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Servant

Part 2

With slow, hesitant steps Mervyn wandered back to the abandoned city, as sinister thoughts rushed through his mind, filled with worry. He was deeply concerned about the fact that he, despite having tried his hardest and best, didn’t manage to succeed with hunting something for the dragon -for his master. He’s in trouble! Kaxir has clearly said that he shan’t dare to return with empty hands. But, the worried about it he was, he had no choice now. He has taken everything he found in the castle, where the dragon told him some gear would lay around. Not only wasn’t there barely any gear, the swords, bows and arrows that were there were totally wrecked. This was an old place, destroyed and abandoned a long time ago, of course the weapons would be all rusty and dirty.

But, even with the best weapons, he wasn’t very talented in hunting in general. His aim with the bow was all over the place, when he somehow got the arrow fly further than 10 yards, and in addition he wasn’t one of the quiet sort either. He couldn’t sneak up on any elk he saw without it running away as soon as he got closer than 5 yards. At some points he was so close! It felt like his sword missed the prey by just like an inch. At some points, he was about to throw that damn thing to the ground in frustration.

It wouldn’t even be so bad to him actually, wouldn’t he feel all so pressured. That dragon is going to be upset with him. Angry, more likely. Raging. Fierce. He’s got a great storm coming. Who knows what terrible things it got for him.

He wandered up the monotone old cobble path to the gate of the old city. Whilst glaring up the old and brittle walls he suddenly got an idea, within his thoughts which were influenced by desperation. He could flee. Just walk away, and don’t ever come back. Leaving his master behind looking for him. But that would be bad move. He would spend the rest of his life being tracked and hunted down by that dragon, if he should live through the attempt. No, he must get in there and face whatever the dragon has coming to him. Any attempts to avoid his punishment would just make it worse. Leading up to that the dragon would become even more furious and just kill him. Right after it tormented him, to its own arouse. What a sick fuck. But he had no choice, he had to return. He ran out of arrows and has scared away all game trying to chase after them. He has to return, go back to Kaxir. The dragon was his master. And he was the servant.

There he was. In front of the big gate, he has already once entered the day before, the first day -and almost the last day- he got here. He never should have come here in the first place. Then he wouldn’t be in this mess. But it was too late now, he has already reached the point of no return.

Remembering how he opened the gate last time he leaned himself onto the great door and painstakingly pushed it open, the gate making a loud squeaking noise. Surely loud enough for the dragon to hear it.

As Mervyn stepped through, after a few moments of hesitation, he carefully examined the place once more, looking for the dragon, who was surely expecting him to return with something, some loot, some score. But he didn’t manage to get anything out there. He anxiously walked around a few steps, holding his sword low in exhaustion from the unsuccessful hunting attempts. The doors falling shut behind him emitted another loud noise, the soundwaves resounding from the large walls and damaged towers surrounding the place.

Looking around he quickly spotted the dragon. It was in the corner where Mervyn has set himself up for a rest the other night. Where the dragon first found him, winded him up in his own rope and did those terrible things to him, sitting on his face and so on.

Kaxir was there comfortably laying on its front, focused into reading in Mervyn’s survival guide he packed with him for the trip. The mighty paw held the little book close to its eyes.

It took a while until the dragon noticed that Mervyn has returned, standing there having a troubled look on his face.

As Kaxir spotted his servant, who did dare to return with empty hands, its face distorted in anger, groaning slightly in annoyance one time. It put the book aside and slowly got up, stretching a few limbs before it moved towards Mervyn, grumpily staring to him as it threateningly approached.

Having the mighty body right in front of him Mervyn was reminded to how powerful the dragon looked. His glare was quickly caught by the muscular structure of the dragon, especially looking over the strong legs and the enormous front’s chest, forgetting his problems for a moment. His astonishment was interrupted as he heard Kaxir growl at him as it continued to approach, baring its teeth. Mervyn’s eyes widened in fear a bit, as he saw the snarled teeth and the threateningly lashing tail get closer to him. The intimidating the dragon looked, he didn’t have the urge to back off from it or anything. He didn’t feel scared off by the massive scaly body approaching him, more like somewhat attracted, embraced by it. Fleeing wasn’t an option anyways, there is no way he could outrun this mighty beast. He failed to catch prey for the dragon, and now he must face the consequences.

Eventually Kaxir was standing right in front Mervyn, looming its enormous and scary looking body to him. He just then, when it was that close to him, just then he realized how small he was compared to the dragon, he was barely as tall a foreleg! It also made him realize how at its mercy he was at this moment, -however somehow it wasn’t a problem to him. His thoughts wandered off that way as he continued to look the scaly body over, blushing slightly from the view onto the well build muscles.

As he heard another growling sound he looked all the way up to the dragon’s head, which was tilted far down to glare at him. Mervyn’s worries returned by the intimidating sight of the many sharp teeth and the enormous maw which would be tall enough to easily swallow him a whole.

‘Mervyn…’ it spoke, calmly but the anger still clearly hearable in its voice. Already, the vibrations of the deep loud voice were enough to send chills down his spine, reminding him how helpless he was... his eyes went even wider. Standing there frozen he anxiously waited for the dragon to proceed.

‘…weren’t you supposed to bring me food?’ it asked, the furious gaze continuing to stare down to him, lurking for a reply.

Before Mervyn got himself to say something, he sighed, and looked down in embarrassment. He couldn’t take making eye contact any longer while explaining his failure to his master, the dragon.

‘I- I’m…I’m sorry…master Kaxir’ he shyly replied before being interrupted, his voice shivering.

‘Oh, so you’re sorry?’ it fearsomely asked. ‘You’re sorry?’

The dragon brought its head down to his height, making him blush a little more by the sight of the dragon’s maw, having seen the big tongue inside it as the dragon spoke. The view made him ignore the furiously frowned face and the eyes lurking at him.

‘I asked you to do one simple task for me, and all you say, after you returned with empty hands, is, you’re ‘sorry’?!’

As the dragon suddenly proceeded to talk Mervyn began to panic a little, starting to breathe somewhat heavy. He didn’t know what to reply, fearing this would anger his master even more.

The dragon stared at him, still expecting him to answer something, explain something in his defense. But he was way too anxious, and intimidated, to be able to think of something which would help him in this situation. A reply which wouldn’t get the dragon even more angry and disappointed of him.

‘ANSWER!’ it suddenly roared right into his terrified looking face, making him flinch and yelp a little from the sudden voice raise. But he still didn’t do anything besides standing there.

‘What a mere disappointment of a servant you are’ it mumbled.

‘On your knees, Mervyn’ it subsequently commanded.

In obedience, and also to avoid what would happen if he should refuse, he slowly got down. He put his sword aside and sank to his knees, additionally putting his hands up in a sign of submission, hoping it would wake mercy in the dragon. From having to yield to this mighty and strong looking dragon he blushed a harder, despite trying to hold himself back as best he could.

As the dragon’s head moved closer inspecting his little body he had his head tilted down, only looking up with his eyes for short moments to see what the dragon was doing, only to glare into its anger-filled yet curious face.

He felt a terrible sort of uneasiness as he anxiously waited for the dragon to do something. But his feelings were mixed. He was a little confused by it himself, but somehow, he felt like he wanted this mighty fine dragon to do something to him. But for now Kaxir did nothing but tilt its head around, looking his body over and making groan-like noises.

One time, as he moved his head up to look, he saw one of the strong forelegs quickly move towards him.

Before he could do anything to break or dodge it he felt the paw grab him by the throat, roughly pushing him over to his back and holding onto the spot it grabbed him subsequently. Mervyn shrieked in pain as he placed his hands on the foreleg, at first trying to get it off, being painfully pressed into the ground. But realizing that pulling didn’t do anything he began to panic. It took him a while to realize what the hell is happening. As he felt his breath restricted he knew what was going on, his master was punishing him by choking him. He closed his eyes midst the misery, hoping that the dragon will eventually let go, not even being able to lift his head up from the floor.

Despite the pain and adrenaline, he somehow didn’t feel all too bad about the strong dragon slightly pressing his throat shut. Still taking heavy breaths from feeling his air being restricted he eventually stopped trying to get the paw off this sensitive spot. As he stopped pushing he felt the grasp gradually tighten, making him open his eyes again. He tried to move his head away, to push himself out from under the foreleg and kept pulling but nothing helped him, making him realize his helpless situation. He was terrified, yet he found some pleasure in the dragon’s paw on his throat.

‘Oh, do you want me to stop?’ the dragon playfully asked, coldly smirking into his in horror distorted face in entertainment. Mervyn didn’t respond, he was too taken up from the tormenting yet exciting feeling of the paw choking him.

The smirk intensified.

‘When I’m done with you, you’ll beg me to kill you!’ it added, again with a playful tone. The words made Mervyn feel a certain kind of excitement.

Right after the dragon let the sentence sink in it rashly tightened the grasp, restricting his breath even more so he barely gets enough air to stay conscious for a certain period of time. Mervyn shrieked again, the panic building up a little, yet not reaching over the feeling of pleasure. He breathed as deep as he could, but even taking the heaviest and slow breaths barely got him air. He felt his head begin to hurt from the lack of air, closing his eyes again. The tormenting it was, it still somehow felt enjoyable to him.

But soon he didn’t even have enough energy to keep pulling in so heavy breaths. His breaths, which were so deep and desperate before, began to decrease. He eventually almost entirely stopped moving.

The dragon loosed the grasp a little, however not removing the paw from his throat. Mervyn heavily panted, finally getting some air again. He opened his eyes widely, which felt a little sore from having them shut so tightly before.

He glared up to the dragon. It still had this seemingly evil, treacherous, smile on its scaly face, as if it knew it got another round coming.

Kaxir waited until Mervyn gained enough air again to last a little longer without it, avoiding that he would be passing out. The dragon preferred him conscious so it could watch the pain in his little eyes.

Just after some seconds Mervyn got to breathe freely the grasp tightened again, this time way stronger than before. His eyes widened in surprise from the sudden pressure. Once again, he ripped around on the foreleg placed on his throat trying to get it off, stopping after a few seconds. Pitifully staring into the dragon’s excited seeming face did not awake any kind of mercy in it. It just kept pressing, almost entirely shutting the air off for him. His head quickly began to hurt again. He felt nothing but panic and adrenaline this time, the pleasure almost being gone -all intended by the dragon to punish him for not having succeeded with hunting something for it.

After another agonizing period of time Kaxir eventually took some pressure away again -but not too much. The paw was still slightly restricting every single one of his heavy breaths. Mervyn continued to stare into the scaly face, hoping that this torment would finally come to an end, but still, deep down, wanting it to press harder at the same time. But the dragon won’t let off him or let him pass out, he will have to face the torture.

It kept choking him, and every time Mervyn was near black out it eased the pressure enough to let him get a little air, before shutting it off and watching his horror again, enjoying every bit of it, being satisfied that he got the punishment he deserved. Mervyn’s feeling constantly switched from pleasure to enjoyment to panic and fear, mixed at the most time. Yet he somehow liked being choked by the muscular looking foreleg and paw after all, not being sure if the dragon could tell by his blush.

After the dragon felt like it had seen enough, it removed the paw from his throat and placed the foreleg on his chest instead, making sure he won’t slip away. The muscular leg being put onto his chest was restricting his breath a little as well, by decreasing the movement of his heavy panting. The spot where the dragon’s paw pressed his throat shut had a visible red mark on it.

Again, he was met by Kaxir’s fearsome eyes, glaring down to him, still having that demanding smirk. Mervyn lied there, beneath the foreleg not sure if he wants the dragon’s torment to continue or to finally let him go. With the paw on his chest they looked at each other for a moment, Kaxir thinking what it should do, to its arouse, next.

Being lost in each other’s eyes groans suddenly started to mix in between the dragon’s breaths, which were becoming deeper in excitement.

‘You’re so adorable’ it mumbled, its smirk intensifying. ‘So weak, so helpless…’

It gently stroked along Mervyn’s cheek with one claw. He had trouble trying to hold back his blush from the touch of it softly touching his face. It made him forget that the dragon was indicating to that the next thing Kaxir was doing to do him is going to be far worse than the previous one…or maybe even better, depends on if he’ll be able to still have fun midst all the torment.

‘Don’t you dare to move’ it growled all of a sudden.

Kaxir suddenly took the foreleg back and turned around, positioning the paws of the hindlegs on each side next to his face. Mervyn was facing up to the rear of the dragon, seeing the tail and the area between the hind legs from the underside. He froze as his eyes were caught by the massive sheath, not sure if he should be aroused or panic, ending up blushing. Whatever the dragon is up to, it would involve its genitals this time. He couldn’t get his thoughts off the fantasies which rushed through his mind. How those mighty balls would be squished upon him, struggling to breathe under them…

Impatiently waiting for the dragon to do something he watched the rear being slowly moved from to side to side above him, the tail lashing around in excitement, meaning to intimidate him, giving a apprehension on what torment is going to hit him next. After it was done looming its hindquarters, the hindlegs took a step to the side, sprawling them more apart from each other, lowering the rear. It held its tail down as it moved the hips more towards him, bringing the enormous balls closer. Mervyn felt aroused by the sight of them being so near to him. He lied there frozen and stared at them, fantasizing about how the those specific scales would feel like on his face...

The neck of the dragon turned back, positioning the head on a spot where it could watch the human beneath it, being able to give him more intimidating gazes. It took a while for Mervyn to realize that the dragon was staring at him, being so distracted by the sight of those fine balls above him. He flinched a little as he spotted the seductive glare, not sure if the dragon caught him being so taken away by its attractive body.

‘You like those, huh?’ it playfully asked.

Damn he got caught! Kaxir knew.

‘Well, then you probably wouldn’t back away from…’

It lowered its hips even more as it talked.

‘…touching them!’ it added, another smirk emerging on its face. Mervyn stared at the dragon in disbelief, his glare quickly switching from the dragons face to the balls above him.

‘And that right now!’ it added, growling, the smirk turning into an intimidatingly angry expression with its teeth bared.

His gaze fell back to balls one more time. He didn’t waste any more time staring as he hesitantly lifted his arms off the ground, moving his hands towards the dragon’s privates. As he was about to touch the scales he felt that rush of excitement inside him strongly increase, his blush maximizing.

He lied his hands on them, on each side apart from each other, slightly squeezing into the balls. Kaxir let out a loud and relieving groan as it began to take its head back up, opening its maw and closing its eyes in pleasure. In arouse from the touch it lowered its hips even more, pressing the massive balls more into the hands of the little human.

Mervyn felt the weight increase, that holding up the balls became slightly harder, his hands beginning to squeeze into them. He pressed them more upwards to prevent that they would be squished upon his face, despite secretly wanting it, making the touch feel even better for Kaxir. It began to groan slightly as its breaths became a little deeper and uneven. Mervyn felt a little scared about the dragon beginning to really enjoy his hands on its sheath, yet didn’t feel the urge to stop to continue touching those massive balls.

From the erecting touch pressed its rear was pressed downward even harder, making it more difficult for Mervyn to bare holding those away from him, avoiding that he would become trapped under the sheath, which he felt pressed down to him more and more.

Eventually the hindquarters lowered so harshly that he had to give in. He stared up to those balls one more time, getting along with thought of his body being beneath them. He closed his eyes as he took his arms back down to his face, trying to cover it from the scales which were pressed upon him shortly after. His entire view field was taken, as the sheath was on him, burying his upper body and entire head beneath it. As Mervyn realized that he was caught under the dragon he tried to free himself, placing his hands on the balls, trying to push them or himself away. But the dragon was continuously pressing the weight onto him, soon making him realize that it got harder to reach for air under the scales. His head, such as nose and mouth of his face, were under them, shutting him off from air. He tilted his head aside, trying to get more air. What he got was barely enough to keep his little body working. As Mervyn felt the air becoming restricted panic started to build up inside of him, quickly having forgot the pleasure he felt at first of having the balls being pressed upon him. His movements of the attempts to get himself out of there increased. He was squirming heavily under the scales, making all sort of movements with his limbs, all felt by the dragon who began to groan harder, pressing harder.

‘You still like them?’ it loudly shouted out, followed by pleased moaning. But the words went through him. Without having felt the vibrations of the deep voice he wouldn’t have realized that the dragon said something in the first place. He was way too taken up by the lack of air, too busy trying to free himself from the weight and scales. Too lost in panic. But despite having realized that Mervyn was struggling under its sheath it didn’t do anything to ease the pressure. In fact, it pressed its balls down even harder from the pleasing touch of the panicking movements, his attempts to get back to air.

Within the pleasure Kaxir eventually became so aroused, mainly from the human squirming beneath it, an erection started to exit its sheath, the seed of the pre already leaving the shaft which grew slightly bigger with every pulse.

The dragon let Mervyn struggle for some more last moments groaning loudly, maximizing the pleasure by increasing the weight it put down with its sheath, almost crushing him. Then, finally, it slowly lifted its hips back up.

Mervyn rang for air. He pushed himself up, panting heavily. He was being shut off from air so long he almost blacked out. His head hurt. Not only from the pressure it was exposed to but also for the temporary lack of air the dragon has put him into. After a few deep breaths, he had enough oxygen again so he could continue to start breathing normal again.

As Mervyn looked around he noticed the growing erection above him, how the throbbing cock was leaving its sheath, gradually gaining size. Mervyn blushed by the sight. He may was horrified by the thought of being forced to sate this scaly beast that way, yet excited by it. He sat there, eagerly staring at the cock, watching it become bigger.

Suddenly the enormous body above set off to move. The legs surrounding him took a few steps forward. As he glared up he saw the tail pass by forward, out of his viewfield. Mervyn found himself not being beneath the dragon’s body anymore. Confused about what was going on he watched what Kaxir was doing.

The dragon got to its haunches and turned to its back, the hind legs widely spread, shamelessly presenting the erection to him, which has gained full size by now in excitement.

Mervyn knew what the dragon wanted him to do. Yet he was too hesitant about it to get there and touch it himself without being commanded to. He stared up to Kaxir’s head. Being on its haunches sitting upright the dragon seemed even more gigantic than it usually was. More scaring, more intimidating, making him feel even more of inferiority.

After a little more panting the dragon finally decided to let Mervyn act.

‘Mervyn!’ it roared to get the little humans attention, he was busy looking over Kaxir’s astonishing body. Mervyn looked up, slightly scared but somewhat unsurprised.

‘Get your little hands on it’ it added, giving another angered glare, making sure he was intimidated enough to not refuse.

As he realized what the dragon wanted him to do his gaze went back to its continuously throbbing shaft. Closely looking at it made him feel a certain kind of attraction to it. He went red. Deep down he was surprised by that he felt those sorts of feelings for the dragon, after all the things it has done to him, in the first place.

‘Mervyn’ it angrily repeated. ‘Don’t just sit there and stare!’

To not get the dragon even more furious about him not having done anything yet he hastily got up, almost tumbling over. His body hurt a little from when Kaxir pressed its dragonhood onto him previously.

Soon he found himself having moved so close to its impatiently waiting shaft that he was between the massive hindlegs. After looking the body over one more time he got up to his knees, bringing himself onto a appropriate height to proceed with sating his master.

Kaxir stared down to the human in its crotch, eagerly waiting the pleasure to begin. Its tail was lashing and twitching from the excitement. Its claws were dug into the ground it was leaning on. Holding itself back from just grasping it and taking care of the erection itself was beginning to become hard.

‘Mervyn!’ it growled another time, to finally get him started.

Right after Mervyn heard his name being angrily repeated once more he quickly got his arms up, laying, at first, one hand on the pulsating cock, grasping the area more towards the top. Just as Kaxir felt the small, yet pleasing, touch on its shaft it let out one loud and relieving groan, leaning its head back a little in pleasure.

He began to close his hand in, starting to squeeze into the flesh, which felt surprisingly soft to him. He has always expected the meat to be harder, especially when it was aroused like that. The cock was throbbing even more.

Mervyn placed his second hand onto the flesh, grasping it more towards the bottom, where the flesh was slightly harder. Again, he heard the dragon passionately moan. He spotted the hindlegs around him twitch around a little in excitement.

Having the dragon’s mighty cock grabbed within his hands made him feel a sort of urge inside. An arouse, which made him want to continue, such as the dragon demanded. He began to move his hand, the one placed more towards the top, along the lengthy flesh. Repeatedly sliding it to the tip and back, to the midsection. As Kaxir felt the additional movement it began to groan even harder, panting so hard in arouse its maw was constantly opened, the tongue hanging out. Each time Mervyn got with his hand to the top he shorty slid with all his fingers around it, beginning to cover his hand with the flowing pre cum, spreading it over the surface of the shaft each time he moved his hand back down. The longer he continued to jack the dragon off, the more he heard Kaxir become more aroused. The excited moans became louder, the breaths heavier and unevener, the nervous movements harder. He also saw the exiting pre increase, beginning to entirely cover his hands, dripping down the shaft untrammeled, from which he could tell that the dragon wasn’t far away from absolutely being sent over the edge. And again, he felt that kind of desire. A demand which told him to go harder, move his hand faster. Like he wanted to see the dragon cum. Just thinking about how the seed would start to cover his entire body made him blush even harder.

As in his imagination before, he slid down the hand with more speed, furthermore squeezing into the flesh every now and then, as he felt that this would get his master even more going. And it did, the moans became even louder. Kaxir had its eyes tightly shut, enjoying the handjob at its best. Mervyn just continued to move his in the liquid covered hand, doing so until he would get the dragon to eventually reach the climax. He felt that feeling of excitement in his stomach each time he moved his fingers around the tip, grasping it and squeezing into the flesh.

Suddenly the legs around him cramped up. He heard the Kaxir’s breath being held in, as its entire body was in tension.

As he saw the seed shoot out of the shaft it was already too late to dodge away. In just a few seconds his entire upper body was covered in the white liquid forcing him to remove his hands from the shaft and get at least his face clear of the seed, which was still constantly flowing. The shots of cum were followed by a loud groan of the deep voice, louder than any before.

After a few seconds of relaxation Kaxir leaned forward. It smiled as it spotted the human covered from almost head to feet in its seed. It was satisfying sight, Mervyn has gotten the penalty he deserved for letting his master down.

Exhausted from the pleasure before the dragon tumbled over forward, lying down on its front. It rolled over, facing where Mervyn was still kneeling. It reached out with its forelegs and pulled him towards it, making him lie down on his side next to the dragon, being embraced by the forelegs, making sure he wouldn’t attempt to get away while Kaxir was relaxing.

Mervyn wasn’t sure whether he was scared or comforted by being that close to the dragon, being in its muscular chest, hugged by the strong forelegs. He knew that his master did that so he couldn’t flee, but somehow, he still found pleasure in being in such close contact with Kaxir… This comfort made him forgot the fear he usually had when he was around his master.

‘Mervyn’ the deep voice suddenly mumbled, not having this usual threatening tone it.

‘Maybe I won’t kill you off…Maybe you deserve a second chance’ it added after a long pause, still mumbling.

Mervyn sighed in relief a little, knowing that he has nothing to fear about ending up as another fatality to the dragon’s urges, yet feeling nervous about what it is going to do with him next from now on…

(to be continued…)