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The wolf's eyes felt bothered by the bright sunlight as he stared towards the cave's entrance. The entryway was narrow, though only if compared to the great wide space that it opened up to for the cave's center. Inside, dozens of torches adorned the wall burning in a magically enhanced fire that Ferien had never seen go out even once during his many months living in the cave. Big entrances lead to other rooms just as wide and big as the main one in what could not possibly be a natural thing, though Ferien had no idea how it had been built. More magic, no doubt.

Ferien's legs felt tired from standing upright for so long, but coming from a life of being a soldier his body was quite used to it. The wolf stood tall even for his species, displaying a gracious, thick coat of grey fur that was not enough to hide the outline of his muscles. His arms, chest, stomach and legs were chiseled in the kind of muscles one could only adquire through constant training. A lifetime of combat. Yet now, there he was, standing in a dragon's lair, naked and with a big erection.

Ferien's hand reached for his shaft to start stroking it again. He had done it so, so many times now and yet he still felt cheap for doing it. His clawed fingers went up and down the red, throbbing, knotted canine length in a pleasurable way, but the wolf still needed help from his thoughts to keep his erection going in that situation. He played for the hundredth time over his head his time with a particularly busty wolfess in a tavern his squad had stayed in one night during the war. Her soft fur on his hand, her wetness around his cock, her smell, the sounds she made...

It worked. Soon enough, drops of warm pre were running through his stroking fingers again, not too far from blowing his load, and then he stopped, putting his hands back behind his back and standing still. He told himself that he would never even think about cumming in a place like this if it wasn't for the fact that he hadn't been allowed to release for past three weeks. Three weeks and four days. Yes, that was it. He wasn't letting it get to his head, it was just that he was very, very pent up. He had to tell himself that to keep the small shred of dignity he still held on to in his heart. He had to.

With his erection strong and unattended again, Ferien set himself straight to wait once more. The dragon had demanded him to be in full display when he came back from his affairs in the evening when he left that morning many, many hours ago. That, of course, meant that Ferien was supposed to have everything on display, including his cock. Knot and everything. Because of that, Ferien had to keep himself constantly aroused even if he had no idea when the dragon would be back. If he let it go back into his sheath, he wouldn't have time to get himself fully aroused before the dragon came in. It was tortuous, keeping himself hard, stroking himself idly for hours and hours on end, not to mention how much worse his need to finally reach the climax got after so long and all of that torture just to sate the dragon's whim. The dragon knew all of that, of course. It was his intention all along. It was infuriating. But... no. Ferien felt his erection wavering as he went back to thinking how much he hated the dragon, which brought his hand forward to stroke it once more. He could not risk getting punished again. He definitely couldn't.

The sun was getting low in the sky when Ferien's ears finally caught the faint sound of steps coming from outside. The wolf straightened his spine, gave his cock a few last strokes and placed his hands behind his back, holding his head high in full display by the entrance. He should be glad he wouldn't have to keep his endless teasing up anymore, but he was not. Ferien was tense, having to make an effort to keep his ears and tail upright, for having the dragon around was usually much worse than some idle teasing and a sea of chores and boredom.

The dragon finally came into view. His black scales were shimmering in the faint sunlight of the approaching dusk, perfectly clean. In four paws he strode inwards into the cave, always holding his head high with the famous sense of pride these beasts had. Even on all fours, the feral dragon was several inches taller than Ferien, which explained why the cave was so big in the first place. The dragon's paws as broad as his chest and a long, draconic tail tail that could swipe him away with remarkable ease. Verinax was the dragon's name, and as he entered the cave, he did not even look at the wolf, completely ignoring his presence and effort. Ferien growled on the inside, but of course he didn't say or do anything. The dragon walked right past him in heavy steps, going towards the first big entrance into his sleeping quarters.

"Follow, slave," the dragon said without looking back in his deep, rough voice. This time Ferien's ears did fold back. The wolf quickly stepped after the dragon, keeping his head low and praying to every god he knew that the dragon would be in a good mood.

The dragon calmly went to his own bed, which consisted of pretty much a giant sort of cushion in a corner that Ferien also had no idea where it came from. He suspected a regular cushion had been enlarged somehow. Verinax settled himself over it, laying down in a rather gracious manner with his forepaws crossed in front of him. The dragon's tail curled itself around him, too, with the beast's eyes setting down over the wolf for the first time. Finally, Verinax extended a single big hindpaw forward, which caused it to touch the floor, going just over the boundaries of his bed.

"I have had a long day, slave. You can start by cleaning my paws, as always," the dragon stated in his deep voice.

Ferien was expecting that, so the disappointment in his face wasn't as big as it once had been as he stared at the dirt-covered draconic paw, got close to it and kneeled right in front of it. The wolf took a deep breath, steeling himself, then brought his muzzle forward to start licking. Ferien frowned. He could never hold back that frown when the initial taste of dirt and soil hit his tongue, but even though he flinched, he knew better than to stop. He could see the dragon's eyes over him from the corner of his own, observing him.

"Good slave," the dragon commented, curling his claws slightly. "There aren't many wolven settlements left resisting. The council thinks this whole island will finally become a home for dragons in a matter of weeks now," the dragon continued. "We will have a home again and your own species will have the honor of serving us, as they were meant to. Isn't that great, slave?"

Ferien held his growling back as he kept working on cleaning the sole of the dragon's paw. The dragon knew he was a soldier. He knew he was, or at least had been, a patriot. The cursed dragon made a point to tell him these things, how badly the war was going to his kin, only to bother him. Only to break him further. Ferien knew that, but it still bothered him very, very much. He had no choice but choke on his pride amidst the taste of dirt and respond accordingly.

"Yes, master. It's great," the wolf responded, dutifully. It brought a small, deep chuckle from the dragon.

"Very good. What would your old companions do if they saw what a little bitch for dragons you have become?" The dragon teased him further, making Ferien have to close his eyes and focus to keep his rage from boiling. To keep himself from talking back to the dragon and earning himself a very, very cruel sort of punishment. The dragon took his hindpaw away from the wolf's muzzle, but the canine's relief was very short, for he all but switched it for the other one with a fresh coat of dirt for him to lick. Ferien got to it and the first taste made him flinch again.

Some time went on in silence, then, with the dragon always watching him. Watching his eyes tear up from the taste and smell of the degrading job he had to do, watch him try to power through it and force himself to keep licking. Words couldn't describe how much Ferien hated that.

"Is tending to your master's footpaws not pleasing you, slave?" The dragon finally asked after a while. Ferien's eyes moved to meet the beast's. There was a trick there.

"It pleases me greatly, master," the wolf forced himself to answer.

"It does not appear so. A slave's biggest pleasure should be in satisfying his master. Your 'pleasure' appears to be wavering."

Ferien realized what the dragon meant with urgency. It was hard enough to keep an erection with the dragon around and it was even harder while having to lick dirt from his footpaws. Ferien's paw went straight down to his cock, feeling it limping, halfway into going back into his sheath and quickly started stroking again. The dragon seemed satisfied, but for Ferien it made the whole experience even worse. He had to focus on licking, but doing it while jerking off made him feel even dirtier. Like some sort of slut. ...Like a bitch. But what choice did he have?

The dragon kept watching. Watching him lick every inch of his hindpaws while at the same time making himself aroused, then continue licking with that red shaft dangling between his legs and his paw keeping it teased the whole time to avoid letting it get soft. It went on for what felt like hours to the wolf, until finally the dragon's paw retreated. Ferien wanted to spit on the floor to take the lingering taste of earth from his muzzle, but he couldn't even do that. The wolf stood up instead.

"Not so fast, slave. There's something else for you to lick," the dragon said, making Ferien's ears drop once more. Verinax lifted one of his hindpaws, shifting himself a bit so that his underbelly got exposed to the wolf. There, growing from the dragon's slit, the beast's pitch black member was already erect, doubtlessly from watching the wolf degrade himself with his requests. The dragon's shaft matched his size, being as big as the wolf's arm and much thicker. Several levels of ridges adorned its length, as was typical of reptiles, going all the way up to its head to make sure it lodged itself thoroughly into their partners. Ferien was hit with the dragon's musk assaulting his sensitive nose along with the sight of it, which brought a whole new level of dread to him.

"...Yes, master," Ferien said, again having no choice but to get over the dragon's cushion, kneel in front of the dragon's shaft... and start licking as well. The dragon let out a grumble of pleasure as the wolf's tongue started lapping at his length, which in turn quickly throbbed in response, hardening itself yet a little further.

"Very good. You are becoming a great dog to have around. And to think that you refused all of my requests so vehemently the first times," the dragon said, clearly aiming to humiliate the wolf further. Ferien trembled, but he just kept on licking. He knew the dragon's game. He wanted him to be defiant only so he could punish him. ...He would not give in. He was fully aware that he was being forced to go against his own pride, his own incredibly strong impulse to spit on the dragon's muzzle for all he had done to him, but he really had no choice.

"Keep pleasuring yourself as well, slave. Maybe today will be the day I allow you to spill your useless seed on the floor, hmm?"

That made Ferien's ears perk up. It was extremely degrading, of course, like everything the dragon said, but it was the first time in many days that the dragon even mentioned allowing him the pleasure of releasing. The wolf was extremely ashamed, but he had gone down to the point of begging the dragon to allow him to do it, for his need for it was greater than he ever remembered being, but all of those had been thoroughly denied.

Many times had Ferien thought about cumming without the dragon's permission. Doing it while he was away, in a corner. Cleaning up afterwards. He thought about it, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. The first time he had brought himself to climax without permission in the dragon's hold, he had been punished so harshly one would think he had killed a hundred dragon hatchlings by himself. It had been days of agony subjected to the most cruel kinds of magic the dragon could conjure to mess with him, of which no mind could possibly come out the same as before. No. He could never risk going through that again, no matter how much he wanted... how much he NEEDED a release.

"Yes, master. ...Thank you, master," the wolf said and got down to stroking himself once more. It felt even more degrading. He wasn't even into males, yet there he was, kneeling in front of a dragon's cock and lapping at it while stroking himself as if he was enjoying any of it. His balls, however, told a different story. All they knew is that he hadn't released in a long, long time. That his member had been forced to be constantly aroused for long periods of time, edging himself, teasing, playing only to be left alone afterwards. Again, again and again for hours and hours, when all his body wanted was the sweet sensation of a strong orgasm to relieve all the built up tension. All the produced seed. All the pleasure.

Ferien kept licking and licking. The taste of the dragon's musk had already replaced that of dirt in his mouth and it was now all he could taste and smell. Big drops of slimy pre came down from the dragon's tip and Ferien was forced to pick up the salty substance as well, since the dragon's bed couldn't get stained. As time went by, Ferien had to force himself to focus on his thoughts again to keep himself going.

He could picture the tavern again. The winks and small words of flirting that waitress was giving him and how he returned them. A sweet dance of coming and going that led to her whispering in his ear that she knew what room he was staying in. The taste of mead, the sweet buzz it brought to his head. He remembered being in his room, shirtless, when light knocks came to his door. The wolfess jumped right at him, breaking into a kiss, hand going over his chest and leading him to bed barely giving him time to close the door behind her. Her hand moving down to grope his balls through his pants, then feeling the outline of his grown cock over the fabric. Grasping it. Squeezing it...

The smell. Oh, her smell. He could smell her wetness as she threw her clothes away. The nasty smile on her pretty face when she got over him, claws teasing his member, then opening his pants to let his cock flop out in all of its glory. She complimented the size. His knot was already formed, he couldn't help it. She was so hot. Fingers going through his length, then a tongue. The gentle care of a tongue and he was almost bursting even before he twisted her around. Before he got over her, looked down.. And he needed to fuck her so badly.

Ferien blinked. The wolf found himself slouched forward on all fours, muzzle very close to the dragon's cock, but no longer licking. His own hand was over his cock, stroking it, but he slowed it down. He was so close. Oh god, he was so close. His memory had been so vivid, it was like he was there. He was...

Ferien looked up and the dragon was looking at him, smiling. Those big, slitted eyes of him were just changing in color from red back to their usual yellow and it dawned on him. It was the dragon playing with his mind again. The fucking dragon. Disappointment washed over the wolf, reality hitting him back in full strength again. Ferien forced himself to go back to licking, tongue going over the dragon's big shaft once more with urgency, afraid of punishment. The dragon said nothing. But he was so close. SO close...

The hit of reality hadn't been enough. Ferien was so close to his much needed orgasm that his hand was doing nothing but lightly caressing his twitching cock. His claws were soaked in pre. He needed it so badly. The wolf's eyes glanced up at the dragon, who was just staring at him. He hadn't said he could release, but he did say there was a chance. And he'd brought all those images from his head. Just a little further.. If he kept going... Maybe punishment would be worth it. Maybe it would be worth the incredible amount of pleasure he was about to feel. Even if it meant cumming while licking a dragon's cock, like some sex slave. When had he gotten so low? The wolf didn't have time to wonder about that now. He could feel it coming. He was about to finally, finally get his release. After three whole weeks and four days. A hint of a smile opened up in his muzzle, his fingers sped up over his member, increasing his delightful pleasure...

"Stop."

The dragon's words were like a bell ringing on his ears. His claws stopped immediately, gripping his member in a tight grip instead of continuing his stroking. He was still so, so close he thought he might not be able to hold it back. The pleasure was almost there. Almost, almost there, but it didn't come. It stopped. Ferien looked up at the dragon with a look of pure despair.

"Please, master, I j-" the wolf started, his voice weak.

"No." The dragon's tone was stern and heavy, but Ferien noticed a hint of a smile in his muzzle. That's when it all made sense. That was nothing but another one of the dragon's games. Another way the dragon had found to push him to a limit and dare him to disobey. Dare him to be defiant and bring the ultimate punishment over himself once more.

Ferien hated Verinax so much. His grip over his member tightened and the wolf grit his teeth. He wanted that orgasm more than anything. He wanted to defy the damned dragon, do as he pleased, get his pride back. Fight! He wanted it, but the thought of punishment came to his mind right along his desire. Was the dragon really breaking him? Breaking him into a frightened, powerless slave thing? Like he swore that he never would? Ferien cursed himself and all the world along with it in his mind.

Slowly, the wolf's hand let go of his member. He could smell his own musk in the air amidst that of the dragon, but feeling the air around his member was the most disappointing thing. No pleasure, no further stimulation. He could feel his arousal, slowly going down. Retreating, even if his need was nothing but greater after the ordeal. The wolf hung on that edge, so close where all he needed was a few more strokes, and yet he couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to do it. Ferien let out a single, small whimper of pure frustration.

"Good slave," the dragon said, making his humiliation, his fall even worse. He was a good slave, even if that was what he dreaded the most. "You can keep licking, then I'm going to shrink my body to fuck you again. It will be a little bigger than last time, of course. You might get your release while I plant my own seed on you. Or you might not. We will have to see."

Ferien's heart sank. Most nights were like that, but honestly, he found himself almost glad. Some nights were much worse. Maybe that, too, was part of the dragon's games.