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[b][u][center]The Cult Nobody Asked For

Kink-Vember 1

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Draconicon poked his head around the gates of the Academia Draconis. Looking left, right, left, he glanced up and down the streets, through the crowds of students and professors heading out into the city of Docetri, and even among the regular citizens that had nothing to do with his school. He looked for any sign of the black robes, bare feet, and golden rings that would have marked the cult out to him, but saw nothing.

[i]Maybe it’s safe, for once.[/i]

The black dragon doubted that very much, but there was little point in just staying where he was and waiting it out. He shook his head, stepping out of the gates and adjusting his coat. The golden coat flicked out, running from his shoulders down to his ankles, a glittering thing compared to the darker red that he wore beneath. He took one step –

“Master Draconicon!”

And immediately winced. The sound of footsteps rapidly approaching put paid to the thought of running away himself; they would just keep following him now that they’d seen him.

[i]Might as well face the music…[/i]

He turned around, his eyes falling on the approaching gaggle of…

Well, ‘cultists’ was the only word for them. They wore black robes, carried various sigils of magic in woven metal that had been painted gold, and they all went barefoot just like he did. They stopped on the pavement in front of him, a half-dozen males and females immediately falling to their hands and knees and bowing their heads. Two wolves, a mare, an elephant, a possum, and a bat kept bowing their heads in worship, and everyone else on the sidewalk just turned to stare at the display.

“Get inside,” the dragon muttered, pointing through the gates. “And be quick about it.”

His ‘worshipers’ did as they were told, hustling past him. Draconicon looked at the rest of the crowd now staring at him, mouthed ‘sorry’ at them, and turned back to the campus. Looked like he wasn’t leaving the Academia Draconis on time today, either.

He didn’t know where they all came from. Even though there’d only been six of them on the sidewalk, as soon as he closed the gates and turned around, he found himself staring at twenty, at least. It was a vast variety of species, and if it wasn’t for the fact that they all looked at him with worship and adoration in their eyes, he would have thought that this was some sort of trap, some sort of trick to get him involved in something…not entirely legal.

But this wasn’t the first time this had happened. Nor the fifth, nor the tenth. This was well into the double-digits now, and he knew where it was going. Draconicon signed as he undid his belt, and the cult gasped and grinned, some in the front row of the group all but squeeing happily as he started unzipping his pants.

“Get a hold of yourselves or I’m flying home,” Draconicon said.

“We’re sorry, Master Draconicon.”

“It’s just –”

“You’re you!”

“And this blessing!”

“We need it.”

“We all need it.”

“Bless us with your touch.”

“Your seed.”

“Your scent.”

“Your words!”

Whether this was some strange cult that [i]actually[/i] idolized him or a bunch of kinksters that were just into sex with dragons, the result was the same. They worshiped the ground he walked on – on some days, literally – and they weren’t going to leave him alone until they got what they came here for. He shook his head, hating the fact that the whole absurdity of it, combined with the actual sexiness of it, actually did give him a boner.

He pulled his pants down just enough to allow it to swing out, and all eyes in the crowd swung down to his cock. Fourteen inches long with just enough foreskin to dangle past the head, the ringed shaft was a meaty thing for any species. The possum in the front row whimpered, even as he looked down –

“Oh, you’ll get the other thing later,” he told the foot-loving possum. “For now – you.”

He pointed to the bat in the front row. The long-eared, short-snouted young man fell to his knees almost immediately, his mouth hanging open and his long tongue spilling out of it. Draconicon walked up to him, his cock swaying back and forth with each step.

“Play rock, paper, scissors or something for who gets around to rimming me. If he can’t get me off in five minutes, we’ll swap to someone else.”

Was it the most efficient way of dealing with a cult? Not particularly, but he didn’t have the mental energy to play into the worship that they clearly wanted to give. He wanted to go home, to sit down and rest, but –

Gluk.

Even with his irritation at his day being interrupted, the dragon still enjoyed the feeling of the bat muzzle around his cock. The cultist’s tongue was already going down, down, down, lapping at his balls as he slowly rocked his hips forward, back, forward, back. Clearly, the bat had been practicing; he was taking ten of the fourteen inches without even gagging, though the last four were clearly giving him some trouble.

He watched the brown-furred mare disappear around his back, slowly pushing his tail up and dragging his pants down. Draconicon spread his legs just a bit, giving her space –

“Mmmm…”

There was something nice about a horse tongue getting to work back there. Just thick enough to really feel, not too invasive for the surface worship. He grabbed her by the back of her head, keeping her in place as he looked down at the bat.

“Well? Don’t stop.”

“Mmmph…”

As the bat bobbed up and down on his cock, the dragon looked around the rest of the cult. Not a one was spared obvious signs of lust. He saw every robe tenting, at least a bit, or with the females, seeing their hands go under the robes to tease themselves. Those that were more experienced either knelt with their heads bowed and their bare feet visible, or leaned back and put their feet in the air, hoping to attract his blessing.

Or at least his cum.

Draconicon closed his eyes as he rolled his hips forward again and again, slowly fucking the bat’s throat. The soft gluk every time that he reached the smaller male’s gag reflex was a nice little reward, but he wasn’t getting anywhere fast. Even with the mare working at his ass, he could tell that he wasn’t going to just blow his load. Not like this.

Looking around the group, he set his eyes on another cultist, a lion. The thick-maned male looked back at him and immediately stood up.

“Master Draconicon –”

“Don’t talk. Just lift the back of your robe and spread your cheeks.”

As the feline happily followed orders, the black dragon pulled his dick out of the bat’s throat. The flying mammal fell over backwards, his eyes rolling back and his cock leaking in the front of his robe.

“Hail Draconicon, full of seed and full of virility –”

He tuned the bat out, focusing on the lion in front of him as he stepped out of his pants. The mare followed on all fours, clearly intent on keeping her tongue glued to his asshole, but he just wanted to get this over with.

“Hail Draconicon, master of magic, he with the massive dick –”

He cut the lion off with one deep thrust. That pucker took it, and took it well, but fourteen inches was still more than enough to steal the breath of just about anyone. He grabbed the feline by the hips and started thrusting away.

“Ah – ah – nngh – oh fuck – fuck me – fuck me!”

The lion couldn’t muster any more praise, which was a blessing in and of itself, but he had a nice little ass. Draconicon loomed over him, chin against the top of the lion’s head as he hammered away. In, out, in, out, the soft smack-smack-smack of his hips against that furred rump a nice little sound in and of itself. He closed his eyes, trying to tune out the droning prayers of the cult as he used that hole.

[i]Fucking assholes…[/i]

They were, but at least they were harmless enough. He opened one eye, looking around, seeing the way that their cocks twitched in time to his thrusts as he jackhammered into the bitch under him. The lion had lost any and all semblance of speech within a minute of the dragon’s cock ramming in, and now, he barely managed to stay on his feet.

Draconicon pulled him closer still, one arm around the lion’s middle as he felt all those eyes on him. Glancing around, he could see each and every cultist staring at him, at his cock, at his feet, at his ass –

“Mmmmph…”

The mare was back to work, tonguing him out back there, begging and moaning as she did. He reached back with his free hand, pushing her down against his hole again, keeping her planted against him.

They worshiped him. Whether or not they were a true cult was immaterial; they worshiped him as if he was a god, staring at him like power incarnate, and that sort of attention really was its own kind of aphrodisiac. He groaned under his breath, his cock throbbing harder and harder as some of what they said filtered through.

“Nnngh, I need it…I need that to be me…”

“Can we afford to just have him move in with us?”

“I need that dick.”

“I need those feet.”

“Fucking – god, he’s a stud…I need him in my ass…”

The lion moaned, suddenly clenching down around his cock. The feline gasped, arching his back, his mouth hanging open as his cock flooded the front of his robes. Draconicon grunted as he slowed his thrusts, letting the maned feline fall from his shaft to the ground, then turned to the rest of the crowd as his cock kept throbbing.

“Another. Who’s next?”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: The first of the Kink-Vember entries, where Drac gets approached by an obsessive cult and lets them have what they want.

Tags: M/M, M/M/F, Draconicon, Dragon, Docetri, Cult, Obsessive Worshipers, Rimming, Oral, Semi-Public, Mild Comedy, Orgasm, Cum, Anal, Lion, Dragon, Mare, Bat, KinkVember,