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"We ought to go faster!" the fox called from behind the dragon. Dreviren glanced back at the vulpine. He had the right of it. The black-scaled dragon gave him a nod and sped up his steps.

Dreviren wasn't an expert tracker. No, in fact, they were tracking their expert tracker. Still, the signs were easy enough to follow. Even the footprints were still visible on the earth beneath the thick foliage of the deep forest. The smaller, feral-like pawpads belonging to the hunting dogs followed by the larger ones belonging to the tiger that owned the beasts. Dreviren had expected more from Jevier, the tiger acting as the survival expert of their little adventuring group. He knew the tiger had special care for his three well-trained feral wolfdogs, but sprinting after them when they got spooked in dangerous territory was just outright foolish.

They had been running for a while already. Dreviren frowned. They couldn't keep up with the fast pace forever, but unless Jevier was still running just as fast after his dogs, the dragon was pretty sure they should have caught up with him already. Wayne, the fox running with him, was starting to pant by his side. He was considering rethinking their approach when suddenly Dreviren felt his heart clench inside his chest. Every single one of his black scales tingled with a chill running down his spine. The dragon recognized the feeling right away.

Magic.

He stopped in his tracks and Wayne did too by his side. The fox wasn't as sensitive to magic as Dreviren was, he knew that much. In fact, none of his other four companions were. Graham, the wolven paladin, had a few notions on how to detect magic, but both Wayne, the sneaky rogue and Velven, who called himself a bard, were pretty much just commoners. Regardless, the magic in that forest was so strong that he could see the short fox's hackles rising behind his neck in response to it. It was so thick in the forest that Dreviren swore he could almost see it in the air. Fleeting forms of its physical twisted shapes were still caught on the corners of his draconic eyes, but he could never grasp them. Most of his kin could, but Dreviren had never been able to.

"Something is definitely not right," the dragon said. He looked around, wary, but saw no signs of danger nearby. This wizard they were hunting must be powerful indeed to have such a large dominion over magic. The dragon's frown deepened. He didn't like any of that at all.

"I'm starting to think that Jevier's dogs sprinting away wasn't just an accident," he continued while pulling his longbow from his back. The dragon held on to it and kept his hand close to the small quiver of arrows that hung behind his waist.

"Ya think this's a trap of some sort? But we can't leave Jev alone out ther' anyway!" The fox drew a dagger from his belt just as well.

"That's what makes it smart," the dragon grunted. No matter where he looked, the forest was still. No animals, no critters, no wind. It felt... unnatural. "You smelling anything?"

Dreviren tried to give the air a few sniffs, as did Wayne at his side.

"Just the forest. Mostly flowers," the fox answered. Same as he did. Dreviren glanced down and noticed that, if anything, the number of those unusual cream-colored flowers that plagued the forest was increasing. They were harmless, but their singular odor was so overwhelming that it made it hard to do any scent-based tracking.

"We'll continue with more care," the dragon announced. They couldn't afford to rush into a trap. Dreviren felt a sense of great worry rising within him. He had a very bad feeling about this whole thing and his gut feelings were usually right. "This trail feels wrong. There's magic all around us. I can just... feel it. Jevier might be in trouble."

Wayne seemed just as upset about the whole thing as he was. "All the more reason for us not to stand here talkin' crap and just go."

Perhaps even a little more upset than him, the dragon noticed.

The fox took the lead, walking instead of running, and taking more measured steps. Dreviren watched him, then nodded to follow along. They walked for quite a while longer. The trail was still very present, but the dragon worried that they didn't seem to be getting anywhere. The tingle of magic surrounding them was still there too. With each moment that passed, the dragon grew more worried about the tiger.

Dreviren glanced back the way they came. There was also some measure of worry about Graham and Velven. They had left the paladin and bard alone back there, but the dragon trusted the wolf to be able to handle any immediate threats well enough. Graham was diligent and competent in what he did.

A sound made both of them freeze. Dreviren brought a finger up to his snout to motion silence and carefully readied an arrow on his bow. The dragon stepped forward, each foot coming down as silent and careful as possible. There was sunlight ahead, which meant a clearing. Through the bushes, he could see movement, but it was impossible to tell if it was Jevier or the enemy. They could never be too careful.

"I'll circle the clearing through the right. You go left," the dragon whispered to the fox, barely even making a sound. "I will go in first. You find a good spot and, if things take a bad turn, you sneak in and take him down."

They had executed that plan before. Dreviren held on to his arrow. If the magic-user was there, striking him before he could see them would be ideal. Magic was too unpredictable to plan around and the dragon liked to have things under control. He could feel it all over the place, like a tiny itch all over his body.

"Strike down... the wizard? You think he'll be here?" the fox asked.

"I can feel it," he answered, nodding.

He exchanged a look with the fox and they no longer needed any words. Wayne was remarkably silent even in the woods as he crouched and scuttered away. Dreviren made an effort to be just as silent, but he knew he had Wayne's backup if things went south.

The dragon took the long turn through the right making sure he was far enough from the clearing to avoid being seen.

As Dreviren moved along with care he got worried about the sounds coming from the clearing. Or, rather, about the lack of sounds. If Jeviren was there, wasn't he fighting? Had he been defeated? The worry gnawed inside Dreviren and made him quicken his steps. The dragon kept the clearing well within sight and, when he thought he had circled enough, he got ready to approach the opening, but the sound of movement in the woods coming from near him startled the dragon. In a heartbeat he had an arrow nooked into his bow pointing at the direction of the sound. The leaves rumbled and, from between the trees... stepped one of Jevier's feral dogs.

The wolfdog let out one single, loud bark towards him. Dreviren lowered his bow, but grit his teeth glancing towards the clearing. The dog barked again, so he started approaching the canine to make him be quiet, else his position might be revealed. As soon as he got close to the wolfdog, however, he saw that something was wrong. The dog's eyes were... burning? Not really burning, because the canine was standing there as if nothing was happening, but it was a faint, blue-like visible fire. Dreviren's scales started to tingle and itch. The stench of magic was all over him.

The dog barked at him again. Dreviren took a step back from the canine. Whatever was happening was very, very wrong indeed. He glanced towards the clearing again, thinking the source must be there, but when he did, he no longer saw the glimmers of light coming from between the trees. The dragon blinked and looked around, but he quickly realized that he was... not in the same place anymore. It was still the forest, but the trees, the plants, everything had moved. He had moved. The clearing was nowhere to be seen.

"What's going on?!" the dragon asked out loud towards the dog as if he could answer. The beast just stood there, staring at him. His tail even started wagging. The dragon let out a growl of frustration and turned away, heading in the direction the clearing was in. He cut through and made his way past the thick foliage, but there was no sign of it. At least not in that direction. Nothing of the path he was treading looked familiar in any direction. Dreviren was forced to stop after a while, realizing he had become lost.

Magic was still in the air. He was sure it was some sort of trick! The forest seemed denser than before. The thick canopy of trees blocked most of the sun above him. The forest's flowers were everywhere among thicker bushes, tangles of tree roots and plants of all kinds on the ground. A sound behind him made the dragon turn, but it turned out to be just Jevier's dog again. It stood there, watching him, and barked again.

The dragon stared at him. Something was wrong with the dog and with the forest as a whole. Had he fallen in some sort of trap? The dog in front of him turned around, then took a few steps into the forest again, but stopped to look back at him before continuing. His intention was clear.

Dreviren frowned heavily, but after a few seconds of hesitation, he proceeded to follow the dog.

The dragon kept his distance from the canine, who clearly wasn't behaving normally. Jevier had trained the wolfdogs, but not that well. The faint fire around its eyes was a clear indication of magic, too. Dreviren kept his bow at ready with an arrow in hand, eyes fixated on the dog as the beast skipped over roots and took different turns within the forest as if he knew where he was going. The more the dragon walked, the more frustrated he grew.

The forest he was walking by did not look familiar at all. What had happened to Jevier? And Wayne? He could only hope that the fox had gotten to the clearing to help the tiger before he too got caught in the same sort of trap. It angered the dragon that there was nothing he could do to get rid of the magic surrounding him and escape. If only he could harness it like the rest of his kind could...

He treaded after the dog for a long while. The black-scaled dragon was always alert and wary of his surroundings, but the forest was as quiet as it always was save for the sound of his feet combined with the light padding of the feral dog ahead of him. Several times he considered that perhaps he shouldn't follow the dog, since that was clearly what whoever was controlling him wanted, but what would he do then? If he got to meet the one behind the magic then, even though he was alone, perhaps he could find ways to deal with them.

The dragon still followed the dog for quite some time before the canine finally came to a halt. His tail started wagging as if he was happy to see something, and he turned towards Dreviren and barked. The dog happily bounced and jumped past a wall of foliage. The itch of magic tingling in Dreviren's scales was at its highest. The dragon felt his heart beating faster. He gripped his bow and arrow with certainty and, carefully, stepped forth to cross through the vegetation as well.

What he saw seemed like a picture taken straight from a book.

A tree of the like he had never dreamed of seeing stood before him. It was as if the regular trees of the forest were nothing but little saplings compared to the majesty of the one that stood there. Its trunk was as thick as a castle's tower and it went up so high that the canopies of trees surrounding it wouldn't allow Dreviren to see how tall it really was. How had they not spotted something like that from afar? Around the base there was a large dome made purely of the thick, mossy roots of the tree, opening wide around the base to form what looked like a house made of nature itself before the roots buried themselves into the earth around it.

From the roots and moss, thousands of those cream-colored flowers sprouted, giving the whole thing an air of pure serenity and beauty as well as filling the air with the sweet scent of their unique odor. Dreviren found himself shocked by the sight in such a way that it wasn't until Jevier's dog barked one more time that his eyes snapped towards the feral beast. He noticed the dog was standing next to what appeared to be a door. Right on the dome of brown and green tree roots. The door was made of wood as well, but it was ornate and well-made, so it looked slightly out of place next to the natural beauty of the tree itself.

"Welcome to my humble den!"

The voice came from behind the dragon. In a heartbeat, Dreviren spun and had his bow drawn with an arrow nocked. The dragon saw nothing but the foliage he had stepped through behind him, though. A giggle followed, echoing through the air. When the dragon turned around again, he saw a figure standing next to the feral dog.

Dreviren frowned and pointed his bow at the newcomer right away. The male, however, did not look worried about it at all. In fact, he giggled again. He was either a fox or something very similar. His big ears, bushy tail and elongated muzzle attested to that. He was, however, taller than Wayne or most foxes were and, also unlike most vulpines, his fur wasn't red or anything like that. Instead, he had a faint cream color that covered him from head to toe. That he was a male was something that was easy to see due to the fact that he was also completely nude. Having his sheath and balls hanging out in the open didn't seem to bother him either, for he was still all smiles while he leaned in to pet the feral dog. Jevier's large dog sat down on his haunches, tongue hanging from his muzzle and tail wagging behind him.

"Who are you?" Dreviren demanded. The fox did nothing but grin.

"I think you know very well who I am," he said in a suggestive tone. Dreviren pulled the arrow, already readied on his bow, just a little further back. Something inside his head told him he should just loosen it right away, but he hesitated.

"Why did you bring me here?" Dreviren asked with a growl.

The question made the fox grin. "I brought you here because I thought you'd like to be with your friends," he explained in a casual tone. Dreviren's eyes narrowed themselves further. The fox started to step towards him, making the dragon tense up.

"Stay back!" he warned. The fox did stop, but he just giggled again.

"Oh, put that thing down. It's rather unpleasant." The wizard brought his hand up and snapped his fingers. Just as he did, the feral dog stood up and barked off to the side. Dreviren's eyes deviated from the fox for just a split second as it caught his attention and, when they returned to him, he had disappeared. He only had time to see a hand coming from his side to grab at his bow and, before he could fight it away, the fox snapped the hardwood of his longbow as if it was a weak twig. Dreviren was forced to let go of it, growling and jumping back to put some distance between him and the fox that now held the ruined remnant of his bow.

The dragon drew a dagger from his belt. The fox, however, just continued to grin up at him and tossed his ruined bow away.

"You were never going to hit me," the fox started explaining, his tone still casual, as if what he was saying was obvious. "It's ironic, really. You're the hardest one to read because of those dragon scales of yours and at the same time you're the easiest to stop!" The fox laughed. "When you aim that thing, your mind just goes 'there's a clear shot to the neck' that could not be easier to pick up on. I can see it coming from a mile away!"

Dreviren just glared at the fox, hand gripping his dagger hard. Did that mean he was in his mind? Could he hear thoughts? Prevent them? Even if he could, why would the fox tell him that? Was he lying to get in his head? ...All the possibilities frustrated the dragon. He let out a soft growl.

"You're the wizard that cursed the king," Dreviren stated. His eyes were fixated at the fox, studying every move of his and ready for anything. All he saw was a casual lack of concern, however. As if they were friends talking in a tavern.

"Didn't I already say that you knew that?" the fox winked at him. "Let me introduce myself properly. My name is Xerio, but I find that the word 'wizard' is quite lacking. I prefer the more accurate title of god." The fox made an exaggerated bow alongside his introduction.

Dreviren's eyes narrowed towards him. He studied the wizard again and scoffed. "You're not the first lunatic we beat that claims to be a god and you won't be the last," he stated. Surely, they were usually just delusional freaks rather than people with actual power, but while the fox in front of him looked like a lot of things, 'divine' was not on that list.

"You don't believe me," the fox stated. He grinned. "Always the skeptical, huh? Well then, let me show you. Follow me." Xerio made a motion towards the large tree den, turned around and started heading that way. Dreviren hesitated. The dragon stood there, eyes locked on the fox until the wizard turned his head to look at him and speak again. "You do want to see your friends, don't you?"

The dragon let out a small growl. Xerio could be bluffing, but something inside him, in his gut, told him he wasn't. The dragon, with his dagger still in hand, stepped forward to follow the damn fox, who opened the wooden misplaced door of the tree den and walked in as if it was nothing.

Dreviren was careful. He approached it and poked his head inside. The first thing that hit him was the smell. The place smelled of earth, trees and, most of all, of flowers. As the dragon's eyes adapted, he saw that the inside was even larger than it looked from the outside. Under the huge dome of tree roots there was ample space and, albeit with no flooring other than the cool bare earth beneath his feet, the place still looked rather... unique. Small, weak rays of sunlight made their way through the roots here and there to give it a natural kind of lighting, enough for him to see the forest's flowers growing on the very roots of the oversized tree alongside moss and other types of creeping foliage.

The fox stood at the center, grinning as before.

"Please, come in! Make yourself at home! I mean, you might as well." Xerio's grin got wider. He could see the wide array of canine teeth, white and bare. The dragon stepped inside, but looking around, he frowned. Other than the fox standing at the center, there was nothing else. Just the large dome above and the earth beneath them.

"I know what you're thinking," the fox started again. "I always do. It's not really that impressive, is it? Well, that's just because I thought I'd show you my newest decorations one by one."

Xerio brought a paw up. Dreviren tensed up right away, hand gripping his dagger and ready to jump back, but all the wizard did was snap his clawed fingers once. And, when he did, Dreviren's eyes grew wide.

On the left corner, where nothing had been before, Dreviren saw Graham. The sheer shock of seeing the wolf had the dragon gripping the handle of his dagger as hard as he could. The paladin, usually so high and noble, was bare naked, but that was the least of what was wrong with the scene.

The large, muscular gray wolf was sitting on the ground with his back against the wall of roots, but from their mossy, intertwined openings several thick green vines had sprouted up keeping both of his arms up on the side of his head and strictly bound to the wall as if they were chains. More vines enveloped his chest and even one around his neck, keeping the wolf's back hard-pressed against the tree-root wall. A thinner unusual vine circulated around his muzzle, keeping it clamped shut before snaking its way down past his shoulder and back into the tree.

Kneeling next to the wolf was perhaps the most surprising entity. A wolf, much like himself, but with a brown fur that seemed to glow in an aura that befit divinity, if not for the fact that what the wolf was doing to the paladin was anything but divine.

The entity had Graham's hard cock in his hand, stroking it. Dreviren has seldom ever seen Graham naked and he knew the paladin was strictly devoted to a vow of chastity enforced by his holy order, yet the wolf's dark red, canine-shaped cock was hard as a rock. His knot at the base was fully inflated and, around his sheath, balls, stomach and thighs, plenty of spread semen could be seen while more leaked from the tip of his length.

When Dreviren was suddenly able to see Graham, the wolf seemed to be able to see him back, because the wolf's eyes shifted back and forth to see his surroundings, then stopped at the sight of the dragon and fox staring at him. The paladin's eyes grew wide, yet his ears also fell back in obvious shame and embarrassment.

"Hmmfgh! HMMMFGH!" Graham tried to say through his shut muzzle. The wolf's muscles immediately bulged as he started to struggle to get away, trying to kick and rip the vines binding him, but it was hopeless. The entity stroking his cock continued to do so and, in fact, sped up the stroking. Dreviren got to see a glow on the stroking hand just as it started assaulting the wolf's large knot.

"What is this?!" Dreviren asked. "What have you done to him?!" The dragon looked at the fox, growling with anger and to avoid looking at the wolf's shame.

The wizard, however, merely laughed in response. "He was a little... stiff. Or maybe not stiff enough? Either way, I fixed it! His dream was to kiss and make up with his little God, so I just granted it. Doesn't that make me pretty much a saint?" Xerio opened a large grin.

Dreviren, on the other hand, glared at him. The wolf moaned by his side and an urgency to free Graham overcame him. Dreviren calculated the distance between himself and the fox, but judged it to be too far for a quick strike, so instead, the dragon tried to surprise the wizard by brandishing his dagger and going for the creature tormenting the wolf instead.

As soon as Dreviren tried to jump towards them, he found himself stuck. The dragon looked down with urgency to see his ankle enveloped by a vine that was coming down from the earth itself and was slowly snaking his way up to envelop his leg.

"Don't ruin his party," the wizard said, waving his hand in a carefree way. "Can't you see how much he's enjoying himself?"

Dreviren was about to use the dagger on the vine enveloping his ankle, but he had to stop for a moment in new shock when he looked at the wolf again. Graham had his ears pinned against his head in a way the dragon had seldom seen before. The paladin, usually so high and mighty, looked absolutely vulnerable as the creature squeezed his knot... and his cock started throbbing.

"Hmmmmggghffff...." Graham groaned, and cum started spurting up from his cock in thin spurts of whitey lines that joined the many others marks of spunk that adorned the wolf's defined abdomen and chest. The entity continued to milk the wolf's cock, stroking up in tandem with the throbbing to make sure each and every spurt flew as high as it could while, at the same time, making it so it was pointed up at the wolf himself. The orgasm only lasted a few short seconds and, when it was almost over, the entity slowed down and Graham opened his eyes. He looked at Dreviren with a look of such shame, then his eyes deviated down to the side in pure humiliation.

Dreviren found himself possessed with anger. He snarled at the fox and immediately thrust his dagger down with every intention to cut the vine, but just when the dagger met the thick plant, it was like trying to cut through stone. It barely made a dent in the plant, as if it was completely solid. No wonder it clutched his leg with such strength. The dragon was surprised by it, then looked up at the wizard to find him still grinning.

"I told you weapons wouldn't help you here," he mused.

Dreviren tried to pull his leg out of the vine's grab with all of his might, but the thing had him in a vice grip. "Stop this! You...!" The dragon looked at Graham again with concern. The entity that had been stroking him brought his hand with droplets of cum up to his muzzle to lick it, then finally looked back towards Dreviren as well. This brown wolf's eyes were... unnatural. As if they were made of pure light, adding to his divine look, but the dragon knew better. He simply growled towards it, and rightly so, because right in front of him and the bound wolf, the 'divine' wolf started transforming into a familiar form.

One that looked exactly the same as the fox standing in front of him. There was, however, one key difference. This fox standing next to Graham and still licking his fingers to get every droplet of the wolf's cum had two long, fluffy tails swishing behind him instead of one.

A spark of recognition started turning inside Dreviren's head. The shocked dragon kept his eyes on the new fox as he slowly walked towards Xerio. The new fox looked at him and winked as it approached the wizard and then both extended their hands to touch. When they did, there was a blinding light that forced the dragon to shut his eyes and look away for just a second. When Dreviren opened them to look at Xerio again, the other fox was gone.

No, not gone... Xerio no longer had his single tail as a normal fox would, but he now had three. As if his other self had joined together with him. It confirmed Dreviren's thoughts, but at the same time, it made the dragon grow more fearful. He kept his face straight, eyes on the fox, but he was now bound by the vine inside that very fox's den. The dragon frowned, showing some teeth towards Xerio.

"You're a..." the dragon started, and then Xerio grinned.

"Oh! You know of me! I'm impressed, dragon!" The wizard went as far as clapping a few times as if he was genuinely excited about Dreviren's knowledge. "But do you really? Why don't I show you my new little house doggie to keep things going?"

The dragon just narrowed his eyes.

Before Dreviren could say anything, the wizard made a motion towards the other side of the den, directly opposite to where Graham was bound. Just as before, where there had been nothing, suddenly there was not one, but three presences.

And also just as before, Dreviren was shocked by what he saw. The vines were there again, but this time they seemed to be coming out of the ground, much like the one binding his leg was. A piece of a tree trunk that appeared as if it had been cut off was there on the ground and laying sideways on it was none other than his beastmaster companion, Jevier.

Just like with the wolf, the black-striped orange tiger seemed to notice them just as they were able to see him. Jevier immediately started to struggle, but he was enveloped in so many different sprouting vines that he could barely move at all. They circled his arms, legs, and then grew over and around the cut tree trunk the feline was lying on to hold him on his stomach over it. Just as with Graham, however, his unusual bondage was not the most surprising thing about his state, though.

Being slightly sideways towards the dragon, Dreivren had a clear sight of how ragged Jevier's clothes were. There was almost nothing left of his pants and that was very clear by how his cock stood fully erect between his legs despite his situation. Dreviren had never seen Jevier naked or erect, just as he had never seen Graham before, but the feline's barbed cock glistened with wetness with what appeared to be precum dripping from its tip.

Just above his unexplained arousal, however, was what had Dreviren truly shocked. One of Jevier's wolfdogs was standing there, rear pressed against Jevier's rear, yet it was still clear to see how the dog's fat sheath connected with the tiger's tailhole. Hints of red from the dog's cock lodged in there could be seen from the dragon's viewpoint, the feral dog clearly stuck to the tiger by the knot just as feral dogs always were after breeding with a bitch. As the feral dog, panting happily, looked back at Dreviren, the dragon could see he had that same faint, fiery blue glow around his eyes as the dog that had lead him there had. He glanced back to see Graham staring at Jevier from his bound position across the room with his eyes making it clear he was just as shocked as the dragon was, too.

"Hmmhhg!" Jevier mumbled and only then did Dreviren notice that he too had vines keeping him quiet, though he seemed to have an extra thick one shoved sideways into his muzzle to effectively gag him. The tiger tried to struggle against his bondage, but all that did was make his hard cock bounce between his legs. The feral dog stuck to him to let out a small bark. By his side, Jevier's other dog sat and when he stood up Dreviren saw that he too was hard as a rock. The sight of that red, knotted canine cock hanging between the feral dog's legs made the dragon wince and glance at Jevier's rear again. If his feral companion was as large as that one was, then he was sunk really deep into the poor tiger.

The shock once more gave way to anger inside Dreviren. He met Jevier's eyes, full of shame and fear, and growled towards the fox.

The dragon bellowed at the fox. "You twisted demon!"

Dreviren pulled at his leg, as eager to help Jevier as he had been to aid Graham, but no matter how hard he pulled, the vine would not let go. The frustration of being unable to help his companion burned within the dragon. Dreviren clutched hard at the dagger he still held and, once again, tried prying it against the vines, but it was as useless of an attempt as before.

Xerio, on the other hand, just let out a laugh at the sight. "Isn't it beautiful? It is true love that we witness! Between beast and trainer! Deep, deep love, I tell you!" Xerio made a few more hand movements and a sudden bark coming from behind the dragon startled him. He looked back to see Jevier's third dog, the one that had guided him there, darting into the den with his tail wagging. Just like his other two companions, the dog too still had the blue fire burning around his eyes. He approached the tiger and other two dogs, then all three of them sniffed at each other with their tails wagging. Dreviren watched them bounce around the tiger with concern given the fact that the one with his knot stuck to the feline also seemed excited, which in turn translated into a few tugs that, judging by Jevier's expression, caused some torment to him.

"The beasts' simple minds are so easy to control. So easy and so fun! Exploiting their love for their master and taking it to the next level was exceedingly simple. Look at how much they're enjoying their time together!" Another hand movement was made and the two dogs that weren't stuck seemed to be immediately attracted to Jevier's hard member. They both lowered their muzzles, one from each side, to sniff at it, then started lapping at the tiger's cock from both sides. Jevier grew agitated when he felt that too, groaning and mumbling into his gag. The dogs licked at his cock excitedly, which in turn seemed to quickly start pulsing and dripping precum, which the dogs were also quick to catch with their excited tongues.

"Let him go!" Dreviren growled. He couldn't bear to watch it. He focused on the wizard instead, but he saw Xerio licking his lips as he watched the poor tiger's suffering with a hungering look.

"You mean like this?" This time Xerio snapped his fingers. As he did, the dog stuck to Jevier started pulling.

"Hmmgh! HMMGH!" Jevier complained, then the tiger pretty much screamed through his gag, closing his eyes shut as the dog tugged and tugged. Finally, there was a loud squelching sound and Dreviren got to see the dog's large cock and knot finally pulling out of the tiger. A torrent of feral cum enveloping the dog's cock followed it and started to drip down from between the tiger's backside. One of the dogs licking his cock got interested in that right away and moved behind the beastmaster to start lapping at his now free tailhole, much to the tiger's visible frustration.

The dog that had pulled free, however, just remained there wagging his tail with his enormous yet spend cock still hanging lewdly between his legs. Dreviren could barely believe all of that had fit into the tiger's backside. The dragon looked away from the beast.

"You will pay for this," Dreviren hissed. The amount of anger he felt inside him was unlike any he remembered feeling before. The dragon tugged at the vine holding his leg, but it was as if the plant had grown even harder. Stiff and solid as if it was stone, the thing had a grip of his leg that no matter how much Dreviren tugger or clawed at, would not budge.

"And who's gonna make me? You?" Xerio laughed. He laughed loud and hard and all the dragon could do was glare at him. When the fox was done with his little fit of laughter, he waves a hand at the dragon. "Why don't we move on to the next attraction? This one is going to take a little more effort to properly appreciate."

The wizard waved his hand to another empty corner of the room. This time, Dreviren already expected it, but it didn't stop the dragon from holding his breath in preparation for whichever awful thing the wizard had prepared.

At the corner of the room, appeared Velven. The hyena, however, didn't seem to be in nearly as much trouble as his other two companions had been. Dreviren studied the bard with hasty eyes, but Velven was just... sitting there. The hyena was naked just like the others, but he just sat at the corner with his back leaning against the wall of roots. Upon closer inspection, Dreviren noticed the hyena didn't look quite awake. His eyes were open, but in a blank stare towards nothing in particular.

The hyena's head hung back with drool running down the side of his muzzle and onto his chest. While he was naked, he wasn't obscenely hard like the other two or anything like that, either. Yet, Dreviren noticed that the tip of the bard's pink member was showing from his slightly swollen sheath. The dragon felt a little embarrassed just for focusing his eyes there, but he noticed a shiny coat of something around the bard's sheath. It looked like... some kind of tree sap? Maybe some mixed element. It was transparent, but it was as if it had hardened around the bard's sheath, keeping his member from swelling out of it.

Despite Velven's seemingly unharmed state, Dreviren was no fool.

He growled at the wizard. His draconic sense could feel the heavy air of magic all around the bard. "What did you do to him?!"

The three-tailed fox was right back to grinning. "The bard's party is happening right here," he said bringing a finger to tap at his own head. The dragon didn't quite catch the meaning of it. "Here, I'll show you..."

Dreviren stared at the bard expecting something to happen to him, but instead, it was everything else that changed. The world became blurry around him and he felt a light disorientation for a moment, and then suddenly a loud sound of laughter echoed in his ears from his surroundings. It startled the dragon, but when he blinked, he found himself no longer in the tree den, but instead in some kind of bustling tavern.

The sound of rain was heavy from the outside. The dragon looked around with confusion. The smells, the sounds... everything was just as if he were in a jolly kind of inn. The dragon's first instinct was to move, but he found that his leg was still stuck, enveloped by the same vine that seemed to come out of the inn's flooring in a manner that made no sense in the new environment.

"Illusions..." Dreviren muttered. It couldn't be real, but it looked remarkably so. Looking around, the dragon saw that he was standing at a corner of the tavern's main hallway. Several tables in disarray filled the large hall, with the bartender's bar on one side and even an elevated stage near the center. There, everyone gathered, cheering, drinking and being loud as people always were in taverns with plenty of ale flowing. Dreviren didn't like those kinds of places very much himself.

"Indeed an illusion," a voice said right by his side. The dragon's head quickly turned to see the fox standing by his side. His three tails swished back and forth behind him and Xerio looked back at him and grinned. "But is there really any difference between a masterfully crafted one and reality?"

The dragon growled at him. Xerio was still grinning, but he nodded towards the stage, which prompted Dreviren to take another look at it.

There, he saw Velven. The shock he had been expecting to feel earlier hit him in full force when the people surrounding the stage stood aside so that the dragon could see the hyena.

Velven looked heavily distressed. The dragon had failed to see him at first because of how many people were surrounding him. They were holding the bard up in the air by his arms and hips. Wolves, dogs, a panther, a rodent or two... more people than Dreviren cared to count surrounded the bard and the only thing they seemed to have in common was that they were all clearly men. The bard squirmed in their hold every now and then, his expression one of fear and submission, but he had little chance against all the people surrounding him.

They laughed and jeered at him. Two held him by the arms on his sides, but the canine in front of him, some kind of large, bulky dog, held him by the scruff of fur between his ears to hold his head steady and, as Dreviren saw it, had his cock shoved deep into the hyena's muzzle. Only the dog's big, red knot could be seen outside of it and Velven seemed to have a lot of trouble keeping the whole of the dog's cock inside as he humped the bard's face.

"You're not gonna be able to sing for a week after I'm done with your throat, bard!" the dog yelled, prompting laughter from all around him. Dreviren felt rage and concern swelling from within him again. And yet still, the dog fucking the bard's muzzle wasn't even the worst part.

Velven wasn't naked like he was outside his dream. Instead, they had put him in a girly top, a short skirt and stockings much like the waitresses around the tavern wore, the dragon was quick to notice. The skirt was lifted as two other males held the bard's legs so he remained suspended in the air. Between his legs, the dragon winced when he saw a shiny, steel cage of metal surrounding the bard's sheath. It was wet with precum and still dripping it, despite his incredibly distressing situation.

The worst part of all, however, was about what was happening behind the bard. A wolf and some kind of feline both had their hard cocks out. Dreviren could see half of the wolf's cock buried beneath the hyena's tail, which was bad enough, but the two patrons, clearly drunk, seemed to be having fun attempting to fit the feline's barbed member in alongside the wolf's cock.

Dreviren could clearly see how much Velven squirmed and winced, mumbling muffled pleas around the cock shoved into his throat, but they all but ignored it.

"VELVEN!" Dreviren called. Instinctively, he tugged against the damn vine keeping him in place, but it was useless. "STOP THIS RIGHT NOW! VELVEN!"

The bard's eyes snapped to him. Dreviren saw the spark of shock and recognition in the hyena's eye, but he also saw shame. The same incredibly level of shame when his ears fell down that he had seen in Graham earlier. Though the bard seemed to acknowledge him, no one else batted as much of an eye towards the shouting dragon.

"STOP IT!" he tried again.

Xerio laughed at his side. "They can't see or hear us. It would be rude to crash the party, right?"

The dragon took the time to snarl at the fox, then fixated his eyes back on Velven. The hyena kept looking at him, even going as far as squirming a little again, but the dog fucking his face quickly put him back in place. The feline behind was pushing harder. Dreviren was sure it was intentional that the patron holding Velven's leg lifted it just a little bit so that the dragon got to see it when the second cock beat Velven's resistance, going into his tailhole alongside the first. The feline moaned, pushed himself further in, and the wolf by his side cheered before pushing deeper as well. Dreviren saw Velven's eyes closing shut. He got to hear his bard companion huffing against the pubic fur of the dog in front of him as he coped with having two cocks shoved into his tailhole. The wolf behind him then reached around him to tug at the bard's cage, then play around with his balls. Dreviren saw more precum dripping down from the hyena's caged member.

"Stop this!!" the dragon growled, this time at the wizard himself.

Xerio looked at him, still grinning wide with amusement. "But he looks like he's having so much fun! All the attention is right at him, just as he likes it. I assure you that no performance of his, no matter how good, has ever drawn this much laughter from a crowd!"

The fox laughed at his own joke, but Dreviren just trembled with anger. He reached forward to try to reach Xerio. He needed to do something to save Velven, anything. The dragon stretched himself as far as he could but found his hand just a few inches short of reaching the laughing three-tailed fox. Xerio all but ignored his attempts.

"I have a lot more planned for the little bard, but I suppose we can let him take a little break, yes," Xerio spoke in a slow, calm fashion. Dreviren bit his lip. He saw the wolf and cat started to fuck the bard now that they had gotten both their cocks in. They thrusted in together and, each time they did, the pain and discomfort Velven saw were visible by the way his eyes widened and his toes curled.

From the crowd a little further from the side of the stage, a fox that had been sitting there stood up. He caught the dragon's eye, not just because he stared straight at the dragon when he stood up, but because the fox that had been sitting there in the crowd all along looked exactly like Xerio. Dreviren looked to his side, but Xerio was still there as well. Two of him, just like last time.

The other fox wore clothing. The same kind of commoner clothing everyone in the tavern seemed to be wearing. Yet, when the other fox turned towards Velven, Dreviren saw that he also had two tails behind him instead of one. The other fox made some hand motions and then, suddenly, the whole world got blurry and dissipated around them again.

Dreviren grunted. The same disorienting feeling overcame him, but he soon found himself back at the tree den in the exact same spot he had been before. The dragon was pretty sure he had never really left it. A groan from the side drew his eye, as well as everyone else's, towards Velven.

"Hnnnnghh..." the hyena groaned as if waking up. He closed his eyes and muzzle to stop the drooling, but though his hands twitched, it was as if he could barely move. By the hyena's side, however, also stood the other fox. The other two-tailed Xerio. He held the same grin the three-tailed one at the center of the room did.

Just like the two-tailed fox that had been with Graham, this one also walked towards Xerio and, when they touched each other, the other fox vanished in a flash. Xerio took a deep breath and sighed in relief. Dreviren frowned heavily when he saw that the wizard no longer had three tails, but with the two more from the other fox added, he now had five bushy tails swishing back and forth behind him.

Five tails. The situation was direr than the dragon had thought.

Xerio let out a sigh. "Ah, yes. It is always a relief to feel whole again!"

Dreviren simply narrowed his eyes. He glanced at Graham still struggling on the side, Jevier looking distressed and then at Velven seemingly struggling to regain his senses. The dragon said nothing but shifted his thoughts towards Wayne. Perhaps the smaller fox was somehow stealthy and wise enough to have escaped the mad wizard's clutches. He could only hope...

"Ah, the little fox? He's my favorite! I saved the best for last!" The wizard opened up a large grin again. Dreviren remained quiet but continued to growl.

So Xerio reallycould read his thoughts.

The wizard waved a hand towards the last empty corner of the den and, just as before, what had been hidden there appeared. The dragon bit his lip, dreading what he might see and not even sure what to expect. Yet, despite all the insanity he had already been through, the dragon was still surprised by what appeared for them all.

It was a large bed. An oversized, luxurious bed that looked like it belonged in a fancy inn room. Sitting over it was Wayne, back against some pillows and hugging his knees. The only visible strange thing about the red fox was that he was completely naked, but other than that, Wayne seemed to be remarkably unharmed.

Just like with the others, as soon as everyone was able to see him, it was as if Wayne could see them as well. The fox's large ears perked up and his eyes came up, then went wide. In one quick movement, Wayne jumped up to his feet beside the bed, but noticing his own lack of clothing his ears folded back and he used both of his paws to cover himself. His eyes met Dreviren's for just a moment, then trailed around towards the others in a confused expression that quickly became one of surprise and horror.

"What's goin' on?!" Wayne asked. The fox's eyes quickly fell on Xerio himself, though it was obvious he hadn't seen the wizard with five tails behind him either judging by how he stared.

"It's a friendly gathering!" Xerio said, sounding cheerful. "Come here, my little pet. Come say hi to your friends!" The wizard beckoned Wayne as if he was calling a feral dog. Dreviren saw Wayne's ears fall down, then a look of shame came over the small thief. The dragon expected many things, but he did not expect Wayne to lower his head and simply walk to the wizard's side.

The fox kept his head low, especially when Xerio put his arm over the smaller fox's shoulder and pulled him close. Wayne continued to keep his eyes down at the ground.

"Wayne? What did he do to you?!" Dreviren already started growling. His concern over the fox had him showing teeth and glowering towards the wizard all over again.

"Why, nothing at all! I simply decided to take your handsome little friend here as my privileged pet! After we had a very nice little chat, he was wise enough to decide to behave. Isn't that right, my pretty little fox?" When Xerio directed the words towards Wayne, it was more like cooing than properly asking. It made Wayne look even more embarrassed about the whole thing.

"I'm sorry, Drev," Wayne finally said, still keeping his eyes down. "He's too powerful. It's not like anything we've ever faced before. He's just... too much."

The thief, usually both casual and cheerful, sounded defeated. Dreviren's eyes narrowed further, but Xerio himself just opened a wide grin looking extremely pleased with the smaller fox's tone of voice.

"I will take that as a compliment," Xerio said with a giggle. The wizard then pulled Wayne to face him, embraced him, leaned forward and pulled the smaller red fox into a kiss with their muzzles interlocking.

Dreviren watched the whole thing closely. He heard Wayne grunt in complaint, then saw how the thief's open eyes glanced towards him, but Wayne did not fight it or pull away. The fox did not seem to be as into the kiss as Xerio was, but Dreviren was still surprised to watch the wizard's tongue invading Wayne's muzzle, dancing with his, and the thief just... complying.

The kiss lasted a long time, obviously with the intent of showing it off. When Xerio finally pulled back, he sighed in relief while Wayne was left panting. The small fox's eyes went straight down to the ground. He looked mortified to have done that with all four of them watching.

Xerio licked his lips. "Delicious. That's a good pet." The wizard's hand came up to shuffle the fur between Wayne's ears, but the smaller fox at least pulled away from that.

"You're not going to get away with this," Dreviren growled. The dragon's eyes were as cold towards the fox as he felt inside him. Xerio laughed, but he had already been expecting something like that.

"I'm not? Oh, little dragon. Even after seeing what I've done with all of your friends you still think that you stand a chance against me?" The fox looked at him directly. Dreviren saw that stare and then he felt his scales itch and tingle with a hint of magic. He realized what that meant and Xerio confirmed it when he grinned. "You really do think you stand a chance against me."

Dreviren did his best to shut off his thoughts knowing the wizard was inside his mind, but how does one even do something like that?

Xerio giggled. "You think you're a match for me, dragon? I was the one who brought you all here. You think I'd be stupid enough not to be prepared?"

The wording made Dreviren stop to look at the wizard. "You brought us here?"

Xerio's muzzle opened into a grin again, but then the weakened voice from behind him spoke before he could.

"It was... a ruse..." Both Dreviren and Xerio looked back to see Velven. The hyena had stood up, but he still held himself against the wall of the den with his legs trembling. "The king..." Velven started but stopped to breathe once before he continued. "...set us up."

Xerio shook his head. "You're ruining my surprise, bard." Xerio snapped his fingers towards Velven and a vine sprouted from between the roots he was holding himself against to envelop his arm. The hyena immediately tried to pull away from it, but couldn't.

"Leave him alone!" Dreviren warned with a growl. Xerio spared nothing more than an amused glance towards him, however.

"He's right, though. Since he put it out there, I might as well come clean. Yes, I did, hmm... coerce the kitty-king to bring you all to me. It was a fun ordeal, but it hardly matters now, does it?"

"The lion king sold us out?" the dragon asked in disbelief.

"That is correct." The wizard licked his lips. Dreviren grimaced. He felt the sting of betrayal deep within him, but it was small compared to the sea of worry regarding their situation as a whole. He kept his eyes on Xerio, aware that the wizard's piercing eyes staring at him could see it too.

The dragon shifted his line of thought. Though stuck there as he was he knew he was in great peril, he still fought to keep a dignified stance. Dreviren's voice was controlled.

"Did he know what you are when he handed us out to you?"

Despite Xerio's mind eye, the question still brought a hint of surprised amusement to the wizard's face.

"How am I supposed to know that?" the wizard said, feigning exaggerated innocence.

"You do know." Dreviren's eyes narrowed.

Xerio's toothy grin returned in full length. He laughed.

"Alright, alright, you got me. Of course he didn't know. No one in these lands knows of my kind anymore..." The fox then approached the dragon. Dreviren kept his cool, but he couldn't keep his body from stiffening or his muzzle from turning slightly away from the menacing wizard. As always, he reflexively measured the distance between them while clutching his dagger, but Xerio was always too far. He hated being this helpless.

"You, however... you know what I am. I admit, I'm impressed. When I heard that this famous group of adventurers had a dragon with them, I squealed with excitement! It was most unseeming of me, but how could I help myself? Look at you. A beautiful specimen, even if flawed. It was all so worth it." Xerio's eyes trailed down to his body with no regard for subtlety. Dreviren's hands tightened into fists and his wary eyes stayed firm over the naked fox.

"You're..." Dreviren started. He grit his teeth before he said it. "...a kitsune."

Xerio's five tails swished around him in excitement.

"That I am."

A kitsune. If Dreviren had known, he wouldn't have let the group take this assignment. Or maybe he would, but they'd be much more prepared and they'd have asked for much more than ten thousand pieces of gold. Then again, if someone had told him they'd be dealing with a kitsune he might not even have believed them in the first place. The dragon's eyes went by the other members of his group, most bound in their own awful ways and all with their eyes on him, and he could see that they didn't know what he was talking about. Of course. How would they?

It came back from the old legends passed down among the dragon mystics when Dreviren was just a young hatchling. Kitsunes weren't really demons in essence, but they might as well be given the nature of what they did. Thankfully, they were incredibly rare mystical creatures that were thought to be gone given that there were no record of a kitsune appearing in hundreds of years. Even the clan Dreviren had grown up in only had a story about one single kitsune, but one was enough to wreak as much havok as the natural disaster they really were.

For not unlike demons, kitsunes fed on souls.

"You think we're just gonna sit here and let you do as you please with us?" Dreviren said, glowering at the kitsune. Xerio's eyes turned back towards him with a pleased smirk.

"You'll learn to comply in time. And time... oh, time we have plenty."

A growl came from Wayne from the side, low enough for them all to hear. That pulled Xerio's attention towards the smaller fox, who he embraced and pulled towards him again. As Xerio started to babble about how Wayne had to learn how to be his 'pet' and all the things he'd 'let' the thief do if he were good, Dreviren looked away. He could barely put up with the kitsune's cocky attitude anymore.

And he also had to enjoy his opportunity. From his previous observations, the dragon was pretty sure that the kitsune could indeed read his mind, but that he couldn't always be reading it. It took focus from the wizard to do so, perhaps even eye contact. He wasn't sure. Nevertheless, the dragon did his best to take the opportunity to tune him out and think of a plan. He needed to find a way to escape and free his companions. They needed to regroup and come up with a plan if they ever wanted to hope to actually defeat Xerio somehow.

The dragon tried hard to think back about the kitsune legends and stories he had heard. They were all stories about the deeds of a single kitsune that had single-handedly brought whole civilizations to their knees. As the dragon recalled, the legend said that wherever the kitsune went, never-ending rain would follow. Anyone that got wet from the rain, which was filled with the kitsune's magic and essence, fell under his magic. That kitsune had apparently enthralled, played with and used thousands, growing up to nine tails before finally being defeated...

With a glance towards Xerio who was now fondling Wayne again, the five tails he had already grown concerned Dreviren greatly. It was said that at the beginning, the rain simply followed the kitsune wherever he went, but after he had grown in power it had spread so wide that not a day of sun was seen for months on end.

Dreviren's eyes narrowed. The stories always mentioned the rain as its water was the catalyst of the kitsune's power. It was through the catalyst that people managed to defeat the kitsune of old by using his own great power against himself. Yet, for Xerio... They had seen one single day of rain at the beginning of their trek into the forest, but other than that light summer drizzle, the sky had been clear and sunny. Xerio's magic was obviously ingrained inside them given how easily the kitsune was influencing them, but how? Could it be the water from the forest's rivers that they drank? He didn't discard the possibility, but Xerio's magical influence over them seemed absolute and they had drunk it so sparingly.

"I'll save you the trouble, dragon," Xerio said, finally letting Wayne step away but without even turning his head towards Dreviren. "It's not water."

Dreviren growled. So Xerio didn't need eye contact after all...

The kitsune turned towards him already grinning. "What I can also say, is that yes. My influence is coursing through every inch of all of you. It's delightful." As the kitsune approached again, the growling dragon turned his muzzle away. It didn't stop Xerio from reaching up to caress his exposed neck and snout, though.

No wonder his power seemed so vast and grand. They had been at his mercy. But... since when?

"We've been through worse. You're not the first demon we cleanse and you'll not be the last." Dreviren kept a menacing tone, standing firm despite his utterly helpless position. Xerio chuckled.

"Cute. You see, when my power is split then maybe I might miss a thought or two from your pretty little heads, but I don't think you're grasping just how much I can do when I have all five of m-"

Xerio stopped speaking quite suddenly. Dreviren saw as he stepped back. The kitsune's long ears shot up and twitched while his eyes grew distant for a moment, then he opened a large grin again.

"I'm so very sorry, my cute dragon friend, but it would seem that one of the king's scout parties is about to find the little lion prince at the edge of my forest. This I must see! The faces they'll make when they see all the dry cum I left on his mane! Maybe I'll make him grow a boner for them too..."

Without waiting for anything, Xerio turned away chuckling and, in a burst of blue fire, he simply disappeared.

Dreviren blinked. The dragon quickly looked around unable to believe Xerio had really left them. Had he, though? The dragon let a few moments pass with nothing but silence surrounding them. He couldn't really know, but if Xerio really did, he had to make the most of it.

"Wayne!" The fox looked just as stunned and suspicious of the kitsune's sudden disappearance. He turned to look at the dragon when spoken to, however.

"Help me out of this," Dreviren urged.

"R-right!" Wayne surged forward, grabbing a small rock from the ground nearby. Dreviren pounded at the middle of the thick vine enveloping his leg with the knife and the fox quickly knelt by his side to pound at it with a rock. It still took several minutes until they managed to dent the single hard vine enough so that the dragon was able to pull his leg free. It felt truly great to be able to move freely again.

"He can come back at any moment! Free the others!"

Wayne nodded. The thief headed straight for Jevier, the tiger, so Dreviren himself decided to rush to the paladin's aid. Graham's eyes followed him.

"We're gonna get out of here. Make him pay," Dreviren muttered to Graham. The wolf let out a faint growl. When the dragon reached for the vines enveloping the wolf's bare fur, however... they were hardened much like his own was. He pulled at them, tried to cut them with the dagger and even leant forward to use his teeth, but these seemed even older and more hardened than the one holding his leg was. He could barely dent them. A certain level of hopelessness surged inside Dreviren. The wolf pulled and pushed against his bindings with him. The paladin's muscles bulged with effort. He saw Graham's eager eyes on him as he continued to try and try to break the vines, but without any better tools at his disposal and with his time so limited...

The wolf stopped his efforts. Dreviren saw that Graham was panting through the large vine lodged inside his muzzle to gag him. The wolf's yellow eyes were still on him.

"Ghh," Graham said, looking away. "Ghhf!"

Dreviren looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"What? I can't un-" he started, but the bound wolf growled at him and narrowed his eyes.

"Ghh!"

The dragon just stood there. He grit his teeth while doubt filled him.

"He's telling you to go."

Dreviren turned his head to look at Velven, who had spoken. The hyena still looked exhausted, but he too was pulling against the solid vine trapping him to the walls of the kitsune's den. The dragon met the bard's eyes.

"Just go, Drev. We can't cut through these things fast enough. You and Wayne are free. If he comes back, then we're all gonna be doomed. At least that way we'll know you and the little thiefling will come back for us eventually."

The dragon glanced at the wolf, who nodded in agreement. Dreviren quickly stood up and moved to Velven, attempting to help the bard cut the vine holding him, but he had been right. They were rock solid too. Dreviren looked at the other corner to see Wayne desperately trying to free Jevier, but from the looks of it, the tiger was just as stuck as their other two companions.

Velven suddenly pushed him back. "Go! It's pointless! Take Wayne and run! Find help, damn it!"

Dreviren hesitated. The dragon grimaced, but slowly nodded. The hyena actually smiled when he took a step back.

"Good boy. I'm sure this obvious act of heroism will look amazing in the song I'm going to write when we defeat that 'kitsune'."

A tiny smile still forced its way towards Dreviren's snout.

"Now go!"

The dragon nodded and turned around to head for Wayne. The fox was kneeling next to the bound tiger and pounding at one of the solid vines with strength using the rock, but he had barely managed to chip away a little piece of one of them. The dragon took him by the arm to force him to stand up.

"We're leaving. Come on."

"But Jevier an' the others are still...! We can't!"

"We have to."

Dreviren pulled the smaller fox by the arm. Watching Wayne's larger ears fall down and hearing his whimper just made the dragon's heart ache more, but they had no choice. He pulled the fox towards the door and tried the handle, but it was locked. The dragon grunted with frustration and tackled it once with his shoulder, but the door was sturdy.

"I can open it," Wayne said, pulling him back. The fox's ears were still drooping, but Wayne quickly started working on the door's lock using the two claws of his fingers he kept long and sharp to use as impromptu lockpicks.

Within a minute, the lock clicked and the door opened. Dreviren gave one last look back at his three companions who all stared at them, then threw the door open and pulled Wayne to step outside.

When he stepped into the sunlight, however, he was forced to stop for a moment again.

They weren't at the same place the dragon had been when the kitsune showed him the oversized tree housing his den. The tree was actually still the same: an enormous mass of roots growing into the thickest trunk he had ever seen. Its surroundings, however, had changed entirely.

The first thing that hit the dragon hard was the odor. He had to put his arm over his nose and he saw Wayne at his side doing the same to a more extreme extent given his canine nose. The tree den they had been inside sat on the very middle of what the dragon could only describe as a massive clearing given that he could still see a tree line that signaled more forest farther away, but between him and it was a long distance of nothing but flat ground completely and utterly covered in flowers.

When Dreviren took a step forward into the giant flower field that surrounded the tree, the mass of flowers under his foot shook letting a light mass of pollen float out and at the same time intensifying the flowers' typical pleasant odor. It was pleasant when they smelled it around the forest in a light manner, but here it was so intense that it was almost sickening. Far from them, Dreviren could still see the flowers starting to grow around the treelines, threatening to take even more space than they had already taken.

"The hell's this?!" Wayne asked. The smaller fox took a few steps forward and actually coughed from how much pollen the mass of flowers let out. Watching that, something clicked inside the dragon's head and suddenly, everything made more sense. Dreviren's eyes went wide.

Xerio's catalyst. The flowers.

The kitsune didn't use rain or water to spread his magic. The flowers were the thing that had been around them in growing intensity ever since they first dwelled into the forest. They had been breathing their pollen the whole time. If they were Xerio's catalyst, it was no wonder that the forest was so tainted. That the kitsune had absolute power over them. Immediately as he realized that Dreviren pressed his arm harder against his nose and held his breath.

"Don't breathe in the flower pollen! Don't mess with them!" The dragon caught the smaller fox by the scruff and pulled him back. He knew they had already breathed too much of it. Even the inside of Xerio's den had them growing around the walls, the smell everywhere! The dragon took a step back and cursed silently. He inspected his surroundings again and, much to his surprise, he actually saw the king's castle far in the distance towards the west. That meant they hadn't even gotten that far from the castle in the first place. That the weeks they had spent inside the forest must have been Xerio's influence. Maybe the kitsune was waiting until they had breathed enough of the flowers to...

The dragon growled! The damned wizard had toyed with them and he had failed to see it. Despite how large the flower field was, they had no choice. Wayne was holding his breath as well but looking at him with confusion.

"Take this. You're better with them," the dragon said shoving the dagger towards Wayne. "We have to run past this. We'll head towards the castle. We have to get away from the forest and those flowers!" The dragon grabbed the fox's arm and nodded towards the castle in the horizon.

Wayne nodded. Dreviren started sprinting through the flower field. He saw Wayne right at his heel, running with them both covering their noses. He could still smell it or, hell, almost taste the flowers. Xerio's influence had grown too big and the dragon dreaded to think about how far those flowers would reach if the kitsune grew more powerful. He saw the forest line of trees approaching quickly and anticipation started rising upon him. The seconds flew by, the trees grew closer and without planning to stop, the dragon ran past the tree line into the forest...

...And then in the blink of an eye, he found himself back inside the wizard's den. Dreviren's running came to a halt and, a second later, Wayne bumped on his back as he too found himself running to the inside of Xerio's den. Dreviren looked around frantically, panting from his long spring, and realized that it was as if he had just ran towards the den rather than from it and entered from the door that still remained open behind him. Graham, Jevier and Velven looked at them both with a mix of surprise and confusion. The dragon growled.

"It's some kind of illusion? We have to-!"

Just as Dreviren was grabbing Wayne to turn back to hurry towards the den's door, it suddenly slammed shut on its own, followed by the sound of a lock clicking.

"Oooooh. You're a bad, bad dragon. And a disappointment of a pet!"

Though Xerio's voice sounded as cheerful and casual as always, it had chills going down the dragon's spine. Dreviren turned around and there he was. The damn kitsune with its five tails standing at the center of his den again and grinning at him.

"Let me show you what you're up against," Xerio practically sung. The wizard brought both of his hands up, which Dreviren suspected was just for show, and snapped his fingers with both of them.

The dragon tried to prepare himself for what was coming, but there was really nothing he could do. A dozen new vines appeared from the ground, walls and root-covered ceiling, all advancing upon him.

Dreviren roared. "Get away!" The dragon pushed Wayne away from the vines before they overwhelmed him. He fought them off as best as he could, but it wasn't long until the vines took hold of his ankles, legs, wrists and then his arms.

"Stop!" Wayne shouted by his side. The fox brought the knife up and started to attempt to cut the vines enveloping the dragon. While he succeeded in cutting some of them off, more always sprouted to take their place and, soon enough, a pair of them came to envelop Wayne's own arms just enough to pull him away. The fox growled and fought them like a cornered animal, but Xerio had the vines wrenching the knife out of his paw.

Dreviren tried to fight them off with all of his might, for he knew he was the last hope his companions had of getting away from the crazy fox, but it was all to no avail. The vines coming from above started taking over and, when the dragon could barely move anymore over their hold on his arms and legs, they started pulling him up. Dreviren felt his feet leaving the ground as he was raised up and suspended. The vines kept his arms spread to his sides, holding them up to the ceiling. Even his long draconic tail was enveloped by them to be held still.

A larger one enveloped his chest several times down to the waist, then new vines came to hold his legs up and spread them in the air as well. The dragon was slowly shifted to a more horizontal position in the air and no matter how much he pulled against the plants, they never yielded. They seemed impossibly strong.

Xerio looked obnoxiously pleased. He approached the bound, suspended dragon even as Dreviren continued to use all of his strength to pull against the vines constricting his limbs and keeping him up in the air.

"I don't think you're quite getting into that thick scale-y skull of yours that you're up against a god." Xerio grinned all over again. Dreviren, on the other hand, growled at the kitsune with defiance. The fox came close enough to touch him.

"As I was saying earlier, when my power is split up I can do simple things. Pry into your thoughts, control the simple minds of beasts, create a layer or two of illusion... But! When I am whole? Oh, when I am whole I am just plain invincible. You never stood a chance, little dragon."

Dreviren opened his muzzle to reply, but it was Wayne who spoke first.

"We've heard that more times than we can count!" the fox said, pulling against the vine enveloping his left arm. He had gotten rid of the other one somehow. Xerio turned to look at the fox and shook his head.

"Your training was going so well, my pet! It seems that your friends are a bad influence on you. That won't do... We're gonna have to talk about your punishment later."

The kitsune walked towards Wayne instead and in worry the dragon's muscles bulged as he fought the vines enveloping him once again. The vines were, however, hardened and stoic. It was as if a thick tree and its roots had grown around him from above to keep him up in the air. Wayne too tried to back away from the kitsune but stuck in place as he was, he couldn't go far.

"For now, though... we're going to show your dragon friend how hopeless his attempts really are." As Xerio extended his hand to touch Wayne, the agile fox crouched down and tried to reach the knife on the ground. He almost succeeded. Dreviren caught his breath when he saw Wayne's hand grabbing the knife's handle, but as soon as Xerio's hand reached the fox he... stopped.

Dreviren found himself breathing heavy from all of his efforts. "What are you doing?!"

"You'll see..." Xerio said with a giggle. Wayne stood still for a few moments more, then the smaller fox slowly stood up. The vine enveloping his arm let go of it and uncoiled back towards the ground. Instead of taking the opportunity to fight, however, Wayne simply stood there. When the small fox turned towards the dragon again, Dreviren saw that he was smiling. Alongside the smile, his eyes burned with the same faint blue fire that had afflicted Jevier's dogs earlier...

Xerio placed an arm over Wayne's shoulders and the fox continued to just stand there, doing nothing. "See? A much more behaved pet now! I kind of prefer old-fashioned training, but this will do for now."

"What did you do to him?!" Dreviren stared at the fox with worry all over his face. The dragon found himself trembling with anger and frustration.

"Oh, nothing drastic! I'm just going a step past just reading his mind. I told you I was all-powerful, didn't I?"

Dreviren's growl increased in tone. Velven's voice coming from the side interrupted them, however.

"You're a freaking monster!" the hyena finally commented. Graham and Jevier's eyes were as wide as his, but at least the hyena wasn't gagged like the other two. Still stuck to the wall, however, there was little he could do.

Xerio, as always, just laughed. "A monster? Now that's offensive. Don't worry, bard, I'm only just starting to show the dragon how powerful I am!"

The kitsune's grin grew. Dreviren watched with dread as Xerio's eyes started glowing as well. For the first time, he saw the kitsune's eye twitch and he swore he heard a grunt of effort from him. Yet, as a result...

Velven gasped, which was the first hint that had Dreviren turning his eyes towards him. Just as Wayne, the hyena blinked and suddenly the fire overcame his eyes. The vines started moving to let him go, but not only him. Everything enveloping Graham and Jevier started uncoiling to free them as well as their eyes burned as bright as the other two. Dreviren watched with rising panic as all three of them stood up with blank expressions and glowing eyes. The bard, the paladin and the beastmaster.

"Stop!" the dragon urged. Xerio ignored him to continue concentrating and with what were a few slow, clumsy steps at first, all three previously bound adventurers approached. Their postures grew steadier with each step they took. Xerio had all four of them line up behind him and only then did the kitsune breathe with relief.

"Stop? It's too soon to stop, my draconic friend. You love your companions, don't you? You don't always show it, but you'd do anything for them. This and much more I saw deep inside your mind, so I think it's about time they repay you for all this love you have for them. Why not make them part of the fun, right?"

Dreviren's eyes narrowed. His muscles ached from all the helpless effort yet still he felt an urge to continue trying to get free. It was all he could do. The frustration of his helpless state felt like it could consume him from the inside.

The kitsune motioned forward. "For example, have you ever thought about doing this?"

As if obeying Xerio's command, Graham stepped forward. The paladin's expression was as blank as before and though the gray wolf stood there entirely naked, it no longer seemed to bother him. He was obviously not himself. Harder evidence of that was that the wolf approached the bound, suspended dragon until they were muzzle to muzzle.

"Graham!" Dreviren urged, almost pleading towards the paladin. "Fight it! You have to fight him! We can't let him get away with this!"

The dragon could swear he saw the wolf's eye twitching once, perhaps heard a bit of a huff coming from his nose. Regardless, the paladin still didn't move. Xerio giggled behind him, then made another hand motion.

Graham's hands came to the sides of the suspended dragon's snout. They held him firm, much Dreviren's confusion, and then the wolf's own muzzle came forward to... kiss him. His eyes went wide. He felt the wolf's tongue invading his maw and, though his reflex told him to close his muzzle and even bite down at the invading, unwanted kiss from the paladin, he held back. He couldn't hurt Graham. Yet, the kiss continued. The wolf kissed him as if with passion, fully making out with the unwilling dragon that could do little more than grunt and groan through the kiss as he was unable to pull back from it.

Xerio laughed out loud. "Isn't that sweet? From what I've seen it's about time you two lightened up! What better way to do that than to literally kiss and make up?"

Dreviren glanced at the kitsune from the side. He attempted to turn away from the kiss, but the wolf kept his head steady and the vines suspending him prevented any other kind of movement. The lupine's tongue explored the inside of his snout in an erotic way that filled even the usually serious dragon with embarrassment.

"Now, it wouldn't be fair to leave your other companions just standing here and watching, would it? Hmmm..." The kitsune approached him as he spoke. The dragon tried to follow him with his eyes, but as Xerio stepped to his side, all he could do was feel the kitsune's hand trailing through his body over his clothes. The shirt and light leather vest didn't feel like enough, for in that position the dragon had seldom ever felt as vulnerable.

Perhaps Xerio could sense his discomfort in that regard, for his hand caressed his side, then trailed down between the vines enveloping his body to feel his stomach. He even went as far as to reach under Dreviren's shirt to feel his scales. The touching was nothing short of invasive and, of course, it prompted Dreviren to reflexively pull against the vines keeping his arms spread. It continued to be a hopeless effort, though.

"You know, I've always wanted to have a dragon for myself. Such beautiful specimens you are... And so rare. Even a broken dragon without magic like you is still good enough."

The dragon managed to get a bit of a growl out even through the forced kissing.

Xerio's hand trailed down. The kitsune put a paw over the dragon's thigh feeling his muscles there, which made Dreviren that much more aware that the vines enveloping his knees and ankles were keeping his legs wide apart. Even more so when Xerio's hand trailed to his inner thigh.

"Hmmfgh!" the dragon growled through the kiss. Graham's hands held him harder when he made more effort to pull away. The wolf continued to insist on making out with him.

"What is it? You don't like when I touch you like this?" Xerio giggled. "Well then I have some bad news for you. We're going to be doing much more than touching..." The kitsune used a single finger to trail up from the dragon's thigh to his taint. Dreviren grew stiff right away. Even through the thick leather of his pants, he could feel the vulpine's claw as it trailed up... right beneath his tail. The dragon's thick tail itself flexed in a draconic reflex to swipe and cover himself, but even that was well enveloped and held high by the vines coming from above.

"Perhaps I can help you enjoy this a little more. Or, rather, they can..."

All Dreviren heard was fingers snapping again. From the corner of his eye, he saw both Jevier and Velven stepping forward. The tiger and hyena had the same glassy look in their fiery eyes that Graham had. They approached from each side. Dreviren was dreading what the kitsune would make them do, but when they walked past his face the dragon felt some level of relief. He had no intention of kissing any other of his party members.

Of course, his relief was very short-lived.

"Hnnghf?!" the dragon groaned when he felt the first soft touch on his crotch. He made an effort to look back, but the paladin didn't let him. Still, he did not need to look to realize that it was a tongue that licked the front of his pants. And then, another one joined in. The feeling of both soft tongues was much dampened by the cloth protecting the dragon's slit, yet the act in itself was still degrading for both him, Velven and Jevier, who knelt beneath him to lick at his crotch through his clothes again and again.

"So much affection from your companions, huh? More than you've ever gotten, I bet!" The kitsune laughed, but the worst of it was that his paw came back to feel and massage Dreviren's inner thigh. He judged Xerio to be standing between his spread legs. What he wouldn't give to be able to throw a good kick at the kitsune...

"But how disrespectful of you, dragon! They're all doing their best to please you and you're not even... appreciating their efforts. Let me show you a little more of what I can do to help you in that regard."

For a moment, Dreviren could swear that Xerio's hand rubbing at his thighs grew warmer. Then, the dragon was surprised to feel memories of his own suddenly coming forth without him meaning to.

Inappropriate memories.

Rare occasions in which Dreviren had spent the night with a whore in a town. One by one, each memory he had flashed before his eyes quickly, yet what had happened became livid in his mind. Every detail of how the night had gone. Him naked in bed with them, what they did to him, what he did do them... The memories went as far as his youth with a dragoness he used to mate with back in his homeland. The way her scales felt warm when she...

The dragon forced his eyes to close. The wolf's tongue grew more insistent in his maw with their lips pressing together harder. The tiger and hyena beneath him both started giving his crotch more attention. Or... were they? The dragon felt hotter. With dread, he realized that it wasn't that their licking over his pants had changed, but rather that his member had started to come out of his slit, creating a bulge and an outline in his pants that the hyena and tiger focused their efforts on.

The warmth inside him spread without him meaning to. Dreviren knew that Xerio was doing that much as he had done to the others, but it felt impossible to fight it. His own mind was making him hot and aroused and, no matter how degrading and outright wrong the act with his companions was, the tongues attacking his growing member were also having a physical effect on him.

As the dragon felt his cock reaching full hardness, suddenly the layer of clothing provided by his pants didn't feel like enough protection against his companions' tongues. They pressed against the outline of his member from both sides again and again to the point where the fabric of his crotch felt damp with their saliva.

"That's more like it... Let yourself enjoy it. It'll be the first time of many." Xerio said in a teasing voice.

As if having his own allies making out with him and licking his hard length through his clothes, Dreviren felt the vines holding his legs spreading them a little further apart. He felt Xerio coming in between them, placing both hands at the back of his thighs, then much to the dragon's dread, the vines started lowering him...

"I've always wanted to have a dragon for myself..." the kitsune giggled. Graham got down to his knees in front of him never letting go of his muzzle and never stopping the passionate kissing. The tiger and hyena beneath him must have lowered themselves as well for their hungry tongues didn't stop attacking the dragon's dick for a single moment. It was with growing fear that Dreviren realized the vines had left him at waist-height from Xerio, which meant...

The kitsune's claw came to his taint, then Dreviren felt it tearing through the back of his pants as if it was paper somehow. The fresh air of the outside was felt against the dragon's most vulnerable spot.

"Hmmmfgph!" Dreviren tried to say. His hands clenched into fists and all of his muscles strained against the vines no matter how distracting his growing, unnatural arousal was. His draconic tail fought hard to whip downward with every protective instinct the dragon had flaring up.

"Aww! What is it? Scared of a little buggering? I can almost taste your despair..."

Xerio laughed from behind him. Dreviren felt anger and frustration swelling stronger within him. No matter how much he fought, there was nothing he could. The kitsune's finger came down to play around his entrance in a teasing manner. It only furthered the dragon's dread.

"I promise you'll like it. In due time."

After a little bit of teasing, the finger finally went away, but only to be replaced by something else. Something hard and tapered teasing around his tailhole. Graham never stopped his cursed kissing!

"Oh, silly me! This wouldn't be pleasant without proper lubrication, of course."

Dreviren would have sighed in relief if the wolf's tongue wasn't exploring the insides of his maw when the kitsune pulled his cock away from him. Another snap of fingers and Wayne, the only one that had been just standing there staring at nothing, started to move.

"Help us out here, pet. You do have the best tongue, after all!"

It pained Dreviren to watch Wayne walk past him. He couldn't see, but he was pretty certain of what the sound of licking and slurping coupled with the sighs of pleasure from the kitsune meant. It dragged on for a while before Xerio spoke again.

"Good boy. Good pet. I almost like you more when you're dumb and obedient like this!" Xerio's tone of voice was just infuriatingly cocky. "Now, pet, do your companion too so we can get this going."

Dreviren didn't know what that meant. Or, at least, he didn't until he felt something else pressing against his tailhole. This time it wasn't a finger or a dick, but rather Wayne's cold nose pressing under his tail as the thief pressed his muzzle against it. What came next was something Dreviren never thought he'd experience in his life.

As the fox pressed his tongue inward to lick and rim his tailhole, the dragon couldn't help but tense up. The mere thought that it was Wayne, his companion, who was 'lubing him up' like that made his face grow red with a mix of shame and fury.

Xerio chuckled behind them praising Wayne for doing a good job as a 'pet'. As much as the dragon hated it, as much as he tried to avoid and deny it, the soft tongue invading his insides resonated directly with the other pair of tongues licking his hard cock through his pants. The fabric was thoroughly wet with their saliva, making the clear outline of the dragon's cock obvious as Jevier and Velven continued to ravage the dragon's cock.

Precum joined the saliva keeping the dragon's pants wet. Dreviren found himself panting in a flustered, embarrassed mess barely able to breathe properly through the wolf's kissing. It felt like too long before the snap of a finger came to halt the fox's tongue.

"I think that's more than enough," Xerio pretty much sang. Wayne's muzzle retreated from the dragon's rear. Dreviren didn't know if he was relieved or not, for he only had seconds of freedom before the kitsune's cock was pressed against it again. Xerio made a point of rubbing his hard length over the dragon's rear just to mess with him, Dreviren was sure.

"You can get down to your knees, pet. I think I'll have you lick my balls while I work on your friend here. Hmm... yes. I think that's work fit for a pet. We might make a habit of that..."

Anger swelled within the dragon again. His fists were curled so hard that his own claws hurt against his scales. How he wished he could throw a punch square at the kitsune's muzzle. Much more than that, even.

"Are you ready, dragon?" Xerio asked, then he laughed. "Oh, what am I saying. It's much more fun when they aren't!"

Dreviren felt the kitsune lining himself up against his tailhole. He fought again, against everything holding him still, but there was nothing he could do. There was nothing at all he could do to help his companions or himself.

And then the kitsune pressed on.

"HmmmmghhFFFGH!" Dreviren grunted through the muzzle kissing him. The kitsune purposely moaned out loud as he sunk several inches of cock into the dragon's virgin backside at once.

A mix of pain and something else irradiated from the dragon's rear. After the initial thrust, Xerio savored his time in sinking inch after inch of his cock further into the unwilling dragon. Dreviren was pretty sure the kitsune infused him with more of that unwilling arousal too because despite how much he hated Xerio for doing what he was doing, the couple of tongues assaulting his cock from beneath started feeling more and more intense. It couldn't be because he was being fucked at the same time, but he was sure Xerio wanted him to think and feel as if it was.

The dragon's face grew even hotter with both anger and shame of himself.

"Yeeeessss... Enjoy it, dragon. Let the love and passion fill you up. Can't you feel how hard your companions are trying to please you?" A laugh of mockery followed. Dreviren had never felt so helpless in his life.

"Hngghff!" The dragon's eyes were wet with sheer anger and humiliation.

Xerio started to pull back. Just the way that cock moved inside him made Dreviren shudder with both discomfort and unwanted pleasure. The kitsune pulled out until just the tapered tip of his canine-shaped cock was still inside, then plunged himself back in laughing at the way the dragon tensed up and clenched against it.

"Maybe I'll make the wolf fuck you next! The noble paladin shoving his lupine knot into his companion! Wake him up after the deed is done, watch him desperately try to wrench his knot from your ass..."

More laughter followed. Dreviren pretty much growled through the kiss. He swore he saw Graham's blank eyes twitching again, but the wolf's efforts in kissing and making out with him didn't diminish in the slightest. If anything the wolf's tongue was growing more and more aggressive as the fucking continued.

And so were the tongues from his companions beneath me. Each one focused on one side of the dragon's cock. Even through his pants, the tongues felt soft and pleasant. The confinement of its leather prison felt tight and hot around his cock, which pulsed with a level of pleasure the dragon kept trying his hardest to deny. He wouldn't let the kitsune win like that. He wouldn't...

"My dear dragon, I already won!" Xerio said, definitely reading his thoughts. "You're perhaps the most delicious feast I've had so far from the five of you. I'm sure I can find ways to extract this much feeling from your companions as well over time, but so far... I gotta say, this is pure pleasure!"

Xerio pulled back and thrust back in. The kitsune started fucking him slowly with timed thrusts that would certainly shake the dragon if the vines holding him in the air weren't so thick and firm.

Despite all the pain, pleasure and everything else, the implications of what the kitsune had said stuck to Dreviren. He said 'feast'. 'Extract'. Did it mean...

"Yes," Xerio answered without him wanting to again. "Yes, it is what you're thinking! I am feeding on your soul." The sound of the kitsune licking his lips was obvious even through the harsh thrust that came along with it.

"After all, what are souls if not a well for your feelings? The things you feel... oh, they're so intense! And the more intense they are, the more I can siphon from you. From all of you! Why eat a soul whole and kill you if I can have it producing more and more for me, little by little? Or, in this case, five of them! Five of the noblest type of soul feeding me with their feelings over and over again until I can grow my power, my tails, up to infinity!"

Xerio's voice started growing in volume just as his hips started jutting forward faster. The dragon winced. He had to be careful not to bite down on Graham's tongue still invading his maw as the fucking grew harder. Xerio plunged himself deep into the dragon and stopped for a moment. With much dread, Dreviren got to feel the bulge of what must be the kitsune's canine knot engorged and sitting right against his entrance.

Even Xerio was panting slightly. "Can you see it? The beauty of my intelligence? Don't get me wrong. Some kitsunes prefer to feed on other types of strong feelings. Love, grief, pain... but not I! I prefer to savour the most fun types of feelings! And they can be just as intense, as you're proving right now..."

Xerio's hand came over his body. It trailed through the bound dragon's side, feeling him up, then reached around to the dragon's cock. The kitsune's hand played with it even if the licking from the tiger and hyena hadn't stopped.

"The shame. The humiliation. You mortals have such a strong sense of pride, and when that pride is shattered... oh, it's delicious. And so easy to do! All it takes is a little studying. A little prying deep into your minds to see the secrets of your wants and fears... And then I just pull them out, one by one, again and again..."

Xerio's claw trailed over the dragon's cock. Just as he had done before, it cut through the leather of Dreviren's pants with impossible precision. The dragon's cock that was tight and imprisoned within his pants bounced out from the freshly cut hole, free in its ridged glory to pulse out in the open. Physically, Dreviren felt relief as his arousal had space to grow, but it took a mere second before the implications of it made his eyes widen with worry.

His companions' tongues assaulted his erection right away. This time not even the dragon could keep himself from groaning through the wolf's forced kissing as the direct contact of both their hungry, warm tongues met his erection hand on. They lapped at it again and again, from tip to base, licking it from both sides without minding the droplets of precum that appeared from the tip. It was Xerio's magic, Dreviren told himself. It was the magic that kept him aroused through this hell. That made his cock pulse and throb as it edged closer to the points of higher, unwanted pleasure.

Xerio just chuckled at his reaction. It had Dreviren tensing up and clenching around the cock lodged deep within him, too.

"So you don't have to worry, little dragon. I won't kill you or your companions. I will keep you here with me, alive and well, so that we can keep finding new ways to have fun! I can already feel my sixth tail almost grown after all I've taken from the five of you and, when it grows, we'll all explore the new limits of my powers together as you feed me more and more with the intensity of your shame."

Xerio snapped his fingers. He didn't have to order out loud and Dreviren didn't have to wonder for long what it meant. The sound of a new tongue working filled the room and traces of Wayne's warm tongue could still be felt near the dragon's taint as he started licking Xerio's hanging balls while he was still sunk deep into the dragon's ass. A new wave of resentment towards the kitsune washed over the dragon. The knowledge that his strong feelings of shame, humiliation and anger only served to feed the demon's powers only made the dragon feel a new level of frustration over feeling them in the first place, but it couldn't be helped.

The dragon let out another groan when Xerio decided to resume the fucking. Now that the controlled tiger and hyena had full access to the dragon's cock the whole thing became even harder to bear. Pleasure swelled through his body with each thrust from the kitsune behind him and each time it did, Dreviren felt guiltier and more frustrated. What would his companions say if they were aware of how hard his cock was to all of this? He should be able to fight it!

But Xerio's magic was too strong. Too developed. Too ingrained into them. As the kitsune's thrusting intensified, the dragon became more and more aware of the knot threatening his entrance. It felt even bigger than before. The dragon knew how canines worked, but he had never had the intention of finding out how a male canine's dick worked in its details.

Now he had no choice.

He could hear Xerio's own breathing intensifying as the fucking started to speed up at first, then it slowed down again so that more strength could be applied to each thrust. The forced pleasure the dragon felt as that cock slid into him, again and again, felt wrong, but physically it was impossible to deny, especially with two pairs of tongues working on his cock at the same time. The dragon felt himself inching closer and closer to a point he did not want to reach, so he fought with all the mental strength he had to keep himself from doing so. It grew harder and harder, however, until finally...

All the thrusting he had felt so far felt like nothing next to the feeling of his ass being spread so that the kitsune's knot could wedge its way into him. A loud yet muffled grunt came from the dragon as pain shot through him for a split second, then he felt the kitsune's cock filling him up more than ever before. It throbbed and pulsed deep within him with the knot stuck inside. Thankfully, Xerio stopped to moan out loud again after it popped in, then just held himself there.

"You're such a good partner, dragon! I think you're almost as good as my pet!"

With Xerio hilted into him, Wayne's lapping could be felt near his entrance as the poor fox continued to lick and please Xerio while he fucked. It only added a little bit more pleasure that Dreviren didn't want to feel. The dragon's hands were curled into fists again, but this time for a whole different reason. He felt close. Too damn close.

"You think this is over, though? Oh no, it isn't..." The kitsune's tone was nothing if not suggestive. He started moving again, making Dreviren grunt. The humping started again, but this time they were shallow and quick as the kitsune's cock was too deep into the dragon to move much. Each one, however, had both cock and knot moving and jostling around inside, which pressed hard against every pleasure spot Dreviren had back there...

"You can try to fight it. You've been trying to fight all of it this whole time. When are you going to understand that there's just no going against me? You need to accept your place with me from now on. Yours and your companion's. None of you are getting away! I think that there's no better symbolic way of admitting your defeat than..."

The way Xerio giggled again worried him greatly. He felt the kitsune reaching around him again and steeled himself to fight against what he was sure the damned demon would do. Sure enough, Xerio's hand enveloped his throbbing cock. His companions' tongues stopped lapping at it for a moment.

"Come on. Show your companions your regard for them. Cum onto their willing muzzles. I'm sure they'll be happy to remember that when I pull them out of my control!"

Dreviren wanted to shake his head. He felt both muzzles start to lap at the tip of his cock instead and he had no doubt Xerio had made them stay right in front of his cock. At the same time, the kitsune started to stroke him. He trailed his fingers through the dragon's sensitive ridges adorning the top of his black member, driving him crazy with stimulation. The kitsune started rocking himself back and forth slowly, thrusting that cock deep into him...

"Hnnghf!" Dreviren tried to say. His eyes were wet with shame. He tried to fight his body as best as he could, but he knew it was a losing battle. He wanted- no, he needed to retain the last shreds of his dignity. The last bit of freedom the kitsune hasn't taken away yet. For several seconds, he could. The seconds slowly turned into minutes, but each minute was an eternity of pleasure to fight against. The dragon held back as much as he possibly could.

Until he couldn't hold it any longer.

It was simultaneously one of the most intense and one of the most frustrating orgasms he ever had. When he felt his body going past the point of no return, the pleasure that swelled within the dragon felt tainted. The floodgates he had been trying so hard to hold back flew open and drowned him as the pleasure of orgasm flowed through his whole body. Those eager tongues continued to lap at his tip even when the dragon's cock let out the first thick jet of cum to coat the faces of the tiger and hyena below them and yet they kept licking as more and more came.

Even through the high of his climax, it felt like a defeat. The way his body relaxed as his powerful orgasm started to wind down made Dreviren feel weak and powerless.

"That's what he wants," the dragon thought to himself, but that knowledge didn't make it any easier to bear that loss. Of having to acknowledge he was indeed in Xerio's grasp to do as he wished with and that there was no escape from it.

"Very good. Good dragon," Xerio cooed from behind him. "I think I'll have them keep your cum on their muzzles like that. I feel like it'll be a good look for them!"

Xerio's insults still stung, but defeated as he was, Dreviren felt a little more... numb to them. He even stopped fighting against the wolf continuously kissing him, letting Graham's tongue feel his own as it wished again and again.

It only got even worse when Xerio steadied himself and grabbed Dreviren's hips. In the afterglow of his own painful orgasm, the way the kitsune started thrusting at him again felt void of any pleasure. That cock and knot deep within was just more shame to add to the pile.

The final blow was the way Xerio howled. The feeling of the kitsune's warm cum flooding his insides or how that cock pulsed before each new wave of it came. All while Wayne was still made to keep pleasuring the demon from below. Even after it was done and there was just the sound of Xerio's satisfied panting, the weight of his humiliation didn't lift.

He had to find a way to escape, but while before Dreviren had been sure there had to be away, now he wasn't so sure anymore. The kitsune was too powerful.

Maybe the five adventurers had finally met their match. Yet, in Dreviren's mind, the thought of being trapped there with Xerio and his depravities filled him with dread. Then again, that was also what the damned kitsune wanted.

Maybe this time, there would be no way out. Maybe...