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Ravonaar sat in his private library, reading a book by one of the large windows. The warm sun that shone in on him felt wonderful on his dark grey scales. He was startled when there was a knock on the study door, he wasn’t expecting to be disturbed. “Enter!” Ravonaar responded. The door opened, and Emon, the blue scaled kobold that served as the manor’s head of household, entered and bowed. “Apologies for the interruption master, but a large crate has arrived for you. Were you expecting a delivery?” Emon asked. Ravonaar’s mind raced briefly, could it be here already? It wasn’t supposed to come until late next week! Emon approached and handed Ravonaar the delivery form. Scanning it quickly, it confirmed it was indeed the crate he had been expecting, but far sooner than he had planned for. His heart began to beat excitedly, and he took a deep breath to compose himself. Emon raised an eyebrow at him as he watched the excited look cross his master’s face before they quickly composed themselves back to their normally stoic expression. “Ah, yes, I was expecting this delivery! Please bring it to my private quarters immediately” Ravonaar requested. “Your private quarters? May I ask what it is, master?” Emon asked curiously. Normally he wouldn’t have asked out of respect for his master’s privacy, but the range of emotions that he had just witnessed cross Ravonaar’s face had piqued his curiosity. “It’s personal, I prefer not to say” Ravonaar responded, somewhat more harshly than he might normally have. Emon nodded. “Of course master, I apologize for asking. I will have it brought to your private quarters at once” Emon said, bowing, then leaving to see to his master’s wishes. Ravonaar got up, and immediately headed to his private quarters. As Ravonaar hurried through the large manor, the kobolds he passed doing their duties all paused to cordially greet him. His responses to them were much more short, and curt than they normally would have been, as he had only one thing on his mind. He arrived at his private quarters just as Emon did with the kobolds he had tasked with bringing the crate. “Perfect timing master!” Emon greeted him cheerfully, but Ravonaar only grunted in response as he fumbled the key to his private quarters out of the small ornate leather pouch strapped to his tail. His hand shook slightly with excitement as he tried to line up the key, and he had to pause a moment to take a deep breath to steady himself. Emon noticed his master’s unusual behavior, but kept his mouth shut. “Ha!” Ravonaar cried triumphantly when he finally slammed the key home, and opened the doors for the kobolds. Emon directed the kobolds to move the crate in, and placed it in the entrance room for Ravonaar. “Can we assist you with opening your crate master?” Emon asked, though he already suspected what the answer would be. “No no, that is quite allright! I’ll take it from here, thank you for bringing it!” Ravonaar answered quickly. “As you wish master, is there anything else you will be needing?” Emon asked. Ravonaar stared at the crate distractedly, before finally realizing he had been spoken to. “Ah, no Emon, that will do, thank you! Oh, one more thing…I am NOT to be disturbed for the rest of the day, understood?” Ravonaar said sternly. “Absolutely master, you will not be bothered!” Emon agreed. He motioned to the other kobolds to leave, then bowed to Ravonaar before leaving himself and closing the doors behind him. As soon as the doors closed, Ravonaar rushed over and locked them. Emon paused as he heard the door's lock click, but didn’t worry about it. The master could be eccentric sometimes, and he chalked it up to excitement over his mysterious delivery. He shooed the kobolds standing around him back to their duties, and went to attend to his own. Ravonaar quickly went to fetch a pry bar, then pried the nails loose on one of the sides. He yanked off the side panel, and eagerly flung the packing materials aside to reveal the contents inside. A large ornate wooden chair. Carefully, he removed the chair and placed it on the floor so he could admire it. The dark mahogany wood gleamed as though freshly polished, and there was intricate rune like designs carved on almost every service. “Beautiful!” Ravonaar whispered. He returned to the crate and began digging through the rest of the packing material until he found what he was looking for. Ravonaar opened the large envelope, and removed a single sheet of thick paper. He muttered under his breath as he read the sheet, it was the instructions for the chair. Each command was written in his language, with the corresponding word spelled phonetically in a language he was unfamiliar with. The obscure language was the one used by those who had created the chair. “Perfect!” Ravonaar said excitedly. He picked up the chair and took it into the bedroom he shared with his mate Sora for even more privacy. The plan had been for Sora and him to study the language together this coming weekend before the chair arrived next week, but its early arrival had disrupted those plans. Sora was already somewhat familiar with the no longer used language, however she was in the city for the day conducting business, and wouldn’t be back until that evening. Ravonaar was torn. He was beside himself with excitement to try the chair, but there was some risk involved with using it. Having Sora present would have been an extra layer of safety, but he decided he would risk it. He had the sheet with the commands after all, what could possibly go wrong he reasoned to himself. Ravonaar eased into the chair, it creaked slightly as he settled his weight on it. He tensed slightly, half expecting the chair to spring into life as he sat in it, but nothing happened. He looked at the sheet of commands, mouthing the words silently, but was careful to not utter them aloud. “All right then, let’s try it out! Ahem! *massage me*” Ravonaar said, pronouncing the words carefully. As he had read through the list of commands, he noticed some of them seemed to be pronounced quite similarly, but had drastically different effects. A slip of the tongue could be disastrous! He waited expectantly, but nothing was happening. Ravonaar was starting to wonder if he had just wasted a fortune in gold, when he felt soft chilly hands settle onto his shoulders. He gasped and turned his head. A glowing ethereal dragon-like clawed hand was rubbing his shoulder, he turned his head to see a similar one rubbing his other shoulder. “It works!” Ravonaar exclaimed excitedly. The chill of the hands on his shoulders was slightly unsettling, but despite that, it felt good as they squeezed and kneaded his shoulders. A moment later a second pair of ghostly hands materialized, and began working the base of his neck. Ravonaar sighed at the relaxing sensation. More pairs of hands began to appear, and began kneading his arms and legs. One last pair appeared and began massaging the crown of his head, and around the base of his horns. Ravonaar held the sheet up and looked through it again. He decided it was time to try something a little more risqué. “*Sensual massage*” Ravonaar said carefully. The massaging hands all vanished simultaneously, and Ravonaar wondered if he might have pronounced the phrase incorrectly. He was about to try saying it again, when two of the ghostly hands reappeared on his knees, and gently spread his legs apart. Another pair of hands appeared, and slowly slid up his inner thighs, their chilling touch causing a shiver to run through him. When the hands reached his groin, they began to gently trace their fingers around the edge of his genital slit, their frigid touch causing Ravonaar to grit his teeth. His hips involuntarily bucked when one of the hands gently slipped a cold finger directly inside his genital slit, causing him to shudder as it brushed across the twin tips of his cocks hidden within. As exhilarating as this all was, Ravonaar was starting to think maybe he should wait for Sora to come home before he took it further. He held the sheet of commands up, and scanned it for the “stop” command. “*Stop!*” Ravonaar said confidently. Or at least so he thought, but the hands didn’t vanish like last time. In fact two much larger ghostly hands suddenly appeared and grabbed his forearms, causing him to drop the sheet with the list of commands in surprise. A soft glow appeared around Ravonaar, and he gasped in surprise as his body began to slowly rise above the chair. The hands at his genital slit began to rub more insistently at his dual cock heads, sliding even more fingers into it. “*Stop*!” Ravonaar said again frantically, attempting to speak the word as clearly as possible, perhaps he had mispronounced it originally. The large hands gripping his forearms shifted in shape, and became long thick tentacles that began to coil up his arms. Their suction cupped undersides adhered firmly to his scales. Another set of tentacles formed, and began to wind up his legs and thighs, then roughly pulled them apart even further. Ravonaar grunted in fear as he struggled. He was afraid to try the stop command again, since clearly it wasn’t working. The hands at his genital slit vanished, and a large ghostly dragon head materialized in their place. Ravonaar’s eyes widened in surprise to see it was the spitting image of him. The ghostly dragon head leered at him, then an impossibly long tongue snaked out to lick across its muzzle. The head floated closer to his crotch, its icy breath sent a shiver through Ravonaar. Its long tongue extended, licking firmly across Ravonaar’s genital slit, causing him to squirm against the tentacles binding him in a combination of fear and pleasure. Despite its chilly touch, Ravonaar began to pant slightly. The dragon head glanced up at him, then grinned as it roughly thrust its tongue into his genital slit. Ravonaar cried out in pleasure as that cool tongue wound like a snake around his cocks within. The ghostly tongue began to tug, and it didn’t take much for Ravonaar’s dual cocks to flop free. Ravonaar squirmed in the tentacle's vice-like grip, then froze as another chilly tentacle began winding around his neck. More and more of the floating dragon head’s impossibly long tongue continued to coil between and around his cocks, before drawing them into its jaws. Ravonaar groaned loudly as the dragon’s head began to slurp noisily on him, but stiffened as another thick tentacle appeared, and began slowly winding around his torso. The tip slithered across his scaly backside, and slid up beneath his tail to probe at his tailhole. The tip was coated in a cold slimy substance. “No, no, you stay out of there!” Ravonaar exclaimed nervously. The tentacle ignored him, and the tip began to slip inside him. Ravonaar exhaled loudly, and bucked his hips as the thick tentacle forcibly worked its way into him. Freezing cold drool ran from the jaws of the ghostly dragon head, and down his groin as it sucked firmly on his cocks, its tongue curled tightly around them. Ravonaar closed his eyes, and threw his head back, panting loudly as the tentacle at his tailhole forced more and more of itself inside of him. “*Stop*” he uttered involuntarily, then his eyes flew open in shock when he realized what he had done. The tentacle in his tailhole began twisting frantically, and the sucking on his cocks by the dragon head increased in intensity. The tentacles constricted around him even tighter, and a massive ghostly cock materialized in front of his face. It was a replica of one of his own cocks, only much larger and quite a bit longer. “Oh no…” Ravonaar whispered. He only had a second to be thankful it was only a replica of one of his two cocks, and not both of them at once before the massive phallus thrust forward and into his mouth. Sora walked down the hallway towards the private quarters she shared with Ravonaar. After a long day in the city, she was looking forward to a short nap before dinner. As she approached her private quarters, a tingling sensation ran through her ebony and golden scales. That tingling meant magic was in use nearby, and apparently from the direction she was heading. She narrowed her eyes, and hurried down the hallway. As she turned the corner, she was surprised to find a group of kobolds gathered around the doors to her private quarters. Emon had his ear pressed against the door with a concerned look on his face, and the kobolds that were gathered around him looked worried. “Emon? What is happening?” Sora demanded, placing her hands on her hips, and giving him a stern look. “Mistress Sora! Thank goodness you’re here! Master Ravonaar has locked himself in your private quarters, and given us explicit instructions not to disturb him! However, one of the kobolds passing by heard unusual moans and grunts coming from within, and we are most worried about him!” Emon said fearfully, and rubbed his hands together anxiously. Sora’s stern look softened. “I see. You are a most faithful servant, but I will see to it from here. You are all dismissed” Sora told him. “Yes mistress, thank you!” Emon said with relief. Mistress Sora would know how to handle this, she was the wisest person he had ever met! He turned and shooed the gathered kobolds away, and bowed to Sora before hurrying away. “Just what have you done now Ravonaar!” Sora muttered. She briskly waved her hand over the door handles, and the lock clicked open. She cautiously opened the door, and scanned the room, her eyes darting immediately to the large open crate. Repeated choking grunts came from their sleeping quarters. She saw the shipping manifest on the table by the door, and picked it up and read it quickly. It seems the chair had arrived much earlier than expected. She sighed, and headed for their sleeping quarters. Sora had seen many unusual things during her very long life, but even she was slightly surprised by the scene before her as she came into the bed chamber. Ravonaar hung suspended in the air, his body twisted and writhed in the large ghostly tentacles twined tightly around his body, as another tentacle repeatedly thrust into his tail hole, his abdomen bulged visibly with each thrust. A ghostly dragon head slurped noisily on his crotch, as a massive ghostly cock that suspiciously resembled a much larger version of Ravonaar’s repeatedly thrust in and out of his mouth. Each time the huge cock thrust into his mouth, Sora could see his throat bulge out obscenely. Ravonaar had a vacant dazed look in his eyes as he was repeatedly violated from both ends. “*STOP*” Sora commanded loudly. In an instant the tentacles, dragon head, and massive cock all vanished. Ravonaar remained suspended for a brief second, then crashed to the floor with a grunt. She went to him and knelt by his side as Ravonaar groaned quietly. She spied a sheet of paper on the floor near the bed, and held her hand out towards it. The sheet of paper whisked through the air, and into her hand. She quickly looked it over, then clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh. “What’s so funny?” Ravonaar mumbled, as he groggily pushed himself up into a sitting position. “Oh Ravonaar! You definitely should have waited for me before trying the chair!” Sora said, then broke out laughing, unable to contain it any longer. “What? What are you laughing at!” Ravonaar asked again, starting to become annoyed. Sora was laughing so hard she was practically in tears. Ravonaar glared at her until she regained her composure. “Some of these commands and their translations are mismatched! What did you ask the chair to do?” Sora asked. “Well, I started with a regular massage, then I tried the sensual massage. At that point I decided maybe it would be best to wait for you before going further. I tried to tell it to stop, but it didn’t work! I tried giving the stop command a couple more times, but by then I had that monstrous ghostly cock stuffed in my mouth, and I was stuck!” Ravonaar exclaimed. “Well, unfortunately for you the ‘stop’ command translation listed here is actually the command for ‘I want more’! It would appear you mastered that command at least!” Sora said playfully. “Very funny!” Ravonaar said grouchily. Sora stood up and offered him her hand. Ravonaar glared at her briefly, then sighed as he took her hand, and she hauled him to his feet. “Why don’t we go get some dinner, I’m sure you’re hungry after all that” Sora offered. “I am quite hungry!” Ravonaar agreed, and headed towards the doors of their private quarters. Sora stopped him by placing her hands on his shoulders and nuzzled his cheek. “After dinner I can show you some tricks that aren’t on that list, I did design that chair after all!” Sora whispered into his ear, then gave it a lick. “Wait, you what!” Ravonaar exclaimed, and hurried after her as she walked towards the entrance of their quarters. She turned and grinned at him, then winked.