Perk Of The Job
This one’s pretty simple and straightforward! So let’s get right to it!
OBLIGATORY CONTENT WARNING: This story contains sexual acts between a male and an intersex male, size difference, rough sex, rape, impregnation, and a variety of consequences with varying levels of intent.
Anyone who knew that Noris was about to enter the lair of the black draconian Sazorias unarmed and unprotected would have called him a monumental fool. Noris wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t have agreed with them…but to him, it was worth it.
Draconians were a type of dragon that had more anthropoid frames, separate from feral bipedal or quadrupedal dragons in stature but not in bloodline. And dragons, as everyone knew, were intensely magical - to the point where essentially their entire beings were suffused with it. That was what made them ‘magical creatures’, one of only a very limited number of such creature types in the world - and all of such creatures were highly sought after by all sorts of magic practitioners. Every part of their bodies was useful in various kinds of magic - they helped stabilize rituals much more effectively than many other types of objects, they were useful channels for elemental magic, and they were vital for crafting and enchanting. There was big money in procuring these components, owing to the lack of effective substitutes. But most magical creatures weren’t eager to be harvested from, particularly the intelligent ones, and were plenty hostile to those who saw them as a source of income or a collection of objects to be used; thus, there was a certain level of scarcity of these components, which only made them more valuable.
And where there were valuable things, there were people who went to try to procure them. Noris was one of those - someone who hunted for magic components for those wanting to pay for them, and that included those of magical creatures. It wasn’t something that got him rolling in dough, but it was enough to keep him fed and housed without too much trouble, and able to remedy the various injuries and maladies that came with the territory. Noris was not a fighter, in fact almost never carried a weapon - he was a scavenger who avoided conflict, and most of his hunting was in areas where the target had recently vacated, so he could pick up various detritus that looked irrelevant to most people, but which Noris knew had quite a bit of value. So he was harvesting, in a way, always staying away from the actual creature as much as possible - which hampered his potential income, but also felt less intrusive and better on his soul.
But there were times when he was at least more than unintrusive. Sometimes going into territories, nests and dens, where there tended to be more available material. Noris had no illusions that his presence would be welcome in those places, but sometimes that was where he needed to go to get what he was looking for. It was the way things were, and he knew what dangers he was courting…but sometimes one needed to take chances. And Noris was taking a big one this time, as he slowly stepped into a hollowed cavern in a rocky hillside. Possessing nothing but the clothes on his back and a small sack, he was committing a rather heavy intrusion this time, and one that carried more risk than most…but he had been asked specifically for components from a black dragon or draconian, and he couldn’t really justify passing it up.
But he’d been warned, Sazorias wasn’t one to be trifled with. The black draconian was quite powerful, and didn’t suffer fools quietly - he was known to pound some faces into the dirt if people tried to mess with him. He was an adept warrior when called upon, but often kept to himself and only engaged in serious combat when something truly powerful came around that required his heavy hand; otherwise, he rebuffed requests for his aid for what he considered trifles, and only scrapped when someone pissed him off. Which wasn’t difficult to do, really, but if an idiot decided they wanted to mess with a draconian, they were inviting the consequences. Noris didn’t doubt for a second that Sazorias would respond very poorly to having his home invaded by a scavenger like him, even if what Noris was taking probably was nothing more than cast-off scale shed and the like…if he found out, it would be no doubt a bad time for Noris.
He was doing his best to make sure that didn’t happen, though. Sazorias might have been something of a loner, but he was a regular visitor to a nearby town, flying out and staying out for several hours before coming back, stocking up on provisions or relaxing at a tavern or whatever else he did for entertainment, Noris hadn’t studied him that far. But it gave him a window of opportunity, which he knew he could use to gather some material quickly and slip out. Sazorias would have to know someone had been there, but with any luck he wouldn’t be able to peg Noris specifically for it, and that was all that mattered in the end. As far as he knew, Sazorias knew nothing of him or his client, so he would have no specific reason to hunt them down…though, there was always the outside chance that the draconian could suss something out that Noris didn’t expect. That was a risk he was taking.
And so far, it seemed to be paying off. Sazorias had left probably half an hour ago, and Noris had been able to creep in. The cavern entrance went down a ways, but there was light that the human could see coming from deeper inside…it might have looked like an ordinary cave from afar, but Sazorias had probably hewn it out himself, and it was no doubt more than just a hole in the rock. Indeed, as he got further in, he could see signs of furnishing and embellishment…draconians did tend to live that way. No wards that Noris could pick up on, it was remote enough that thievery was probably a scant likelihood…few would bother to come out this far, especially for a draconian that looked like he didn’t really have much of value.
Noris knew a bit better…though, it was a case of one person’s trash being another’s treasure.
And that was what he started scouring around for. Any little bits of Sazorias that he could scrounge up. In this case, mostly scale shed, or shavings or fragments of claws or horns, those were the most likely things to find - fluids were probably not going to happen, and he didn’t really have anything to collect them with anyway, that was the sort of thing that needed to be more actively donated. Maybe he would get really lucky and find a fang - dragons lost them relatively often and regrew them more or less effortlessly within a few days, so it was certainly possible. Or full scales, dragons had scaling different from other creatures and would sometimes lose full scales which were very valuable for clients like his. The good stuff was less likely, but Noris could hold out hope.
Except…so far, things weren’t panning out to any degree. The main chamber of Sazorias’s domicile was unnaturally clean. Typically, there was plenty to find, most creatures weren’t that obsessed with cleanliness on that scale - things like cast-off feathers or scale shed were far beneath concern, especially given that they lived in the rough wild rather than pristinely-kept houses. But Sazorias seemed to be a different story, Noris was finding next to nothing, and the tiny fragments he could spot were too small for him to effectively collect. It was quite the attention to detail…which had Noris wondering if the draconian wasn’t deliberately trying to forestall someone like him. That wasn’t a typical area of focus, but someone that determined to avoid being harvested from might think about that…
It was possible that other areas were less cleanly kept, and there were three paths from the main chamber leading deeper into the caves. Noris tried to go down one of them, hoping to find some kind of bedding area. But his endeavors were waylaid by a barrier that he smacked dead into, stumbling backwards and nearly falling over after the impact. Once he recovered from that, he looked around, trying to see it…it was a very difficult barrier to spot, barely visible in the air, but when he reached out and touched against it, he could see a darkening where the contact was being made. Moving his hand around showed him enough to tell him that he wasn’t finding a hole in it anywhere - most likely Sazorias had it set up where he could pass through and no one else could. The other couple of paths yielded no better results, each one was protected by the same type of barrier. This was proving to be a bust…Noris hated busts, especially when he had a very specific request, it wasn’t like he could just skip next door to find another black dragon or draconian. He needed to rethink this…it was time to leave and to try to form a different plan.
Just as he reached back into the main chamber, though, he heard sounds from the direction of the cave entrance. His heart skipped a beat - surely he hadn’t been in there THAT long? But he HAD been thorough…the malicious growl from the passageway left little hope that it was merely some other chance passerby. Sazorias was back, and Noris was trapped - he had no illusions that he’d be able to hide away from the dragon, his scent was a dead giveaway and there weren’t even that many hiding spots. Perhaps standing frozen in the middle of the room like an idiot wasn’t exactly the best choice, but no option would have saved him from Sazorias’s wrath.
And wrath it was. Sazorias stomped in in quite the lather, storming up to Noris furiously…and even as a smaller creature than a normal feral dragon, he was in no way less imposing. “SO! A little rat has invaded my den! Did you enjoy your little scavenger hunt, vermin? Was it worth it to you, intruding upon my privacy, intruding upon my sanctum, to grub for tiny little pieces?”
“N-no…” An easy thing to say, when he didn’t even find anything. But that was telling Noris one thing - Sazorias was indeed anticipating something like this. Few took such measures against folks like him, who didn’t really nick anything that had value to themselves, but it seemed Sazorias had a particular distaste for that…and that was bad news for Noris. “ I’m sorry…please, have mercy…”
“Mercy?! You gave the gall to beg mercy, when you have violated me like this?!” Sazorias’s contemptuous roar nearly bowled Noris over, the human scrambling back towards the wall as the draconian advanced on him. “I should gut you, human! I should stab you through to the core, and watch the life leak from you as you beg your gods to preserve your soul! Give me one good reason not to end you right here, I defy you!”
This was escalating far too quickly…Noris hit the wall, unable to look away from those sharp golden eyes that threatened such ghastly fates. He couldn’t find the words now, he was too scared - for all his intrusions in the past, rarely had he had any such direct confrontations, and even more rarely did he not have some means of escaping from them. But none of that was available here and now, he didn’t even have a proper defense to give, all he could do was hope that Sazorias had some measure of mercy despite his rage…
And then, as the dragon’s snout neared him, it paused. Sazorias’s nose was close enough that Noris could distinctly see the nostrils flare, and feel the slight rush of air around him as it was drawn in. He tensed up a bit as he saw the corners of Sazorias’s mouth turn up in a malevolent grin, before the draconian straightened up, pulling a hand back as it glowed. “Well, well…does my nose deceive me, or might you be the FUN kind of human?”
Noris didn’t have a chance to respond before the dragon flung his hand forward, and a burst of some kind of spell fired off. He didn’t have any time to move before it hit him and enveloped him…he could feel the action of the spell all around him, a sharp flare of something that felt mildly painful all throughout his body, getting a high-pitched cry from him. Briefly he thought that was it for him - but then the spell faded away, and he was still alive, and relatively unharmed. It took a beat for him to realize that that only applied to his flesh, though…his eyes widened as he came aware of his sudden nudity, his clothing and bag having been totally vaporized, leaving him standing there fully exposed - and revealing the parts between his legs that exposed a truth the rest of him tried to mask. Instinctively he tried to cover himself, but a glow from Sazorias’s eyes, and his hands were yanked behind him and locked firmly in place, baring his snatch for the world to see - or, at least, as much of the world as mattered right now.
“So…crossborn, is it?” The lechery in Sazorias’s growl was impossible to ignore as he leered towards the incapacitated human. “Consider yourself lucky, human. I had plenty of ideas in mind for making a scavenger like you regret your very birth before possibly letting you go. But the way YOU are…well, I do believe I will be stabbing you to the core after all. I shall simply be using an available hole to do so.”
Noris’s eyes widened as he saw the slit of the draconian’s crotch swelling and parting, and the dark mass of flesh starting to push from it. Oh, he knew he was fucked - quite literally. Crossborn males like him, that was how it usually went when someone had endless latitude over them. It was a double-edged sword - very often it allowed them to escape situations like this with their lives where they might otherwise have simply been killed, but the trade-off was that, well, they were going to be raped, and there was nothing they could do about it. This wasn’t Noris’s first encounter with this by any means, he knew the score by now, and there was no point in not accepting his fate.
Not that Sazorias was going to give him the opportunity to do anything else. The black draconian grabbed him roughly, yanking him up into the air and spinning him around roughly before slamming him against that imposing wall of scaled muscle, winding the human a little bit. His arms were still trapped behind him, pinned between Sazorias’s abdominal muscles and Noris’s much less impressive back, leaving him no way to try to free himself - and a moment later, he felt a similar hold on each of his ankles, pulling on them and binding them to Sazorias’s legs, the dragon’s magic effectively arresting him from even a hint of resistance. If there had been an audience, they would see a completely helpless human with a dragon cock rubbing up against their snatch, with zero doubt about what fate would befall Noris within moments.
It wasn’t impossible that there WAS an audience - for all Noris knew, Sazorias had some way of channeling the image to be shown to dragons and draconians all over. They sure seemed to be able to pick up on it pretty quickly…
All Noris could really do was squirm a bit, and Sazorias seemed to like that - whether just because the human was ineffectually struggling against him or because his loins were teasing that threatening dick was impossible for Noris to tell. That piece looked far too big to safely fit inside Noris, and it was studded with spikes strewn all along the length of the shaft, embellishments meant to stimulate and impose on a partner, to overwhelm them with sensation and pleasure and improve the chances of their body’s fertility being amplified. It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility that Noris could be bred - he wasn’t naturally fertile, but dragons scoffed at silly things like that, and if Sazorias willed it, there would be no stopping it.
And if he intended to, he was certainly going to put Noris through his paces first. A vicious snarl rattled the human’s ears just as the tip of that cock slipped into his folds, and then suddenly it was SHOVED inside, making Noris’s voice scream out at the sudden intrusion. Way too much, WAY too quickly - it wasn’t even that painful, though it wasn’t pain-free either, Sazorias was not granting him THAT level of mercy, he was going to make sure Noris had to pay a bit for his transgression, but he at least wasn’t making it entirely torturous…but his brain was in no way prepared for the intense stretch so soon, and it rattled him on a visceral level, making him see stars and leaving his head spinning as his cunt was stuffed with so much spiky dragon dick that it bulged him out a bit.
Sazorias wasn’t letting him get adjusted for even a second, though. The draconian started to hammer into him, growling deeply as he pillaged the writhing, wailing human caught in his arms. Noris had no recourse, no escape, his mind being continually pummeled by the wildly powerful pounding, and his body was reflexively clenching down, tightening onto that already too-thick tool and amplifying every bit of pleasure and pain that that elicited. It was jabbing so deep, threatening to go even deeper, and he could feel that swelling knot pounding against his lower lips, promising a much more furious stretch to come than what he was already getting.
“That’s right, bitch…let the whole fuckin’ forest hear you!” Sazorias’s snarl was harsh and unapologetic - it had no need for reserve, the violation Noris had visited had invited it. “Don’t think I can’t hear the rapture in there…I’m gonna break you into nothing, you’ll be craving dragon cock the rest of your miserable life, maybe then you’ll do something better than try to grub around our dens for shit!” His actions were certainly trying to back up that intention, as his thrusts got harder, trying to force their way deeper into Noris, and that already daunting dick started to even buzz a bit, a magic impulse that added another layer to the already overwhelming sensations buffeting Noris’s brain ruthlessly. The human’s voice was giving out for lack of being able to recover its air, but the weak, thready cries were still heavily laden with bliss, even as there was the strain of agony underneath - this was so much, too much, no human was prepared for something this wild, this extreme, and the prospect of breaking seemed very real. Thick gluts of draconian precum were already soaking his snatch, his insides getting pumped with fluids that Sazorias wasn’t letting escape, not a drop leaking all the way out, only a thin sheen smoothing the dragon’s thrusts into Noris’s canal, the rest being packed inside his womb, leaving an insidious heat in there that might have been the prime for going ALL the way…
Noris was bordering on insensible at this point, unraveled to the point where thoughts were really shunted aside completely. His body was awash in the melange of sensations, his inability to move rendering him a helpless toy to be savagely broken by the draconian. As that massive knot plapped against him, trying to bury its way in, Noris’s cries renewed their vigor as he hit the next level, a climax tearing through him that made him almost vibrate along with that dick, unable to do much more. As if his head needed any more to break it, that rush of violent orgasm was another devastating blow to him, winding together torment and ecstasy into a hurricane of powerful impulse that he couldn’t keep up with, his vision clouding badly as he lost himself in the midst of everything, almost unable to feel anything except his overtaxed pussy being molded into a breeding tunnel for Sazorias…
And then, the dragon outright roared, and he pulled down as he thrust in hard, and Noris’s orgasming body gave way, that thick knot being swallowed up by his lower lips and stuffing him to the maximum. Deep inside him, Sazorias’s cock breached in deeper, and an absolute onslaught of thick, viscous cum bolted into his defenseless and primed womb, rapidly filling every bit of space that could have been found in there. And when the space was no more to be found, it was made, every pump adding to the swell in Noris’s midsection, pushing him out more and more as the volume massed within him, denied any possible exodus both by that plugging dick and by Sazorias’s magic sealing it in. It was so much, too much, and Noris’s body was doing nothing but squeezing down and milking it mindlessly, trying to get itself stuffed even further, while his mind had entirely ceded, too overwrought to do anything except let the body expel its air in breath cries while stuffing itself with more draconian spunk than it was ever meant to hold. Hazed over in the unceasing climax and constant sensation, Noris was only barely holding enough sense to avoid coming off as a drooling puppet - though the latter of those probably wasn’t inaccurate already.
Somehow, he managed to keep from losing his mind completely, but even as he was coming back to his senses, he was feeling the aftershocks. His womb was stuffed with enough seed that he could see the swell very prominently, it almost looked like he was modestly pregnant already. And the tingle deep within him suggested that Sazorias was indeed intended to ensure it was productive…forcing a human to carry his egg was one of the heaviest things he could impose on Noris, and there was no getting away from it, he wouldn’t be able to stop it from taking. Ragged breaths and moans were all the sounds that Noris could make at the moment, he was still shivering from the way his body felt…if Sazorias decided he wanted to kill him after all, there was no way he could have even put up a hint of a protest, lacking both the mental and physical wherewithal to even pretend to fight.
It was fortunate that Sazorias seemed to have been satisfied by what he got. It took a while for the knot to recede, but Sazorias wasn’t in any rush, just staying in place as long as he needed to. Finally, the swell ebbed enough for him to pull out, but as he did, there was one last gush from his cock, something even thicker and stickier that plastered itself to Noris’s cervix, an additional plug to complement the magic that had already been working on him. Even as that cock pulled out finally, the swell was still there, not a drop of draconian seed leaving his body.
“Feel that, human?” growled Sazorias. “You don’t want to be knocked up, you’d better find a way to get that outta you soon. The longer you wait, the more likely you’ll be carrying my egg…and good luck surviving that, or being anything but a broken slut if you do.” The bindings were dispelled from Noris, and he was let down with the bare minimum amount of gentleness Sazorias seemed to be able to muster. “Now get out. Don’t infect me with your presence much longer, or I might decide to do worse to you anyway.”
Noris didn’t bother trying to protest that his arms and legs felt like jelly…he just forced them to act anyway. It wasn’t gainly by any stretch of the imagination, he couldn’t really walk, just stumble and crawl and fumble around, rather slowly but fast enough to get out of Sazorias’s immediate sight. It would be tough to manage anything with no clothes are supplies, though, and a mass of draconian cum inside him that would make movement even rougher…there were a lot of risks to someone in his state out here, and there chances were good that he could meet a bad result…
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“Heavens above and hells below!”
Noris, however, was no stranger to getting good results, grinning widely as his client nearly fell over himself over the three vials of viscous fluid that had been presented to him. The wizard was practically drooling, and small wonder - this was a bonanza that exceeded his wildest expectations. “You…th-this is…incredible! The potent magic power, I can FEEL it! This would advance my studies three years in a day!”
“Well, it can all be yours, for the right price…”
“Simply name it! I’ll find a way to make it happen!”
It had not been a trivial sum, but a wizard with enough motivation could find ways to make it happen indeed. So Noris had left with enough to keep himself nice and comfortable for a good long while…and that had hardly been the sum total of what Sazorias had left in him, and he was certain there were a few other clients who would love to get their hands on some black draconian essence.
Not everyone had found their niche, but Noris certainly had.
Sazorias had intended to break him, but he might have revised his expectations if he had known what Noris had gotten himself into before. The first time had been merely an accident, an unexpected return while he was scouring a gryphon den had seen him mounted and ravaged, and pumped so full of cum that he thought he might explode. THAT had been a moment where he’d broken mildly - enough that he had pretty much surrendered the notion of sanctity of his body, turned to someone who saw it as a tool for others to use to their delight. But, he HAD been looking for something of a gryphon that he could bring to a client, so he had at least managed to find a way to contain some of the fluid that had been left in him, hoping that it would be satisfactory.
It had turned out to be far MORE than satisfactory. And that had been the day that Noris had learned that semen was the MOST magically potent bodily fluid that a magic creature possessed, many times over more effective for spellcrafting than the usual detritus or most other fluids, even edging out blood. But it was also one of the hardest to get - one couldn’t just use any orifice to collect, trying to swallow and then ‘reproduce’ would badly contaminate it, as was any sample acquired anally. On the other hand, there was ONE passage which could hold it effectively, and might even have mildly enhanced the potency…one which extremely few scavengers had, as it was exceedingly rare to see a woman in this line of work.
Walking out with more pay than he’d even asked for, it hadn’t taken much for Noris to think of the plan. He had a way of getting much more lucrative components than most others. He had the natural tendency for his type to receive that sort of ‘punishment’ for a transgression. He had just enough mental break to see his body as a tool, something to be open and accepting of what people wanted to do to him - but a tool that could be used as much to his benefit as anyone else’s if he played it right. Which was why he had stashed away some extra special supplies not far away from Sazorias’s den, with vials to collect the fluid, and a plug in case he needed to hold some back…the black dragon trapping it inside of his own volition was an unexpected boon, giving him ample time to collect himself and collect his prize.
It wasn’t something he advertised - if he got the reputation that he was inviting it deliberately, it would dissuade the ‘rapes’ and encourage perhaps more unpleasant responses from those who he intruded on - but it was something that got him pushing the boundaries just a little bit more than most would, giving his targets a chance to ‘punish him’ - and thereby give him more than they ever expected to. The other plus was that Noris could definitely move on and leave them be afterwards - for what he was getting out of them, the lack of his further intrusion was more than a fair trade.
And he was getting especially much out of this one, as he idly rubbed his belly - there wasn’t much to feel in there yet, but the slight firmness from within was promising. Sazorias’s threat had been much less of one than he thought - Noris knew that gestating a dragon or draconian egg wasn’t an easy task for a human, but he had the resources now to do so successfully. Making sure he waited out the plug to dissolve naturally, by which point he was essentially guaranteed to be knocked up, had only whet his anticipation…a draconian egg would have been massively coveted by many, many clients, he was sure, and probably well beyond his usual clientele - how many kings would have wanted a dragon or draconian they could raise to be a guardian for their castle? But Sazorias was the first to actually try to breed him, and now he had a chance to prove that he really could handle it…and if he could, this first one was one he was going to keep. To raise as his own child, someone to have in his life, who could eventually help him travel around, help protect him to a degree, to bond with closely…maybe even to let rule over him from time to time. And after the first, it might even be easier…getting bred like this, it was almost certain that dragons, at least, would be able to breed him effortlessly…he wasn’t sure about anyone else, but the magic that Sazorias had induced would be compatible with dragons for sure. Which meant that his ‘special gig’ had a decent chance of being just as viable as his eggs would be…
All that for the future, though. In the present, he was flush with cash, and feeling the call of his loins - being knocked up hadn’t made him any less horny, it seemed, might even have amplified it. And while he doubted much was going to compare to those wild times his targets made him their ‘victim’, he had little doubt he could talk a few studly beastmen into going to town on him to their heart’s content. For some, the idea of having been permanently rendered looser like that might have seemed a dismal fate…for Noris, all it was was a perk of the job, one he wouldn’t ever have regrets about.