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In Service to the Fox Mage for Sanmer by Draconicon

"So you are clear on your assignment?"

"Yes, Sir Galra. I am to examine the tower, and check to see if it is inhabited. It it's empty, I return; if it's not, I remain to identify the dweller."

"Good. Fare you well."

The green dragon saluted his departing subordinate, watching the white dragon leave with a small smile on his face. The smile faded rather quickly once his door was shut again, and he shook his head.

"It's about time. The fool needs to learn his place."

He walked across his chambers, sliding the bar shut over his door and waving his hand over the warding runes. It wasn't the magic of sorcerers - which was forbidden to the order - but the wards of holiness and silence. It was the latter that he wished right now.

The dragon returned to his desk, opening a small chest that he kept in a drawer. It wasn't much, merely a blackwood box that kept a number of possessions in a convenient place. Some papers, some dispatches...and a bright blue stone. It was the latter that he took out, placing on his desk.

He paused, looking back at the door to ensure that the runes were still glowing. Merely having possession of something like this was grounds for being thrown out of the Order of Light. To actually use it...well, his master would need to gain a new spy.

Galra set the stone on his desk and pressed his hands against it. In seconds, the cool surface began to warm, and then burn with heat. It wasn't much for a dragon, but he lifted it from the wooden desk before it could leave a mark. That first time had almost gotten him caught; he needed to be more careful.

Soon, the burning stone levitated from his palm, floating above his desk, almost on eye level with him as he waited. The stone spun around once, twice, three times before suddenly exploding with light, blinding him.

When it faded, there was a portal-like surface in front of him. Experience had taught him that nothing but voice and sight passed through it, which was a pity for his master, but it was what allowed them to communicate. He did wish that he knew what his master was doing when he was calling, however. He blushed slightly at the sight of the fox being fucked from behind, the white mage taking a hard dragon cock up his ass.

"Master Sanmer...It's me, Galra."

"Y-yes, slave. What do you have?"

"I, erm, I have a report for you."

"Obviously. What's it a - mmm - report on?"

"..."

"Spit it out, man!"

"Could you, maybe, stop this for a bit?"

"Mmm, am I distracting you?"

"A bit, master."

"Hehehe. Alright, fine. Stop, slave."

The dragon fucking the fox suddenly froze, pulling out after a few seconds and standing at attention. It was a little distracting still, with the fox mage completely naked and obviously having been the recipient of several orgasms already, but Galra cleared his throat and gathered his thoughts.

"My protege has been dispatched to your former tower, unaware of your traps and your protections. Despite his skills, I believe that he will be entrapped within a few minutes of seeing your former dwelling."

"Excellent, excellent. Very well done. I look forward to having another slave to break in."

"He will be well suited for you. He is already very obedient; he merely needs to be taught not to indulge in pure thoughts as much as I did before you caught me."

"Yet you are quite impure now, aren't you, slave?"

The dragon blushed, feeling his cock throb beneath his armor.

"Yes, sir."

"Show me."

"Yes, sir."

The paladin stood up, putting the stone about on level with the bottom of his ribs. He reached for the straps over his shoulders and undid them, pulling them off without much care. They clanged on the floor as they rolled away, unnoticed. If the runes worked, nobody would hear it, and if they weren't working, he was already screwed.

The fox started teasing himself as Galra continued his stripping, the dragon out of his breastplate and bare chested. With the various pieces of armor and cloth out of the way, the dragon's collar was exposed, the new tag hanging down identifying him as a piece of Sanmer's property.

"I see you still wear it."

"I can't bare to have it off, sir."

"Heh, can't bare it, or can't?"

"Both."

The collar burned whenever he tried to remove it, so he had settled for hiding it. It was better than dealing with a neck that felt constantly sunburned, at the very least. And besides, it was easier to deal with than the other two problems.

He reached down for the rest of his armor, undoing the belt and the tight straps around his waist and upper thighs. The carefully molded metal came down with another clang, but rather than simple muscle being revealed, it was something quite a bit harder, and quite a bit less like a paladin.

Galra's cock ring glistened around the base of his erect shaft, the enchanted ring keeping him permanently hard. After so long, he wasn't sure if he could ever remove it; it seemed to be growing more fused with him by the day, leaving him with more impure thoughts than ever before. These days, he looked at recruits and wondered what they looked like naked, how they would appear with their tails raised and their asses parted. He'd never had those thoughts before encountering his master, not even about females.

He stroked his cock twice before his master gestured for him to continue. It took little time to remove his leg armor and his boots, and when he was finished, he turned around, lifting his tail for his master to see.

"Ah, you've kept that as well, hmm?"

"Master has made it...made it so I can't remove it."

"Not without permission or need to 'clean' anyway."

While the cock ring had been the piece that gave him the most impure thoughts, the fact that his ass was constantly full with that toy left him more distracted than anything, and it surprised him the most as well. Anytime he sat down, backed into something, moved too fast, or even walked about, he was reminded of its presence. The few times that he had taken it out had left him so empty that he craved putting it back in, just to have that feeling of fullness and 'normality' back.

The dragon kept his ass up for a few more seconds before turning around, and blushed as he realized his master was stroking himself, hard and fast. The fox's hands moved faster along his cock than most apprentices did along their weapons.

"You are going to give me a show, slave."

"What...what would master wish to see?"

"Sit down."

Galra did so, leaning back a bit in his chair. It was a fairly spacious one, with comfortable arms.

"Now lift your legs, up and around the arms of your chair."

"Yes, master."

"And now, hammer that ass of yours with that toy."

The dragon groaned, feeling his hole already stretching on the toy as he pulled his legs up onto the arms of the chair. The angle he was at left him completely open to the fox mage, and he knew that was the master's full intentions. The master wanted to see everything, so everything he would see.

Grabbing the base of his toy, the dragon pulled it out. It was much bigger than it had once been; Sanmer had been growing it at a distance, keeping him constantly full, constantly giving him bigger sizes to deal with. Where it had once been small enough to be considered mouse size, now it felt bigger than most dragons. He groaned as it slammed into him hard enough to make him bounce, his cock throbbing and oozing from the sudden stimulation.

"Harder, Galra. Faster."

"Yes, master."

Panting softly, Galra started to flex his hips as well as thrust the toy inside of him, feeling his hole stretch around it. The length glowed, and he felt it get bigger with each thrust. Not much, but just enough to make it clear that this was a larger thing than what he had pulled out of himself.

Up and down he went, gradually taking more and more of it into him, soon thrusting the toy in up to the hilt with each shove. He groaned, feeling like he was being filled to the brim, and his cock oozed onto his stomach. He leaned forward, trying to bounce on it more, but all he could do was stare at his cock as he realized how close he was to it. It was so big, throbbing so much, in such need...

"You want to cum, slave?"

"Yes, master. I want to cum so bad."

"Then suck it."

"Master?"

"Suck your own cock, and swallow your cum."

There was only a moment of hesitation before Galra lunged forward, swallowing his cock down his throat. It was a bit sweaty, it was very musky, and it was absolutely drenched with his pre from being locked up for so long. But he loved it, and he needed his orgasm badly enough that he would have done anything the fox had asked, even running down the hallway in nothing but his underthings.

He slammed the toy into his ass as he licked the head of his cock, and he came in less than a minute. Spurt after spurt of his seed went down his throat, coating the back of his mouth before he swallowed it down. He could feel and see his cock swelling with his own load, but it only made him grin, feeling proud of himself.

He sucked down his load for at least half a minute before he looked up at the fox again. The master had cum while he was cumming, as far as the dragon could tell. His master had more seed on him, anyway.

"Good slave, Galra. I'll contact you after I've broken your protege."

"Yes, master, thank you."

"And slave?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Keep that toy inside you. I want to see just how stretched you can get."

The End