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Do majestic gryphons stir your interest? Or perhaps is it dragons that have always fascinated you? If you're like me and often dreamed of a world where these gorgeous creatures can coexist with humans, then check out my story market here and help me fund a couple of exciting stories. https://www.sofurry.com/view/1341827

Plenty of adventure, romantic moments, as well as lewd ones await your support, brave adventurer!

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Story description: A small fennec wizard commissions a dragon for his twisted sexual pleasures.

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Sirek sat in the comfortable chair of his arcane study and mindlessly watched his creations hover around the corner of the cave that earned such name. What he had was not really as grand as a library. More like, the barest of necessities. The spherical constructs still treated the cramped place with the respect it deserves, brushing off dust, evaporating mold, keeping the place clean. They might have looked clumsy at a glance, yet they were so much more efficient at cleaning the crevices. Something not a tall anthro with pudgy fingers could brag about. It baffled Sirek, to see how many uneducated fools were afraid of magic. In the proper hands, magic could achieve far more than any of the traditional sciences.

Yet even magic had its limits. For as powerful as he was, not even Sirek the Great could conjure a plate of food out of nowhere. For that, he had to rely on Vanji, his lizard housekeeper, one of the first sentient constructs he had created. He made Vanji of sandstone, one of the cheaper ores that could withstand the binding with magic-infused metal alloy. As such, his housekeeper wasn't the keenest mind in the household, but he was good enough to accomplish the basic functions of a servant.

If only that was enough to get Sirek rid of this pestering headache.

The small fennec fox closed his eyes. A flicker of concentration was all he needed to inform the lizard of his needs. In a few minutes, Vanji lumbered into the study and carefully procured the uneaten meal from Sirek's desk, its topaz colored eyes hollow and lifeless, very different from Sirek's stern gaze. The pucker-lipped grey bitch from the marketplace still weighted heavily on his mind. How could she, a lowly dog, cast a wizard of the fifth ascent out of the marketplace with word of mouth alone? She should've bowed her head.

No. Better to kneel, and only then bow low to the ground, kiss the feet of her superiors, and remain like that until her spine cracked and her knees ruptured from all that kneeling.

"Master. I can sense your disquiet. Am I granted permission to act upon your thoughts?" another construct spoke on a calm, monotonous voice.

Sirek's seething gaze moved over to Fydas, his onyx jackal detective, a brilliant choice to extract his vengeance upon the naughty bitch from the marketplace.

The fennec toyed with the idea for a few minutes. Poison her food? Infect her with a sexually transmitted disease? Or perhaps slit one of her ligaments so she crawled around like the piece of filth that she was? The choices were infinite in number. All so deliciously enticing for a fox tempted by vengeance.

"No," Sirek jumped onto the ground and paced around the room, his puffy toe pads barely making any sound on the cave's floor. "No, no, no. This has to be done by me. ME! Not some useless lump of rock!" Sirek shot a stunning beam that deactivated Fydas in the blink of an eye.

The fennec crawled over to the fallen jackal. "You don't drink, you don't fuck, you can't do anything without your lifeless servants. That's what she told me!" Sirek screamed at the jackal that fell to one knee, now still as any other statue made of stone. "She lumps me with the rest of that filth, but I'll show her. Oh...I'll show her what kind of male I am down there. In due time, she is going to receive exactly what she deserves. But first..."

Sirek placed his little paw on the jackal's cold foot. A surge of light enveloped the construct's body, feeding him with the light he craved for. Fydas came awake with a rocky groan, blinked his sapphire eyes a few times, then nodded his head at the surge of thoughts it received from the wizard.

"It will be done, master."

"Wait." Sirek sent an emerald bolt from his hand that connected with the lifeless shape of a house cat, bringing it to life. "Take Jade with you. Discretion is of utmost importance. If any of her goons are still out there, return home immediately. I don't want the Guild to get involved in our private affairs."

It took a few hours for the sound of claws to accompany the thumping steps of his jackal. Sirek ordered his servants back to their duties and slowly walked over to the specimen they brought, a young bronze anthro dragon named Jayren. His connection to the realm of earth was strong. Bronze dragons like him carried the ability to carve passages through stone and pulverize the toughest of minerals; yet this particular warrior was dressed too well for this special occasion.

"Do you know why you're here, drake?" Sirek asked as he rounded the creature's feet. He was small. Barely reaching past the dragon's ankles. But he didn't feel as such. Every step exuded confidence, and even Jayren, a warrior of the bronze order, had trouble matching the fennec's gaze.

"Y-yes." The dragon looked down with respect at the fennec wizard. "Your butler informed me of...what's expected of me today."

"You sound tense," Sirek placed a hand on one of the dragon's scaled toes, caressing along one of his well curved claws. "Does it unnerve you, to be around a wizard that can pluck your scales off before you can blink? Or perhaps it is my size that unmans you?"

"N-no sir. It's just..." the dragon rubbed his palms apprehensively, the grinding of scales against scales music to Sirek's ears. "This is the first time I've been commissioned for something like this."

Sirek grinned at the dragon's choice of words. "And what do you think 'this' is?"

"I am to be inspected, of course. Then...uhm...your butler used the word pleasure a few times."

"Indeed," Sirek levitated himself to the dragon's chest so he could touch the fine amber crystals that decorated his shoulders. "Pleasure can take many forms. Are you committed to serve at my command? My tastes can be quite different than what you'd expect."

"I am, sir," the dragon said, hope brewing inside his golden eyes. "The payment you offer can feed my family for months. If...if you ask me to suck your cock dry, I shall enjoy every drop."

The dragon flicked his tongue over his maw. Whether it was due to nerves, or simply excitement, Sirek did not know, nor did he care to find out.

"Come with me then."

Jayren followed him into the depths of the small cave. They entered the bedroom, a cozy looking alcove that came with a large bed, a nightstand, and two small bookcases filled with scrolls and spellbooks.

"Take a seat," Sirek waved towards the bed.

Jayren seated himself on a bed of his size, much larger than Sirek had need of, crafted just for this purpose.

"Divest yourself of your garments. Let us see if the strength to break the earth apart is more than just magic."

Jayren got back on his feet. He unclasped his cloak, then pulled off his leather vest. He handed the items to Fydas, then proceeded to remove the rest of his clothes after the jackal left, allowing them to crumple onto the stone at his feet.

"Good. This is the first step." Sirek nodded in appreciation at the dragon's fine features. "How do you feel?"

"Naked, sir. And a bit cold."

"We'll take care of that in a moment," Sirek used his levitation spell to move freely around the naked dragon, taking in the details of his scales, admiring the outlines of the strong muscles that hid beneath this beast's armored hide.

"Am I...pleasing enough, sir?"

"The eyes can only reveal a finite amount of knowledge." Sirek descended between the dragon's legs to reach into the male's crude vent. "To find the right answer, one must probe deeper..." the squelching of the wet flesh around his fingers put a smile on his face. The dragon was warmer than he expected. Bigger too. "Now that is...impressive." Sirek fondled the male's sleeping erection for a bit before he plopped his gooey hand out. "Get on the bed."

The dragon obeyed. He spread his arms to the sides, but not his legs. The irritation from being probed down there by a dry hand must've annoyed him still.

"Spread those," Sirek insisted. "There's no reason why you should keep your cock concealed. If you grow, you grow."

"That's...not the problem, sir. Your chamber is colder than what I'm used to."

Sirek didn't wait for the dragon to finish that silly line of thought. He grabbed his snout from both sides, then moved his fingers over his sharp teeth to grab hold of his slimy tongue. He nodded in appreciation at how wet it felt, then trailed his slimy fingers down his captive's chest.

"Fydas made you aware of my desires, yes?"

He nodded.

"I am not going to be gentle. If I want something, I will take what I need without asking for your consent."

"Yes sir. I am prepared to do whatever it takes."

The tension in his muscles spoke a different story. Sirek made no comment on it though. He just slid both of his furred hands closer and closer to the home of the dragon's erection, until his clammy fingers sunk into that heaven of flesh once again.

"Mrrrffff," the amber dragon squeezed his nether muscles hard around the intrusion. He wanted to push Sirek out.

And that made the wizard all the more eager to grasp at the member hiding within. To rub the coarse pads of his fingers over flesh too sensitive for such rough treatment.

"S-sir. I need time to-"

Sirek only had to twitch his head, and ethereal chains immediately appeared out of nowhere. They coiled around each of the dragon's limbs like living snakes, to restrain him like a prisoner waiting for his fate to be decided by a higher authority.

"Sir, I haven't gotten hard yet. Quickening this process will only spoil the pleasure!"

Another chain sealed that bothersome snout shut.

"Your presence here gives me all the consent I need, drake." Sirek said over the squelching mess he made inside the dragon's pulsating vent. "You cannot speak while you're in my bed. You cannot move. Your body belongs to me, and your mind...your mind should rest, knowing that choice has been entirely stripped from you."

The wizard gave the dragon's cock one final tug before he pulled his hand out of the soaked vent. "What you have is a safe word. Lidarvuim. Speak it, and I will grant you back your freedom, but do it too soon, and you will return back to your family empty handed. Do we have a deal, drake?"

Jayren nodded his head several times before Sirek let his maw free.

"Speak it. I want to hear you consent to my terms."

"Yes sir. We have a deal."

A devious smile spread over the little wizard's face. Jayren's puckered entrance looked so much softer than his body. It was a scale-less place that squeezed with what appeared to be anticipation; a tunnel even more sensitive than the soaked depths of the slit Sirek had just probed, and proportionally more revolting. Sirek had no plans to put his hands anywhere near the dragon's murky ass. With a wave of his hand, he summoned his entire army of artificial cocks he crafted for his own exotic pleasures. From tiny felines to the ridged, spiked dragons of the north, Sirek had pretty much everything in his collection, a fact that Jayren quickly came to find out himself. The amber dragon's whimpers turned into growls, then screams as cock after cock entered his tailhole, each larger and weirder than the last.

"What kind of fighter are you, to scream like a woman?" Sirek frowned as he plunged the replica of a blue dragon's ridged cock deeper inside his captive's tailhole. "Is the cock of your feral kin too big for you to endure, rock-shaper?"

Sirek plunged the cock deeper with a flick of his dripping hand. Ridge after ridge sunk past Jayren's quivering rim. He had three more to take. Just three fleshy bumps that were too big, too thick, too hard for his untrained ass to cope with.

"Hrraaaaaaaaaaaawwww! Stop! Please, stop!" His maw split apart with a scream that heated Sirek's blood in all the wrong ways.

"Pathetic," Sirek levitated himself over to the dragon's maw. The humid air expelled by his breath felt delightful on his nethers, and, with a simple flicker of thought, Sirek let himself drop cock-first into that steamy maw, cock and balls altogether disappearing between Jayren's trembling jaws.

"Suck," Sirek slapped the dragon's head. "Do what you promised, slave. Suck the cum out of me until there's nothing left but piss to hurl down your throat."

Jayren's feeble tongue traveled along his erect member, tickled his balls...yet this wasn't the furious suckling Sirek expected. The dragon's pain was greater than the need to please his master. He preferred to whimper over a sore ass rather than suck the cock of his employer like a proper slave.

Annoyed, Sirek gave him ass to lick instead. He bounced on top of Jayren's snout, ass cheeks splitting around the amber dragon's wrinkling nose.

"What's the matter, dragon? Is my musk too strong for your kind? Lick, I said! Lick like your life depends on it."

He felt Jayren's tongue on his cheeks a couple of times, but never upon the entrance of his rim. It was too vile. Too gross even for a fucking slave.

"You can split the earth apart, yet not my ass? Very well," Sirek floated through the air, back to Jayren's backside. "If being a passive wretch suits you, then I shall give you something to moan over."

That said, Sirek plunged his erect member into the slimy confines of Jayren's twitching vent. The amber dragon's eyes widened with what appeared to be pleasure, and this emboldened Sirek's urge to thrust. To cum into that delightfully wet cave. He thrust, thrust, thrust, pouring his rage deeper inside Jayren's squeezing slit with each pounding motion of his hips, until the amber dragon's growing protrusion started to push him out.

"Not today, whelp," Sirek gritted his teeth. He slammed both hands onto Jayren's throbbing erection, making him whimper miserably as his eager member slowly got crammed back inside its home. Every male wanted to cum when his instincts reached a certain point of stimulation. Sirek could agree with that.

But he could not let a moaning, useless slave have his way with him. When his hands slowly lost the battle with the amber dragon's cock, Sirek used his magic to drain the blood from Jayren's cock, making him softer and softer, until his useless, flaccid cock sunk back home with a pathetic plop.

"Nrrraawwwww!" the amber dragon cry of shame was the catalyst of Sirek's climax. With one last desperate push, the wizard plunged himself into that wet heaven of pleasure so hard that even his testicles disappeared between the amber walls of Jayren's vent.

Sirek unleashed his own scream, vibrant and full of life, matching the rapid squirts of the ivory semen that thoroughly covered Jayren's flaccid erection, his yowl of defeat, an aphrodisiac to Sirek's twitching ears.

"Aaaaaahhhhh." The little wizard pushed his dripping member out and smiled over the mess that gushed in his wake. "Seems you were good for something, after all. What a bother. Fydas should have picked someone stronger. I can usually rely on his choices, but today...today, I am afraid you will leave my home only with my cum inside you."

"Wh-what?" Jayren's eyes widened like two amber grapes. "You can't. I've-"

"I demanded a strong dragon, not a whelp that brought me nothing but disappointment." Sirek sealed the dragon's snout back with several loops of ghost rope. "You can't keep your whining maw shut when I fill your ass with cock that should be familiar to your kind, can't tongue the crack of my ass because of how musky it is, can't even keep your damned cock inside when I fuck you like a female. Did I tell you how much I despise them? Females?" Sirek spat at that word as if it was poison. "I'd rather fuck my constructs than put my cock anywhere near those...distasteful creatures. Now go."

With a flick of his hand, Sirek removed all the restraints that kept the dragon tied to the bed. Jayren, however, was not ready to leave just yet.

"Sir...sir, please...I tried my best. This is the first time I do something like this."

"That's the best you can do? Excuses?" Sirek scoffed. "Get out of my cave or you will crap pancakes for the rest of your life."

"Sir, I need the money." Jayren pleaded. "I'm not-I'm not even into males, to know what they desire, to-."

"You what?"

The dragon snapped his maw shut.

"No, tell me," Sirek levitated over Jayren's defenseless form. "Say it again. You're not what?"

"I'm-I'm not gay..." Jayren's breath stopped right after he spoke those words, his eyes, analyzing Sirek's reaction almost obsessively.

"Alright," the little wizard dropped back on the bed. He caressed Jayren's trembling form slowly, like a mother taking care of her child. "I understand how...difficult it must have been to cope with my demands. I am not like the others, to smile my way through the crowd, go out with my circle of friends, to pretend and lie about what a great life I have. Truth is...I have nobody."

"You...understand me?"

"Yes, Jayren. I understand..." Sirek's calm voice masked the rattling of the lifeless cocks, his massage lulling Jayren into a calmer state of false security.

"That means...you'll see me paid. Thank you, sir. Thank you. My family...you've no idea how grateful they'll be."

A warm smile spread over Sirek's face. "But of course. I will see you are appropriately rewarded for your valued service."

Sirek snapped his fingers again, turning all the cocks he had in his collection back upon Jayren. The biggest, a replica of a black dragon of the volcanic lands, speared into Jayren's sensitive ass, while the others desperately sought a crevice to penetrate. They went between his toes. Through his fingers. Inside his nose. Everywhere. There was nowhere he could flee. He could not even breathe with three, four, five artificial cocks fighting for the right to stuff his maw.

Sirek enjoyed the show for what seemed like hours. In reality, Jayren lasted only a couple of minutes before his ass started to crack apart around the black dragon's indomitable cock.

Sirek pulled his cock army back. He had no patience for Jayren's pathetic begging, so he had his lifeless servants escort him out of the cave.

"Was it wise? Tto send him on his way with his memory still intact, master?"

Sirek glanced over the trail of blood left by Jayren's ruptured ass, then hovered over to sit on Fydas' shoulder.

"No. He can still complain to the Guild for abuse, even with the money I promised. Double his payment. See to it that he receives it today, in person. And have Jade stalk him for the next couple of days. If this pathetic, small-ass, limp-cock whiner gets anywhere close to one of the Guild's Ascendants, we shall show him just how deep our vengeance can pierce."