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"I will ask you just once more," Ronam said, "and you are?"

Leonard couldn't reply. His mind was buzzing. Here, in this cave, lived a dragon. Not just a concept, but an actual, flesh and blood dragon. The legends spoke the truth, and he alone never believed them. Did this make him a fool, he wondered. No, this didn't prove anything. This man, Ronam, could just be a water lizard. Whoever heard of a monstrous, fire-breathing dragon living in water? The cat smirked, regaining confidence.

"My name is Leonard of the Panther Tribe," he replied. "Your beast-"

"Pet," Ronam corrected calmly.

"Your pet had been causing a lot of problems for the panther tribe."

"Had he been?" Ronam asked, raising a scaled eyebrow, not in surprise but in suspicion. "What sort of things had he done?"

"The chieftains have told stories of how, for many years, a beast has terrorized my people," he began. He felt it unnecessary to mention anything about a dragon. "Destroying crops, killing villagers, and some say even destroying buildings. It even... attacked me last night."

"And just where is this tribe of yours?" Ronam asked, crossing his arms.

"It's roughly a day's journey South of here," Leonard responded, keeping his eyes locked on Ronam's. He refused to be intimidated; however, he began to wonder how many lizards or salamanders had sharp, majestic yellow horns growing from their head.

"Even if Roderick-"

"Roderick?" Leonard snapped back to attention.

"That is... was his name," Ronam growled. "Even if Roderick had done those things, I would have known. I didn't let him go farther than two miles in any direction from this cave without being with him."

"So tell me, Ronam," Leonard said, a bit taken aback by the growl, "If your pet wouldn't do those things, why did it attack me? What's been happening to my village?"

"He attacked you because he guarded the area," Ronam replied. "As for what's happening to your village, I neither know nor care."

"I came here for answers!" Leonard shouted, the sound echoing through the cave as he unsheathed his sword. "And I intend to get them, you fucking lizard!"

Leonard rushed forward without another word, grasping the hilt of his sword with both hands, eyes clenched shut. A yell erupted through the cave as the upheld sword swung from overhead, toward Ronan's shoulder. If this reptile wouldn't talk willingly, he'd be forced. The sword hit hard.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Ronan's voice came smoothly, filling the silence after Leonard's yell.

The warrior opened his eyes, expecting to see blood; however, the sight in front of him sent a chill down his spine. Rather than being cut in any way, Ronam instead held the blade in his palm, edge against his flesh and fingers wrapped over the top. Leonard yanked backward, but to no avail- he couldn't budge the sword from the strong grip. Ronam tilted his wrist to the left and, in one quick motion, the blade snapped. The cat's eyes widened in disbelief.

"First of all, I am not a lizard. I am a dragon heralding from a proud clan of water-dwellers," he said coldly with furious eyes. "Second, you won't get the answers you desire if you kill who you're asking. Finally, you are the rudest son of a bitch I've ever had the displeasure to deal with."

A hard backhand to the face sent Leonard to the ground. The force behind the slap was nothing short of incredible. So much so that, upon hitting the stone below, Leonard had blacked out.

---

"Ugh... my head," Leonard said, sitting up with a hand on his forehead. His eyes widened, recalling the prior events and instinctively reaching for his sword. It was nowhere to be found. "Damn, I forgot."

He found himself laying upon the hide of a deer in an unfamiliar portion of the cave. Whereas the area from before echoed the sound of flowing water, nothing resounded here save for the occasional drip from above. No pools of water shone about, no light filtered in. Only the illumination of two torches lit the room, which Leonard made out as much smaller than the main entrance.

"Hello?" he called out. Only the reverberation of his voice called back to him. Shortly after, the sound of footsteps cut through the quiet darkness.

"You're awake," Ronam's voice echoed. "Good, I thought I'd killed you."

"Maybe you should have," Leonard said angrily. "Where am I?"

Ronam came into the dimly lit room holding a glass of water in one hand and cracked plate of meat in the other. He sat it down in front of Leonard, the dishware making a couple of clinks against the stone.

"The food's gotten cold. You've been out for a while." A prehensile tail pulled a shabby wooden chair up behind the dragon before he sad down, crossing one leg over the other.

"Answer me," Leonard commanded, though not loudly.

"You're in my pet room," he replied, looking over his claws and wiping a bit of dust from them.

"And I'm here why?"

"That should be obvious," Ronam said. "An eye for an eye, yes?"

"What do you..." Leonard said, pausing as the gravity of the words hit. Sitting in the 'pet room', food and water before him, laying on a hide. Anger welled up within as he grit his teeth. "No. I am not doing this. I am _no one's _pet!"

"It doesn't seem that you have much choice," Ronam smiled coldly. "Don't you remember what I said? It's very easy to make anything weaker than oneself into a pet."

"I'm not weak! I'm the strongest warrior of my tribe!" Leonard bellowed, lunging forward. A hard jerk pulled his neck backward. The attempt to catch himself before hitting the deer hide proved vain upon finding his wrists cuffed together and his neck chained to a wall via a collar around his neck.

"The panther tribe must be on the lower side of weak, then," the dragon smirked. "One hit and the mightiest warrior passes out?"

"Shut up!" Leonard roared. "You have no right to speak to me in such a way!"

Ronam rose slowly from the chair, fists clenched.

"You will never command me again, nor will you speak to me in such a way," he growled. "You're going to have to learn your place, stupid cat.

"My place is with the woman who was promised to me!" he hissed. "Back in my village when I return!"

"Is that what you think?" the dragon replied calmly, sneering. "I'm sorry, but your old life is gone. You will forget your friends, you will forget your village, and you will forget the mate with whom you have apparently never laid with."

"The hell I will! Do you think I'll stay in this room and entertain you as nothing more than a captured animal? You're nothing to me, and I'll be no pet to you!" the hissing cat's ears laid flat against his head, blood boiling. Ronam paused for a moment, thinking. The sneer melted from his elegant face, replaced by a knowing smirk.

"No... I don't expect that," he said, walking closer. He knelt on one knee in front of Leonard, his face inches from the warrior's. Two cold, clawed fingers took hold of his face, forcing it left and right as though being inspected from the side profile. "You're right, I don't think you'd make a good pet at all."

Ronam released Leonard's face, wiping that hand as though it had been soiled by touching him. Without a word, Leonard spit hard into the dragon's face, the saliva hitting between his eyes, sliding down his shimmering blue scales. Ronam calmly wiped it away.

"Yes... instead of a pet, I think you'll make a fine slave," he finished, standing up.

"What are you talking about?" Leonard asked, furrowing his brow.

"You are far to rebellious to ever be a pet," Ronam said, walking out of the room, leaving Leonard alone. Moments later he returned holding some sort of small golden hoop. "So you will be tagged as a slave to me."

"You think just because you put a piercing on me I'll obey you?" Leonard grinned from his kneeling position, looking up defiantly.

"No."

Leonard raised an eyebrow as the dragon shifted the ring between his fingers. What was this guy thinking?

"I could wait until you're tagged to tell you this," Ronam began, "but I believe it would be so much more satisfying to see your struggles to get away after an explanation. You see, I happen to know quite a bit of sorcery. This is no ordinary accessory. It's an enchanted item. Does someone as barbaric as you know what that is?"

"I know what an enchantment is," Leonard replied, uneasy about where this was going.

"Then you know it's an item imbued with magick," Ronam smiled. "At least you're not stupid. This delightfully ornamental ring has quite the nasty little effect on the wearer, you see. Once pierced into a body, it can't be removed unless the individual who performed the piercing does so willingly."

"So?" Leonard smirked. "Like I said, even if it had your name on it, I wouldn't serve you. I'll find a way out of here and back to my vil-"

"Shut up and listen when your master is talking," Ronam growled, continuing on over Leonard. "As I was saying... once pierced, only the individual who originally placed it can remove it. That enchantment goes so far as to prevent the area of and around the ring to be damaged or cut off, nor does it allow him or her to commit suicide to escape the second enchantment placed upon it."

"Second enchantment?" the cat asked, now somewhat worried.

"Of course," Ronam chuckled. "What good would it be just to have a tag on such an unwilling slave? Once the piercing is in place and secured, the wearer must follow every command, every suggestion, every whim of... well, I believe by now you get the idea."

"No!" Leonard exclaimed with wide eyes as heavy thumps from his heart beat against his chest.

"I can," the dragon cooed, walking toward the terrified cat, "and I will."

"Please, don't do this!" he yelled, pulling against the chains that bound him to the wall in an attempt to break free.

"There's the struggling that I wanted to see," Ronam laughed coldly. "Are you scared, kitty?"

"No! I'm not scared!" He continued to struggle against the chains. "Without me, my village will have no savior! There will be sacrifices to whatever is attacking our tribe, and no one will attempt to stop them!"

"None of that matters anymore," Ronam said soothingly before pulling the chain connected to Leonard's collar. The dragon's strength outclassed Leonard's. His back was pulled against the dragon's torso. "From now on, you're only purpose is to serve me."

Ronam's left arm wrapped around Leonard's torso while the other traced down his side. The touch was almost sensual as the coolness of the dragon's scales slid down the warrior's black fur before a rigid claw cut through the bit of hide keeping Leonard's only garment in place.

"Wh-what are you doing?" he asked in shock, his face reddening as his thick sheath and ample balls became washed in cool air.

"Putting it in a place that no man would dare damage, even if the enchantment allowed him to," he smirked, a forked tongue licking over the cat's neck, sending a shudder down his spine. In one quick motion, the dragon clamped the piercing through the skin where testicles met sheath. Leonard roared out in pain from such a sensitive area having the thick piercing shoved through. He would have fallen to the ground if not for the grip of the dragon's arm.

Leonard felt a sudden rush of coolness in every vein, as though the enchantment ran through the blood. His entire body became limp and relaxed for a split second before Ronam removed the arm holding him upright. Stumbling forward, Leonard turned to stare back at the chuckling dragon, mouth open in disbelief of what had just transpired. A seething anger rose in his chest.

"You... you asshole!" he growled, lunging forward with claws extended, not caring if those hard scales would rip them out of the hand they were connected to.

"Stop," Ronam said simply, nonchalantly holding a hand toward Leonard. The panther immediately stopped, putting his hand down.

"I... I can't move," he said, struggling motionlessly.

"You're going to have to learn your place," the dragon said, stepping forward and grabbing the fur atop Leonard's head, yanking it backward. He yelped from the sudden pain, forced to look up at the dark ceiling. "On your knees, and don't speak."

Without hesitation, Leonard gently dropped down, looking up at Ronam.

"You are a slave now. A slave to me," he said, looking down at the once mighty warrior, now merely a cat with tears filling angry eyes. "And as a slave, your purpose is to serve, and serve you shall. Do you understand?"

Leonard's head nodded on its own accord. This can't be happening, he thought, unable to speak, silently urging his body to rise from the floor to no avail.

"Excellent. We will see just how eager you are to please your new master," Roman purred, towering above the kneeling man. Leonard's eyes cut downward, seeing a pointed black nub extend from the dragon's groin. "Lick."

No, he thought. He wouldn't do this; however, the cool rush of magick coursed through his body yet again, moving him onto all fours and crawling forward. The pungent scent of masculinity filled his sensitive nostrils the closer the nub came. Trying to resist was pointless; he knew that by now, but tried with every fiber of his being to do so regardless. The warrior's rough tongue lolled from his mouth, giving the nub a slow, swirling lick, repeating the motion over and over again.

Leonard silently gagged. The flavor was terrible- a combination of sweat, musk, and masculinity. As his tongue swirled around the tip, more of the onyx member emerged from its hiding place, one draconic ridge at a time. Each time a ridge slipped out, Leonard's worry grew. It was massive, and still growing. Whereas the beast from the night before lacked length, Ronam proved himself longer already. Thankfully, the girth seemed less that Roderick's had been, though there was no telling how much cock remained hidden at this point.

"Ah... look what you've done," Ronam smirked, petting Leonard's head much to his disgust. "You've gotten me aroused. A good servant would take care of this for his master. You're a good servant, now aren't you?"

Leonard's head nodded, mouth opening. It was as though Ronam's very thoughts could influence his actions. Leonard clenched his eyes shut to avoid witnessing what was about to take place. His mouth took the head of the dragon's cock, bobbing up and down, covering it with saliva.

"Oh yes... you know just how to please a man," Ronam moaned, taking hold of Leonard's ears and pulling him further onto his dick. The tip hit the back of his throat, causing him to cough. "Too much? Poor dear... but you have to learn to take it all."

All of it? Leonard thought in horror. This thing would choke him to death if it went deeper! That didn't stop Ronam from suddenly thrusting forward with a grunt, blocking off Leonard's air supply. His face flushed and eyes watered as the dragon moaned, the thick cock pulsing in his mouth. The terror of the situation was that not even half of it had disappeared into the cat yet.

"Come on, you've got to do better than that!" Ronam grunted out, putting his hand on the back of Leonard's head and pulling forward steadily. His throat bulged as more and more of that cock stretched his lips, painfully widening his esophagus. Ronam wrapped both arms around Leonard's head, leaning over and pulling out a few inches. Tears streamed down Leonard's face- he knew what shame was coming.

The powerful dragon thrust his hips forward into the cat's waiting throat, pulling back and repeating the motion. Every hump forward planted Ronam deeper and deeper into Leonard's throat, each time causing him to cough out. By now, the dragon raping his mouth moaned out regularly, grunting with each throat-tightening cough of the disgraced tribesman. Leonard's thoughts became fuzzy as the breath he held ran low; however, a familiar feeling below horrified him.

"You seem to be enjoying this," Ronam groaned, looking down to see Leonard's nine inch cock rigidly pointing upward. "Just... ngh... just so you know, kitten, the enchantment has nothing to do with that. Heh... you're a slut, loving every second of this!"

No, Leonard cried out within his mind. He told himself that this was awful, a disgrace to his status as warrior; and yet, he couldn't cause the throbbing to subside. Aching testicles pumped beads of precum out of the slit of his cockhead, pooling atop until it ran down his shaft and onto his fur. It seemed to be getting easier to take Ronam's length, maybe because of the stretch that had occurred; regardless, he wanted it all to end.

"I'm going to cum, slave," Ronam grunted through clenched teeth, humping against Leonard's face ever more quickly. "Take all of my precious seed!"

Ronam roared out, slamming forward. Leonard thought he would black out at the intense stretch causing such pain, though somehow consciousness remained as his face pressed against the dragon's fleshy cock pouch, nose smashed against something hard within. Something else was emerging... something large. Leonard's tear-filled eyes widened as they beheld a massive knot stretch the dragon's sheath open and slip out, locking Ronam's cock outside of his body. It was massive, the size of a grapefruit. Surely Ronam didn't expect Leonard to get that in any orifice of his body.

The cock in Leonard's throat began to spasm before something hot- hotter than anything he'd drink without it cooling- poured directly into his stomach. Leonard couldn't believe the sheer amount of cum being forced into his body. Rather than come spurt after spurt, the loads were close enough together that they seemed to flow as a continuous stream.

"Mmmph!" Leonard groaned as much as he could with about eighteen inches of this dragon meat crammed down his throat, holding his midsection as the burning liquid filled him. He could feel it overfilling the limits of his stomach, causing it to stretch to a painful level. He hoped that it would rupture, killing him to end this misery; unfortunately, as that one morbid thought comforted him, the dragon ripped itself from Leonard's maw in one swift motion. A jet of cum plastered his face, followed by another powerful shot before it trickled down to nothing. His stomach gurgled loudly. He was queasy, wanting to vomit to rid himself of the vile fluid's presence, but he couldn't. Of course not, he thought defeatedly. The command was 'take all of the seed.'

Ronam breathed heavily, his cock standing proudly outside of his body and covered in cum-laden saliva. It twitched regularly as Ronam looked over his slave, still on his knees, with a belly that looked as though he'd eaten an entire elk.

"It will get easier," the dragon said through ragged breaths. "Soon you'll be able to service my cock at a moment's notice, and you'll learn to enjoy it over time."

Leonard's heart skipped a beat. How long would he be here and what depraved things would this man do to him?

"For now, you may sleep," Ronam finished, kicking the plate and glass from earlier away. "You have had your dinner."

The dragon exited the room, extinguishing the torches as he went, leaving Leonard in darkness. The warm cum on his face dripped down his body, cooling quickly and becoming cold. Silently, trying not to think of what his life may become, he laid down on the deer hide laid out for him, feeling sick as cum sloshed within his stomach.

Worst of all, his cock continued to throb as he drifted to sleep.