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Xynon was a fine wolf. A damn fine wolf, if he did say so himself. When he joined the White Shadows pack, he was still green with summer, but he'd survived many a winter since. He shocked them all when he chose the sections of his black-furred body to be whitened with the burning water. A cross spanned his shoulders, reaching almost between his ears and ending at his tailbase. Oh, it had hurt, but he had a love for pain that was exceeded only by his love to induce pain. There was a little patch on his leg, too, shaped like fire. His 'emblem,' call it. Xynon, Burning Heart Forgotten, of the White Shadows pack.

His initiation seemed so long ago to him, now, a full-grown wolf, chained to a wall in an elaborately decorated bedroom. The room obviously belonged to a female, and the stench told him it was a dragon. A dragon with which he was quite familiar.

Xynon grinned, straight ivories fitting perfectly together as he remembered the way she'd twisted beneath him in the fields. Ah, she was a fighter. He loved it when they fought. But, as always, he overpowered her. The little dragoness had a good taste of what the White Shadows considered fun. Of course, Xynon was not alone--he was just the one who got caught.

Here she was now--his mistress. She stared at him in the corner of her room as if he were a very large and fuzzy spider. Her blue-bronze scales shimmered in the firelight as she walked towards him, steeling herself. As she came closer to Xynon, she took his smile for insolence, he knew. She would probably have him whipped later. So far, his visit with the dragons had been little more than punishment, but Xynon had already tasted his share of licks from a whip. It was almost pleasurable, the way the leather cut into his fur and split his skin. He only hoped it didn't mar his perfect white cross.

Whips licking--he certainly wouldn't mind if his sweet little mistress gave him a lick or two. He felt his cock stir, and begin to harden at the thought of the dragoness on her knees before him, his paws on her bronze horns as he raped her muzzle.

The shock of pink against his dark fur drew her attention, and she stepped back in disgust.

Xynon's grin widened impossibly. "What's the matter, babe, forget to lock the door?"

His mistress growled, her pretty upper lip lifting to reveal very sharp teeth. "I can't believe your nerve. Didn't your mother teach you manners?"

"My mother was fire," he laughed. "I learned how to burn. Come on over here and I'll show you just how hot I am."

The dragoness picked up a leather harness from the bedside table. It was a muzzle; she'd made him wear it before, but he knew actions spoke better than words. She stepped up close to put it on him and he lowered his head obediently, still grinning. Xynon's organ bumped on her belly as it reached full length and she stared at him coldly. "I'll fix you," she vowed.

She left him dangling there again, supposedly to contemplate his wrongdoings. Xynon had been given plenty of time to do this, and would need plenty more if he were to contemplate them all. He was deep in thought when the door opened again, a medium-sized dragon stepping through. He wore a tattered robe pieced together by scraps of black leather, the hood dangling between sizable wings. His scales caught the flames, reflecting in greens, blues and violets, and his eyes seemed endless, without pupils. The dragon walked straight toward Xynon and grinned. The wolf found he could not return the familiar gesture.

"You and me are gonna be good friends," the dragon hissed, his voice low and secretive. Xynon somehow doubted that. In response, the wolf raised his fiery eyes to those of the dragon, the latter's shifting surface giving him a chill.

The dragon led Xynon through a series of hallways. They all looked the same to the wolf, but he had little trouble mapping the area in the event that he should be able to escape. They pushed through heavy curtains at the end of one hallway in particular, then down one, two, three flights of stairs. The light grew considerably darker as they progressed underground. Torches lined the walls as the dungeon of the palace opened up before them. The dragon walked swiftly, leading the nude Xynon by a thick chain attached to the muzzle. He padded behind silently, his red-orange eyes dilating too slowly for his taste.

His temporary warden halted near a petite dragoness whose features were discernable only when firelight hit the pitch black scales that rippled over her body. Blue eyes were bubbles of color set into perfect ebony. Xynon stared. Gold droplets shimmered at points along her tiny horns, speckled scales on her iridescent wings. The fine leather between those extra-long fingers was painted in the deepest hues of violet, magenta and gold. All she wore was a fine chain of gold around her little waist.

Her bright eyes fell on Xynon and she smiled, nodding to what the larger dragon was saying. "Yes, master Glyph," her voice rang clearly to the wolf's pricked ears. He felt the grin return to his muzzle, his head turning to watch her as he was pulled past by the leash.

"You'll wish you never set foot out of place," Glyph hissed. "We have arranged a fairly busy twenty-four hours for you." The eerie dragon gave a dark chuckle.

They had entered a long corridor lined by heavy-looking doors. The only light was from the torch that Glyph was carrying. A door appeared out of the black, the only one Xynon noticed standing open into the hallway. Trussed, his paws bound behind his back, the wolf had little else to do but to follow the tugging leash into the darkness beyond.

The single torch was placed in a gilded talon near the door, flooding the room with light. It was small; on one wall were a pair of sleek, strong shackles, opposite of a raised platform. The room was otherwise empty. Though it was not cold, it chilled Xynon to have the irons locked around his wrists. They were snug--he wouldn't be wriggling free of this pair. While the dragon unlatched the muzzle, anticipation awakened his loins and he couldn't help but resume smiling. Glyph turned back to him as he paused in the doorway, a toothy grin splitting his jaws. "See you tomorrow," he promised, then closed the door. The torch left with him and Xynon was left in complete darkness.

An indiscernible amount of time passed. When the door opened again, pain shot through Xynon's eyes from the sudden introduction of light. Squinting, he could just barely make out the silhouettes of three creatures; two small dragons, and one furred one; a feline, by the scent. The door closed and the subtle light from a single blue-flamed torch touched the edges. A green dragon set the torch in the wall and followed his indigo companion to the raised stage.

The two dragons were almost exactly alike, save for their coloring. They were petite, lithe, with the same general features. The female's breasts were small and perfect, the male's lightly scaled sheath was neither impressive nor mediocre. They only had eyes for each other.

The feline appeared before Xynon. His eyes widened marginally as he noticed a second pair of arms just under the normal two, but it did not defer from the sexiness of her shapely body. Where the dragon was lean, the lynx was voluptuous. A lecherous smile spread over the wolf's muzzle as he imagined the feel of those tits in his paws, the weight, and he felt his cock stretch and awaken.

"If this is punishment," he growled, "I should be a bad boy more often."

The lynx smiled, one of her four paws snapping to his balls. Her sharp feline claws tested the sensitive skin, giving them a friendly squeeze. "We serve to please, puppydog," she purred, pointy teeth shimmering in the torchlight when she grinned. "And we please to serve. Let me introduce my masters." A free hand gestured behind her, and Xynon's gaze followed it to the dragons. "The twins, Jem and Nigh."

"Close twins, eh?" The couple were already kissing, a passion awakening between them that only existed between lovers.

The feline's wide yellow eyes stared up at Xynon as her paw rolled his balls around like they were giant marbles. "Inseparable. Some say they are the same dragon in two bodies." She cocked her head. "I am Djinn, their faithful servant, so that you may know what to cry out when I leave you dangling here."

The wolf flashed his pearly whites to her. "My name's Xynon," he said, pushing his bulging shaft towards her as it twitched to life. "So you know the name to scream when I get my paws on you."

"My paws will be doing the touching, puppy," she mocked. Liquidly, the lynx slid to her knees before him and took Xynon's cock into her mouth. Punishment, indeed. He could barely believe his luck!

The dragons before him were getting heavy; the green male's hand squeezing his companion's breast as one of her talons pumped rhythmically on his poking organ. Djinn's wet mouth suckled on his own cock, the sensation different from any that he'd had before; her rough feline tongue was almost painful, but deliciously so. He wished his paws were free so he could hold her head still and pump on his own.

Jem, the brother, pushed his sister against the wall. She'd lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, just above his hips, so her slit rubbed against his length. The green held her steady as he thrust inside of her. The noise that escaped Nigh was a mixture of a sigh and a moan. Xynon, having never taken a female who was willing, was new to this sound, and it excited him. He watched, intrigued, as the dragons moved against one another in the near-darkness.

Inexplicably, Djinn pulled away from her job and turned to watch the show. She sat below Xynon, her furry little head propped below his balls. Appalled, Xynon gaped down to her. "What do you think you're doing?" His cock jumped hungrily in the cool air. "I wasn't finished. Get your fuzzy feline head back up here and suck it 'till it spits."

The lynx leaned against the wall between his legs, one of her four paws idly rubbing between her thighs while she watched her masters. "Your snake won't spit for a long time, puppydog. Didn't you know that? When you're in the closet, pleasure is pain."

Xynon, the wolf who was used to getting what he wanted by force, wasn't even able to give it to himself, chained to the wall. For the next several minutes, he watched blithely as the dragons copulated on the platform before him. Djinn raised a paw to tease him frequently, but never brought him even close to the edge of an orgasm. And when the dragons were done, the lynx left with them, leaving Xynon and his hard-on alone in the dark.

Twenty-four hours was a very long time to be awake, even if you weren't being tortured with scents and sounds, sights and touches. When the door opened for the last time, Xynon was dangling on his chains, his legs barely able to withstand his weight. I will not beg, he told himself. I won't beg this time, no fucking matter what they do to me.

Though he was expecting the next round of sadists, it was the black dragoness who replaced the muzzle and leash, then unlocked his shackles. Xynon managed to stand on his own two feet, staring incredulously at the dragoness. Slowly, a smile slid across his muzzle and he felt his tormented cock rise again.

Amazingly, the dragoness touched it and stroked it as if it were hers to claim. "My, aren't we a slow learner?" She smirked before tugging on the leash and beginning to walk towards the door. Xynon didn't budge. She turned, her pretty little mouth in a pout. "Glyph won't like it if you don't listen to me. Might be you'd get more time in here, and I know at least Jem and Nigh would like to perform for you again. Their master likes to watch, so they're big on showing off." She walked closer to him, rolling the leash around her wrist to keep the length taut. Xynon was still standing still, grinning, his cock pointing at her.

The dragoness slid her warm hand around his shaft, pulling it to bring him forward. An unsolicited groan escaped Xynon and before she could dance away, he grabbed her hips and shoved her form against his. She gasped, a little "oh". He growled as he pushed her against the stone wall, every muscle in his body working overtime. To his surprise, the dragoness wrapped her legs around him. Xynon noticed little else but the talons that had been holding his cock were now angling it into her slick sex.

He shoved into her, the drug of his addiction, the water for a parched man. Xynon moaned against the muzzle. He thrust into her welcoming body urgently, though he knew he was strong enough to force her if she should change her mind. Her arms encircled his thickly furred neck, panting into his ear. The wolf knew he wouldn't last long--all those hours of bringing him closer and closer to the edge wilted his stamina. He grunted and pulled out at the last moment, pressing against her lightly scaled loins as he spurted between them.

The dragoness pushed gently against him and, having taken what he wanted, Xynon obeyed. His head throbbed with the returning blood. "Now we're going to have to get cleaned up before we go back to Glyph," she said teasingly. "We can't get in trouble for this, now, can we?" She tugged on his leash and he followed mutely. She spoke to him as they navigated the dark tunnels. "Normally I'd be angry for you not finishing me, but I think you'll just have to owe me this time." Her hips swayed ever so slightly when she walked.

She led him up stairs, turned corners, and Xynon hadn't been paying attention this time. He blinked, and they were suddenly in a small room. A deep pit filled with steaming water filled most of the space, a small rack with towels and bottles set into the wall on the right. The dragoness walked to the shelves and chose a bottle. She removed his leash, but left the muzzle on and told him to get into the bath. "Wash yourself," she said, watching him with her huge blue eyes. "And if I see you without that muzzle on, I'll have to punish you."

Xynon grinned. So she liked her men silent and subservient? He could play for a little while, his lust temporarily sated. As he cleaned himself, she slipped into the water across from him, not even removing the gold chain from her waist. She cleaned herself silently, not giving him any attention. Xynon washed up, his manhood poking through his sheath as he watched her slip her dainty fingers between her legs. Once the dragoness was finished, she rose out of the water and quickly dried. She leaned over him to reattach the leash. "Let's go," she said. "Hurry up and get dry, or Glyph will be cross with both of us."

Xynon was in less of a mood to obey, and as they walked through the palace his mind set to work, thinking of ways to bend the rules so he could have some more time with this slinky dragoness. Too quickly they were back in his mistress's bedroom, and Xynon was being chained to his usual spot on the wall. The dragoness looked around after locking him up, one hand on her cocked hip.

"Nice place you got here," she said, a small laugh tinkling after. "Your mistress must be a general's daughter or something. Maybe you should listen to her more often, or you'll find yourself in a less savory position." She glanced back to Xynon, her gaze lingering. She leaned forward and removed his muzzle, hanging it on a peg nearby.

Xynon licked his lips, stretched his jaws. "Ah," he said. "I thought I'd never make another smart comment in my life, for that harness."

"Ah, so it's your tongue that gets you into all this trouble, then?"

The wolf grinned, his mind already traveling places that made his loins heat up. "No, pretty little thing, it's my cock. You see, he's always hungry, and there's so little willing pussy around this place."

Her eyes widened, but a pleased smile spread over her little muzzle. "Well, well." Her eyes traveled down to where his shaft was bobbing, already fully awake. "That's a pity." She turned, walking towards the door.

"The pity's that you won't hang around and give a wolf a second try."

"More's the pity that you don't know better than to try to fuck above your station, slave." But she turned, flashed him a toothy grin, before opening the door. Xynon knew he'd see her again. She paused, her little talons rubbing the heavy wooden door. "My name's Samsara."

"Xynon, love, but my mother called me Burning Heart Forgotten." He wiggled his hips forward, smirking. "Come back soon, Samsara. I'll be waiting."

The next several days, Xynon was dreaming sweaty dreams of his black dragoness.

A week later, his mistress deigned to show him attention again. Xynon considered Samsara's suggestion to be obedient, but it went against his natural grain. Even now, as she was standing before him and talking, he wanted to say something to make her blush or get angry.

"So I've decided to enter you into some games," she said. This caught his attention.

"Games?" he asked, shifting his weight. Standing all day and night took its toll on his legs, and right now his legs were numb to the knees.

"You'll find out. For the time being, you'll be sleeping with the other players, somewhere else. I'll do what I can to keep you out of here because I'm sick of looking at you."

"Fine," Xynon said.

His mistress was amazed. Shocked. Aghast. "What do you mean, fine?"

He shrugged. "I'm kinda tired of just hanging here like some kinda furry tapestry. At least if I'm interacting with other creatures I'll be doing something. Do you want me to argue?"

"No," she said. "Actually, I don't."

The sooner he got out of this prison of a room, the higher his chance of fucking Samsara again.

Xynon was transferred to the performance wing of the palace. Here, there were mostly slaves and low-level dragons wearing plain cloaks. The cloaks washed you, fed you and ordered you around. When they weren't being trained for games, they were cleaning up or preparing for a game. Xynon was too busy winning games to notice if Samsara visited, as she promised. It didn't matter anyway--the games were ripe with sex, and he had little time to think about her.

Some of the male wolves were getting restless in a way that Xynon recognized. He felt his own blood stirring, stretching, awakening in his veins. Though it had been weeks since he'd last seen the sky, he knew the full moon was near.

The cloaked dragons were preparing for a bigger, more dramatic game. They'd cleared out a huge playing field that looked as if it was rarely used. Xynon was entered in this game. As the cloak was washing him, preparing him for the show, Xynon kept twitching. His flesh itched, burned. What kind of game would involve a werewolf? He was led to a large cage--large enough to hold his entire transformed body--and locked in. The other side, barred closed for now, opened up into the playing field. He heard and smelled other male wolves in cages around him. A scraping sounded from all around, even above Xynon's cage, and he looked up to see the roof of his pen being pulled away. The clear night sky yawned above him, the moon large and white and full.

Xynon howled as his body ripped, twisted, bent in unnatural ways. The transformation was painful, but, Xynon reminded himself, he was borne from pain. Bones popped and muscles pulled, stretching. He grew two feet in height, his paws doubling in size. Power rippled through him. The change complete, Xynon shook, sweat dispersing from his thick fur. He put his massive paws on the bars of his cage and howled. His brothers joined him.

A scent, an intoxicating and delicious scent visited him in his cage. It made the wolves shake their bars and snap at the air. There were females in heat nearby.

A cry went up around them. The bars lifted and the wolves were free.

Xynon bounded out, stretching, bending to the pull of the moon's power. There were other werewolves around, but he had tunnel vision for the females nearby. Two were to his left, closer, but males were already fighting over them. Fury flooded through Xynon and he lunged at the nearest wolf, a red-furred beast who was smaller and younger. The fight was short and the russet werewolf was easily knocked aside. A larger black wolf attacked Xynon while his back was turned, and Xynon was knocked to the ground. The air whooshed out of him. Xynon whipped his head around, snarling at his attacker as he turned and dove for him. The black wolf met him with ease, dodging and swiping. Their fight was a tangle of claws and fangs, sharp growls and barks pinpointing the more ferocious maneuvers. The black leapt at Xynon, and the opening was there--Xynon darted under him and shoved up into his opponent's belly, using the momentum to launch him into the nearby wall.

A temporary peace came over him. Xynon looked around, seeing that two werewolves were already busy with females, while one was fighting with his, and yet another was still being fought over. The white wolf cowering in the corner beyond the battling duo was staring at Xynon. He dropped to all fours, casually walking around the fighting werewolves to approach the white female. She was still staring--wide blue eyes filled with fear or wonder, he didn't know and he didn't care.

One of the wolves who had been fighting for the rights to this female noticed that Xynon slipped by them, and gave a snarl that made the other snap around. Both males were snarling at Xynon now. He lifted his head, lips pulling over his teeth as a low growl rose in his throat. The larger one jumped first, a shaggy gray, and Xynon met him. The gray was wounded already, a deep bite on his lower throat, near the shoulder. Xynon saw this and lunged for it, jaws wide. He bit down hard, but even as the gray's paws were loosening on him, the smaller werewolf jumped onto Xynon's back. The gray stumbled away, pain clouding his eyes. Blood freely flowed down his chest as he slipped back into the darkness of an open cage.

Xynon was forced to the ground by the weight of the other werewolf. He shoved up, twisting his head around and tried to bite him, but the smaller wolf was quicker. He bit into Xynon's scruff. But suddenly, he released with a bark of surprise. As the wolf leaned up, Xynon took his chance and pushed up with him, twisting and grabbing with his paws to plant the werewolf to the ground. He saw the white female sitting up in a cloud of dust several feet away, blood dripping from a side of her mouth. Xynon glanced down to the wolf he pinned, and saw that he was missing an ear. Using his superior weight, Xynon placed his paws on the other wolf's throat and pushed. His opponent's claws scrabbled at Xynon's chest and arms, trying to move them, trying to fight, but it was nothing. Soon, the smaller wolf was out.

Panting, Xynon walked over to the female. She didn't run, but fear tainted her scent. She did nothing to escape as Xynon leaned forward and crawled over her, snuffling. She reeked of lust--a scent that did not overpower the fear, but joined it, making Xynon's heavy sheath fill out. This was a scent he was used to.

The little white female shot a nervous glance to his cock, and Xynon grinned wolfishly. He positioned himself over her and she placed her paws on his chest. Whether or not she was trying to push him away, he didn't notice. In his transformed state, right now all he wanted to do was fuck the little bitch and get it over with.

He pushed into her with all the courtesy of a beast, her yelp of surprise or pain ringing in his ears with pleasure. Xynon grunted, pulling her hips closer and holding her in place for his thrusts, each one growing more urgent. The remainder of his sanity reminded him to pull out--these dragons sure got cross with you if you didn't--and he did, emptying himself onto the poor white wolf that trembled beneath him. He grinned down to her, inching his nose near hers. He sent his thoughts through the wavelength that werewolves shared, formed with his crazy power and shot at her like an arrow.

*I am Burning Heart Forgotten, little white wolf. So you were so eager to fuck me--did you hear about my winnings in the other games? Did your playmates swoon over their memories of my cock?*

The female's eyes betrayed nothing, but the scent of fear was almost entirely gone. "None of my playmates speak of you, Burn, but I know you." Her voice didn't even tremble. How irritating.

*You do now. Let's fuck again.*

The white began to scrabble backwards, her eyes now widened as the delicious scent of terror filled Xynon's nostrils again. He barked a laugh and loped easily after her.