Taming of the Dragons (Stream Story)
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Taming of the Dragons
For Sanmer
By Draconicon
Eventually, he would come. And Vinlus felt that he was ready for the Dragonborn when he did.
Of course, he knew that other dragons had been ready, or assumed themselves so. The Dragonborn had dealt with them as handily as a bandit, and Vinlus was determined not to make the same mistake. He readied the magics of his ancestors, and searched through the old memories of all combinations of Shouts and powers. He exercised, shaking the age and the time spent asleep from his bones, ensuring that he was strong enough to outlast as well as outfight the Dragonborn.
When the Argonian came to the foot of his mountain, calling out to his cave, Vinlus felt that he was ready, and stepped forth without fear.
The Dragonborn seemed puny, to the dragon's eye. Standing between two rocks a hundred feet away, he was a perfect target for fire, yet Vinlus did not release it. The Argonian could not be more than a fraction of the dragon's forty foot length, yet he stood with confidence and power, not even a weapon brought to bear.
"Mortal. Step forward, if your wish be to die."
"I won't be dying today. And neither will you; Tamer-of-Dragons will prove his name once more."
"You plan to tame me? Not even the shouts of Miraak could break my will. Not in the past, and not now. You have nothing by which to defeat me."
He took a step forward, shaking the ground around him, the entire world a toy to be used or broken at the dragon's whim. That was the power of his species, a power that the Argonian beneath him disrespected.
"Everything you have done is a reason to destroy you. Dragons taken, dens desecrated. There is no reason to spare you, yet I offer you the chance. Step away, and leave me, and you will retain your life a while longer."
"I don't fear you. Come, and let us see if you will be tamed, or I will be destroyed."
"If you wish to forfeit your life, then so be it."
His training had gained him much in the way of speed and power, and he leaped forward with all the strength of a falling avalanche. Vinlus had the pleasure of seeing the Argonian go wide-eyed and fearful before he jumped away, scarcely avoiding the dragon as he came down with a crashing smash, destroying the standing stones.
Sweeping his tail across the ground, the dragon swept the snow aside in a powerful wave, sending it flying like a blizzard towards the Dragonborn. The Argonian was pinned, but not for long. Before the dragon could pull his fire to bear, his opponent leaped free of the snow and ducked behind a tree, one of the thick ironwoods that he had never managed to burn down completely. Vinlus sniffed, growling his displeasure.
"Fight me, Argonian. You have forfeited your right to life; do not prolong this battle any further than it needs to be."
"You're a lot stronger than your friends."
"I have trained myself. You will not find me so easy a conquest."
"Won't I?"
Tamer-of-Dragons - a more infuriating name, Vinlus could not contemplate - looked around the trunk, and then Shouted. The word was not one that he knew, and he braced himself as the wave of sound washed over him.
When nothing happened, he smiled.
"As I have trained, so should you. The language of the Dovah is not for you to speak."
"Heh, come after me, then. Teach me."
Vinlus glared towards the trees, and leaned his head back. The words of the ancient language burned in his mind, and he Shouted in turn. The sky turned dark and lightning began to crackle in the skies above.
"Run as you will, mortal. You will not escape the wrath of heaven."
"Then I won't run."
Once more, the Argonian poked his head around, and he Shouted. Disregarding the danger, Vinlus strode forward, passing through the wave of sound -
"Ah..."
The dragon paused, feeling a heat that he hadn't felt for hundreds, if not thousands of years. The last time that he had smelled a receptive dragoness, the time that he had quenched his awakened lusts, came rushing back to him as he felt his maleness sliding free of its protective spot. His breath came faster, deeper as he shook his head.
"You...You smear my tongue...with your perversions!"
"I'll be smearing your tongue with much more than that!"
Vinlus roared, but it cut off, cracking and coming apart towards the end. He groaned as his shaft grew harder and harder, sliding out until the full thing was exposed. Such an event hadn't happened once since he had been awakened, and not for years before that during the height of their power. His body's excitement knew no bounds, and his shaft begged for attention.
He managed another step forward, but that was all. He arched his back, grinding his shaft against the snowy ground as his needs overtook him. The burning heat in his body melted the snow, grinding it into nothing more than slush, and then further into water that ran down the slopes. It washed past the ironwood trees, and he had the slightest satisfaction of seeing the Argonian get washed down to another trunk.
This...humiliation...will be paid back tenfold... Vinlus had no intention of letting this go. Not after this 'Tamer-of-Dragons' had done this to so many of his kind already. The others may as well have been killed; they had since retreated to their caves from shame, never to show their face unless their 'tamer' came to see them. Then they acted like dogs, begging for their master's attention.
He will not break me...I will...just finish, and then he will be mine without distraction.
As humiliating as it was, he allowed his body free reign, humping against the ground, dragging his cock through the mud and muck and slime that his copious fluids had created. It was not a hole, but it was something slick and wet, something that he could take pleasure from. He growled, his tongue starting to loll slightly as he picked up his pace, driving himself deeper and further into the mountainside. His shaft dug long furrows as his claws dug into the ground...
Yet he could not cum.
Minutes dragged on, leaving him grinding and rutting the earth with a ferocity that any dragoness would appreciate, but there was nothing to finish it with. He panted, growling and ripping through the earth with his frustration, but he could not cum.
"What is this? What did you do to me, mortal?!"
"That first shout. It sealed your pleasures. You will not finish, save by my will."
"You!"
He gathered himself to leap, and he almost did. A sudden twinge in his groin, a greater need, left him leaping a far shorter distance than he wished. He collided with a tree, his shaft sliding beneath it and between the roots. Instantly, the tight grip had him grinding and thrusting, humping into the makeshift hole with abandon. The great dragon couldn't even lift himself off of the ground, nor release the ironwood; it was too pleasurable a sensation.
Slowly, the Argonian walked over to him, and Vinlus glared down at him. He could do no more; he could not swipe without falling over, nor stop his thrusts. He could not stop his tongue from lolling out, nor his drool from falling to the mountainside. A beast he appeared, and he knew it. It did not excuse the mortal's smirk.
"I believe that I've beaten you, Vinlus."
"You have not...not until I destroy you...or you me."
"I don't do that, you know. My preference -"
"You will not tame me! Lust will not break me."
"It never breaks anyone. Pleasure, on the other hand..."
Vinlus' eyes went wide just as Tamer-of-Dragons let out one final Shout. It washed over him, and with it came all the pleasure that he had been denied. His hips twitched as they stopped their thrusting, and the ground exploded with the force of a geyser as he came, forced over the edge by the power of his own language. The ironwood began to topple, and Vinlus stretched out his hand -
Again the word came, and again the dragon was paralyzed by the pleasure of his release. His shaft remained tangled in the roots of the tree, swelling within them as he released his seed all over the forest floor. He rolled onto his side, panting heavily as he continued spurting for nearly a minute before it finally died down again. The dragon groaned, straining to roll back to all fours -
Once more, and he collapsed, rolling onto his back as his hips twitched in pleasure and pain, delivering yet another blast of his seed. This time, the musky fluids splashed down over his face, drenching him from head to belly, and leaving him gasping for breath. A twitch of his shaft brought the ironwood tree down on him, as well, keeping him half-pinned under the weight of the great trunk.
As he laid there in his humiliation, the Argonian walked over to him. The damnable mortal even rested his hand on the dragon's flank, chuckling to himself.
"Well, it seems that you can be broken. The question is, Vinlus, are you broken enough, or do you need even more?"
The dragon panted for breath, still recovering from the first blast of pleasure, let alone the other two that came after it. The roots of the tree felt like a ring of denial around his shaft, leaving it burning from the pressure of release forced past it, and the weight of the tree was enough that it was moderately difficult to catch his breath. Even if he could get out of the whole mess, he doubted that he could get free completely before the lust was brought on him again.
Not that he would need that; with the orgasms, he had a small relief, but he could already feel it building up again, intense and powerful. It was exhaustion and weight that kept him from humping the tree again, nothing else.
Vinlus grumbled as he turned to look down his body at the Dragonborn.
"Fine. I...submit."
"Ah ah ah, that's not what I'm looking for."
Tamer-of-Dragons grunted as he pulled himself up by the tree branches, dragging himself onto the dragon's belly. He walked up and up and up until they were standing face to face, the Argonian's feet on his neck.
"I want to hear you say it. That you are broken. That I tamed you. You tell me that, and I'll give you a moment to get up. You don't, and I'll start Shouting again."
"..."
The Argonian started to take a breath, and Vinlus groaned.
"I am broken...You...tamed me..."
"Good. Now, let's get that tree off of you, so we can use you properly. I've always wanted to see a dragon suck his own cock..."
Damn you, he thought, even as his shaft twitched at the idea of it. I am not going to do that!
Even though he had a horrible feeling that he would.
The End