FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Milking the Mage of Magic

For Magnus

By Draconicon

Knock, knock.

Draconicon looked up from his books at the loud thumps on his door, somewhat surprised to hear the sound of impending visitors so early in the day. Usually, clients or friends came around much later. This, of course, meant trouble, and trouble was something that he was hoping to avoid. So, he pulled his book back up and tried to go back to reading.

Unfortunately, the attempt didn't work. No sooner had Draconicon started reading his book than there was another thump at his door, then another, and another. Each one rattled the door in its frame until it was a choice of the door slamming down and trouble walking in, or him walking to the door and letting it in himself. In the interest of safeguarding his home from further destruction, he chose the latter.

To his surprise, the ones responsible for such heavy knocking were two people that he hadn't seen in some time, one a dragon, the other a demon. The latter stepped into the house, sliding right past him without the slightest hint of asking permission, while the former - a gold dragon named Torin - looked at him with a blush, rubbing the back of his head with a forepaw. Draconicon shrugged his shoulders, the black dragon gesturing for the other dragon to come in.

With a feral and anthro companion inside the house, he crossed his arms as he watched them take up positions in his living room. He walked over to the demon, first, looking down at him with as annoyed a gaze as he could muster.

"Mind if I ask for the reasons behind the visit?"

"Does a demon need to have a reason to visit a mage?"

"Considering that I have the means of working you right back to your home plane, yes."

"Ah, Drac, you've been working too hard. Come on, take a seat, relax."

"I'd like to know why you're here first."

"You won't budge without that?"

"No."

The alligator-shaped demon sighed, slowly shaking his head before gesturing to the feral dragon. Torin was shifting from one set of legs to another, leaning from side to side, and Draconicon recognized the look of the cock-hunger that sometimes settled on the golden dragon. He sighed.

"Is he needing an antidote?"

"No, not at all. If anything, he needs a chance to feed."

"...Pardon?"

"I thought we might kill two birds with one stone. You would be allowed to relax, and Torin feeds on something besides me for a while."

"...I guess that isn't too bad an arrangement. You aren't planning anything, are you?"

"I am always planning something, but I solemnly swear that I am not planning on using Torin to do anything else."

"Fine."

The dragon turned, but no sooner had he done so than Torin was shoving his head into the crotch of his robe. Surprised at the sheer force of the gold dragon's enthusiasm, he had to work hard to get his robe undone, allowing the feral's head beneath the edge of his robe. He groaned under his breath as he felt the first puffs of air over his balls, his cock starting to rise from the puffing alone.

A soft chuckle hit his ears, and he turned around, narrowing his eyes at the alligator. Magnus remained where he was, holding up his hands in a reminder that he wasn't doing anything, and Draconicon slowly turned his attention back to the dragon in front of him.

Mmmph...I really should get more fun with people, he thought, looking down at Torin as the golden dragon started nuzzling his balls, pushing them up and letting them fall again. Each puff of air as the little guy start huffing in his scent was another shot of warmth over his balls, making his cock throb that much more. If I didn't need to focus on this experiment, I'd not be so pent up.

If it weren't for the fact that dragons stored their magic in their balls, he would have been fine. It made it easier to build up power for something, admittedly, when one just edged and kept themselves in self-imposed chastity. Still, it was a pain and a half to focus on anything else once you started getting attention down there. The black dragon groaned, curling his toes into the carpet as Torin began licking at his sack, slowly working his way up.

I can spare a load...maybe two, he thought. He'd just have to edge a great deal more later in the night to build his seed levels back up, and he'd be fine. He panted softly, his cock solidly hard, and dripping over the golden dragon's muzzle. Torin whimpered softly, looking up at him as if for permission.

Draconicon gave it with a nod, and the feral dragon leaned up, his mouth slowly opening to show that wide mouth, that open throat, before the lips closed down around the base of his cock. The black dragon moaned, his hands clenching at the couch -

Wait...when did the couch...

He turned around, seeing that Magnus had shifted position, leaning against the couch behind him and leaving him leaning against the demon. His eyes went wide as he felt a cock throbbing against his ass, and he shook his head.

"Oh, no, no, no. That's not the - MMPH!"

He froze, gasping as Torin pulled the very tip of his cock into a hot, very tight throat, the feral dragon working him hard with constant swallows and deep bobs of his head. He couldn't move as Magnus reached down, flipping up the back of his robe and leaving his ass bared to the world...and to the demon's cock.

It slid right in, sending a shiver through him from head to toe, and he groaned, biting his lips as he tried to hold back his moan of pleasure. He shook his head, groaning and sputtering, but the words to magic spells wouldn't come to him. Even as he tried to reach for a teleportation spell or something to banish Magnus, or something to remove Torin from the equation, all those different bits of knowledge fled from him, leaving him nothing but the empty-headed feeling of being so horny.

"Mmm, I knew you needed this, Draconicon. Torin will enjoy feeding on you, I'm sure. All that magic cum of yours will keep his appetite from getting too out of control...and it'll make sure that you aren't delving too deep into magic that you should leave alone."

"Mmmph...you gave...you gave your word..."

"That I wouldn't use Torin to get more. I didn't say that I wouldn't use myself."

The demon slammed upwards, burying so many inches of cock into the black dragon's ass that it wasn't even funny. Draconicon groaned, his cock oozing hard into the feral's mouth, filling it with pre before it was sucked down and away, quickly draining him of more and more pre with every thrust. The pounding of his prostate left him gasping for breath, and his eyes were slowly rolling back in his skull.

It didn't help that the pair of them were grinding and teasing against him in tandem, with the gold feral leaning in when the demon pulled out, and the demon thrusting in when Torin pulled back. It was a constant rocking movement, leaving him shuddering, shaking, and his cock throbbing on the verge of orgasm in short order.

"That's it...just give Torin a good spurt of cum. Just a bit...you can hold back after the first one, can't you? It'd be so much easier if you just gave up a little bit of it..."

The demon's whispers were tempting, leaving him grumbling and shivering at the constant reminder of how easy it would be to let go and give up a little bit of his magic. There had to be some reason behind this beyond just making him weaker and taking away some of Torin's hunger. There was no way that Magnus was doing this just for that, but what could it be?

It didn't help that he was reminded of just how much he needed to cum. Every time that Torin swallowed around his cock, he could feel his heavy balls pulling up, the sheer weight of them a constant reminder of the week it had been since he'd last shot his load. If he could just give up a little bit, just shoot a little cum, he'd feel so much better. He'd feel so much clearer, able to think...

The temptation was too much. After a couple of groans and thrusts from the demon behind him, Draconicon couldn't hold back. He blew his load, shooting it down Torin's throat, feeling his balls draw up, shrink, and some of his magic leaving with it. It was a tingle all the way down his cock, leaving him more tired, more drained than usual, while Torin's eyes glittered as the other dragon sucked down his seed and power.

Rather than slowing down, though, Magnus sped up. He felt the reptilian balls against his ass, felt the hard thrusts getting harder, heavier, and grunted as he was shoved forward. Bent over the feral dragon and held down so that his hands were pressed against Torin's shoulders, he was pinned like a bitch. He whipped his head around, staring up at Magnus as the big demon started hammering him hard, fucking him deeper than ever.

"What are you doing?!"

"You gave up a little already. Why not a little more?"

"I don't - mmmph!"

He bit his lip, barely able to hold back a moan as the demon spanked him, as the great creature filled him to the brim with a cock that would have been easily at home on a feral horse. Shiver after shiver went down his spine, leaving him gasping for breath, and he couldn't talk without groaning again.

Torin, for his part, was continually sucking, his tongue flicking and smacking against the dragon's too-sensitive shaft, milking it continuously for more. His balls didn't even have a chance to go back down, his cock already throbbing and getting ready to blow again.

No, no, have to focus, have to -

There was no chance for focus, no chance for anything as he was pushed over the edge again, the demon's scaly crotch pressed right against his ass as the dragon came. Another thick, heavy load shot down the feral dragon's throat, the magic doing who knew what to Torin's insides, but it was draining Draconicon a little more with every orgasm.

"Heh, that's two...let's see how many more we can milk out of you before you're out of magic..."

Fuck...fuck, fuck, fuck... Draconicon thought, even as he was forced to moan yet again as they started working him towards a third orgasm...

The End