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Baron Arnold rode his horse towards the dragon’s manor, a trip he had made countless times. Every other week he made the trip to see Falkor, the dragon lord that ruled the local group of regions to give a status report. Arnold’s family line had served Falkor for generations. His father, his grandfather, great grandfather, and so on, the line of barons in his family went back for centuries. Usually the first born male of the current baron took over for their father when they decided to retire, though there had been exceptions. Despite being hundreds of years old, Falkor was still considered a juvenile by dragon standards, and could be a bit cocky. Much like Arnold, Falkor came from a line of dragon lords that oversaw the human world. Falkor ruled a handful of regions, but their father ruled the country, with another dragon ruling over them. Under the dragon’s rule as long as the humans obeyed the dragon’s rules that were enforced by their human baron’s, life was simple and peaceful. As Arnold approached Falkor’s large manor, a kobold lookout on the upper wall turned, then called down inside the walls. Shortly afterwards the gates swung open to admit him. Arnold was well known to the kobolds at the manor from his frequent visits, and didn’t even have to announce himself to the wall guards. Once inside, the pair of kobolds who had pulled the doors open, pushed them shut, then scurried along beside Arnold’s horse as he rode to the stables. Arnold dismounted, passing the reins to the waiting kobold who bowed to him as they accepted them. The other kobold escorted Arnold to the large stone mansion that Falkor lived in. Arnold followed the kobold into the side entrance, and down the wide lavishly decorated hallway. The kobold opened the door to Falkor’s audience room, bowing to Arnold as he waited for him to pass through. Arnold thanked the kobold as he entered, and the door closed behind him. The huge audience room had multiple plush couches arranged to face a large low platform at the back of the room. The platform was covered with many large soft pillows, and on those pillows lounged Falkor, his forelegs crossed, attended by a pair of kobold servants. Falkor grinned toothily as Arnold approached to stand before him. The scales of Falkor’s body were a deep ruby red, while the scales on his belly were onyx black. Being a younger dragon, he wasn’t too terribly large. His body was only about 10ft long, with a long slim tail that extended another 6ft behind him. His sleek black horned head was perched atop a slender neck that was about eye level with Arnold when lounging on his side as he was. Arnold bowed deeply to Falkor. “Ah, Baron Arnold! Always a pleasure to see you!” Falkor greeted him in a deep rumbling voice. The dragon’s yellow eyes gleamed with interest at his visitor. “Lord Falkor, an honor as always” Arnold replied politely. “Anything interesting to report?” Falkor asked. “No my lord, I’m happy to report everything in my region is peaceful” Arnold informed him. “Excellent! If only my other barons delivered good news on such a regular basis as you do!” Falkor said, then sighed. “I’m pleased to not be a source of stress to you my lord” Arnold said. “I have one particular baron that is on the verge of being replaced, and given to my kobolds as a sex toy if he doesn’t straighten out!” Falkor grumbled angrily. His kobold attendants stole a quick glance with each other, a slight grin forming on their muzzles. “Ah, well I’ll be sure not to dissappoint you then!” Arnold said with a nervous chuckle. “You have nothing to fear! Enough about them though, perhaps you would join me for a meal?” Falkor offered. “I would be honored, my lord” Arnold said gratefully, and bowed. Falkor snapped his fingers, and his kobold servants scurried out to see to it. Falkor got to his feet with a grunt, and Arnold walked next to him as they headed for the dining room together. As they ate, they chatted about the state of Arnold’s region, and other regions under Falkor’s control. The kobold servants stood against the wall as Falkor and Arnold ate, ready to fulfill any requests that might come up. When their meal came to an end, Falkor rose to his feet again to personally show Arnold out as he usually did after their visits. “Before I leave my lord, perhaps I could…speak to you in private?” Arnold asked. A shiver rippled through Falkor’s body, and their eyes widened slightly at Arnold’s request. “Of course Arnold! Why don’t we go to my private quarters?” Falkor responded, his voice sounded slightly slurred. “You two are dismissed” The kobolds glanced at each other, then bowed before leaving. “That would be perfect my lord! Shall we?” Arnold asked. Falkor nodded, then lead the way. Arnold followed him with a slight grin. Falkor’s private quarters were lavishly furnished. They consisted of a large well furnished sitting room, a small private study, and a bedroom. The bedroom was sparsely furnished, it mostly consisted of a sunken pit full of soft pillows that Falkor slept in. Falkor immediately headed to the bedroom after closing the door once they had entered, and Arnold eagerly followed him. Once in the privacy of the bedroom, Falkor turned and waited, a vacant look in his eyes. Arnold closed the door, then began undressing. Falkor stood staring and waiting, not reacting to Arnold undressing. Once naked, Arnold moved to stand in front of Falkor, grinning up at him. When Falkor stood on all fours, his head was a couple feet above Arnold’s. “It sure was a long ride, I could certainly use a bath!” Arnold said. A slight shudder went through Falkor, and he lowered his head, then began taking slow dragging licks over Arnold’s body with his long forked tongue. Arnold sighed contentedly as Falkor’s warm smooth slick tongue repeatedly wash over his body. Falkor was thorough in his licking, no patch of skin escaped his attention. His long tongue wound around Arnold’s genitals briefly, then snaked up between Arnold’s legs, and swiped through his ass crack. Falkor worked his way down Arnold’s legs, nudging his muzzle insistently against Arnold’s feet until he lifted one, then the other so Falkor could briefly swipe his tongue across the bottoms of them. Licking his way back up, Falkor’s tongue licked against Arnold’s throat, and then paused to lick repeatedly over Arnold’s face. Arnold brought his hands up to stroke the sides of Falkor’s muzzle, and opened his mouth so the dragon’s forked tongue could slip inside. The large tongue dominated his mouth, the forked tip venturing partway down his throat. It wasn’t the first time, and Arnold was used to, and even craved the feeling of his throat bulging with the slick squirming muscle. Arnold gave the side of Falkor’s muzzle a double pat, and Falkor immediately withdrew his tongue, then stood waiting, staring straight ahead again as he waited for his next command. Arnold grinned, amused at how easily the dragon could be controlled. Generations ago, their name lost to time, one of Arnold’s ancestors had managed to hypnotize Falkor when they were much younger. They had then implanted a series of different hypnotic commands that could be used to bend the dragon to their will, and to use him in degrading ways. Arnold’s family had passed those commands down from baron to baron, and someday Arnold would pass them on to the next baron. He still remembered how shocked he had been when as a young man, his father had brought him to see Falkor, and used the command that prompted Falkor to bring them to their private quarters. Once in the privacy of Falkor’s bedroom, Arnold’s father had used the hypnotic trigger phrases to make Falkor pleasure him, then made Falkor pleasure Arnold afterwards. Arnold would never forget the first time Falkor used their tongue on him. Arnold’s mind snapped back to the present as Falkor stood patiently waiting for his next command. Arnold strode past Falkor, running his fingers across the dragon’s onyx chest scales as he passed, then stepped down into Falkor’s sleeping pit. He arranged some of the pillows into a small pile for himself, then flopped down on top of them. “Come along pet!” Arnold called playfully to Falkor, who turned and stepped down into his sleeping pit as ordered. “Dinner is served!” Arnold said to Falkor. Immediately Falkor crouched down in front of Arnold, and began nosing their snout beneath Arnold’s balls. Falkor’s tongue extended, and began slithering through Arnold’s ass crack. Soon the forked tips were gently prodding against Arnold’s asshole, then slipping inside of him. Arnold couldn’t contain the groan of pleasure that escaped him as inch after inch of Falkor’s tongue surged into him. Arnold writhed with pleasure, squeezing Falkor’s muzzle tightly between his legs as they slurped noisily on his asshole, his entire groin was engulfed in the dragon’s jaws. Sweat broke out on Arnold’s brow as that endless tongue burrowed deeper and deeper into him. The skin of his belly stretched and moved as Falkor’s tongue pressed against it from within. Arnold panted heavily as he stroked his cock, he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. There was easily three feet of slick dragon tongue twisting and grinding against his insides. “Here it comes!” Arnold gasped, and Falkor froze due to the hypnotic command, then waited. Arnold groaned as he came, angling his cock so that his load spurted across Falkor’s tongue, and down his throat. “All done!” Arnold said, breathing heavily, then gritted his teeth as Falkor’s tongue began to slowly, almost tortuously, slide from him. Finally it slipped free with a lewd slurping sound, and Falkor licked his jaws as he waited for his next command. “Looks like we have a mess on our hands!” Arnold said. The hypnotic command caused Falkor to lower his head and begin licking Arnold’s cock and balls, cleaning any semen from them that remained. Falkor’s tongue coiled around Arnold’s cock and balls, and began squeezing them tightly. Despite having just cum, Arnold was already rapidly becoming hard again. He stroked his hand along Falkor’s muzzle as the dragon thoroughly cleaned his genitals. If Arnold didn’t stop him soon, he would cum again, and he wanted to finish somewhere else in the dragon. “All clean!” Arnold said, and Falkor’s tongue withdrew back into his mouth, then they sat back on their haunches, waiting. “Why don’t you relax?” Arnold suggested, and Falkor lay down, then rolled onto his back. The dragon lay with his hind legs splayed apart, and stared vacantly at the ceiling. Arnold came around to Falkor’s lower half, trailing his fingers along the thick paw pads of one of Falkor’s hind feet. Even in his hypnotic state, Falkor’s leg twitched, and Arnold guessed that perhaps the dragon was ticklish there. Arnold settled himself so he was straddling the base of the dragon’s tail. He briefly admired the dragon’s genital slit and scaly anus before running a finger along the genital slit. There was no reaction from Falkor as he continued staring at the ceiling. Arnold slipped the tip of his finger inside, where it was met with an intense heat and moisture. His finger brushed across the large slick cock hidden within. The only reaction from Falkor was a noisier than usual exhale through their nostrils. Arnold ran his finger back and forth across the cock within, then pulled it back out. His finger was still moist from Falkor’s slit, and he slipped it into their scaled anus. After pistoning it in and out a few times, he returned his finger to Falkor’s slit to moisten it again, then put it back in their anus. He repeated the process a few times to lubricate the dragon’s anus in preparation. Satisfied, he slid himself up a little further, and lined his cock up with Falkor’s genital slit. Arnold groaned with pleasure as his cock sank into the intense, slick heat of the dragon’s slit. His cock slid against Falkor’s, and he began slowly thrusting, his cock rubbing against the dragon’s. Despite being hypnotized, it couldn’t stop Falkor’s natural body response, and Arnold could feel the dragon’s cock hardening against his. Eventually Falkor’s cock pushed against Arnold’s as its blood red length began to emerge from its slit. As Arnold’s cock was forced out, he realigned it with Falkor’s anus, and firmly thrust it into the tight opening. Falkor’s cock continued to slide free from his slit, then lay throbbing against his belly. Arnold reached up to stroke Falkor’s cock, then panted as he increased his pace. Falkor’s breathing grew noticeably heavier, his anus clamping tightly around Arnold’s thrusting cock. It wasn’t long before Arnold came again, exhaling loudly as he did. He flopped on his stomach, idly stroking Falkor’s cock as his own cock continued spasming inside the dragon. Finally with a loud contented sigh, he pulled himself free, and gave Falkor’s cock a pat. He went over by Falkor’s head, who was still staring vacantly at the ceiling. “Looks like we have a mess on our hands!” Arnold said. Falkor immediately turned his head, and extended his tongue to lick Arnold’s genitals clean. “All clean!” Arnold exclaimed, and Falkor turned his head back to stare at the ceiling. Arnold hummed to himself as he redressed, then went and stood by the door. “What a lovely visit, thank you for having me!” Arnold exclaimed, Falkor rolled onto his side, curled up, and went to sleep. Arnold nodded, then left. When Falkor woke up he would only remember having a pleasant visit with Arnold. Falkor listened carefully for the sound of the gates closing, and knew Arnold had left. He rolled onto his back, his cock still hard and throbbing. “It would be nice if he finished ME off once in a while!” Falkor grumbled, then leaned forward to take his member into his mouth. His long tongue wound around his cock, twisting and squeezing as he sucked it firmly while bobbing his head. In only a few moments he came, swallowing rapidly as his semen flooded his mouth. With a lewd slurp, his cock flopped from his mouth, and began to slowly retreat into its slit. Falkor grunted as he leaned forward further, then dug his tongue into his anus. Human semen tasted vastly different from a dragons, and he quickly cleaned himself out, then leaned back with a sigh as he licked his jaws. Falkor thought back to Arnold’s distant ancestor who had so foolishly attempted to hypnotize him. Falkor himself was a master of hypnotism, and had been so amused by the baron’s pathetic attempt, he had gone along with it out of curiosity to see what they would try to make him do. Sex with him had been the last thing he expected, but he had allowed it, and frankly enjoyed it. Back then Falkor had been quite smaller, so he had been much closer in size to a human. Arnold’s ancestor had even commanded Falkor to mount him on occasion, which Falkor had enjoyed immensely. Sadly he was much too large to be mounting humans these days, but he had some fun ideas in mind for the next time Arnold visited. Little did Arnold know that he himself had in fact been hypnotized during a visit long in the past, and Falkor was just biding his time for when he would make use of his own hypnotic commands on them! Falkor had in fact hypnotized all of his past and current barons at one point. It kept them in line, and his earlier threat to turn one of his barons over to the kobolds had not been an idle one. More than one of his barons had been used by his kobolds for sexual relief, but due to being hypnotized had no memory of it, and had left after their visits none the wiser, though perhaps a little sorer than when they had first arrived! Falkor yawned widely, and nestled into the pillows in his pit for a short nap. He dozed off, chuckling to himself as he thought about what he might do next time Arnold visited.