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Raak leaned up against a jut of rock and surveyed the woods as darkness roosted in the sky. He drew in a long breath, tasting the pine on the air, then exhaled with a smile. It was time. He pushed off the rock and slipped his clothes off, a breeze nuzzling his brown fur as he exposed it to the cool night.

Once he dropped his underwear on top of the pile of clothes, he unfurled his wings, extending them as far as they would flex. He closed his eyes. Some time ago, this moment would terrify him, the space of time shorter than a breath where his power awoke and stirred. Now, it was a dark promise of devious ambitions and satisfaction. Adrenaline buzzed through his veins.

The slick warmth of the liquid latex flowed up the length of his spine, and oozed outward across his back with teasing inevitability. A sigh of delight escaped his muzzle. It tingled as it travelled up his neck to the top of his skull, where its path was punctuated by unfolding frills, their membranes webbed by viscous latex. Violet markings like arcane claw rends throbbed on his neck and shoulder blades, soon similar designs would brand other regions of his form.

It trailed down his tail, frills materializing in its wake, then wound around its girth. It sprawled across his ass, accentuating his round rump cheeks in its sleek layer before extending its tendrils between his thighs. His breath came in rapid bursts as it spread itself over his balls, cupping them in its cloying liquid, slithering higher, fingering in his sheath and coiling around his hidden cock.

His heart pounded in his chest, arousal laced with power crashing through his body like waves against a cliff face, eroding his inhibitions like water erodes stone.

Through half open eyes, Raak watched the liquid latex, black as tar, crawl up from the hem of his wing membrane. Every inch claimed was a representation of every darkest desire unshackled. He braced against the jutting rock and flashed his elongating fangs in a grin as his power continued to coat every inch of him.

Every muscle was emphasized by its glossy contouring, Raak flexed each muscle group in turn against the snug cocoon of the latex, his grin widening. He desire to dominate, control, and corrupt was exaggerated more and more, where once it was a spark it was now a blaze which could turn the forest before him to ash.

The question was, who would bear the brunt of his darkest needs tonight?

***

This may have been a mistake. Thought the dragon.

The hiking trail he took was quiet save for the soft crunch of pine needles under his boots, the clanking of his canteen against a metal clasp on his backpack, and the furious pounding of his heart in his ears. He aimed his flashlight forward, not daring to look to either side of him. All that could be seen there anyway were static lanky pines flanking him, with a web of darkness strung between each trunk, filling in the spaces with pure night.

What the hell am I doing?

He tried to swallow, but his throat was too dry. His stomach felt like he had eaten a hornets nest, and the tempo of his heart could be on par with the drums in a thrash metal riff. Still he padded onward, some compelling voice in his mind whispering encouragement. Keep going, Adromec. Keep going.

From what the map in the deserted parking lot indicated, this route was the most direct into the depths of the woods. In other words, the most direct into his domain. There was no doubt his presence would be noted, and perhaps punished.

You don't know if the stories around him are true. Hell, he might not even exist. Oh no, you definitely want him to exist, otherwise why do you keep taking step after step?

A good twenty minutes on, the trail edged around a lake. He could smell the moisture and see the crescent moon on its still waters through a break in the trees. He examined the trail with his flashlight, then turned it toward the lake, where there was a small open area by its bank. An idyllic spot to make camp.

Or be set upon.

Either way, he decided to head there. He flicked off the flash light, unhooked the backpack's waist straps, and hefted it off his back, setting it on the very slightly sodden ground. He took a few moments to admire the lake and stretch.

"What gifts the night treats me with."

The voice sent a bolt of fear barrelling through him before he span around. His breath caught in his throat and his eyes widened.

"Who--"

The silhouette of the voice's owner stepped into the misty moonlight from the blackness, like he had manifested from it. An imposing bat, naked, his entire form slick in a seamless snug layer of latex flesh which the moonlight bathed in an ethereal glow. Violet markings seemed to throb from their placements on his neck and the upper edges of his pecs, as well as around his exposed sheath and balls. Adromec focused on that detail for longer than he intended. Fangs glinted underneath a pair of red eyes.

"Y-you are him. You're Raak."

"Interesting," Raak flexed his wings, displaying the full extent of his being. "You came here with knowledge of me."

Adromec didn't respond right away, he was too captivated by those wings. He absorbed every aspect of them, their size, their sheer oily membrane, their shine, their sharp hem curves and elongated spines. Most of all, it was simply their presence that mesmerized him. Being awe stricken made him forget, for just an instant, how terrified he was.

They are gorgeous.

Raak folded them to rest with another flesh of his fangs in a grin.

"So tell me, why are you here?"

Adromec swallowed.

"I, uh, wanted - W-wanted to see if - if you were real."

"As you can see," Raak backed up a little and leaned into a nearby tree, his fangs seeming to shine. "I am."

You idiot. This is your chance, leave your stuff and run.

To the right of his peripheral vision there was the expanse of water, the left presented only darkness and trees. Though, that darkness was nothing quite compared to the blackness of the sleek bat dominating the centre of his sight.

Why aren't you running?

His maw was dry and his veins flushed with a new flood of adrenaline, yet he made no move. He just kept staring at Raak.

"So tell me, how do you know about me?"

"They - people, they tell stories. About you."

"Oh yeah? What kinds of stories?"

"S-stories like, like."

Get your shit together Adromec. He took in a shaky inhale.

"They talk about Raak - you, a winged soul of the night, wreathed in darkness."

Raak smirked.

"What do they say I do?"

"That you claim and corrupt victims."

Raak unfurled his wings again, their span enough to blot out the space between two trees, an effect on par with night's ability.

"Oh they make me sound very menacing and devious."

"Y-yeah."

"What do you think?"

_ I want to run, but I also_ really want to touch your shiny dark body.

"I don't know."

"I think you do. If you wanted to just simply see me, well, you would have run satisfied, wouldn't you? You can come over here, don't be afraid, I'm not planning anything devious."

His rational mind proclaimed how foolish he'd have to be accept such an invitation. Yet Adromec ran his eyes over the slick latex contoured definition of the bat's muscles, unable to stop his eyes from tracing the abdominals, then lower to the large protruding sheath and heavy balls, and ending with the thick tail. Then there were those magnificent wings, which had a relentless pull on his attention.

_ When are you going to get the chance to feel something like this again? Just a touch, maybe he will let me stroke his muscles and wings a bit, then I can go. He looks scary as all hell, but can't judge a book, right?_

Adromec approached. His eyes continued to admire Raak, his focus flicking from those steady red eyes, to the vibrant purple markings, to his mounds of toned muscle, to the way the moonlight slid across the bat's oily slick flesh.

No, no, no. Stop, turn around, and run. Even if you have to swim through the lake.

Adromec was three steps away from the awaiting Raak.

I can't just look. I need to touch him.

Two steps.

He's fascinating and so glossy looking.

One step.

He's got such a stud body.

"Hello there." Raak purred, his wings still extended.

"Hey." Adromec whispered, trying not to sound meek but failing.

This close, the bat seemed to loom over him, an effected enhanced by the sheer size of his wings. Raak stood a full foot and a half taller; Adromec's scaled muzzle was at his neck level. There was a profound intensity emanating from the big bat, a gravitas of power intermingled with a dominant will Adromec felt dwarfed by. Being this close also allowed him to better appreciate the smooth, glossy latex layering, perfect in its slick consistency.

"Your scales are a cute cream hue. Quite a contrast to myself." Raak said.

Adromec nodded. Raak chuckled.

"Go ahead."

With another swallow, Adromec extended his arm and laid his paw on Raak"s chest, between his pecs. He sighed, a soft half smile spreading across his maw.

"It's warm - I mean, you're warm."

Raak drew Adromec into fierce eye contact, the bat's reds boring into his greens.

"Keep going."

Adromec caressed across the bat's solid pecs, letting his scales absorb the warmth and confirming the feel of the sleek latex coating did indeed match what merely looking at it promised. His breathing turned slow and relaxed. Raak didn't allow their eye contact to falter, but he did bend his wing arms, priming his wings with an inward curve.

He revealed his fangs again, two longer rapier sharp teeth in particular stood out from the rest. Adromec opened his maw to say something, but a weak puff of air was all that escaped.

Fuck.

"You're mine."

In a masterful onslaught of his glossy wings, Raak enveloped Adromec. The dragon had no chance to do anything other than gasp as he was plunged into sudden snug blackness. He writhed and squirmed up against the bat's chest and abs, panting in panic, the stroke of smooth latex caressing him from near every angle. A pair of red eyes, like baleful moons in the purest darkness he had ever known, gazed at him.

"Poor dragon, has the menacing deviant bat snared you in his trap? Perhaps what they say about me is true. Shh now, let me free you from the tyranny of your own inhibitions and fear." Raak crooned.

What the fuck is he going to do to me?!

Waves and waves of raw terror writhed through Adromec, his own muscles bolstered in a state of action to flee, yet his strength was pitiful in comparison to the winged darkness who gripped him so tight. His breath was near hyperventilation, his mind in an electric storm of fear, his heart punched against his chest, faster and faster.

Raak leaned his head down to the nape of Adromec's neck, and delivered a meticulous slow lick there. The big bat's hot calm breath dried the saliva with a sigh. Then came the bite. Raak sunk his elongated fangs in, piercing the dragon's fine scales with little effort. Adromec parted his jaws and worked them in silence. The pain was a swift pinch, which gave way to a slither of heat coursing through the veins in his neck.

Adromec closed his eyes, the warmth travelling inside his blood spreading and conquering his body from within, an all-encompassing heat akin to the heat within Raak's unrelenting wing hold. The voice that had screamed at him to run and escape was getting quieter and quieter, his muscles grew slack, and his struggling and writhing became weakened, idle, a front more than an actual method to escape. That body rocking terror was dampening. His will to resist was eroding.

Paralysing venom?

No, not eroding, getting overwritten and substituted. A subtle overlay of arousal swam through him, dominating his senses and emotions, keeping his heart rapid, his breath ragged, and repurposing his adrenaline. Behind the material of his hiking shorts, his draconic cock eased out his sheath.

_ You might be able to still escape--_

_ He's so powerful._

_ They say he corrupts--_

_ I want to stay._

_ Try to flee--_

_ That would be--_

_ Unsatisfying._

Where he was, what he was doing, what danger he was in, it seemed secondary. What mattered was spending the rest of this night with this winged darkness, a want that swelled in tandem with the ever heightening arousal.

He's so... male_._

He leaned into Raak, pressing up against those ripples of muscles, and took a deep inhale of his potent musky scent. The black bat retracted his fangs and cleaned their points with his long tongue.

"Well, well, well. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you came to these woods perhaps hoping for the stories to be true. My venom has worked wonderfully fast on you. Tell me, what is said of how I corrupt?"

"You make your prey submissive, then have them worship and pleasure you."

"Ahh. What do you think of yourself in that position, my prey?"

Adromec let out a breathy whimper and pressed into the bat's firm slick form harder.

"I think I've never wanted anything more. If an ounce of your seed remains in your balls by sunrise instead of on or in me, then I am unworthy as your prey."

Raak's fangs glinted as he tightened his wing fold like a boa constrictor tightened its body around its catch.

There was a thick firmness pressing against the front of his hiking shorts, and even through the slightly suffocating restriction of Raak's wings, his breathing panted out in excited quiet moans. He rolled his hips, grinding his swelling cock against the diamond hard presence there.

"This is no good. My wings are the only thing allowed to constrict you. Why don't you drop those pants, hmm?" Raak said.

With that instruction, Adromec did so, unbuttoning the waistband and unzipping. He slid his pants down his legs, his underwear caught with them, releasing his curving hard draconic shaft. Hot firm flesh met hot firm flesh, his ridge studded inches stroking against Raak's seamless slick cock. He trailed a paw down the oily muscles, having a destination in mind not stopping him from enjoying the journey, and took a gentle grip around their shafts. As much as he could anyway, their combined girth was more than he could hold.

Gods, his cock. I have to be his fuck toy.

Adromec lifted his muzzle, looking into the bat's red eyes as he curled his other paw around their grinding cocks. He angled their inches up so the clefts in their tips rubbed together, then formed a funnel around their throbbing sizes with both his paws. Drools of pre provided lube for their frotting, both of them rolling and thrusting their hips.

"Am - am I serving you well?"

"Yeeeesssss." Raak hissed.

Adromec panted with rolling shudders. The enveloping heat and darkness of the wings, the possessive squeeze of their grip, his waning breath, the internal and external heat, the potent musk, the delicious thick cock grinding against his own, the bat's squirming muscles under the layer of sleekness against his chest, the dominant approval from Raak, all of it provoked an already overwhelming arousal into an intoxicating frenzy. Then as if to provoke it further, Raak pressed the tip of his tapered muzzle to his and drew him into a deep firm kiss. As soon as Adromec parted his maw the bat's tongue wound around his, invading and dominating inside his maw as the venom had dominated his resistance.

All too soon, the threat of orgasm swirled as hot pressure in his groin, his cock swelling a little firmer, his ridges thickening. Panting moans billowed out his nostrils, quicker and quicker in their passionate kissing. Raak picked up on these warning signs. He broke the kiss.

"No you don't, not yet."

Adromec let out a stifled whimper.

"Please, it doesn't matter if I come, I can keep pleasuring you. Please, let me keep serving you."

Please. Please, oh gods please.

Raak grinned.

"You will keep serving me, with your tailring. How does that sound my little slut?"

Adromec nodded and nodded.

"Yes, yes, oh gods yes. My ass is yours, please. Claim me as your slut."

Without loosening his wing grip, Raak rotated them, swapping their places so the cream dragon was up against the tree. The black bat brushed his lips across his dragon slut's ear.

"Turn around."

Adromec found simply moving turning that little bit in the bat's encompassing wing fold quite a challenge. His muzzle brushed across the membrane of an oily wing, he kissed as he struggled around, leaving a trail of his saliva, while lower below his cock left a trail of his pre on the slick surface. The latex scent cloyed his nostrils as the extreme close proximity to his muzzle never let up, so close in fact his breathing was hindered. It didn't concern him, what mattered was serving the Raak. Once fully turned, he snaked his tail around Raak's waist, and braced himself against the wings and the shape of the tree, presenting himself in the darkness.

"Good." Raak purred.

Adromec buried his muzzle into the wings and sighed as Raak slid his slick cock between his rump cheeks, the latex coating a wonderful companion to the hotdogging. A warm ooze of pre slithered between his ass cheeks, he could feel its drooling warmth tickle his awaiting pucker. A quiver went through his legs.

Raak prodded his thick tip against his prey's pre wetted tailring, savouring how his dragon slut's pucker squirmed, how he shivered and how he whined, a pathetic sound made barely audible by his wing constriction. He leaned his hips forward, spreading his subservient pray around his initial inches. Another series of whines and whimpers. Raak chuckled.

"Poor little dragon. Is the big mean bat withholding his big cock?"

Adromec pressed his ass back, spearing himself further on the Raak's length.

"Oh you are such a slut."

Raak grinned and shunted his hips forward, plunging his slick throbbing cock to the hilt, his sheath nestled under the dragon slut's tailbase. He hissed and held his head to the sky. What a well suited ass his prey had.

Adromec gasped and cried out, the force of the big black bat's thrust pushed him hard against the wing obscured tree. If Raak's magnificent cock had been without that glorious sleek coating of latex and pre, no doubt the abrupt penetration would have his tailring stinging. As it was, there was only the shockwaves of pleasure pulsating from his contracting tight inner walls. His own cock throbbed between his legs in time with his heartbeat, his cumslit dragging against the oily wing membrane.

Raak pulled his hips back, withdrawing his inches until his tip threatened to slip from the clamping dragon ring. The empty sensation caused Adromec to whine against the stifling wings, his hot ragged breath cloying his face. Then a generous thrust returned the fullness, gifted alongside a tighter contraction of the wings. His cock jumped, a slimy drool of his draconic pre running down Raak's wing. Likewise, the black bat left wet layers of his pre over the draconic fleshy inner walls as he repeated this process again and again, adding a bit of speed every time.

A snug warmth slithered across his ass cheeks and crawled up his lower back. Adromec had no idea what it was, he simply rubbed his muzzle against Raak's wings, kissing, licking, savouring the slick stud fucking him. Wet slaps of fierce scaled-dragon-ass-to-latex-bat-groin contact sounded out every second, punctuated by his muted moans, and Raak's grunts and hisses of approval. Each powerful thrust ground his painfully hard cock against the wings he worshipped.

"Ready to be claimed?" Raak growled.

"Yes, oh gods please, fuck yes, claim me, make me yours."

Raak's already jackhammer like thrusts intensified, making his own cock rub harder and faster at the wings. The familiar hot pressure swirled behind the base of his flesh, this time erupting instead of bubbling to a fever pitch, near blacking him out in the process. What little breath he had caught in his throat. His cock flexed against the wing, jumping as rope after rope of pearl white draconic cum launched from his cumslit, splattering the latex membrane. His fleshy inner walls contracted and rippled with each spasm of his orgasm.

Behind him, Raak hilted himself with a hiss that must have bounded between the trees and carried on for miles. Hot slathers of seed painted his tailvent walls, he could actually feel their impact inside of him, wave after wave, the bat's cock jerking with every shot. The sensation of fullness before had been a poor imitation for the fullness he felt now.

"Now you are truly mine."

As their climaxes eased off, it took the last reserves of his strength to not immediately collapse. Raak kept his wing embrace tight, his cock buried as deep as possible. Adromec squeezed his used tailhole around those thick inches, and then he swooned, his head spinning. A smile spread across his maw, and then, another kind of darkness took him.

***

Adromec awoke just as sunrise began. He squinted and rubbed the side of his head. A dull background throb beat at the back of his skull. He detected a similar tender throb up his tailhole too.

I passed out. He fucked me until I literally passed out.

He chuckled to himself and sat up, squinting into the orange light of the new day. The lake and flanking woods were a beautiful, calming sight; he relished them while absorbing all that had happened last night.

A night servicing that stud, this is an experience I won't forget.

He frowned into the cresting sunrise.

I said I would make sure not an ounce of his cum remained in his balls by sunrise.

Surely he had done as he had said, right? With how much Raak had pumped into him, the evidence would suggest so, but, how could he make sure he had served to the best of his ability? How could he make sure Raak was entirely sated?

A tiny jolt of arousal flushed through him.

"There is no way a single night is enough for me to serve my best." He said to the lake. Something had altered in him. Did the venom linger in his veins? He didn't think so. All he did know was he had to prove to the sleek stud that having this dragon as his submissive slut, he would always be satisfied. That he would never allow for his balls to be heavy by sunrise.

Naked from the waist down, Adromec fished into his backpack, grabbed a canteen of water and some granola bars, and sat drinking and munching. He smiled, and waited for the darkness to come and hunt for him again.