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His Magical Mistress

Part 2: Earning Dragonhood

For repanbo

By Draconicon

Drakina woke the next morning well before sunrise. Not because of any movement in the bed, considering the exhausted state of the next five lovers she'd taken, but more from the feeling of magic a few floors below.

That didn't take long.

She sighed, shaking her head as she thought herself forward by a few feet, enough to be off the bed. The slaves in bed collapsed into the hole that she left on the mattress, hugging each other as they went, while she was on her way out of the room and down to the little containment cell that she'd set up for her apprentice.

Though it was an hour or two past midnight, she wasn't too surprised to feel the dragon working against his restraints. She had set him up with something to puzzle through, and once he had stopped being perpetually turned on, she had expected him to start working at it. It might have been out of boredom, out of spite, or out of pure brattiness, but she'd known that he would get on it eventually.

Of course, she had hoped that he wouldn't start until sunrise, after all that she'd done, but that had obviously not happened.

The dragoness's cock swayed back and forth between her legs with a soft thwack, thwack that marked out her steps as much as the clack-clack of her toe claws did. She shook her head as she walked down the hallways of the tree palace, several clusters of fireflies released as she walked through it.

"Good tree," she muttered, patting the central trunk as she followed the spiraling corridor down the palace levels. "You know your place."

Further and further she went until she reached the third floor. Third of eight, which was a bit of a walk. But it was enough to wake her up, which was the important part of doing it in the first place.

Beyond the door, she could feel her apprentice gathering power, pulling at everything that he could to push at the prison that she'd wrapped him in. She could feel the pressure against her spells, against her domination. It was weak, particularly compared to other dragons that she had trapped, but it was far pointless. She could feel him feeling around, analyzing it, trying to figure it out.

It wouldn't work that way, of course. Not against her will. But it was a good sign that he wasn't going to snap mid-lesson.

She opened the door, shaking her head at the sight before her.

Gann had been laid inside of a crib, his mouth still stuffed with the pacifier gag, and his diaper still wrapped tight around his crotch. He groaned, his hips twitching in lingering arousal, but his eyes were still focused on the wooden rods of his crib that reached up and over him like straight-line ribs.

She walked over to the side of it, leaning over the top so that her breasts hung down a little bit.

"Is the wittle dwaggie throwing a tantrum, hmm?"

The little green dragon glared up at her, pawing at the air with his little mittens and kicking with his socked feet. He puckered up around the pacifier, obviously trying to push it out of his mouth, only for the little spell in the pacifier to force itself forward again, almost fucking his muzzle.

"Ah ah. I told you. Little dwaggies don't get to talk. Only dragons get to speak. And you have to earn that. Just like you have to earn your way out of all that padding. My, my, such a big diaper for such a dinky little dickie."

She smiled, patting his crotch, and just like that, his cheeks started burning again. He had such an easy trigger when it came right down to it, and she felt that she would have a lot of fun playing with it.

As she cupped his bulge, running her hand along it, she leaned down closer to his head.

"Now, is the wittle dwaggie gonna be a good boy and go to sleep, or is he gonna be a naughty sissy and need a spanking?"

The little dragon blushed worse and worse, but there was just enough defiance on his face that she knew that he was angling for a punishment. He wanted her to prove that she was going to be good enough to keep him in his place.

She chuckled. She knew that look, and she knew just what to do with it.

"Well, if you insist, little dwaggie. But you're not going to be getting out of that diaper any faster."

Her reality exerted itself on little Gann's, and suddenly, the dragon was on all fours, his head pinned between the bars of one side of the crib. Even as he struggled, trying to pull back, the bars kept him from squeezing his head back into the crib or moving around.

His crinkle-butt, on the other hand, was on her side, pressed right against the edge of the crib. She pulled the side up, exposing the diaper, and started squeezing it.

"You know, you have a big, bouncy butt for a dwaggie. A little dragoness in the making, perhaps, learning how to use her big-girl words and her big-girl butt?"

"Meep!"

"It's something that we'll have to consider. For now, though, your punishment."

She smiled as she stroked her hands up and down the outside of the diaper. It was quite the plush thing, something designed to expand and cushion, something to keep everything from spilling. Ordinarily, she would struggle to make her hand felt through that.

Ordinarily, though, she didn't have something perfectly suited for something like this.

Drakina held out her hand, and the riding crop from earlier that morning popped into being. She stroked a finger along the side of it, resting the flat end of the crop against Gann's thigh.

"You remember this, don't you?"

"Mmmph...nnnngh!"

"Yes, it's that crop that the nice dragon gave me before he decided that he needed to be taught a lesson. I imagine that you were very, very proud of this enchantment, weren't you?"

"...mmm-mm?"

"I know you were. Now, let's see how you handle having it used on you, hmm? After all, a dwaggie doesn't need to be all dominant, does he?"

"Mmm-mmmph!"

The sound turned into a sudden groan as she brought the crop down, hard, right across one ass cheek. Gann arched his back, gasping through the pacifier in his mouth, his eyes wide.

Drakina felt the shift of reality, the shift of power between them. The soft smack had done almost nothing in terms of pain, but in both body language and power, the other dragon had already diminished. He slumped forward slightly, panting, shivering, his ass pushing up a bit higher before he stopped himself.

Smack!

Another hit from the crop, and the dragon whimpered again, gasping as he pushed his ass up that little bit higher, that little bit further. He was whimpering under her, his hips shaking from side to side, even as he sucked that little bit more firmly on his pacifier. She could feel his energy shifting, the dominant feelings that he had been holding onto as tightly as he could sliding into the crop.

Not that she needed it. She could feel it in there, waiting to be claimed, and she let it fade away. There was no need to feast on the dominance of others to maintain her own power. That was the need of other doms, weaker ones.

Crack!

Smack!

Crack!

Smack!

Each time she brought the crop down, she tried it from a different angle, or pushed it from a different side. Sometimes, the crop came down right on the thighs, sometimes on the base of the dragon's tail. Most of the time, it merely came down on top of his diaper, giving it a crack and a crinkle with each impact.

It was enough to drain his dominance, though, draining away little bits of his bratty nature every time that the crop made contact.

"You should be proud, little dwaggie. You gave me a way to teach you. A way to teach that little diaper-butt of yours how to obey, how to remember where you belong. Doesn't that feel good, hmm? Doesn't it feel good to know that you were part of your education, instead of just being a little tease that made me do all the work?"

"Mmmph...mmmph...mmmm..."

He was slowly sinking down, falling into a submissive headspace of his own making. It was obvious enough that even she could tell, even without using the crop. She chuckled, setting it off to the side.

"You feel better now, little dwaggie? You feel better being put back in your place?"

"Mmmph...mm-hmmm..."

"That's good, that's a good little diaper-butt dwaggie."

She smiled, patting his rump.

"Now, I want you to listen. I want you to pay attention. If you can do that, and tell me the answer to a question tomorrow morning, then I'll let you have the pacifier out of your mouth. Do you hear me? Understand me?"

He nodded, so she worked her magic.

Once more, she exerted her reality, this time affecting the back of his diaper. The crinkly bits folded in together, and what had once been smooth now had a hole. She smiled as she slid a finger into the sphincter that she had given the diaper, pushing through it to the cheeks inside, and between them to -

"Mmmph!"

"I told you, pay attention, or you're not getting out of this crib tomorrow."

"Mmmph! Mmmmph!"

He nodded, and she hoped that he was really paying attention. Otherwise, he was going to go through a lot of humiliation before he finally got what he wanted.

She pulled her finger back, exerting her control once again. The diaper pulled tight against his body, the shift in its construction forcing his cock to poke forward more, making more of a bulge than a six-incher should have been capable of. She didn't pay attention to that, though. Instead, she worked on his pucker inside.

As the diaper hole touched his proper one, it started to get slick, wet, moist. Not from anything messy, but rather a little alteration, something that would make him easier to fuck, something that would keep him from getting tired and sore while he was being used.

She smiled, sliding her finger forward once more, sliding it into him and rubbing against his pucker, against his inner walls. It didn't take long for her to feel the slime building up, the needy juices of a sissy slut expressing themselves with a wet rim. She fingered him, slowly filling him up a few times before pulling her finger back.

Of course, there was only one thing to replace that with.

Drakina slid the bars of the crib back down, but she didn't release his head just yet. Instead, she pushed her cock into the space between the bars.

A shaft that was ten inches long and three inches across, it was a massive rod, but she knew that if Gann had been taking her brother's cock, he would be able to take this. She slapped it against the crinkly surface of the diaper a few times before pulling it down, the head pressing against the fake sphincter in the diaper, and then pushing through to slide between the dragon's ass cheeks.

She pressed it against his pucker, feeling the slime inside rubbing against her cock, feeling it lubing her up before she found his hole proper. It was a bit wet, a bit loose, but not nearly as gaping as she had expected for someone that had been under her brother for so long already.

Drac must not be pulling his weight as much as he used to, she thought, shaking her head. Ah well, I'll just have to do the training for him.

With all the magical lube in there, it was easy to slide in, and Gann gasped for her, arching his back as she worked her cock past his hole, past his rim and deeper inside. He was shaking under her, only the restraints of the crib keeping him from collapsing to the softer blankets below.

She gripped the sides of the little dwaggie's crib, holding it for support as she started to rock back and forth, in and out, feeling his hole stretching around her. He was huffing and puffing, but she could feel and hear his cock sliding around in the front of the diaper, grinding against the crinkly material.

"That's it...you can feel it, can't you? Can you feel the magic around you, feel what I'm doing?"

She hoped he could. Otherwise, he would be a pretty hopeless student. She pushed against him, grinding her cock in as far as it would go, holding it in place before pulling it back out again.

"Can you feel the changes? Can you tell that something is different?"

She worked herself in again, her reality pressing down on him, forcing his cock to stay soft, forcing it to go down, but to keep dripping. She made his shaft no longer throb, but it still oozed, like a good sissy cock should. She made sure that it was nice and horny, that his balls were churning, but that he, himself, could not get hard or cum.

In and out, in and out she worked herself, her arousal building and her power over him doing the same. The more that he submitted, the more control he gave her, and the more control she took, the more that he wanted to give up.

In and out, in and out, the soft, slick, wet stretch around her cock making her smile, giving her pleasure and bliss as she worked herself into a frenzy, fucking that slot between the crib bars good and hard.

Her balls slapped against the back of his diaper, slapping it hard, making it crinkle against her scales and flesh. She moaned to herself as she fucked harder, faster, her breasts bouncing and slapping against her chest. In and out, in and out, in and out it went, each time filling him up, each time shifting his reality that little bit more. Enhancing his prostate, making it more sensitive, making his hole more slippery, more eager, more hungry.

Every little change she made, she teased him with a whisper.

"Can you feel it? Can you tell what's changed?"

In and out she went, warping him, using him, teaching him the power of her magic, a power that was different from those that lived outside of her little world. It was not wizardry or even sorcery, as it was typically done. It was not rune magic, not the power of a spoken word. It was something that was entirely down to the willpower of someone else.

It was the power of magical domination, and it was something that few could do...and it had a flip side, something that she wondered if Gann was smart enough to learn.

Squelch, smack, slap, crinkle. The sounds were getting louder and louder as she got faster and faster, her cock buried between plushly-wrapped cheeks, the gagged little dwaggie unable to protest, and unlikely ever to. She worked herself faster, harder, deeper -

Until she finally came.

Drakina buried herself in that hole, holding herself up to the hilt, and made sure that every last drop of her cum went as deep into the little dwaggie as she could force it to go. It was a perfect, slippery cumshot, one that was going to ooze out into the diaper later. She smiled to herself, imagining how Gann would feel sitting in her seed when he was more himself again.

She slowly pulled out of the diaper, slapping her cock against his ass as she allowed it to go soft. Walking around the crib, the dragoness dropped down on the balls of her feet, squatting in front of her blushing apprentice.

"Mmm, did you enjoy that, little dwaggie?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Do you want it again tomorrow?"

"Mm-hmmmmmm."

"Then you better be a good boy and answer all the questions right. Otherwise, you'll just have to wait again. Now, gimme a kiss here."

She lifted her chest, and he nuzzled into her bosom, 'kissing' at her breasts with the edge of his pacifier. She rubbed his head for being good, and then left him to sleep, releasing his head from the crib bondage as she walked out the door.

She was not a cruel woman, but she was a rather mischievous one, and one that enjoyed playing with her toys.

The morning came, and she returned to the crib room. This time, Gann was sitting on his butt, his hands folded over his crotch, and he looked up at her with a grin that was at once submissive and smarmy. She chuckled to herself.

"Well, well, you do recover quickly, don't you?"

The purple dragoness whistled, and the tree gave her a chair, popping it out of the ground.

"Such a good little bitch."

She rubbed her pussy, then dragged her juice across the floor, and the tree palace shivered in gratitude. She moved to sit in front of the crib, smiling down at her apprentice.

"Now, I'm going to take the pacifier out. You have a minute to explain everything that you were able to figure out about my magic last night. If you can get enough of it right, I'll keep the pacifier out for a day or two. Do you understand?"

The green dragon nodded, and she reached down, pulling the pacifier free. As soon as it was out, her apprentice was speaking, a credit to him for not wasting her time.

"You're reality shifting," he said, panting. "You're not casting spells. You're telling magic what you want, and making magic do the work."

"Very, very good," she said with smile, patting his head. "And how am I doing that?"

"I...well, I don't really know, but I think you're just so scary that magic wants to do what you tell it to do."

"That's as close to a real reason as I've ever heard."

"You mean...you don't know either?"

"I didn't say that."

It was more accurate than not, though. She had been focusing on building up her power for a long time, using her life to build up what she was capable of. She didn't have access to as many worlds as her brother or as many different techniques, nor to that special ability of his to adapt any sort of spell to his repertoire as long as he could understand how it worked. That wasn't how her brain actually processed things.

Instead, she had always been one to push and take control, to be the one that knew how to feed the needs of others, how to bring out the best of what she owned. More than once, she had turned a slave into a perfect warrior, or a powerful spellcaster, or something else that nobody had expected.

So, why not do the same thing with magic?

"Domination is a powerful force, heh," she said, leaning back in her chair. "Most think it only applies with how you deal with other people, but you already understand the difference, don't you?"

"I think I do. I mean, you're pretty obvious about it. You don't make any spell signs, you don't say any magic words. You're not even tapping into your own magic most of the time. You just...tell it what you want to do."

"When you do it right, you don't even need to tell it. It just...knows."

She smiled. Someone was finally starting to get it. She had to give her brother credit, he did know how to find the interesting ones.

She looked down at the pacifier, then threw it off to the side. It disappeared before it hit the floor, leaving nothing but a shadow, and then not even that.

"You've proven that you have enough of a brain to be taught. However, you're not going to be taught how to dominate magic."

"What? But you told me that - wait...If I'm not going to be taught that, what am I going to be taught?"

"Heh, again, you show that you have a brain. A foolish brain, but nevertheless, a quick one."

And perhaps one that was worth giving a few little secrets to. Something that would turn to work for her a bit more once the apprenticeship was over. After all, she couldn't let her brother have everything.

"There's a flip side to this sort of magic. If I am dominating reality, if I am making magic obey and do what I want, regardless of the rules, what's the opposite of that?"

"Well...if we go with the opposite of domination, then that's submission, isn't it?"

"So far, yes."

"Well, if you submit to magic...I'm not sure. It feels like all that would do is make you magical."

"Heh, not quite. Come on. Don't start making me think you're just a dumb dwaggie after all. Work it out. Show me what you can do with that brain of yours." She mimed looking at a watch. "You have sixty seconds to figure it out."

Gann sputtered, but when she started counting down the seconds - fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven - he shut up and started thinking.

Heh, at least he takes it seriously. He wants it, even though he's humiliated by it.

Drakina wondered if he'd be able to take that leap from submission to what it actually was. Not all subs and slaves could, after all. It was a thing that baffled them, confused them, because it was anathema to what service was for the majority of submissives. It required them to be something a bit more than just a machine.

It required -

"Seduction!"

He nearly shouted the word, gasping for breath, and she stopped the count at thirteen. She arched an eyebrow, gesturing to him with a spinning finger to continue.

"Seduction. It's not just submission, it's seduction, giving the magic what it wants, making it want to give you what you want in return. You want it to be obsessed with you, make it need you, make it want to do things so that you keep coming back."

"And there you go," she said with a nod of approval, chuckling under her breath. "You could figure it out, after all."

"God, my heart..."

Gann leaned back, holding one hand over his chest as he shook his head.

"I swear, you were going to give me a heart attack there. I almost couldn't think of it."

"But you didn't get one."

"But it was close!"

"Dragon or dwaggie, Gann?"

"...Dragon."

"And that means?"

"I don't just know how to talk, but when?"

"Very good, little guy."

She patted his head, reaching down and pulling him out of the crib. He blushed as she pressed her hands against the diaper behind him, giving it a few little squeezes to make it crinkle and to grind her seed back against his butt.

"Heh, I think you need a bath and a change."

"Can I please not have the diaper on after?"

"You'll keep it on until you earn the right to take it off."

"Dammit!"

"Luckily for you, I don't mind swearing, but others would give you that pacifier back. Now, let's get you cleaned up, and then we'll talk about more lessons."

She carried him off, feeling him shifting and squirming against her. She wondered if he had figured out about the curse to his cock just yet, the spell that was keeping him from getting hard.

Well, if he hadn't figured it out yet, he probably would once they were in the bath tub. There wasn't hiding much there.

He was all kinds of huffy when she had him sit on the ground outside in the diaper. He looked down at his crotch, obviously annoyed at the fact that he was still dripping, his pre-cum flowing freely.

It was another little curse that she'd put on him, something that made it clear that he wasn't going to be getting out of the diaper anytime soon. Either he obeyed and did what he was told, or he would be humiliated until he did.

In this case, it was a constant, free-flowing wash of pre that was coming from his cock, something that wouldn't end no matter how turned-off he got. She wanted him to remember just what sort of power that she had, how his body belonged to her, even if his mind belonged to her brother.

She leaned back against the tree trunk of her palace, smiling as he blushed and squirmed.

"Now, let's start. Tell me. What is magic?"

"Mmmph. Couldn't you let me do this in clothes?"

"Not until you earn it. And you're almost back to being dwaggie, so start impressing me if you want to keep that mouth clear."

"Mmmph."

"Tick tock, Gann. I am taking time out of my schedule for this, after all," she said, looking down at her knuckles.

Not that it was much of a schedule. Wake up, fuck with things, have fun and fuck around a bit more, make a bit of trouble for Drac to take care of, then go back to sleep with more fucking and fun. Purpose had been a thing of the past for a long time for her.

Even the limited stuff that she did back in Suresh, administering a duchy that more or less took care of itself and protecting it from outsiders, was hardly that pressing a duty. Being here was supposed to be a vacation, but in reality, she was already considering heading back when the islanders were properly trained.

This, on the other hand...

The sputtering, grumbling Gann was certainly going to be a challenge. He had just enough of a spine to require forcing him to submit and just little enough of one to actually work as a dom more full-time. She had to teach him, push him to submit enough to her teachings without actually letting him try and take over, and from the looks of things, he acclimated to the different extremes of teaching at a very rapid rate.

That was fine with her. It just meant that she had a bit more fun ahead for her.

Eventually, Gann managed to come up with an answer.

"Magic is the expression of the mind upon the world, of the metaphysical upon the physical," Gann said, nodding his head. "Instead of using our hands or machines or other things, we use our minds to enforce our will on the world. Usually, through words or symbols and other stuff that channels and focuses it, but you do something different."

"Indeed. I dominate the magic."

"But how does that even work? I mean, we use magic words and stuff to tell the magic what we want it to do."

"Heh, and you think I'm not telling it what I want?"

"..."

"Let's back up. When you serve my brother, do you have to be told what to do all the time?"

"Well, no. I watch him and figure out what he wants. Body language and all that."

"That's what I've trained magic to do."

"But...but it doesn't work like that!"

"Oh no? Why not?"

"Because...because magic isn't intelligent!"

"If that's the case, why do you need to 'talk' to magic with symbols and gestures to make it understand what you need it to do?"

"I...but...you...that changes..."

"It changes everything and nothing. Magic was always listening. All everyone else does is talk to it like it's some sort of computer or device that needs to be programmed. I treat it like what it is. An eager little helper. A devoted servant."

She extended one hand, and the earth jumped up to meet it, a stone tentacle stroking along her fingers and palm the way that a cat could have done, nuzzling away.

"A slave hungry for a mistress."

"...That's pushing way too many of my buttons right now..."

"Good."

Letting the tentacle break apart and fall back to the ground, she crossed her arms under her breasts, smiling as Gann's eyes dropped for a moment before popping back up to her head.

"I'm going to let you figure out how to 'seduce' magic. If you can figure it out before the end of the week, I'll give your cock the ability to get hard again. If not, then I'm going to shove a dildo up your ass and leave it on a vibrating spell that'll gradually pulverize your prostate. Because, obviously, you need to be more turned on if you're not getting it."

"But I've never done anything like this before! I don't even know where to start."

"Considering your specialty, you have a better head start than most."

"What, ley lines? That's - I don't get it!"

"You will. You will, or you'll be getting something even bigger than this again."

Wagging her soft cock at him, she leaned her head back, looking up at the living palace that loomed over her.

It was the first time that she'd found someone that could both listen to her way of using magic and had a chance of harnessing it. She had little doubt that he could find a way to submit to magic, then seduce it. Perhaps, once he managed that, he might learn how to dominate magic, as well, though that would be harder, she imagined.

Then again, she was a top, and a very dedicated dom. She had no idea how it worked on the other side, only how, theoretically, it would work to submit and seduce the magic into working for oneself.

After all, true domination and true submission were two sides of the same coin, and that coin was called Seduction.

The End