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Calypso wanted a challenge. It was far too easy to just corner someone who couldn't get away from her, to sit down and speak intimately with them where no one else could hear. She wanted to exercise the hypnotic properties of her vibrant, intoxicating wing patterns somewhere she could truly appreciate the thrill of the hunt. It made sense to go to the most public place she could think of, moving through the crowds in the brightly lit shopping mall, paying close attention to anyone who might have been looking her way. Which was a lot of people, given how brightly she stood out even in a dense crowd, fanning out those bare wings, scintillating, rosy patterns gleaming under the ample lighting. But she was moving too quickly to let anyone focus on her for too long.

It wasn't just that she wanted to test out her abilities in a public place, but that she wanted to specifically find out just how surgical she could be with them. She only wanted one, and her eyes were highly active, scanning back and forth in search of the perfect candidate for her desires. She saw him soon enough. He was a cutie of a deer, with an impressive set of fangs on him, perhaps even tusks. She knew as soon as she saw him that he was who she wanted. That was when she stretched her wings out a little farther, and removed the hat from her head that had partially concealed her crest. Plenty of other people were looking her way when she did that, but she only had eyes for him. All three of them.

Dragging off a dazed, barely coherent deer would have been far too obvious in such a public place, especially with so many people looking her way. No, to get it right, she had to make it look like the easiest thing in the world. He was sipping a light blue drink at a food court table when she approached, pulled up a chair, and just sat down across from him, looking directly into his face, fanning out her rosy frills, letting the simple stripes shift instead into something more swirly and scintillating. His eyes were already wide, his lips wrapped around the straw but no longer sucking, as he remained silent and fixated upon her, barely even seeming to blink. He only snapped out of that haze when she spoke to him.

"Hello there. It's good to meet you. Tell me your name." She didn't request it, but already commanded him to obey, in a firm but calming tone.

"Thoril," he said, almost immediately, setting down his drink.

"Good boy. You may call me Calypso. I'd like you to come home with me. Take my hand."

She turned over of her hands over, palm facing up, and extended it to him. He took the offer without hesitation, and together they rose from their seat, fingers wrapped tightly around each other's like they were some sort of romantic couple, and set out to return to her private den. All it had taken was letting him look at her for a little while, and offering him little more than a few suggestions, and he completely belonged to her, plucked right out of the crowd. The safety of the herd didn't apply when her hypnotic charm could wrap him up like a cozy blanket and just whisk him away into the unknown.

Thoril completely spaced out on the journey home. Did they travel by car, or did they walk? Or perhaps fly? He couldn't even remember stepping through the front door. All he remembered was her persistent, sweet scent, somehow subtle and rich all at once. He was soon looking at a broad, soft bed, one with plenty of room for the both of them, and slowly stepping out his clothing because she told him to. Every time he did what she said, he got such a lovely tingle from the back of his scalp and down his spine, just to know he was being good. It was enough to leave him anticipating her next command, excited at the mere prospect of her telling him to do something, anything, no matter how mundane it might have been. Such excitement was obvious once he was all stripped down, firming up more rapidly than he could ever remember doing. She didn't tell him to do that, but it was pretty much unavoidable, after basking in her seductive presence for so long.

When she reached down, and so casually touched him, grasping at his cock, letting it roll between her fingers as she dismissively stroked it, he was frozen. He stood up tall on his hooves, twitched his tail, and made a little huffy sound that almost turned into a bleat. One thing he didn't do, despite the urge to, was close his eyes. He couldn't stop looking at her, blinking as little as possible, feeling deprived of her even in those tiny moments when he had to. To merely stand there with her was enrapturing, and to be touched, even lightly, was enough to make his lower lip quiver, to make him feel like he was floating. In such a state, there was only one obvious course of action when she gestured to her bed.

"Lie down for me. On your back," she told him, and down he went, flopping over as if fainting. "Now stay still."

He didn't technically obey her, excited as he was. It wasn't just his cock that was throbbing, but his entire body, pulsing with the lust that flowed through him, leaving him trembling, his breath quavering as he did his best to stay steady. That wasn't easy when he was watching her move, watching her swinging her tail as she paced to each of his outstretched limbs in turn. The solid bedframe had four tall posts at each corner, and they were plenty strong. That was evident as she merrily took to tying him to the bed, binding his ankles and wrists alike, one by one, leaving him all stretched out and exposed, unable to protect himself from any of her desires. Of course, that all just made him harder, until he was spitting a generous dose of pre down onto his belly, a long strand of the glistening stuff swinging from his cocktip with every little spasm of his muscles.

Once he was all bound, she just loomed above him for a time. She extended her wings, she stared into his eyes. All of it was just redundant at that point. He was already claimed, already broken and trapped by her unnatural allure. Yet just swimming in her charms, his gaze darting over her elaborate pink patterns until he was going cross-eyed, felt like getting a soothing massage. Well, a massage that included plenty of attention to his shaft, given how it was flexing and spitting away without her even needing to touch it. Her presence alone was enough to get him off, bringing him to a peak with merely a gaze, but denying him release. Not yet. Not until she gave him her permission, or commanded it of him. He would be ready.

"You're a good one, Thoril. Such a fine catch. Now you're all mine, and I may do whatever I like with you. You won't object to any of it, will you?"

He swiftly shook his head.

"Good boy. Now, use your tongue well, and I will reward you."

Throil tested those bindings with his unintentional squirming. Just knowing she was about to touch him, about to give him the opportunity to show how much he already adored her body, made it impossible to hold still. It was even more squirm-worthy when she stepped up beside his head, still standing on the floor beside the bed, and raised a foot up above his face, only to slowly bring it down directly atop his features. She let her toes wrap around his muzzle, her soles slide up and down over his lips, and took her time in grinding the pleasant scent of her dragon foot into his senses. He simply breathed it in at first, sucking down a flavour just as enticing as the sight of her, a refined, intoxicating musk. Though even in his mesmerized state, he didn't forget what she just said, and soon got his tongue into the action.

Her taste was just as good as her scent, richly exotic in a way only dragons could ever be. He didn't just lick, but utterly slathered her foot in cervine drool, closing his eyes at last but still seeing a burned-in image of her patterns behind his eyelids as he worked. It was important to him to show her just how he felt, so he made sure not to miss a single detail. Whether that was carefully working between each toe in turn, massaging down into the crevice to get a slight dose of natural musk, or massaging the undersides with broad, heavy strokes of his wet tongue, or even carefully sucking on those claws of hers, he was as thorough as he reverent. A swipe around to get at her heels, and then over top as well, and he had completely covered everything in a spit-shine made thicker by his fondness for her flavour. She removed that foot from his face after a firm rub of her sole into his mouth and nose, and replaced it with the other.

Repeating the process simply came naturally to him, and allowed him to grow more and more inundated on the taste of her feet. It was a treat, a dessert, a decadent delight that ensured he stayed rigid all throughout the adoration process. Even better than tasting her was opening his eyes up again once she lifted the other foot from him, seeing the smile upon her face at his job well done. He could only wonder what sort of incredible pleasures she had in store for him. She was such a force of lust, such a powerful entity, he half expected her to just cast a spell to make him orgasm instantly or something wild like that. But what she had in mind was much simpler, and even better.

He could have cum on the spot just to see her settling down between his legs, sitting between his ankles. Managing to hang on for so long gave him a sense of pride, though he was pressing a tusk into his lower lip soon as she moved to actually touch him. She didn't use her hands, instead leaning back, bracing herself against the bedframe, and stretching her long legs out to place the very same glistening soles upon his cock he'd just done such a good job of worshipping. His response was to instantly moan, sounding almost more startled than pleasured, groaning out as he writhed there in the bindings, unable to even move his hips much with how tightly he was stretched out. That just meant she had full control, free reign to toy with him and pleasure him however she liked.

She started slow, just pressing firm, squishing her pads up against his shaft. Upping the pressure little by little, she tested how hard she could squeeze until he was trembling a little. It didn't hurt, but it maybe was a little much. He didn't object, at least vocally. Once she found his limit, she set to stroking up and down, keeping him clasped in her curled toes, making a slick, scritchy sound as the texture of her dragon feet went gliding and fondling along his throbbing inches. His eyes were half-open, the deer struggling to keep them that way, not wanting to miss any of the luscious site of her massaging him with her delicious feet. He would have rutted those fine paws, fucked them, rubbed his dick all over them if she only gave him the chance, or commanded it, but he was just going to have to stay right in place, quivering from ears to tail as she brought him to the edge but never sent him over into the sweet release he had primed and ready.

Maybe it was his own willpower, or maybe it was his control, but either way, he still managed to hang on. His body simply would not cum, even as she grew more reckless with grinding her soles along his shaft. She worked down as well, pressing her toes against his balls, toying with them, kneading them, and brushed her feet flatly up and down the inside of his thighs when she was done with that. And just to top it all off, she wrapped the toes of one foot around the base of his cock, keeping it steady, while she raised the other to glide along the very tip of his member, rubbing all the pre over her sole, letting it smear and stick to those well-licked details, shining and wet to the sight for as long as he could see them.

Soon his focus had to shift, with her crawling towards him, still looking him straight in the face, making him feel like she could read his thoughts. Such as they were. He really wasn't thinking about anything but her at that point, and how lovely he found her body and demeanour. She left him vibrating with pleasure, a mere breath away from orgasm, spurting pre straight up into the air before it fluttered down in a musky mist. Yet it was not yet to be, even as she stripped from her outfit, letting it fall carelessly to the floor as she bore her bare body before his widening eyes. He didn't even know where to look first, dancing up and down her bare scales and curves, taking in as many details as he could, rapidly scanning as if being timed. Eventually he just made his way back up to her face, and saw her smile to him again.

"I enjoyed your tongue. I would like some more of it, and you're going to give it to me, until I tell you to stop," she told him, and he still had no objections.

That was when she turned around with a sultry swish of her long tail. He got a brief, intimate look at her ample backside before she was simply climbing atop him, eclipsing him with her relative heft, burying him beneath her curves as she deftly, soundly sat upon his face. With knees bent and planted on either side of his shoulders and ribs, she could squeeze him tight and keep him smothered while he remained completely helpless to push or squirm, utterly pinned beneath the base of her tail, muzzle trapped between the cheeks of her fine ass. Her pussy was wet, pressed down against his chest, dribbling sweet nectar upon his fur, but that wasn't where he had him focused, kissing the heated hole of her backside right up against his lips, making the most unsubtle of unspoken suggestions.

He didn't hesitate, extending his tongue at once, pressing firm and digging deep as he massaged the outside and soon the inside of her rump all in one go. That got the first sound of approval from her, a brief, puffed note of pleasure that made his cheeks redden with pride. He was making her feel good, and that just encouraged him to go harder, faster, giving her the wettest, deepest rimjob she'd ever had. Or so he hoped. He wasn't just licking her rim, but plunging right inside, penetrating her tight ring and pushing in and out while he closed his eyes and groaned deep in his throat. She was riding him, slowly bucking, bouncing on his face and bumping her hips forward and back. That made sure he got every little detail, causing her to make little clenches around his slurper when he touched upon a particularly sensitive spot. She made a few brushes over her sex with her fingers, but mostly she was focused on just how good his tongue felt inside of her, and how well his lips kissed right up against that tight hole, making out with her, French kissing her beneath the tail as succulently as he might meet her in an ordinary smooch.

She stayed right in place, not giving him even an instant of air, completely smothering him in dragoness booty until he was starting to feel faint. His eyes were already close, but they were rolling back, and the initial surge of eagerness that came with eating out her ass grew weaker, until he was merely waggling his tongue inside of her, and then hardly moving at all. It wasn't like he could move much in the first place, but she felt him slumping, giving in, trying to hold on and doing so valiantly, but even his body had limits. She lingered for just a few moments longer, getting a tingle out of the naughtiness of it all, pushing him so very close to passing out entirely. Perhaps for good if she wasn't careful. She knew he would have let her do it.

But no, she wasn't done with him just yet. She pulled from his face with a messy, squelching pop, leaving his tongue limply flopping down to his chin, and her asshole glistening with how much drool he left behind upon it. She turned again, stroking her claws slowly up and down his chest and belly while he recovered, gasping and catching his breath as best he could. When he was only lightly panting again, she threw a leg over him, sat upon his cock, pinning it down but not quite penetrating herself with it. She was content to simply smoosh it down with her soaked sex, gliding up and down and lubing up his every inch while he whimpered, struggling not to blow his load all over her right that moment. She still hadn't told him he could.

When she spoke again, she was looking directly into his eyes, bobbing her head slowly from side to side, somehow causing herself to be even more hypnotic than before. He locked upon her gaze, completely undistracted, paying no mind to anything but her.

"You've been very good, Thoril. I think I'm ready to untie you, but you have to promise me something."

It took him a few moments to even remember how to speak before he replied.

"Anything."

"You have to promise to be good for me, so I can give you your next reward. You'll let me do whatever I want, right?"

He nodded rapidly, his voice almost toneless. "Of course."

"I thought so. If you keep your promise, I'll even let you cum. You deserve it."

He didn't move much even once he was free, doing little more than pulling his limbs back in and stretching them out here and there. She was still on top of him the whole time, swaying her tail and head alike, ensuring he could never truly focus or scan back through his memories. He still had no idea how he got there, just that he was there. It was all that mattered to him anymore. She made him snort and give and overwhelmed whine as she put even more pressure on his cock, almost slipping him inside, tantalizing him with that possibility as his shaft stroked lengthwise between her silken folds. Instead, she just came close, and puffed warmly in his face, letting him take in the scent of her breath. It was just as alluring as the rest of her, infused with an indescribably enchanting fragrance that kept him throbbing and dripping without pause.

It started as a kiss, and a forceful one at that. She swiftly robbed his arms of their newfound freedom, seizing him by the wrists and forcing them down flat on the bed as she locked her lips with his. This time it was her turn to shove her tongue into him, and she did so firmly and slickly, plunging it towards the back of his throat, filling his mouth entirely as she whipped it from inside his one cheek to the other. He was a helpless recipient of such a deep smooch, trying to lick back but too slow to keep up with her own tongue. She pressed deeper and deeper into it, mashing his muzzle into her own, leaving him far too overwhelmed to even realize how far he'd gone into her jaws until it was too late. She was already pulling her tongue back out to instead lick over his face as she shoved him into the darkness of her maw.

Even realizing she was eating him alive wasn't enough to actually break him from that highly suggestible state. He'd promised her, after all. He was going to be good. Besides, he did have doubts she could actually do it, at least until she showed absolutely no sign of being bothered by his antlers. It took just a little positioning, and they were pointed straight down her gullet, her innards more than tough enough to endure a firmer texture like that. She was a dragoness after all, made to consume prey even when they had pointy bits like teeth and claws. One deer wasn't going to give her any trouble.

He listened to her heart, slow and steady, but growing faster as he got his whole face drenched in her saliva, getting pointed down into her throat. He was bulging her out, but it hardly mattered. She was as talented as she was flexible, and she was hungry, most of all. He heard the rumbles down below, echoing up the fleshy tunnel of her throat and bombarding him on his way inside. Everything grew slick and noisy, her potent swallows kneading and massaging around his features, soon overtaking his shoulders and his arms as she stuffed them inside, leaving them trapped against his chest. He ended up with his palms pinned to his chest like a mummy while he made his sweltering descent, feeling her rolling back and rising from his pinned body so that she could lift him into the air a little more with each pulsing guzzle.

At least she didn't forget how horny he was. When she got his belly and his lower back sliding in over the tips of her teeth, she lashed her tongue out like a fleshy whip and wrapped it right around his cock. That was enough to make him go perfectly rigid, sticking his legs straight out in the air as he struggled to even properly process how good that felt. She didn't give him time to recover, and she soon had his hips and ass framed between her lips while she jerked him off with her nimble tongue, sending pre and spit alike flinging off his swollen shaft while he kicked wildly in her hungering grasp. It looked like he was struggling, but that was just him trying to contend with how good it felt to finally let go, to embrace all the pleasure, and rush towards a mind-shattering spurt in a matter of seconds.

No one could have faulted him for going off so quickly. Not when he was under such an assault, and especially after waiting and dripping so patiently for so long. With a sharp clench of near every single muscle in his body, he was finally creaming himself for her, spurting all over her lower lip and down to her breasts, her belly, even her pussy, absolutely gushing out while his legs twitched and convulsed. It looked almost violent, like some kind of seizure, but it was just him properly expressing as best his still-visible bottom half still could how it felt to finally cum for that seductive beauty. His cries and screams of bliss were all muffled down inside of her, a steady stream of juicy 'mmphs' that would have been so much bigger if not for the fleshy embrace of her insides around his face. But she wasn't letting him out for anything.

When he finally trickled his last, and shot a few watery strands right into her open mouth as she sucked his sensitive cock inside, he slumped. His legs fell totally limp, dangling from her jaws, and he let out a long sigh that could have ended in him falling asleep if it wasn't for the sudden swallow that followed it. That was enough to rouse him again, making him gasp as she whipped her head back and flung his limp legs into the air, letting them flop around and flail as she finished him with a sloppy slurp. On the outside, it was a gratuitously juicy sound of slurping and suckling that finally pushed his face down into her waiting, gurgling gut and tucked him away. Inside, he could only hear the gurgling churns that welcomed him to her digestive system, and he was far too content to do anything but accept the tight squeeze of his slimy new home.

She pushed upon the base of his hooves with one outstretched finger, though her body didn't need the help to pack him away beneath her scales. Her gut was rounded and stretched, shaped around the form of her pleasure-drunk prey, constricting nearly airtight around his form. She could see almost every detail, and stroke at them all she liked as she scooted over to the top of the bed and sprawled out, getting some pillows beneath her so she could properly enjoy the digestive symphony to come. Her gut was already growling intensely, slopping and slorping all over Thoril's body, and any attempts at communication on his part were silenced by the juicy digestive noise. He wasn't exactly tucked away in the perfect fetal position, more shoved straight down, his face flatly smearing through the slime at the bottom of her stomach, but she wasn't paying him much more mind by then. He was all hers to claim and use how she liked, and digest if she wished. Which she most certainly did.

All she was thinking about as she sat back and dipped two fingers into her sex, rubbing at her cum-sheened body and her prey-stuffed gut with the other hand, was how right this triumph had proven her. She deserved everything she wanted. She had the means to take it, whenever she wanted, whoever she wanted. And once she was done digesting Thoril whole, she was going to have a nice long nap and look forward to the new padding on her unfairly bewitching body once he was all properly processed and added to her curves. Simply because she wanted him, he now belonged to her, and no one could have stopped him from meeting a fate he had always wanted, even if he never knew he did until he looked upon her enthralling elegance.