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His Further Education

Part 1

For Repanbo

By Draconicon

Drakina was surprised that her brother had lowered so many of his protections around his city. Happy, admittedly, but surprised. Apparently, the chat that they'd had a few weeks back had opened more than just the door to civility. Of course, the wards were still up, but they were the sort that the dragoness could break with ease, the sort that was meant to say 'Come in, but make sure that it's important.'

And it was. After all, she was still teaching her little apprentice, and she needed him to learn how to have fun.

The dragoness smirked from her balcony, leaning back against a pillar as her brother held forth with the people of his city. Draconicon was actually taking things seriously today, it seemed, dressed in a fancy robe, making sure that his musk was less powerful and potent so that people could think, not showing off his feet and his dick to make them think about him as a sex god. It was surprisingly professional.

And here I am to ruin that, she thought with a stifled chuckle.

Her apprentice, a green, pink-speckled sissy dragon by the name of Gann, was wiggling his fingers in the air, whispering and swaying his ass back and forth. She could see the magic in the air caressing him in return, rubbing invisible fingers down his ass cheeks, pulling him back against a semi-solid presence that only he could feel. If she hadn't been as practiced at magic as she was, she doubted that she would have noticed. Gann was reaching levels of aptitude that she certainly wasn't expecting.

As he seduced the magic around him, he gathered up a ball of wet goo. She watched with interest as her apprentice seduced the magic, teasing it with his own submission, to fold and hide the ball of goo that he was making, almost like a little slave asking its master to do it a cute little favor. The magic was more than willing to do what it was told, and she watched the goo all but disappear.

Draconicon would never know it existed until it was too late.

The purple dragoness smiled as she walked up behind her apprentice, rubbing his ass slowly. He yelped slightly, but she squeezed the base of his tail.

"Ah ah. No mistakes, now."

"Mmmph. That's not fair."

"You wanted training, right?"

"Yeah, but -"

"Shhhhh."

She pressed her scaly finger under his tail, against his pucker. He blushed, his cheeks burning a bright red against the green as she rubbed her finger gently against him, slowly increasing the pressure that she was putting on his hole. She could feel his pucker squeezing, trying to keep her finger out, but she knew that he wouldn't last long. He never did. The magic wobbled, for lack of a better word, and she leaned over him, her bare breasts against his back.

"Come on, now, little dwaggie," she teased. "Keep your spell going."

"Nnnngh...I didn't think you'd...be teasing already..."

"That's your problem. Now, come on...Steady..."

She slowly wiggled her finger past his ass cheeks, making him hiss. The ball of goo almost lost its stability, but pulled together at the last second. Half of that was the type of magic that Gann was using rather than his own ability, but that was part of the mercy of it.

When the magic loves you, it wants to make you happy.

She shook her head, idly sliding her finger in and out, in and out. Despite her naked apprentice's cock getting harder and harder, she could feel him pulling himself back together. He was getting what he needed to do, and he was starting to tune out her teasing.

Drakina smiled. That was what she wanted. Not just a challenge, but an apprentice that was actually capable.

Slowly, Gann moved the spell over her brother's head. Petitioners from all across the city were blind to the spell and their presence, despite the fact that the pair of them were completely naked on a balcony overseeing the throne room in the modern skyscraper. Her apprentice was huffing and puffing as she added a third finger to his ass, and she smirked.

"Going to last?" she whispered.

"Mmmph...w-watch me."

"Oh, I am...and feeling you..."

The dragoness reached around, wrapping her delicate fingers around his cock as her own shaft rubbed against his ass. He kept squirming, but she knew that he could handle the easy teases. She didn't want him to fail, anyway. She just wanted to make sure that he hadn't been slacking off while she was distracted for the last few weeks.

It was impressive seeing him floating the invisible goo ball over the throne and her brother's head. Most mages would have completely lost control of their spells by now, fallen over and started begging for her cock. She knew that was still a possibility, and she could make her apprentice do that, but -

"Nnngh...it's...it's ready..."

Drakina leaned to the side, giving a quick double-check that the spell was in place. It was. She chuckled, slowly pulling her fingers out of the smaller dragon's ass with a wet slurp.

"Good boy. It's all put together properly?"

"Yeah...." He panted softly, shaking his head, obviously trying to clear it. "Yeah, it's all...it's all there. Aphrodisiacs, subby spells, everything to turn the room into a derg brothel."

"Good, good." Drakina smiled, leaning back again, her arms crossed under her breasts. "Well, then, let it drop."

"...Me?"

"It's your lesson," she said, winking. "And besides, I just got in good with my brother again. You're doing this one, not me."

"Come on, it was your idea."

"Was it? I don't remember putting that in writing?" She smirked. "Plausible deniability, Gann. Just drop it."

"Fiiiiine. Meanie."

"You won't be calling me that when I'm putting you in your place later."

"...Meanie."

"And what's that one for?"

"For making me wait. Not fair."

She patted his butt one last time, and the dragon did as she instructed. The spell goo fell from the heights, and splattered right on top of her brother's head. It exploded as was expected, rushing through the entire throne room, stripping everyone of their clothes and making them fall to their hands, and knees, gasping as they were put into heat. Gann blushed, her apprentice already running off, probably terrified of what sort of punishment he might have invoked.

Then again, he was giggling. He probably wasn't as scared as he looked.

She looked over the side of the balcony, waiting for her brother to fall to the spell. That was half of the reason she'd decided to go along with this lesson, to see her brother squirming and panting on the floor. The black dragon kept pretending that his submissive side didn't exist, and she was sick of her brother denying a part of himself.

Instead, he was still seated on the throne. He was naked, yes, but that was the only effect of the spell that seemed to have hit him. Drakina sighed, leaning forward so that her large breasts hung over the edge of the railing.

"What gave it away?" she asked.

"Him getting horny," Draconicon muttered, the black-scaled, white-eyed dragon shaking his head. "That, and the gap in magic. There's so much of it in the air that I notice when part of it disappears."

Drakina nodded. She could see how that would have given the whole thing away. He was a bit more in tune with the details, while she tended to go more with the feel of things, with the raw demands and whims of a sorceress.

The dragoness floated herself off the balcony and into the throne room, leaning against the side of her brother's throne. Chuckling at his erection, she flicked it with her tail.

"So, were we interrupting anything?"

"Nothing particularly important. A bunch of people looking for permission to make a new parking lot."

"Real exciting life you picked for yourself," she muttered sarcastically.

"Why bother picking something exciting when you are going to show up and do something like this?"

"Heh, fair point."

"So, are you here to flirt, or to get Gann in trouble?" Draconicon asked, looking up at her. "And when do I get him back?"

"When he chooses to come back," she said, shaking her head. "He's mine until he says otherwise."

"Pity. I miss his charm."

"So, how much of a head start are you giving him?"

"Pardon?"

"Before you chase after him for punishment. You always do."

"...I was thinking ten minutes."

"Twenty, then."

"What?" Draconicon blinked.

"You're always nicer to them than you need to be, so when you say ten minutes, you really mean twenty, so that he looks better when he comes back to me, avoiding you for longer."

"...I forget how well you know me, sometimes."

"Pity that it's not mutual, brother dear," she said, patting his cock one more time and drawing a groan out of him. "You just make sure that you give him a fair punishment. I'll give him a reward for how long he manages to stay out of your reach."

"Was that all this visit was for? Play a prank and tease?" he asked.

Drakina smiled. She could have made it so much more. She could have gone back to what she used to do, making his life half-miserable until he admitted what he really wanted. They could have had one of their fights, their great clashes that ended up with one or the other of them getting to fuck hard, and the other taking it.

She could have done that, but they had just made up. Better to wait and push the fights for a day when they would both be on the same page about it.

"I'll see you again later, Drac."

"...See you later, Drakina."

Smiling at the change, that he was willing to see her again, Drakina opened a portal out of the city and back to her island. For all that the prank had gone awry, she was glad that it had done so. It meant that she'd had a few seconds to talk to her brother where they could be honest with each other again.

The dragoness was surprised that she didn't hear anything for over an hour. If she hadn't been occupied with her latest fixations - green men and women from the orc species of various worlds - she would have been rather interested in scrying on her apprentice and seeing how he was doing. However, as the alarm bells hadn't gone off to tell her that he was in real danger, she ignored it, continuing to have her fun.

She was savoring the feeling of big, green, sweaty feet on her cock - and another musky pair acting as a pillow - when the portal to her bedroom opened. She opened one eye, seeing Gann panting and huffing with red ass cheeks, and she smiled languidly. Drakina patted a cushion at her side.

"Join me, apprentice."

Gann sat with her at the edge of the bed, shuffling a bit as his obviously well-paddled bottom burned against the pillows. She could have reached over and cured that with little more than a thought, but she knew that he liked the burn. He was one of those that liked getting punished, not that he'd ever admit it.

Giving a slight thrust against the orc feet on her cock, she looked at him again.

"So, how long?"

"Huh?"

"How long did you avoid getting caught?"

"...Thirty minutes," he admitted.

"And the rest of the time was getting punished?"

"Yeah, you know, I didn't expect that either. But then I said a pun, and -"

"You told a pun. To my brother," she said, arching an eyeridge.

"Look, I never said that I was good at the whole self-preservation thing," Gann admitted.

"Obviously. I'm surprised you're not still there."

Nevertheless, she smiled. There was no way that Gann would ever change when it came to him poking and prodding to get a reaction out of people. She'd seen where it came from, from a desire to make sure that people were happy, and that was worth keeping. Even if she could make him stop - and that was a big if, even for her - she doubted that she would. It would make him into someone else.

So, instead, she rolled herself to her side, dismissing the orcs with a wave of her hand. The little pack of them, two men, three women, left the chambers, disappearing into a portal that came with a snap of her fingers. Gann watched them leave, then turned to her with a face as red as his butt.

"Are you, um...going to punish me too?"

"That depends."

"On what?"

Drakina arched an eyebrow.

"Oh, come on," Gann groaned. "I still have to say it?"

"I'm pretty easygoing about it, my little dwaggie," she said, making his blush worse. "But I do expect it from time to time."

"Fine. What does it depend on, Mistress?"

"That's better." Smiling, she leaned back, letting her legs fall open, her large balls falling between them, almost covering her pussy. "It depends on whether you consider having a reward a punishment, or having a punishment a reward."

Watching him out of the corner of her eye, she could see the way that his eyes lit up. Oh, he understood her, alright. He wanted to be punished, and that was his reward. She chuckled.

"Don't answer. I already know."

"That's not fair. You can read me, but I can't read you."

"Get on my level, and then we'll talk."

"Oh, really? Really, we're going there?"

"Oh, I live there. You just wish you did."

Drakina cleared her throat, and she felt the magic in the room change. There was a stiff feeling to the air was the only way that one might describe it, as if there were thousands, millions of particles suddenly standing at attention. It pulled Gann upright, forcing him to sit at attention, and he blinked, trying to pull his arms this way and that. He was only modestly successful, staring at his reluctant limbs.

"Oh...boy..."

"The power of keeping magic as your personal bitch," Drakina said, looking down at her fingers. "Be lucky I'm not bringing out the big guns."

"You have bigger guns than magic just...serving you?"

"Oh, much bigger. But that's for later, if you get to that level."

"What if I could be on that level right now."

"Impossible," she said, shaking her head dismissively.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. But just suppose."

"Then we would have to take it up a notch."

Gann nodded, and she could tell that he was trying to puzzle through something. He got a particular look on his face when he wanted to start a new lesson, when he wanted to learn something. It was always a puzzle, something to solve and find a way to earn what he wanted. It meant that he always worked harder than her other disciples.

And if she was honest, it meant that he had the best chance to move to the higher tiers. He'd work for it rather than wait for her to be bored enough to hand it down.

Regardless, she doubted that he was ready just yet. She cracked her tail like a whip, and Gann was lifted off his feet, his legs flying up, his limbs held spread-eagle as he floated like he was bound to the ceiling. The green, pink-speckled dragon yelped as he was held by nothing, not even the usual chains of magic that she would often use. His legs were forcibly spread, further, further, further, and his tail was dragged along his spine, forcing his hole to be exposed.

Drakina lazily lifted herself from the bed, walking over to her apprentice. She stroked her hands along his legs, running her claws along his thighs before resting her fingers against his pucker once more. The way that his face burned was rather adorable, she had to admit, and it was fun to watch him squirm.

"Are you enjoying your punishment so far?" she asked, pressing two fingers to either side of his pucker. "Or is it too much of a reward?"

"Mmmph...oh no...mistress is going to fuck me," Gann muttered with more than the needed amount of sarcasm.

"Is that what you think is going to happen?"

"...Isn't that what you're going to do?"

"Oh, no. You see, I'm going to try something much more...teasing."

She chuckled, her fingers pushing together again and slowly sliding into the green dragon's hole. He arched his back as she found his prostate, rubbing her fingers over it, teasing it a few times to make it nice and sensitive for her. It didn't take long before his cock was up, throbbing and dripping on his stomach.

Of course, she imagined that he was thinking that it wouldn't last long. What an incorrect assumption.

Your body belongs to me...for however long you choose to give it...your body belongs to me...

Her thoughts were mirrored in reality as magic swooped to obey. She barely had to convince it. Gann had learned to submit to magic, to be part of it, to be its little sub, by coming to her. Something that would persuade him to stay around longer was something that the magic was all too eager to go along with.

As she stroked his prostate, forcing his cock harder and harder with the stimulation, the magic obeyed her and seeped into the other dragon's cock. It made it throb, growing a little bit bigger, a little bit stiffer. She could see just how sensitive it was, too, seeing the magical patterns that were modifying it, making his cock twitch, bounce, swell with need.

More than that, though, it was binding his cock to her. It connected his ability to orgasm with her mental permission. In the back of her mind, it was like she had his cock behind a clear glass barrier, and that glass barrier would keep him from cumming as long as she kept the thought of his cock back there. She smiled, stroking her free hand to his shaft. He moaned as she squeezed around the base, rubbing up along his dick to the tip, circling it.

"Are we enjoying this?"

"Ooooh, yes..."

"Feeling nice and helpless?"

"Mmmmph...could be a bit more helpless..."

"Perhaps you should look at your cock, then."

"What? What did you - oh..." Gann said as he lifted his head, staring at his now-purple cock. "Oh."

"It wouldn't be proper if you didn't surrender your cock to me at least once," the dragoness said. "Now, lay back and relax. Your mistress is going to give you some new training."

After all, for all that he had done better in escaping her brother's gaze for a while, she knew that he could do even better. He was still thinking with his cock as much as he was thinking with his brain, and she needed to push him to think through that.

So, she began stroking him, teasing him, slowly rubbing his cock. It was a delicate, gentle thing, something to be done with someone that was weak and tender. She smiled at him as she slowly rubbed her hand up and down his cock, her magic creating oils that made her hand more slippery, her fingers pushing deep into his ass, making his hole slippery and wet. It was never quick, never rushed, merely slow, relentless, pressing his pleasure buttons over and over again.

Gann started to roll his hips in his bindings, his eyes rolling back, his cock throbbing harder in her hand. He tried to thrust, but a thought brought an end to that. The magic was in tune to her desires, and her desires and commands trumped Gann's offers. He was pinned, locked down, and he couldn't even hump against her hand.

He moaned as she stroked him towards a climax. It was a cute sound, almost more of a mewling whimper than anything else. Not once had she ever heard him growl dominantly. The most that she had ever heard was a soft growl and groan of frustration, never the rough, earthy growls of a predator or a real dom.

For all that he was a switch, she knew where he liked to be. Where he really, really liked to be.

Stroking her finger up along the base of his cock, then along the underside, she traced the pre-cum that was slowly rising in a bulge along his shaft. The green dragon moaned, gasping for breath, huffing in the way that one would do when they were about to cum. She smiled, pushing him harder, leaning down to lick the head of his cock. He gasped, eyes going wide...

But he did not cum. He looked so confused, so precious, so silly as he stared down at his cock. He panted for breath as she brought her other hand out of his ass, adjusting his position. As she pushed his legs up, his legs spread and his feet in the air for all to see, her apprentice looked up at her.

"W-why didn't I cum?"

"I control your cock now, my little dwaggie."

"Nnngh. That's not fair."

"Everything's fair for a mistress. That's why you always make sure you pick a good one. Like me."

She patted his cock gently, leaning down to lick right around the little slit in the tip. He gasped, throwing his head back, the one movement that he was allowed without her permission. He 'nnnngh'ed and 'mmmph'ed at her, obviously feeling like he should be cumming, but no. His cock was under her control, and that meant that he wasn't going to blow his load until she was done playing with it. That was all there was to it.

As he huffed and puffed in pure frustration, she reached out her hand. The magic in the air gripped her, lifted her so that she could walk on air. The dragoness smiled, her purple scales shimmering as she swayed her hips.

"I think you know what's coming next," she said.

"Mmmph...Face?"

"Face. Sit."

Drakina spread her big, curvy, bountiful butt cheeks, and sat down right on her apprentice's face. He gasped, the warm breath puffing right up against her pucker, and she smiled and wiggled her hips side to side to get comfortable. His burning blush was warm against her ass cheeks, and she smiled as she felt the heat settling into her backside.

It didn't take long for him to start being a good boy, too. His tongue flicked out, dancing along her asshole. She preferred that one, usually; her pussy didn't give her the same sort of pleasure as the 'naughtier' stuff back there. But perhaps, one day, she might give him the chance to fuck her feminine parts.

Heh, that might actually be a punishment for him, considering how he leans so much towards cock, she thought with a smile. But still, never hurts to ask.

But again, that was for another time. For now, it was time to keep teasing his cock, and see if he could resist it. As he flicked his tongue along her asshole, she dragged her feet up, pressing her purple soles along the side of his shaft. It didn't quite jump the way her brother's did, as Gann's fetish for feet wasn't quite as strong, but it was firm enough. He moaned between her ass cheeks, huffing down her scent, sucking on her pucker and licking it hard enough to keep her stiff and eager.

She ran her feet up and down either side of his cock, making sure to give it all the loving, teasing attention that she could. Every time she brought her soles together, trapping the shaft between her arches, she could feel his pulse through her soles, feel just how bad he wanted to cum. It was almost funny, in a way. Here he was, getting a 'reward' that would never actually finish.

Or at least, not as fast as he'd like it to.

She dragged her feet up his cock again, rubbing her soles along the tip of his member, grinding, polishing the tip of his cock with her soft, scaly sole. He moaned, whimpering, the sound barely carrying past her ass. He wanted to thrust, to cum, but his purple cock was all hers, marked with her colors.

"If you want release, you'll have to take it, my apprentice," she said, pushing his cock down and grinding it between her foot and his stomach as she wiggled her ass on his face. "If you want to cum, if you want out, then you have to do something about it. Otherwise, we're staying right here until I'm done playing with your cock. Or should I call it, my cock?" she asked, curling her toes around the tip of the stiff thing.

Gann was more than responsive to that, and she chuckled, continuing to idly tease the other dragon's cock between her toes, taking her time to really get it stiff before bringing her foot down to his balls, tugging on the little sack with her toes. It was really drained down there; her brother must have done more than just paddle the little guy.

As she pushed her ass back against his tongue, she wondered if he was ready for the next step. All he had to do to get free was to work with magic, to blend himself into it in a different way. Up until now, he had tried to make magic want to listen to him more than it did her, when there was another way. He just had to figure it out.

Until then, she'd just enjoy herself.

Drakina leaned back, the air solidifying behind her into invisible pillows and cushions, her tail wrapped around her apprentice's head and neck to keep herself supported. He kept licking diligently, dragging his tongue from her pucker to the base of her tail and then back again. It was a lovely feeling, and she made sure to keep grinding his face where it belonged, using his muzzle as a cushion for her rump.

However, as she dragged her toes along his cock again, she felt something shift. It was faint, at first, but she realized that there was something creeping along her soles, a sort of pleasurable tingle. The dragoness paused, keeping her toes pinched around the base of his shaft as she lifted her other foot up, looking at the underside.

There was a green stain along her scales, one that was slowly spreading up along her arch and towards her toes. She chuckled.

"Well, well, well..."

Drakina lifted herself up, and Gann gasped for breath, his eyes wide, his head bobbing back and forth as he struggled to catch his breath. She stroked his head until he calmed down, then rolled her eyes as he looked up at her with a smirk.

"Oh, wipe that look off your face."

"Heh, I got you."

"Oh, you got something."

"I got your foooot. I figured it ouuuuuut."

"Then explain it to me."

"Um...right...can you put me down?" he asked. "I think better on the ground."

"I thought you said you figured it out."

"Oh come on. You're going to make me break two spells?"

"Technically, you didn't break the first," she said, patting his purple cock. "You just worked it in as a conduit. Now, are you going to break it or not?"

Gann bit his lips, twisting his head side to side. As he reached out to the magic in the room, she could feel him fumbling, trying to replicate something. It was clear that he hadn't quite figured it out as well as he thought he had, but the fact that he had started channeling his power into her, claiming part of her body, was impressive.

He used my claim on him to put a claim on me, she thought, smiling to herself. A symbiotic and symbolic sort of magic, using the feel of it rather than working out the wheres and whyfores. Very smart.

She liked being impressed, and she was glad Gann could still do it.

When he was unable to break through her restraints on him, she snapped her fingers. He yelped, almost hitting the floor, before calling magic to him and slowing him down. Of course, that meant that his spell spread his legs for a moment, and the indentations of magic's hands along his thighs were quite visible against his scales, but it didn't seem to bother the other dragon in the slightest.

Drakina held up her foot, the green scales on her sole fading, but not quickly. There were still quite a few of them.

"Now, do you know how you did this?"

"Well, yeah. You claimed part of me as your sub, I claimed part of you as my mistress," he said. "We have claims on each other with that kind of relationship...right?"

"Quite right," she said, chuckling as she put her foot back down. "But that's only the beginning. A very physical beginning. Take that idea. Push it further. What does that mean?"

"...Is this how I would have gotten out of your spell?" he asked.

"This time, yes, but not next time. I'll be upgrading them from now on. Now, come on. Focus."

"Well, um...I guess if it's working on the symbolic stuff, then it's finding the connections and stuff like that. Me being your slave, you being my mistress. Your spells restraining me...um...um..."

Drakina waited, tapping her foot impatiently as Gann kept 'umm'-ing to himself, trying to sort through it. She knew that he would eventually, but there was an easier way than what he was doing. He was trying to start from the beginning and figure out how to get to the end. In this case, the reverse was easier. If her magic bound him, and it had to have a symbolic inverse, that was hard to figure out. However, if he started thinking about being freed, and worked from there -

"Oh! Oh! Your spells restrain me, but my spells choose what restraints I'm in!" Gann said with a grin.

"Not bad, apprentice, not bad. It might be that you're ready for the next level, after all...once you prove that you can do that. After all, theory and practice are two very, very different things..."

The End

Summary: Drakina and Gann have some time training and playing together after playing a small prank on Draconicon.

Tags: H/M, Herm/Male, Drakina, incest, masturbation, teasing, nudity, facesitting, face sitting, rimming, foot fetish, footjob, chastity, edging, magic, training, series, siblings, dragon,