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Grandmaster Zio sat at his ebony desk stroking his white beard in one, ancient leathery hand. His fingers which could grasp and twist the cords of magic like few who had ever lived were knotted with his impossible age. The Grandmaster of the Arcanistry, the world’s finest school of sorcery, mage-craft, and spellwork he had had the privilege of tutoring and training the finest wizards and as a result he had refined a cunning knack for identifying both talent and trouble. The red leather folio that lay open in front of him was one that tickled both of those points for him. He flipped the page back to the front and let his steel gray eyes fall back over the front biography.

The page spoke of Mikhail Viro. The top student in his class, best in all categories of the magical arts from the most mundane to the most esoteric, his very being seemed to ooze and seep magical prowess and yet Grandmaster Zio hesitated. Something about Mikhail worried him and no matter his augury or divinations he could not find what it was. He was not in league with necromancers nor daemons; he did not dabble in forbidden arts nor use his powers wantonly. He did not use magic to coerce, charm, seduce, control, or manipulate. Yet something just seemed… off. The apprentice was fast approaching his final exams and it seemed inevitable that he would pass them. Indeed, pass them with flying colors and should the Grandmaster not find the source of his agitation before then it would be fruitless. Mikhail Viro would be a Master and there would be little even a Grandmaster could do then.

Mikhail’s sat in his quarters, taken to privacy he spent much time here and thankfully due to his mastery of magic they were quite comfortable. Not bound by the simple limitations of conventional physics Mikhail’s quarters appeared no more than a traditional college dorm from the outside, a sparse twenty paces in any direction, yet he had expanded the room into neighboring dimensions giving him as much room as he desired all contained, impossibly, in the space of a dorm. Not content with drab stone he had magically furnished his quarters in warm wood paneling with lush red carpets, a roaring fireplace, and bookcases lined with row upon row of tomes both arcane and mundane.

The apprentice wizard poured over one of said tomes, his raven black hair tumbling over his shoulders as his ponytail slipped free. One soft hand reached up and pushed his locks back from his face as he read his concentration unbroken. There remained to so much to learn and so little time that the apprentice spent most of his time in silent study. Save the necessity to eat and sleep, limitations he dreamed of overcoming, little distracted him from his studies. Little but not nothing.

A harrumph came from across the room near the roaring fireplace. “Are you going to study ALL day?” rang a sonorous voice.

“Be quiet, Brutus,” Mikhail snapped as he examined the intricate diagram on the page before him. “I’m reviewing the equations of inter-dimensional summoning. They are VERY precise and VERY complex. I need all of my focus.” Mikhail could hear Brutus shift his weight behind him assuredly so he could better glower at the apprentice.

“You’ve read that particular book three times. You have been studying for nearly twenty-six hours. You need to stop, eat, and rest. Besides,” the intoxicatingly smooth voice persisted, “I’m bored.”

Mikhail let out a sigh and rubbed his temples, his long, delicate fingers massaging his pale flesh in small circles. “I’m fine. And can’t you amuse yourself?” the aspiring young wizard retorted.

“Not really, no,” Brutus replied with a huff, “You won’t let me wander the campus alone and I’ve read everything that isn’t terrible in this library. Twice.” Mikhail heard a number of his books tumble across the floor behind him, assuredly as a result of a swat from Brutus.

“Ugh. Alright, we will go get something to eat,” Mikhail said as he slammed the book shut. The human wizard turned in his seat to face his protesting companion with a sour expression on his lips. Brutus was still splayed out on the rug before the fire his bulk taking up most of the warmth.

Brutus was a Pet a term d’art used in the wizard community for magically created life forms that were bound to their creator. Pets could come in any shape that a wizard could think of and had the skill to sculpt and their mental capacity was similarly variable. For highly skilled wizards Pets were a means of showing off their skills by creating elaborate or beautiful creations, the most masterful of which craft magical beasts. To further complicate the issue Pets’ minds must be crafted separately through an arcane process more complex than even the crafting of their material bodies. Many a wizard forged a tremendous frame only to exceed their limits and to end up with a beautiful, cripplingly dim Pet.

However, Mikhail was an artist and Brutus was his magnum opus. Brutus’s form was that of a mythical mountain dragon, albeit on a smaller scale. Brutus boasted a stocky body that rippled with well-defined muscles, his shoulders rose to the level of Mikhail’s eyes when his thick, four legs raised him up. Brutus’ torso was round and barrel-like with powerful chest and back muscles that supported his wide leathery wings. Behind him lashed a thick tail with small spikes running from its tip, up his back, between his wings, and onto his head. Brutus’ face was quintessentially draconic, with a wide round muzzle, pronounced eye ridges, and the majestic horns of a real dragon.

Mikhail had given Brutus a bluish-gray coloration not unlike freshly exposed granite. His coloration was consistent over most of his frame save where his body shaded darker in his softer underbelly, his tongue and palate were onyx black, as was his most intimate flesh. The horns that punctuated Brutus’ head were a smooth ivory that he meticulously maintained to a polished sheen. Despite his bulk, the dragon Pet was surprisingly dexterous and his large clawed paws could delicately handle a book or crush a skull.

Yet Mikhail’s most exceptional accomplishment had been bestowing his Pet with sentience. Not the mere aping of human awareness like his wizarding colleagues could muster but true free will. Brutus was a testament to Mikhail’s strengths as a wizard and yet there remained one flaw. The beast, with his free will and unique personality, could be irritating and demanding at times. Like a bizarre mix between a doting mother and a frat boy Brutus spent his time waffling between caring for his human creator and craving new sensations.

Brutus hurried to his feet like an over-eager dog. “What are we going to eat? Do I get to pick?” the dragon Pet said as a bit of anticipatory saliva dribbled along his jaw before he hurried licked it up; his inky black tongue flicking along his thin, reptilian lips. His eyes, twin great orbs of amber eyed the human.

“No,” Mikhail said as he rose from his seat and stretched. His back popped audibly as he shook out his limbs. “I want some noodles. But let me put on some better clothes before we go.”

“Noodles,” Brutus harrumphed again as the human went into the bedroom to change. “How about a nice, big steak?” The dragon pressed. “Half a cow would be grand.”

The human’s voice drifted out of the bedroom faintly, “You don’t even need to eat! So, no. I’m not spending that much.”

“But I LIKE to eat!” Brutus protested. What Mikhail said was true; the draconic Pet was sustained by magic and had no need to eat however Brutus enjoyed the sensations of eating, tasting, smelling, swallowing, and even digesting. The visceralness of it all thrilled him like little else. He yearned to try new foods and taste new things and some part of him also craved the sensation of gulping down large things of meat. Some carnal, predatory bit reflected the dragons he was modeled after and he yearned to devour prey.

Mikhail emerged from the bedroom clad in a snappy silken suit. Brocaded with delicate designs the outfit clung to his delicate frame highlighting the apprentice trim figure. He had restored his hair to its normal ponytail, letting the ebony brush of hair rest between his shoulder blades. “I know what you like but enough whining. I need to eat and this was your idea so let’s be off.”

Brutus tossed his head with a petulant grunt as the human opened the door and escorted him out of the magically enlarged room. It was a short walk to the food court and already Brutus smacked his lips in anticipation.

The Arcanistry was one of the great hubs of magic in the world and befitting that honor it was the sight of a cultural maelstrom most easily seen in the food court. Vendors, chefs, cooks, and waiters from all corners of the world gathered to feed the assembled magic-users, their servants, pets, and attendants. As one entered the great stone hall that housed them hundreds of various aromas wafted over them, the smell of cooking meats, spices, pungent drinks, and good cheer seemed to pour from every corner, shelf, and merchant stall.

Brutus’ nostrils flared enthusiastically as he took in the wild sensations. This was, without a doubt, his favorite room in the whole campus and had he the freedom to do as he wished he’d spend most his waking hours here trying new and bizarre delicacies even if he had no need to eat. Mikhail on the other hand veered unerringly to the noodle vendor. Brutus scowled behind the apprentice back. “Why noodles,” the dragon asked. “They are so flavorless. Why not try those meat pies or that roasted… whatever that is.” Brutus smacked his lips appreciatively as he stalked past the aforementioned cart.

“The noodles are fine. They are filling and healthy,” Mikhail replied as he queued up at his preferred cart.

“But they have the flavor of paper,” Brutus continued his amber eyes and sensitive nose taking in all that they could. “Look. That one is new and he’s selling some sort of meat, vegetable, and egg stew. Stew is filling and healthy. Why not that?”

The human ignored him.

“Or there! That one sells roasted lamb on skewers with bits of vegetables. It smells divine. Try that!” Brutus persisted. “Or let me if you won’t.”

Mikhail ordered a simple dish from the vendor and handed over the meager coins that it cost. While the chef prepared it, he looked back at his Pet. “Enough, Brutus. I’ve indulged your appetites for curiosity enough lately. I am just eating and then going back to studying because you insisted.”

Brutus rolled his eyes. “You have no sense of adventure. Besides,” the lizard intoned, his rumbling voice teasing quietly as he leaned his muzzle in close to the human, “You’ve enjoyed my ‘curiosity’…”

Mikhail’s back snapped straight and he shot a fiery look at his Pet. “Be quiet!” He hissed though clenched teeth as he frantically searched around him to be sure no one heard the obstinate Pet. The marketplace hummed with the sounds of business and hungry wizards, Mikhail let out a sigh of relief as it seemed that no one had heard a thing.

Brutus gave the apprentice a smug grin, his pearly teeth flashing between his parted lips as the vendor placed Mikhail’s meal on the counter and the human snatched it up. The Pet enjoyed riling up the young wizard, especially when he had been ignored for too long like the past few days. As the human stalked over to an empty table Brutus trotted along behind him, his size ensuring people parted for their passing and allowed him to settle on the floor beside Mikhail like some oversized guard dog.

Mikhail fumed into his noodles. The human refused to even look down at his Pet as he shoveled the food hurriedly into his mouth. The sooner he ate the sooner he could get back to his studies and forget this embarrassing incident. Lost in his thoughts of food, frustration, and shame Mikhail did not even notice the old man that walked up his table until he caught a forced, polite cough. He looked up, confused, to see the wizened frame of Grandmaster Zio standing across the table from him. Mikhail sputtered over his noodles.

“Grandmaster!” he choked out around a mouthful of noodles as he struggled to stand in a respectful manner.

Grandmaster Zio waved one ancient hand dismissively as the student scrambled to make obeisance. “No, no,” he said, “sit and enjoy your meal. In fact, I may join you. If you don’t mind?” The Grandmaster’s pale gray eyes flicked to look at the apprentice and the lounging dragon.

“Of course not, Grandmaster!” Mikhail hurried as he swallowed the lump of noodles. “Please join us.” Mikhail caught the old man’s glance to his Pet as he continued. “You remember Brutus, my Pet. Brutus, Grandmaster Zio.”

Brutus bobbed his stone-gray head deferentially, “Of course. Charmed as always, Grandmaster,” Brutus crooned in his deep, resonating voice.

The elderly wizard seated himself as a servant, dressed in black and white finery, hurried over to him with a plate of various smoked meats and cheeses. The servant placed the charcuterie platter before him. “Thank you, Besor,” the Grandmaster said as the servant silently hurried away. Brutus’ eyes were fixed on the platter of cold, sliced meats as Zio gingerly picked them up and ate them slice by slice.

“How go your studies,” Zio inquired around a bit of pork.

Mikhail hesitated, overwhelmed by the sudden honor of his guest’s visit, “Go-good,” he sputtered.

“Are you focusing on theory or practice?” Zio continued a bemused smile picking at the corner of his lips as he spied the Pet peering longingly as his platter.

Mikhail twirled his fork in his noodles as he considered the possibility that this was also a test, “Both, Grandmaster.”

Zio made a throaty hmm noise as he casual flicked a slice of roast at Brutus’ feet, feeding the enormous beast like a hungry lap dog. “That is a lot to study. I pray you are taking care of yourself? And your Pet.” Brutus lapped up the slice of meat shamelessly, savoring the spicy taste.

“It is a lot but I am up to it,” Mikhail replied the second part of the question hanging in the air. Zio’s gray eyes found Mikhail’s own dark brown eyes as the Grandmaster awaited an answer to the second. “I… suppose I should relax a bit more…”

Brutus huffed from the floor and said quietly enough that Zio would hear as well but while giving the dragon plausible deniability, “the only reason you are even eating is because I made you…”

If Grandmaster Zio heard Brutus he made no indication, “You should take better care of yourself. An exhausted wizard makes mistakes and mistakes can be costly.” Zio waggled a finger at the apprentice, “If you wish to accomplish great things you must know your limits.”

Mikhail nodded eagerly, “Of course, Grandmaster. I do.”

Zio murmured to himself something before addressing the apprentice again, “So, Mikhail, tell me… what are your thoughts on Adriac of Arobr’s theory of relative magical displacement? Do you side with the circumference thinkers or the radial ones?”

Brutus rolled his amber eyes and laid his head on his clawed feet as Mikhail launched into an aggressive defense of the radialists. The dragon huffed as he closed his eyes, deciding to sleep through the pedantic conversation of the two wizards.

The dragon stirred when he caught his name in conversation and he opened one eye a tiny amount as he listened.

“Brutus is quite an accomplishment,” Zio was saying, “especially for an apprentice. He appears to be fully functional, intelligent… did you base him off someone else’s model?”

“I used a diagram in an encyclopedia of dragons as the base. I thought a mountain dragon would be an interesting challenge,” Mikhail replied,

“And he is fully functional?” the Grandmaster inquired as he leaned over the table to look at the faux-sleeping dragon.

Mikhail hesitated a moment, “you mean his… uh… wings?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, then yes. He can only fly short distances though but that is accurate to real mountain dragons, or so I’ve read. He’s far too heavy for sustained flight.”

Brutus mentally scowled. Was that a fat joke? The dragon shifted and squirmed on the floor letting his muscular body ripple and flow in rebuttal to the perceived slight. The dragon feigned just now waking and smacked his lips and yawned, flashing his short white teeth and the black flesh of his tongue.

“Fascinating,” Zio murmured. “And his mind?”

Mikhail beamed proudly, “I was using some of Von Drologaff’s theories on magical sentience with a few modifications.”

Zio frowned a little, the corners of his beard wilting, “Von Drologaff’s theories? Hmm. Interesting choice.”

The apprentice hesitated. He thought for sure the Grandmaster would be impressed by that statement as Von Drologaff’s work was extremely difficult and technical.

The Grandmaster’s smile returned quickly and he looked at Brutus. “Well, if that is the case then I have a job for you, Brutus.”

The dragon looked at the old man curiously, “Yes?”

“You need to watch after Mikhail. Make sure he relaxes and rests. And finishes his meals,” Zio said with a gesture to Mikhail’s unfinished and now cold noodles.

Brutus gave the old wizard a toothy smile. “I can do that.”

“Good! But I really must be going,” Zio said he pushed himself back from the table. “It has been quite pleasant talking and I wish you the best on your exams.”

“Thank you, Grandmaster!” Mikhail replied as the elderly man tottered off. “Wow,” Mikhail said as he looked to Brutus, “What an honor.”

Brutus watched the Grandmaster leave his brows furrowed. Something seemed strange to him about this whole affair but he couldn’t place his claw on what.

“Well, best get back to the room. I have more studying to do.”

Mikhail returned to his studies with renewed enthusiasm, his mind attacking page after page of arcane theory. The stacks of books around his desk grew as did their accompanying pages of notes and for several hours the only sounds Brutus heard were the turning of pages and the scratch of a pen on paper. Brutus was lounging on the floor, bored. He had cleaned his scales, groomed his wings, sharpened his claws and spikes, reread one of his favorite books and was again, bereft of anything to do.

“It’s been twelve hours,” Brutus intoned like a reptilian clock. “Grandmaster Zio told you to take a break.”

Mikhail murmured a wordless reply.

“I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this but I suppose I have no choice,” Brutus said with mock gravity. “You stink.” The human shot him a look over one shoulder. “It’s true,” Brutus said waving a clawed hand for emphasis. “I was just too polite to say anything before but it has become unbearable. You smell like a musty library. You need a bath.”

The apprentice turned in his chair to face his obstinate Pet opening his mouth to object when he noticed smears of ink down his hands and arms from his note taking. His fingernails were caked with grime from old books and his clothes were taking on a stale odor from being worn for too long. Mikhail glowered at the blue-gray lizard whose amber eyes sparkled with mirth as the human came to the truth.

“Fine! I’ll take a bath but then I’m going to finish this book,” Mikhail huffed as he stormed to his bathroom. Brutus gave him a toothy, victorious grin as he stalked past.

“Do you need fresh towels?” Brutus crooned after the human, a chuckle escaping his barrel chest.

“I’m FINE,” echoed the reply, soon drowned out by the splash of water.

It did not take long for Mikhail to cleanse himself of ink stains or odors though he did linger in the warm bath waters for a little while. It felt good to relax at least a little and he allowed himself this small indulgence. Despite his attempt to relax magical formulas still swirled in his head and his mind raced through a series of complex equations even as he washed. The bubbles in his bathwater even seemed to form an arcane diagram to the human’s tired mind. A stray, unwelcome thought floated into his brain as he bathed; maybe Brutus and Grandmaster Zio were right. Maybe he did need to relax a little… No, Mikhail mentally chastised himself; there would be time to rest when the exams were over.

Brutus waited patiently in the other room, periodically asking Mikhail an inane question or two merely to aggravate the overly scholarly human. When Mikhail finally emerged from his bath he strolled across the room entirely nude. It did not strike Mikhail any more different than being nude in front of a pet dog or cat as he went over to his dresser and began to pull out fresh clothes which he arrayed on the bed. The human busied himself with his self-absorbed ritual of picking out the next day’s outfit fastidiously, oblivious to all save his own musings.

The Pet had devised an ulterior motive to the suggestion of a bath and his plans had come to fruition. Brutus’ amber eyes explored the nude human’s body with unabashed lust. Mikhail was, after all, an attractive young man trim and fit. Mikhail had a beautiful body with clean firm limbs blessed by youth. A life of books and learning had kept him free of scars, blemishes, or scrapes leaving his light skin nearly flawless and pearlescent as the last bit of moisture clung to him. Through some quirk of fate Mikhail was blessed with thick, flowing black hair that cascaded down his back but little body hair giving him, by Brutus’ reckoning, a deliciously, appealing contrast of light flesh and dark hair.

Brutus’ own body responded to his excitement and between his rear legs began to stir his black fleshed phallus and emerge from its sheath. Thick and lengthy with a slight ridge running down the middle, Brutus’ appendage was, as Mikhail had been a careful craftsman, accurate for a mountain dragon and was framed by two heavy, leathery skin clad testes. The dragon’s body shivered in barely constrained enthusiasm, sending ripples down Brutus muscular body as he let himself pant in overt, hungry desire.

Mikhail fussed over what shirt to wear as Brutus rose and stalked closer, only the faint sound of claws tapping the wood floor hinted that anything was amiss. Mikhail picked up a white shirt with elaborate embroidering and held it up to examine it when he felt something firm, wet, and hot press against his rear. Startled he jumped and looked over his shoulder.

Brutus’ black tongue lolled from his wide jaws as he licked lavishly at the human’s tight backside, the dragon’s prehensile muscle teased purposefully along his cheeks and stroked at his tightly puckered anus. The dragon’s hot breath broke along the human’s ass as Brutus lavished Mikhail with lusty attention from his flexible, thick, black fleshed tongue.

“What are you doing,” Mikhail gasped as he felt the tip of his Pet’s tongue tickle at his backdoor.

Brutus reached up with one dexterous, clawed paw and wrapped it around the human’s hip, holding him still as his tongue teased around and probed at the human’s hole. “Helping you relax,” Brutus hissed between affectionate licks, “And indulging a ‘curiosity’.” Mikhail gasped as the tongue pressed against his sphincter and the tip eased inside him, lubricated by the dragon’s thick spittle.

“AH!” Mikhail gasped as Brutus probed him, “I… I… I… don’t…” the human stammered as his body coursed with a mix of surprised pleasure and discomfort as more tongue pressed against and into him.

Brutus grunted a reply, gripping Mikhail’s hip tighter, his claws pressing against the human’s soft, silken flesh; holding the human still as he pressed forward, his long tongue plunging deep into the human’s tight body. Brutus forced his tongue deeper, the onyx muscle stretching and loosening the human all the while filling Mikhail with the sensation of an alien but exquisite invader. The feel of Brutus’ heated breath bathed Mikhail as he squirmed in the clawed hand, his human hands gripped the edge of the bed as he felt the thick intruder wriggle inside him filling his bowels with a hot, full, stretching sensation. Mikhail’s cock was rapidly hardening as his Pet lavished him with attention and the human took deep, purposeful breaths to relax, surrendering himself to whatever Brutus’ carnal wishes were, after all this was not the first time the Pet had taken advantage of his master.

Satisfied that Mikhail had quit fussing Brutus plunged into his “curiosity” with renewed enthusiasm. The dragon’s jaws spread wide, encompassing the human’s slender frame as he pressed forward to burrow more of his onyx flesh into the now compliant human. Keeping a firm grip on the human the granite colored dragon reduced his wizardling creator to a moaning heap on the bed. The corners of Brutus’ muzzle peeled back in a grin as he thrust his tongue in again. He could feel the young human twitching and jerking around him in erotic stimulation and the dragon delighted in the sexual power it gave him over his master. When Mikhail squirmed too much, Brutus would squeeze with his powerful clawed hand just a tiny bit so that his claws would dimple the human’s soft flesh and remind him who was in charge.

Brutus’ merciless attention on the human’s sensitive innards continued for several minutes Brutus’ strong, flexible tongue pressed against Mikhail’s insides as the tip curled and probed like it was looking for something. It dawned on Mikhail what the dragon had in mind but as he opened his mouth to object the tongue struck its target. A shock of pleasure rushed through the human’s body as Brutus found Mikhail’s prostate and pressed the hard muscle of his tongue into it. The human let out an embarrassing squeal of delight in reply as he writhed on the silken sheets.

Mikhail’s breath came in ragged gasps as Brutus suddenly and without warning pulled his tongue out with a slimy slurp making the human jump and let out one more, breathy gasp as the appendage withdrew leaving a strange feeling of cold emptiness inside him. Mikhail’s breathing was coming in ragged gasps, his erect cock bouncing shamelessly in the air and dribbled on the human’s expensive sheets.

“What are you…” Mikhail gasped in confusion, “I didn’t…”

Brutus ignored the human. Instead he pressed one clawed hand to the human’s back forcing Mikhail down onto the bed, his legs hanging over the side and his perky, now wet and loosened, rear presented in lewd invitation to the eager dragon. Brutus climbed forward and lifted his front half onto the bed, looming over the human wizard, and pressed his muscular, draconic bulk down onto the human, pinning Mikhail underneath his body. Brutus squirmed on top of the human in a dominant, feral display as his own aroused, midnight flesh slipped smoothly along Mikhail’s now properly prepared behind.

“Brutus!” Mikhail started again, his cry muffled by the mattress, sheets, and clothes now stuffed beneath him.

Brutus growled at the squirming human underneath him and pressed his bulk down onto him in stark reminder of who was in control at the moment. “By the heavens, shut up and enjoy the ride,” the dragon snarled as he pressed the tip of black cock against the human’s abused hole, letting a dollop of pre-cum smear across his master’s sphincter. A low growl of delight rattled Brutus’ chest as inched his hips forward, pinning the human in place as his thick, ridged cock spread the human and begin to ease into the heated passage.

Brutus pressed forward eagerly, Mikhail’s voice muffled by the weight of dragon flesh and fabric, as inch after midnight black inch invaded him. The Pet’s tongue lolled from his lips as he claimed his human’s ass, his months of lusty dreaming coming to fruition. It made Brutus feel like a proper dragon, taking what he wanted, dominating a smaller creature for his enjoyment. The human’s attractive young body, already more than capable of pleasing the dragon, was all the sweeter to Brutus as the human alternately moaned into the sheets and protested the rough treatment all the while Mikhail bunched the sheets in his hands when the dragon pounded into him.

Mikhail groaned as his body was stretched to accommodate the well-endowed dragon, Brutus’ smooth black flesh filling the apprentice wizard more with each rough thrust. The human’s body shook each time Brutus thundered his hips against his own, his body jerked as the dragon buried himself deeper into the human’s tight, young rear. Brutus rocked himself forward and backwards grinding the human into the bed as his cock thrust into and out of his lover, the thump of the mahogany bed frame against the wall adding the din. The dragon’s heavy black balls slapped against Mikhail’s thighs added a wet percussion to each hump making a melody of animal grunts, creaking wood, and moaning human.

Brutus’ massive claws dug into the bed leaving rents and tears in the fine white sheets as he satiated his carnal lust. The feel of his Master’s lithe body wrapped warmly around his cock was blissful, the sensation of human flesh pinned and squirming helplessly beneath his reptilian chest filled Brutus with an instinctive, bestial joy. The Pet exalted in his unbridled dominance over his human creator. Brutus’ tongue lolled from his mouth as human and dragon bodies rolled and coursed together in a tantalizing dance, each collision of flesh making both cry out in pleasure.

Mikhail squeezed his eyes shut in concentration. The sensation of silk sheets beneath, leathery skin and dense muscle above, and the full, throbbing feeling of Brutus inside him rapidly pushed him to his inevitable end. The human moaned as his painfully erect cock rubbed along the side of the bed with no way for him to reach back and touch it. The weight of the dragon prevented Mikhail from doing anything more than wiggle and writhe helplessly no matter how much he longed to finished himself off.

“Tsk,” the dragon rumbled in-between grunting thrusts, “don’t rush, my pet.” The leathery sack of his reptilian testicles slapped against the human to punctuate just who was in control. “I plan to take my time. Enjoy myself,” Brutus hissed as Mikhail twisted and moaned pathetically underneath him. To emphasis his point, the dragon pulled his hips back until only the very tip of his onyx cock remained inside the pale human before Brutus forcefully thrust forward again with enough force to shake the whole bed as his balls slapped against the human and he hilted himself. The sound of Brutus tail slapping on the ground only punctuated Mikhail’s yelp from the rough fucking.

Every thrust of Brutus’ sizable, reptilian cock filled Mikhail’s tight rear, which squeezed around the magical Pet in a tantalizing, shameless way. Mikhail groaned to himself, the human could feel the thick, veiny cock pressing against his prostate with every thrust, the sensation made fire dance up his spine. Mikhail could barely contain himself as he shameless wallowed in his submission to his own creation. The faint knowledge that if the other wizards knew what he was doing he would be a laughing stock only made his submissive acceptance of Brutus’ lust all the more thrilling. But Mikhail’s mind was pulled back the moment when Brutus sensed his wandering thoughts slammed his length fully into the human again, pressing the human’s prostate.

“Mrph,” the human struggled to speak as the ashy gray dragon mindlessly humped him, lost in the rapturous tightness of his master and the feral thrill of simply taking what he wanted. Brutus’ bulk kept Mikhail’s face buried in the bedding as he tried to speak, “BRU-MRPH”. The dragon drooled in blissful distraction his ears barely registering the increasing protests of his mate. “I’M GONNA!!!”

Brutus’ attention snapped back to the present as Mikhail jerked against his hips, his already tight passage squeezed around his reptilian shaft even harder as the human cried out underneath him. “Ahhhh!” Mikhail moaned in the torn and stained sheets as his orgasm shivered through him starting at the top of his spine and carrying down to his toes. His cock jerked as he came; Mikhail unleashed his pent-up seed on the side of the bed and down his own legs, pearly white beads rolled down his recently cleaned legs.

The dragon pivoted his head around to peer under himself at the human, still impaled on his length, and gave a chuff. “Already, my Master?” The dragon tutted, “and you made such a mess.”

The human looked into the dragons’ amber eyes as his face turned red in embarrassment. “I… I…”

Brutus rolled his eyes and raised his head back up. “It’s no matter,” Brutus continued dismissively, drawing back his hips, “after all, I’M not done!” The dragon rammed his hips forward eliciting a squeal from the hyper sensitive human as his thrust lifted Mikhail’s feet from the ground. A feral hiss escaped Brutus’ maw as he set a renewed, punishing pace to punish his master for finishing to soon. Brutus growled as the bed shook and heaved under their combined motion, his own balls jerking and tightening as he felt himself also nearing his peak.

With one more powerful thrust forward Brutus slammed himself as far inside the human as his robust anatomy would allow and let the waves of his orgasm crash over him. His draconic cock and balls spasmed as Brutus’ came inside the little human. Mikhail felt his body fill with hot, thick cum as Brutus let out a bellowing roar of triumph as the human’s body rapidly filling with the reptile’s seed. Brutus’ could feel his orgasm filling up the human and in a fit of dominate power, he pulled his hips back suddenly letting his shaft pop free of the human’s confines spilling cum from Mikhail’s abused rear. Still not finished, Brutus let his cum explode across the human’s exposed ass and legs before, as a final statement, Brutus sprayed across his lovers back covering Mikhail in heady, ropey dragon cum.

Tongue lolling and chest heaving, Brutus pushed himself off the bed to survey his handiwork. The sheets were torn, the mattress had several punctures in it from his claws, tomorrows clothes were ruined, but most importantly Mikhail lie dazed bent over the edge of the bed. His pale skin glittered with globs of pearlescent cum and a fine coating of sweat covering his entire body giving him, as Brutus saw it, a glazed look. The human’s body shivered at the sudden chill from the dragon pulling away as Mikhail’s mind swam in the afterglow of the thunderous pounding.

Brutus chortled to himself, “My Master is such a mess again and just after his bath.” The dragon leaned in to sniff the brutalized human, his familiar scent mingled with the mix of their sexual fluids made Brutus salivate. He gently pressed his broad muzzle between Mikhail’s legs and took a long, slow lick savoring the intimate fluids. “I’ll have to clean you up again,” Brutus murmured as he let his tongue scrap along Mikhail’s backside collecting more of the salty, sweaty mess. The dragon Pet smacked his lips in satisfaction in between teasingly prolonged licks as he slowly groomed the exhausted human.

Mikhail shivered as the onyx tongue teased along his flesh, the cool air and spittle contrasting with Brutus’ hot breath. It was a strange, sensual experience but quite pleasant after the intense, perhaps a bit excessively rough, treatment his Pet had given him Mikhail appreciated the gentler, affectionate attention. Mikhail lounged naked on the bed letting the dragon groom him with his long, slippery tongue.

There was something wildly tantalizing as Brutus’ tongue scrapped along the passive human. The way Mikhail’s soft skin was exposed, the smell of his post-coital body, the taste of him in the Pet’s mouth gave the mountain dragon a lewd idea. It was something that Brutus floated before as an idle “curiosity”, something he yearned to try, and here the temptation to indulge was too great. Despite his previous climax Brutus found himself growing aroused again just thinking about it, his mind already imaging what it would be like if he just… did it. Brutus’ tongue licked along Mikhail’s ankles, the human’s eyes closed in blissful rest, unaware of what his Pet planned as the black muscle slipped around the human’s ankles and pulled his feet gently towards the dragon’s waiting maw.

Brutus had fantasized about this more times that he could count and he had to remind himself to take it slow and savor the moment. Despite his attempt at self-control Brutus’ pulled Mikhail’s feet and calves into his cavernous maw quickly, his tongue slid along the human’s smooth flesh smearing him in copious amounts of drool. The Pet was salivating uncontrollably as Mikhail’s feet pressed against the dragon’s palette and the soft flesh at the back of his throat. Brutus closed his eyes in bliss as he swallowed, his throat opening welcoming for the human’s smooth body as the dragon pulled his human master in with a wet slurp.

The dragon’s tongue pushed further up the human’s legs, squirming along and caressing Mikhail’s delicious flesh before pulling his calves into the muscular depths of his throat. Mikhail stirred in his rest when he felt the combination of the dragon’s throat closing around his legs and Brutus’ ever curious tongue slurp up along his crotch leaving a trail of saliva as it went. Another hungry gulp yanked Mikhail’s thighs into the Pet’s throat and brought the human’s crotch into Brutus’ mouth.

“Brutus!” Mikhail said, “What are you… AHhhah!” the human protested as Brutus’ dexterous tongue coiled around his hardening cock, the alien sensation making the human shiver. “I… by the gods…” Mikhail moaned as his Pet gently mouthed and caressed his body. Mikhail was surprised with the level of tenderness the dragon could manage with his jaws and especially his tongue. Encased as he was in his lover’s flesh, it was strangely erotic feeling that familiar tongue in such a new way. The human shook his head, trying to clear the aroused haze from his mind, “Brutus!” he started again, “You need to… need to…” the human trailed off as Brutus slipped his tongue underneath the human’s chest to hold him as the Pet raised his head up and took another great swallow.

More of Mikhail vanished into Brutus’ gullet, the last gulp taking the human in to his navel. The tight flesh of the dragon’s throat massaged Mikhail’s lower half in silken, drool covered waves. Brutus sat his gray scaled rump on the floor with a thump, his tail lashed excitedly as he straightened his neck and raised his head, intent to make his Master’s descent as smooth and enjoyable as possible. The dragon’s black tongue played merrily across the human’s chest and up to tease along his jaw, savoring the various unique tastes and textures as it went. Brutus had dreamed that Mikhail would be delicious, the delicate human’s smell and soft body were always sources of excitement for the dragon but to actually taste every inch of his flesh was a dream come true.

Compounding the Pet’s enjoyment were the little moans and squirms of pleasure that his Master gave, the human’s erect cock grinding into Brutus’ tongue. Mikhail was past the point of no return, his arms pinned inside the Pet’s reptilian jaws. Brutus could feel Mikhail’s erection scraping along his tongue and he decided to savor this moment and took one clawed paw to his own erection, stroking along his painfully hard, onyx length. One claw on his tool, Brutus lingered enjoying himself before he took a deep breath through his nose before swallowing again, jerking Mikhail deeper down with a pleasured groan.

Mikhail’s head rested on Brutus’ tongue and the human rubbed his cheek against the fleshy organ. His reverie momentarily distracted as Brutus’ jaws began to close around him. Both savored the moment as Brutus’ ivory teeth knitted together and his lips seals shut around the human, shuttering Mikhail into hot, moist darkness and rendering him totally helpless. His Master trapped in his jaws and throat, Brutus luxuriated in his power over the human. The dragon could still hear Mikhail’s weak little moans and feel him squirm, the sensation was maddening and Brutus’ tail whipped uncontrollably along the floor knocking over several stacks of books.

This was it. The moment Brutus had fantasized about over and over was upon both of them. The muscular dragon quivered in excitement as he took one last, great swallow. The muscles of Brutus’ throat squeezed around Mikhail snuggly as they tugged the human down the waiting fleshy tunnel. Coated in thick, draconic saliva the human had no hope, or inclination, to resist as he began a swift decent through his Pet’s throat making a visible, undignified lump as he passed.

Mikhail felt his whole body being embraced by slippery, hot flesh as the darkness around him moved and forced him down his Pet’s throat and into the dragon’s depths. The sliding and massaging motion felt blissful along Mikhail’s saliva covered body as he felt his feet leave Brutus’ throat for the wider confines of his stomach and the rest of his young, lithe body followed suit. With a wet slurp Mikhail slipped entirely into Brutus’ waiting belly.

In the dark, the human could not see but he could feel the folded layers of muscle that made up his new prison, slick with lubricating droll and other fluids that churned eagerly around him. Brutus’ stomach was large enough that Mikhail could easily squirm into a more comfortable fetal-like pose, his movements elicited a rumble of pleasure from his Pet. Wrapped on all sides by heated, gently pressing and squeezing, muscles Mikhail let out a contented sigh, his hand straying to his erection to finish what Brutus’ tongue had started.

Brutus glanced underneath himself to admire his swollen belly. The faint outline of his human lover, master, and prey visible as Mikhail squirmed and, the dragon suspected, masturbated inside him. A pleased grin split the dragon’s maw as he admired his handy work, the tight flesh of his swollen stomach squirming before his very eyes. The Pet smacked his lips once before he ambled carefully over to his favorite place by the fire where he could settle down and enjoy himself.

With a satisfied sigh Brutus laid down in front of the fire, his full belly toward the fire. The Pet stroked one clawed paw down his stomach as the human within shifted and squirmed and muttered to himself, “Who’s the Pet now?” as Brutus turned his attention to his own erection. Inside the darkness of the Pet’s stomach, Mikhail did likewise and the two, Master and Pet, pleasured themselves as they reflected on the uniquely erotic situation they were in. It would have pleased both to know that they came nearly simultaneously before, exhausted from their mutual performance they both settled in for a nap.

Several hours later Grandmaster Zio knocked on the door of Mikhail’s dorm, intent to check in on his studies one last time. He rapped one gnarled, ancient knuckle on the door and waited, after a moment silence he knocked once more. The old wizard stroked his beard absently before flicking his wrist, a quick burst of magic unlocking the door and allowing him access. Zio leaned into the magical space and peered around. He saw Mikhail’s Pet, the mountain dragon Brutus napping by the fire but no sign of his prized student. Zio shrugged his shoulders as he pulled the door closed quietly. Mikhail had probably finally taken a break like he told him to. Still, Zio pondered as he tottered off back down the hall, was Brutus always that fat?