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So many strange people.

Every time Emett came to the free lands he couldn't help but be amazed. People of all kinds of species walked the street in front of him, going on their daily business without paying him any mind. The hyenas, jackals, dingos and every other kind of canine didn't look too strange in his eyes, but heck, there were panthers, lynxes, lizards, raccoons, weasels... even an elephant! That particular street wasn't even too busy, as it wasn't very close to the merchant's square or any particularly important place for that matter, but being born and raised in the wolf lands, it still amazed him.

He had a hood over his head, leaving nothing but his muzzle out. He was really starting to wonder if it was really necessary. Sure, the dragons were chasing them relentlessly, but nobody shot even a glance towards a wolf leaning against a wall at the street's side. And by the gods, it was hot. He was panting. Cursed free lands were always considerably hotter than the wolf lands. His fur was usually enough to make him pant, and being completely enclosed with clothes sure didn't help. "It's better if nobody can see you're a wolf. They have agents and spies everywhere. Let them think you're just another dog", Ryker had said, and he agreed, but...

His mood was sour and those weren't even the biggest reasons. He inspected his surroundings, looking around several times trying to spot anyone suspicious. Convinced he was not being watched, he crossed the street, moving to the small alley between buildings located there. The alley was somewhat dark despite it being the middle of the day. The unusual architecture of those houses had their roofs almost touching each other, blocking the sun in small spaces like those.

Reaching the end of the alley, he sighed. Arkon, the red scaled dragon that was Ryker's... guard? Apprentice? Slave? He still wasn't sure what their relationship was exactly, but as always, the dragon stood very still. His arms were crossed and while his eyes met the wolf's, he didn't move or say anything. Emett though he must've been a good soldier before meeting Ryker. The folf still stood in the exact same spot he'd been for the last two hours, which was sitting on the floor with his legs crossed. Around him, in the dusty, sand coated ground was a perfectly round circle he'd drawn with a stick. Its edges had complex rune writings inside them, made complete by a few other weird symbols drawn in perfect symmetry towards one another. The light breeze didn't seem to affect the circle, which was bizarre. Ryker didn't move. He barely seemed to be breathing. The folf mage had his eyes closed and paws over his thighs.

"How much longer is this going to take?" Emett asked the dragon, visibly annoyed.

"It will take as long as it takes. The master cannot be rushed."

Emett let out a small growl. He couldn't bring himself to like the dragon. Arkon had been completely loyal to Ryker the whole time they'd been together. He even compromised his position in the dragon castle to save him. Yet, even knowing that, Emett couldn't help but feel that he would stab them in the back and deliver both to the dragons at any moment. The wolf knew that was probably just the remains of the horrible nightmare he'd been through at the hands of the dragon lord, but still...

"Every minute we waste here is a minute we lose towards reaching the wolf kingdom in time," Emett said. His foot tapping on the ground. He knew the dragons were planning something big against the wolves, and that the plan was already in motion. He didn't know exactly what it was, but he HAD to warn them. He had to warn lord Regnar before it was too late.

"The master knows what he is doing." That was Arkon's answer. That was always his answer. Emett's growl grew a little louder in his throat, enough to make Arkon's head turn and lift an eyeridge.

They had taken a considerable detour from their path straight to the wolf lands to get to this city. The great city of Denamis, one of the pinnacles of the free lands and the city where Ryker lived. Still, try as he might, he couldn't get the folf to tell him exactly why they'd wasted time coming to his house. All he could manage was that he 'had to get something important'. What could possibly be so important that he'd put the whole wolf kingdom at risk for? The frustrated wolf had had no choice but to go with them.

Emett stood there for a while, ignoring Arkon's protest that Ryker had told him to stand guard on the other side of the street. He was a cautious wolf, but after two hours of absolutely nothing happening he could afford staying for a while. Maybe Ryker sensed that, for his eyes shot open, met both of theirs for a second, and then the folf yawned. Ryker stood up and stretched himself with a groan.

"Welcome back, master," Arkon said with a small smile.

"So? Did you find what you were looking for?" Emett asked anxiously. Ryker seemed far too calm. The folf looked at him with a smirk.

"Easy there, wolfie. As a matter of fact, I did. There's someone in my house, as I suspected. A dragon, most likely, and he's good. Very good," Ryker said, scratching his head. "Lucky for us, I'm better! We're going to have to enter with caution," he continued, walking outside his circle into the crowded street. Both dragon and wolf quickly stepped forward to follow.

"So we're going to face the dragon? What if he has reinforcements close by? We could get overwhelmed by an entire squad! That's what I'd do," the wolf remarked. "We should just get on our way. Maybe leave a clue we've been here just to throw them off and then leave."

"No.There's something inside my house that we need before we proceed. We must go and get it first." Ryker simply stated it, as if giving an order. Emett let out a small growl again.

"But it's reckless! Will you at least tell me what is so important to risk everything for?"

"Nope. You'll know when I have it."

By the gods, were all mages that difficult to deal with? Emett grunted and cursed silently, but saw no use in further protesting. Before he noticed, they were standing in front of the closed metal gates that led to a big manor a little further up a hill that seemed to have at least three floors. Ryker put his paw over the gate and gave it a very light push, yet it the rusty hinges creaked as it opened just enough for them to pass by it. Emett followed them inside, looking confused.

"Is this huge manor your house? But we were almost two rows of houses away!"

"An intruder would've detected me if I stood too close, don't you think?" Ryker explained it calmly as always while he closed the gates behind them. How would he know? He didn't know a thing about magic, but he was quickly learning to dislike it. They walked up the long pathway between the gate and the front door. Ryker in the middle with Arkon by his left and Emett by his right.

"We will need to find whoever it is that's inside before we can do anything. It will require utmost care. I have many different kinds of traps set for intruders inside the house, but if this intruder has been in there for a while there's a chance he succeeded in disarming some of them," Ryker explained as they walked. They stopped by the front door, made of fine wood with many small decorations carved in it.

"We're just going to go in through the front door? Aren't there any other entrances we can use to catch him off-guard?" Emett asked. Ryker gave him a funny look.

"He already knows we're here. He probably detected our presence the moment we stepped through the gate."

"Couldn't we have entered through the back, then? We could climb those walls. The element of surprise is one of the most valuable strategies you can deploy in situations like these."

"The master knows what he's doing." Arkon interrupted them. Emett glanced at him annoyed and the folf just smirked.

"He does indeed," the folf chuckled, opening the big door and stepping inside. Nothing in that house seemed to be locked, but he suspected they wouldn't just open if he tried it. The house's inside seemed even bigger than it had seemed from the outside. In what looked like some sort of entrance hall, a stairway could be seen leading to the second floor, while at their left and right two open doorways led to other rooms with fancy furniture. To Emett, it seemed like the kind of house that was more luxurious than useful. It still impressed him, though. Ryker must've had a lot of gold in his pockets.

"We will separate to cover more ground. Arkon, you will take the left." Ryker said, pointing towards the left doorway."I will take the right and we will circle the house room by room until we reach the back." he continued. "Emett will take the upper floor and we will all join together up there for the third floor if we haven't found him by then."

Arkon and Ryker exchanged a look, but Arkon just nodded and took a dagger out of his vest. Emett did the same with his. It seemed like a decent strategy for a change. Whoever found him could just make some noise and hold him until reinforcements arrived, allowing them to overcome him. Of course, if the dragon had magic things could get complicated, but Ryker could probably deal with that.

All three of them nodded towards each other and proceeded with their assigned tasks. Arkon had a surprisingly light step for his size when he cautiously turned towards the door to the left. Ryker didn't have any sort of weapon when he headed to the right doorway. He did seem to walk with caution, but somehow kept his calm attitude at the same time. Emett braced himself to go upstairs. He walked up step by step as silent as any feline, gripping his dagger firmly in front of him. This wasn't the first infiltration task he had and it sure as hell wasn't going to be his last.

Reaching the upper floor, a hallway extended itself further ahead with at least a dozen doors spread across its sides. By its end, Emett could see what seemed to be another staircase that went both up and down. That was probably what Ryker meant as their meeting point. He proceeded carefully until he got to the first door. He reached for the doorknob and opened it slowly to reveal a simple room. He doubted that was Ryker's room. It just didn't seem like the folf. The bed was made of wood and had a simple mattress. Some fancy fur covers were lined up neatly over it. There was also a small, completely empty desk just under a small window and what seemed to be a small wardrobe for clothes. Emett stepped inside, keeping his ears perked up attentive to any kind of sound, but heard absolutely nothing other than his own soft breath. He doubted there was anyone in that room, but he knew he had to check anyways to avoid being caught by surprise himself.

Keeping his eyes constantly glancing at the door, he slowly checked under the bed and opened the small wooden wardrobe. It was empty too. He silently left the room and proceeded to the next door, only to find another room almost exactly like the first. Of course a house as big as that one would have many rooms. He repeated his search and found nothing. The three doors after that one yielded exactly the same results. Guest room. Perfectly clean. Completely empty. It was only when he reached the sixth door, almost in the middle of the hallway that things changed.

This time, he found what seemed to be a study. It was bigger than the previous rooms with a few bookcases around the walls, a bigger desk at the center of the room with a chair behind it facing the door. The chair was cushioned, and two smaller, simple wood chairs stood turned towards it as if for guests. It made it looks more like an office. Parchments and books lay spread across the big desk, meaning that either Ryker didn't bother to put them away before he left or someone else had been going through them.

What really drew his attention inside the room, however, was a single piece of rope, connected by two hooks opposed to each other in each wall. The rope was tied to each hook by a simple knot and it seemed very strained, as it if had been cut to fit exactly that size that covered the whole room's width. Emett walked closer to it. It stood at his waist's level, so he could easily get past under it. The wolf studied it. It was far too weird not to be some sort of trap, but rope traps were usually hidden and near your feet to compel you to trip over them. They were also usually attached to something. This one had nothing. He could just as easily reach for the hook and untie it himself. The whole thing reeked of magic.

He pondered his options. He could turn back and wait for Ryker, but there was still no sign of him. There was another door at the left wall at the very end of the office and he needed to check on that. He looked around again and saw absolutely nothing. Neither his ears or nose managed to pick up anything out of the order, either. Was he afraid of some magic trap? It could be nothing. He imagined Ryker snickering for his fear of a piece of rope with Arkon giving him that smirk of superiority by his side for a moment. Tsc. He was going to go through with it, but he wasn't going to be reckless either.

Slowly, he got closer to the piece of rope. He lifted his claw. He wanted to touch it, but not enough to apply enough pressure to trigger whatever the thing did. If it did anything. He got closer and closer with his claw, very carefully, until the very tip of his claw touched it. In less than a second, everything happened. The rope snapped out of the hooks holding it to advance towards him. The thing looped itself around him several times enveloping his arms, torso and legs. Emett growled and stumbled backwards, trying to lift his dagger to cut it, but part of it went by his wrist and pulled on it, making him let the dagger go. It hit the floor with a loud clank. He grunted and struggled hard, pulling on the rope to get it away from him at first, but soon enough it was so tightly looped he could barely do anything except try not to fall.

"Goddam-" he started cursing, but as soon as he opened his muzzle part of it went up and looped itself around it, keeping it closed tight. The rope tied itself all around him in an impossibly intricate way. He could swear it was longer now, too. The wolf grunted, his muscles straining as he forced himself against the rope, but it held him very tight. He shook his muzzle and tried hard to struggle free, yet all he could do was just try to keep his balance. His ankles were tied against each other. The rope then looped itself up, keeping his knees and thighs together as well before coming up to his waist with a weird loop between his legs, reaching his back to loop against his wrists, arms and chest in a way that kept both his hands against it as if hugging himself. Up his neck it went, going around it and then upwards to keep his muzzle shut as well.

Fucking magic! Emett growled and struggled, but it was helpless. His ears suddenly perked up when the door at the room's back opened. From it, walking slowly and with his head high was a damned dragon. Emett tensed and stopped to stare at him, though his muscles didn't stop flexing. The dragon was danger and he was helpless! Their eyes locked after the dragon slowly closed the door and started walking towards him. He was smirking. Emett growled. The dragon looked a lot like Arkon, but instead of Arkon's dark red scales this one was almost completely black. The scales from his chin all the way down through his belly were of a gray so dark it was almost black too. He was big. Probably bigger than Arkon. He had a lean but very muscular build that fit a soldier, but what gave it away was the uniform he was wearing. His pants and shirt matched themselves together nicely as part of the dragon military uniform that Emett had seen more often than he would've liked to. There was no doubt for Emett that this dragon was one of their pursuers.

"It seems my spider web has caught a fly," he stated, his smirk growing. Getting close to the wolf, his eyes seemed to inspect him while he struggled harder to get away from his bindings. The dragon was still awfully calm. His hand grabbed one of the simple wooden chairs next to the big office's desk, turned it and pulled it close setting it up right in front of himself facing the door. He then lifted both his hands, making a few of what seemed random movements in the air to Emett. The wolf could see his muzzle mumbling a few words, too, and then the rope pulled him. It was as if someone was actually pulling it, except no one was. He thought he was going to fall forward, but his feet moved to stumble in reflex and he found that the rope around his ankles and knees had let go. The rope pulled him a few steps towards the chair before giving a rougher push to have him fall down sitting on it. He cursed and growled, fighting the mass of rope as it let go of his body for just a moment only to wrap itself to the chair as well. The loops going through both the seat and the chair's back before tightening again, keeping him well- secured against it. The wolf had even less room for movement now. The piece holding his muzzle close never did let go, either. The dragon stepped in front of him, looking down at the wolf.

"There is no use in struggling. This trap was actually already in this mad house, but I readjusted it to myself. A little crude, in my opinion, but it fits my purposes well."

Emett panted through his nose. The struggling starting to wear him down. He kept his eyes firmly on the dragon. A look of fury in them. He had promised himself he would never fall into another dragon's mercy again.

"Captain Emett Owler. Or perhaps I should call you Dog? It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Amaran and I will be your host today." The dragon's tease brought a muffled growl from Emett's throat. It broke any doubt he could have regarding the dragon's identity. The dragon flickered his wrist and, just like that, the rope around his muzzle softened and fell down with a shake.

"You fucking lizard!" Emett spat in the floor towards the dragon, who gave him an annoyed look.

"I'd behave if I were you, wolf. Lord Deveth has given us all very specific instructions on how you should be delivered back to him and I intend to follow them thoroughly."

"Tell your sadistic bastard of a lord that he can go screw himself!" Emett barked another insult. He was being loud on purpose in order to get Ryker and Arkon's attention to the danger. He glanced at the door, his ears also trying to pick-up steps or anything, but he heard nothing.

"Such a loud dog you are. The only reason you are avoiding being muzzled right now is because I need some answers from you," the dragon said, walking around the wolf, who growled loudly. "Where did your two little companions go? I clearly saw all three of you walking all the way to the doorstep, and then two leaving the house again after you split up. What is that folf planning?"

This time, Emett looked at him with clear confusion. They had left after they split up? Why would they leave and not come for him? The most likely possibility seemed to be that the dragon was lying.

"You should already know I won't tell you anything." Emett spoke still with a growl in between, showing his teeth to the dragon along with it. The dragon shook his head.

"Yes, of course. The famous canine stubbornness. Very well, the procedure will help loosen your tongue," the dragon said, flickering his wrist again before Emett could reply. This time, however, instead of looping around his muzzle to keep it shut, the rope made its way inside it, making another loop around the back of his head to pull his jaw down, keeping his muzzle wide open. Emett shook his head again, trying to get rid of it, while small strands of drool started sliding down his neck. The dragon, Amaran, reached for his pocket to take out a small glass container with a few leaves inside.

"This will make the whole process a lot easier. It is used in potions sometimes, you know? Except those are well-measured to keep the effects stable and controlled. You won't have that luxury." The dragon opened the small container and, using his claws, took a small leaf out of it. He seemed to consider for a moment, then took a second one before closing it and setting it aside. Emett turned his head away, struggling hard against all of his bindings now, but that didn't stop Amaran from grabbing his muzzle and shoving the leaves down his gullet roughly. The wolf did try not to swallow, but it was far too deep and his body's natural reflexes did it anyway.

"Now we wait. I will go get a few things we are going to need. Don't go anywhere." Amaran said calmly. His wrist flickering again to make the rope coil around Emett's muzzle again, keeping it shut once more rather than open. The wolf growled, taking the opportunity to struggle more. Where were Ryker and Arkon? Could they really have left? Maybe they were just waiting for the right opportunity to strike? He looked at the open door with hope. Now would be a damn good time for them to come and release him, as Amaran had left the room. He had no idea what those herbs were going to do to him, but he really didn't want to find out. He was starting to feel hot.

The dragon came back a few moments later and no one had shown up to save him. Emett couldn't see exactly what the dragon had brought, as his chair was turned to the main door rather than the back one, but he heard buckles clattering when Amaran set it over the desk. By the time the dragon came back to stand in front of him, Emett was already panting harder through his bindings. His nose let out loud, shallow breaths without his muzzle to help and he felt his whole body burning hot. Whatever the damned drug was, he was stout on enduring it. He just had to resist the dragon until his reinforcements showed up, but he was starting to get desperate. They should have done something by now. His eyes kept glancing towards the door behind the dragon every now and then, and Amaran seemed to pick that up.

"Hmmm... Are you expecting your companions to show up to rescue you, perhaps? Is that really it? I was not lying when I said they left. I can see it quite clearly. Even now I am keen to everything around here. I will certainly feel it if they do come back."

Emett met the dragon's eyes with fury. Liar.

"You still don't believe me, do you? Allow me to explain. I have arrived at this house many, many days ago. My unit was already stated in the free lands, so as soon as we heard you had escaped and who had helped you, we moved to secure Ryker Rose's most obvious safe spot." The dragon seemed proud of himself as he spoke. "Your crude senses could never comprehend the amount of magical energy revolving this place. It is unlike anything I had ever seen. It took us days of unweaving spells just to get past the front gate. Of course, after I had seen through the patterns, unweaving the rest was easier."

Emett was barely listening. He closed his eyes for a moment. His whole body seemed to be hot and burning. Not a painful burn, but one that made him want to jump in a cold lake on a winter morning. He didn't understand what the dragon hoped to achieve with it, but when he noticed the burning was intensified around his groin and felt his pants getting tight, he understood. It made him blush. His wolfhood started growing out of its sheath by itself. Oh no, not this again. He had been doing his best to forget everything the dragon lord had made him do when his mind was scrambled. He couldn't help it, though. His cock grew inside his pants, and soon he felt it fully hard, knot and everything. He found small thoughts of sex going through his mind along with an urge to hump something or just plain jerk off, but he struggled hard to concentrate. He was NOT going to let it affect him like the dragon wanted.

"I honestly did not expect Rose to be stupid enough to actually come here." The dragon looked down at him. Emett's ears flickered back when he saw the dragon noticing the bulge in his pants with a smirk. "Then again, I suppose he didn't really come. He just led you, the biggest prize, right back to us. Perhaps he realized that saving a dog isn't worth having the whole dragon kingdom against him."

Amaran went behind Emett again. The wolf still didn't believe Ryker had left him. Why would he go through all that trouble to save him just to throw him back at the dragons again? The dragon's words did make sense, but from what little he knew about the mage, it didn't seem like something he would do. Then again, he didn't understand so many things the folf did...

"Remember this? I heard you were quite familiar with it."

Emett's eyes went wide and this time, his ears folded all the way back. Even his tail curled itself down before he could control it. Between his claws, the dragon held a small, silver ring. The same kind of cock ring that held him desperate for so many weeks while he was captive. The ring that would hold his releases back no matter what he did, until he was almost mad with unsated lust. The ring it took so much effort to take out. Emett's motivation for struggling got renewed the moment he saw it and, once again, he fought his restraints.

"Looks like you do. This is part of lord Deveth's plan for you. I would not want to be in your skin when you get back in the castle and he hands out your punishment," Amaran said, smiling. The bastard was smiling.

"Hmmfghmf! Fmmffgh mmghff!" Emett tried to complain, reply, protest, anything at all. It was no use. Amaran came closer and leaned forward towards the wolf. Emett's struggling and growling increased. He felt completely helpless even with the damned dragon so close. The ropes were so tight he couldn't move an inch. Amaran's muzzle came to stand right in front of his. Their eyes met. The dragon's amused expression made the wolf's hackles spike. His warm breath felt on the fur of his muzzle. The dragon was the first to break their eye contact by slowly looking down. Emett followed his gaze to see his hands going for his trousers, reaching for its laces and calmly starting to undo them. The wolf growled and struggled again for the same frustrating results.

Slowly Amaran opened his pants and it took the dragon only a small pull to get the wolf's hard, leaking cock out in the open. The smell of his musk filled the air. Emett's ears flickered back once more, a hint of embarrassment coming to him for being exposed even if that was the least of his worries. Even the light touch of the dragon's claws on his length made him tremble. It felt extremely hot and sensitive. Amaran gave his cock a small flicker, making it bounce to toy with it. Emett growled again, but he felt the small spurt of pre that came out from it in a very pleasurable way. The herbs the dragon gave him must have been some sort of enhancer, of course. It did not bode well for the wolf. His whole body still felt warm, a constant tingle bothering him, but the main focus was his cock. The thoughts of sex that didn't belong in that situation were getting stronger in his mind. He found himself remembering girls he had been with, fucking them in an inn bed. The howls he let out when he cummed, ramming them down, knotting them. The wonderful feeling of his knot being pressed tight...

Then the ring came. Amaran brought it up slowly, showing it to him with a wicked smile and hovering it above his hard wolfhood. Emett shook his head, his ears glued against his head. That thing was hell on earth, especially after those herbs. "Plghgf! Dunnfgh dddh uht!" Emett was reduced to pleading, but not even that luxury he had. It only made Amaran's amusement increase while the dragon slowly lowered the silver ring onto his cock. At first, the small ring only made it over the first quarter of his engorged, hard cock. Amaran held it there, at its limit and for a little while Emett felt relief. The thing wasn't going to fit with him as aroused as he was. The dragon made a mistake! Amaran, however, kept holding it there. Emett heard him mumbled something and then, in an instant, the dragon pushed the ring further down. The wolf could swear he saw the ring getting wider to slide down his cock as it did, standing firmly just above his much engorged knot and feeling very, very tight. Just as it had felt in the past. The wolf let out a small whine as the ring let out a soft glow, he felt a tingle in his cock, and then it stood still. As Amaran let go of it with a chuckle he knew the hellish thing was set.

"Very good. That's the first part done," the dragon said, giving his sensitive shaft a few pats. Then he grabbed it and tucked it back inside the wolf's pants, leaving a tremendous bulge inside them and actually tying the laces of his pants back. Emett let out a small groan. Just the feeling of the fabric rubbing against his cock enough to make more pre spurt out of it, which started a dark stain on his pants. It didn't help when Amaran rubbed it more over his pants after he was done, making the wolf's breathing irregular as he groaned and grunted for the sheer intensity of his oversensitive cock grinding against his clothes. The dragon just laughed.

"I must say that I didn't understand Lord Deveth's fixation over lower species such as yourself at first, but I'm starting to see the appeal in it," the dragon said, stepping back to admire his work. The wolf still glared at him with fury, but he couldn't keep his ears upright anymore.

"Up up, Dog. We still have more to do before you're ready to travel back to your master." While the dragon spoke, he brought both his hands up, flickering them both left and right along with many smaller movements with his claws. Emett felt the ropes around him loosening around the chair, until one of them yanked him up to his feet. He almost stumbled, and saw the opportunity to struggle once more, but the rope's strength was unwavering. They yanked his arms back to an uncomfortable position and tied themselves tight over his wrists at first, then also looped around his arms in a way he couldn't move them at all. Next he was yanked back, towards the big desk. Over it, he could see the that what he had heard before were the harness and collar the dragon lord had made him wear when he was his prisoner. The ones that scrambled his mind and turned him into that pathetic, shameful thing they called "Dog".

He had little time to see if they really were the same ones he wore last time, as the ropes kept yanking him towards the desk until he hit its edge with his waist. He grunted, and the rope around his neck made him lean forward over the desk as it went down to tie itself somewhere at the other side of it. More rope snaked its way down to his legs, enveloping them and pulling them aside to make them lightly spread as they too tied themselves somewhere along the desk's sides. Soon, the wolf was completely immobile again, but this time bent over the big desk. His hands stuck behind his back, his chin resting against the smooth wooden surface as the rope around his neck kept him from lifting it and his legs spread, though he was kept standing. His tail curled itself between them while he grunted in effort to struggle, feeling more vulnerable than ever.

"LMFG! MMGH! GUFHG!" The wolf complained through his shut muzzle, angry at the dragon for doing this to him. Angry at the fucking magic he could not fight. Angry at himself for letting it happen just as the dragon wanted. Just as the dragon wanted indeed, for his cock grinding against his pants while he struggled made him tremble with pleasure. Shameful, hateful pleasure that made him feel closer and closer to the edge despite his horrible position. An edge he knew he would stay in when he reached it.

With his head stuck, he couldn't even see the dragon behind him anymore, so he got startled when he felt a hand over his rump, patting it at first, then groping it. It made his struggle more fierce, even if his muscles already ached for the helpless effort.

"This position fits you well. Remind me to thank your 'friend' Rose for these wonderful enchanted ropes if we manage to capture him as well. They are a delightful tool. But soon we won't need them anymore, right?" The dragon's groping got bolder over his ass. "Soon you will be bending over for me and all my companions as we travel back to your master. He did ask for you to be loose when delivered." Emett's ears folded back. He still had hope the dragon didn't mean what he thought he did. He lost it as Amaran slowly took hold of his pants and pulled them down, exposing nothing but his rump and the back of his balls, leaving them at his thighs with his cock still throbbing inside them at the front.

Emett could hear the dragon walking behind him, though he had no idea what he was doing. The wolf's fur was chafed and had clear rope marks as he struggled, but he didn't let up. His ears perked up as he heard Amaran's steps again. The dragon walked around the desk and stopped just in front of him, making Emett let out a small whine. Amaran was completely naked now, or so it seemed. Emett's head was on level with the dragon's hefty balls, covered in a dark gray leathery material typical to dragons. His cock stood fully hard as well. Dragons, with their tall statures and big sizes were naturally big, but he could swear Amaran had the biggest cock he had ever seen. In truth, it wasn't much bigger than what he remembered the dragon lord's being, but that was still enormous to his standards.

"You see what all of these activities have done to me? And I didn't even need an herb for this. I have no choice but to vent out my needs somewhere. I could do it with Dog, but I think that doing it with captain Emett will be much more entertaining." Fucking dragon. Fucking sadistic dragon! Emett shook his head as much as the ropes allowed, but that only brought the dragon's claws to scratch behind his ears. The wolf growled.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you will enjoy this too, in a way." The dragon walked back behind him. Emett grunted and shook his head again to no effect. He felt the dragon's hand yanking his tail up, exposing him completely, followed by something hard rubbing against his entrance. Teasing it. The wolf let out a few whines. He wasn't even into males! The dragon kept rubbing his cock against his rump, clearly having fun with his reaction. It felt slimy against his fur, so at least the dragon wasn't completely dry. He remembered experiencing it dry with the dragon lord to know how much worse that was.

"What's wrong? Not looking forward to this? Hmmm... perhaps you're just not in the right mood yet." Saying that, the dragon's hand over his hip slid down. Emett's ears went up as he felt it grabbing his hard shaft through his pants. The dragon gripped it hard, holding his cock and then starting to pump it using the rough fabric. Emett panted, groaned and grunted. His whole length felt sensitive and the texture making it all the more intense. His pants already felt soaked from the pre he had been dripping over them, but now they felt just straight up sticky as more of it dripped out of his cock, only to get smeared over it by the dragon's rough movements. Amaran kept rubbing his own cock, which Emett could swear felt even harder against his rump, as he jerked the wolf off through his pants. It took only a few minutes of heavy stroking to make Emett's whines and groans become muffled moans. He felt pleasure, too much pleasure over his enhanced wolfhood and soon, that pleasure became a climax. Or at least it would, if the ring allowed. He felt that familiar surge of pleasure coming to him, his cock throbbing more than ever as his release was coming, but just like in the old days... it didn't go any further. It was maddening! The dragon kept at his motions as Emett whined and moaned, even thrusting against the hand pumping him to feel his desire for cumming fulfilled, but it just wouldn't come! He was trapped in that state of high pleasure and anticipation, yearning for that peak of pleasure his mind told him was coming, expected it to come, but never did.

Amaran kept him in that state for far too long until he finally let go of his wolfhood, stopping the stimulation. It only brought another frustrated whine from the wolf, though, as his most primal wish was still left unfulfilled. His pants felt completely wet now. His cock pulsed inside them, still at the very edge of climax, threatening to go over it with every small grind of his pants against his red, throbbing length, but still unable to cross it. The dragon gave his ass a few pats.

"That's an eager dog. Now you get your treat." That was all he said, and Emett barely had time to register it in his desperately lust-filled mind when he felt the dragon's cock pressing against his entrance. The pressure was effective, and slowly his tailhole gave in to it by letting Amaran's tip inside. It had been far too long since he had been forced to do this. The wolf didn't remember the feeling of being stuffed. He felt the dragon's big member going inside him inch by inch. The dragon didn't waste time in pushing in, barely giving the wolf any time to get used to it before he pulled back and thrusted himself even further inside. Both hands went to Emett's hips for support as he started fucking the wolf with no further ceremony.

Emett grunted, gasped, whined and panted. It was too intense. The dragon's thrusts got deeper, his cock feeling far too big, but as riled up as the wolf was he barely felt any pain. He was far too focused on the pleasure and stimulation that got translated to his cock, both from the fucking itself and from how much the dragon rocked him with his humping, making his needy wolfhood grind against his pants even more. As ashamed as the wolf was for the whole thing, the herb's effect, the ring and the previous edging made him far too horny to hold back his moans, even if they came out muffled by the fact that his muzzle was shut tight. When he felt the dragon hit his prostate with a particularly deep and well-positioned thrust, he almost howled in pleasure. He felt his cock throbbing as another shadow of an orgasm hit him, bringing more whines of frustration from the wolf along with a light blush from the thought that he was actually trying to cum hands-free from being fucked by a dragon. He could swear Amaran picked up on that, as that particularly pleasurable motion repeated itself several times, causing his prostate to get rammed and more frustrated moaning and whining to come from the bound wolf.

Amaran's rhythm slowly grew over time. Emett thought the whole experience was intense, but it got so much worse when the dragon once again reached down for his cock to grip and squeeze it over his pants. He just kept groping it, bringing high whines and moans from Emett as his cock, already so close to the edge, tried to go past it again and again for both the squeezing and the fucking. The wolf could feel the dragon's cock pulsing harder inside him, the bastard obviously taking pleasure from the canine's frustration. From his absolute dominance.

Suddenly, the dragon's claws sunk at his hips, gripping them with more strength. The hand at his cock held it tightly. The dragon's cock went deep into him and he didn't need to hear the loud growl that came from above him to know that Amaran was cumming. He felt the warmness of the dragon's seed filling him and another blush of shame came to his muzzle, despite everything else. Amaran panted over him, still hilted as jet after jet of cum came. Emett still whined and grunted, his edge far too close, but his ears did perk up when the dragon's hand at his hip let go, but the one over his cock gripped it harder. A loud grunt came from above, along with a rough jerk of the cock inside him, though not enough to make it come out. It made the pleasure spike for the wolf again.

"Wh- NO!" Emett heard Amaran saying. This time, when he tried to look back, he found out he could. The rope holding his neck loosened and he instantly tried to struggle his way out of the rest of them as well, but those held just as tight as they had been before. His eyes did widen, though, as he saw Amaran frozen with an expression showing a high mix of surprise and anger. The dragon had his hand still in the air, but he wasn't moving at all. His breath could be heard, heavy, probably still from the fucking, but not even his chest moved. At his side stood Ryker. The folf had a paw over the dragon's shoulder, calmly holding it there even if the dragon towered him by far.

Ryker smiled. His hand left the dragon's shoulder with a faint glow. A glow that Emett now realized was enveloping Amaran's whole body. Even his cock stood still, fully hard and still lodged inside the wolf. The folf started humming as he casually reached out to pick up the collar and harness at his side over the desk. The buckles clinging as he disentangled them.

"RRHMGR! Lmm ffhg ggh! Mh nndf chmf!!" Emett complained. The rope keeping his muzzle shut wasn't letting go and neither was the frozen dragon still gripping his hard, needy wolfhood. Ryker seemed to ignore him as he calmly, too calmly, opened the collar's buckle and brought it to Amaran's neck, closing it tight around it. The dragon let out a few rougher breaths to signal his anger. His eyes were turned towards Ryker, but not even those moved. Still humming, Ryker did the same thing with the harness, this time taking a while longer to fit it around Amaran's bigger chest. The harness looked very silly on him, obviously too small and barely visible over his black scales.

Inspecting his work with a smile, Ryker then trailed his claws over the harness and collar. Emett could see him mumbling a few things while he did it, but he had no idea what it meant. Amaran apparently did, as his breath got sharp and harsh. Emett could clearly picture him struggling to move, but if he was, he didn't succeed. A few moments went by and slowly, the dragon's breathing seemed to grow slower, until it got completely calm. It was then that Ryker tapped his shoulder again, making Amaran move and go limp. The hand gripping Emett's cock also let go, much to his relief. The dragon could move again and, with a soft moan from the wolf, pulled out of Emett's tailhole. It was with much shame that the wolf felt the dragon's seed dripping out of it as he did.

"Now now, let's test it out, shall we? Who's a good dog?" Ryker asked bluntly. Emett looked at him with confusion.

"Wh.. I.. I am... good dog," Amaran responded, much to Emett's surprise. The dragon's words came slowly, as if forced.

"Good! And who's your beloved master, Dog?" Ryker asked again. The folf's tails flickering happily behind him. This time, the dragon grunted. A soft growl came from his throat and he looked around, confused, until his eyes met Emett's.

"Ghrgh... Master... master Emett.. sir."

"Good! Very good! And what's your purpose?"

"Mmff.. Make.. master happy. Satisfied."

The words seemed strange with Amaran's serious voice. The dragon was clearly fighting it with all his will, but Emett knew that if those were anything like the ones he wore in the past, the dragon could not win.

"Good boy! You're a good boy! Well, can't you see how pent-up your master is? Aren't you going to help him by, like, sucking his cock, perhaps?"

Emett couldn't tell if Amaran's expression of surprise was from outrage or from Ryker's reprieval. Maybe both. The dragon did, however, nod fast. Emett saw the dragon going down and then he only felt as his pants got pulled down to his thighs again, exposing his leaking, sensitive member under the desk. The breeze that hit it was enough to make him breath faster, so the feeling of the dragon's muzzle enveloping it hit him hard, making him gasp and moan. Amaran took the tip of his cock first, slurping the pre leaking from it with no hesitation and then proceeding to go down all the way to his knot. The dragon's tongue swirled around his shaft, his head bobbing up and down in a clear effort to make him cum. Except he still couldn't. He felt another orgasm coming, but it still couldn't cum. He whined and struggled against the ropes, but the dragon didn't stop. If anything he went even faster. Amaran KNEW he couldn't cum! Was it because Ryker didn't order him to take the ring out? He barely noticed Ryker moving, but when he saw it the folf was standing right in front of him. His hands were behind his back and he had a superior smile on his muzzle.

"MMK THUF DDRG TUKK RINHGF! Cngt chyggm!! Cghnt cuhhgm!" Emett pleaded. The dragon's hand was now holding his cock steady to get better positioning for his sucking and, at the same time, was squeezing his oversensitive knot. Emett stood at the brink of orgasm while the dragon kept slurping and sucking his member with high effort. Ryker just stared at him, bringing his paw up to clear his throat. Sloooowly.

"So, I feel like I owe you a feel explanations. You see, that dragon was a pretty powerful foe. As much as it pains me to admit it, depending on how much energy he'd been able to tap from this place, there was a slight chance he would beat me at direct confrontation." The folf started pacing back and forth in front of the desk as he explained. Emett kept glaring at him with pleading eyes. His whines, moans and groans never ceasing, but Ryker just kept ignoring them. "However, even the most powerful of mages can still be outwitted. You are the most precious treasure for them and at the same time, pardon my words, blissfully ignorant regarding magic. You were the perfect bait."

Emett frowned. That's why he'd taken so long to rescue him? He barely cared, though. All he wanted, all he NEEDED at the moment was to cum.

"I couldn't tell you the plan, for he could manipulate you into telling him. I also wish I could've come sooner. I really do. But he was keeping track of everything." Ryker's smile turned into a mischievous grin now. "Thing is, no one can keep his mind focused on magic while fucking. Trust me, no one."

The wolf felt like he should be mad at Ryker for using him as bait just like that, but he just didn't care! The dragon apparently picked up how squeezing the wolf's knot gave him pleasure and was using it as much as he could. His lips suckled the wolf's length, going up and down while his claws worked over his knot. Emett's balls churned for his impending climax, but it just would not come. His moans and whines were louder than ever now as he practically begged Ryker to hear him out.

"Pllghffff...! Ih NHGGF chuuffg! Thhf rrng!! Tfgh fruuuuungh!" He begged. Ryker was still grinning, and he scratched his head as if he didn't understand what he wanted.

"My, my. What's wrong? I gave you your own pet dog to make up for using you as bait! A pet that can give us all sorts of useful information regarding your precious kingdom. What else could you possibly want?" Ryker leaned forward, his ears perked up as he brought them closer to Emett's groaning muzzle as if to hear him better.

"CCHHUUM!" Emett screamed, as much as he could.

"Ah! Of coooooourse! That ring! How silly of me. How many times am I going to have to save you like this? You owe me another orgasm, wolfie." Saying that, Ryker's claw came to touch his head and then, just like the last time, the wolf felt what seemed like a jolt of power surging through his body, going down until it reached his cock. The sound of metal hitting the ground came along with Emett's muffled howl as his orgasm hit him at the same instant. Amaran seemed eager to swallow everything, as his muzzle took even more of the wolf's cock inside while he felt himself spurting thick ropes of wolf spunk for the dragon. The pleasure coursed through every inch of his body into one of the longest, most pleasurable orgasm he could remember, until finally he went limp, panting hard through his nose while the dragon suckled the last drops of cum off his sensitive cock. He closed his eyes, finally achieving the relief he sought and cursed Ryker inside his head, with a smile.