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Divine Pleasures

For Dreixes

By Draconicon

Draconicon didn't often go to brothels, and yes, he was aware of how that sounded like the start of a commercial. But the truth was, he didn't. If he wanted satisfaction, then he had the capability to get that in any number of ways. Aside from the obvious friends with benefits, the dragon could reach out through a portal and snag someone that owed him a favor, or walk down the street and use either his hypnotic scent or equally hypnotic gaze to just change someone's mind about wanting to have sex with him. Convenient alleys could make it naughtier, or he could just fuck his chosen partner in the open, and most of the time, nobody would do anything about it. Not even due to his magic, either, but rather from the fact that nobody really wanted to mess with a dragon that had their hands on someone else.

However, there were times when certain hungers struck, and the black dragon needed something that was just...different. More official, more focused, more effortless. When such urges struck, he had a number of places to go, and it was just a matter of picking the right one.

He opened a portal to a desert region, one where the heat was so extreme that the haze left even the portal itself swaying slightly with the beginning of a mirage. Draconicon winced slightly at the sight, the black dragon loosening his robe, letting it fall over his shoulders. His wings pulled up and out, one shading the back of his head as a preemptive measure for where he was about to go. If this particular brothel was not so focused on what he desired, he would not even consider going somewhere so warm...

Stepping through, he felt the heat of desert sand untempered by the shade of trees and stone. Civilization was naught to be seen, and if he had been but a normal merchant, he would have found himself ill at ease, feeling lost. But to one with magic to call upon, this place was a maze of spells, both protective and otherwise.

The black dragon closed his eyes, opening them again to see the walls of light, green and blue and gold, and more colors besides. He stepped between them, walking the maze that guided those that had the sight to where they wanted to go. Those that did not have it were directed away, subtly lifted by the wind and the sand until their steps took them away from this place. Those that fought that redirection were quickly dealt with, usually by a most unwelcome burial.

Hissing under his breath at the cooked feeling that his soles rapidly took on in the desert sands, he followed the old markings in the spell-walls, ignoring the occasional graffiti that past clients had scrawled with drunken claws and wasted auras. Old employees that could no longer exist had gaudy and crude recommendations written about them, and past madames were referred to in most unappealing ways.

It was all familiar. He chuckled slightly between hisses of discomfort; he had been here when the first customers and first employees had been selected, back when there had been a city here and this had been a standing labyrinth, not merely the ghosts of one. Still, the ghosts were no less deadly than the stone, and sometimes, more so. He stopped himself from almost stepping into one spell-wall, the magic's color nearly the same as the sand ahead, and continued down the curling, spiraling paths that they created.

Eventually, he reached the center of the labyrinth, where stood a small structure of sandstone. For the grandeur of the protections that surrounded it, one would have been forgiven for thinking that the humble structure of tanned stone was a little disappointing. It was, to the normal eye. To his, the ghosts of the past and the spirits of those that still survived soared overhead, creating a palace and temple that rivaled anything that still stood in the world, and surpassed most.

He approached, feeling the cool waters of the nearby oasis filtering under his feet. The sand turned soft, then solid, going from burning hot to a soothing mud bath. He smiled as he approached, a jackal woman pulling aside the leather curtain that stood between him and the inside. She bowed, her black fur smooth and pulled back, her ears tall despite the layers of piercings that ran up them. Four gold bands in each ear, crossing the back and hooking into the softer inner layer, with each dangling charms of hounds.

"Master Draconicon. You return." She smiled. "How long has it been this time?"

"I believe around...a hundred forty years?"

"I believe so. I was still a pup at the time."

"Ah. Yes. Your mother is still here?"

"And working, Master Draconicon, though I have taken her place with many clients since."

"I imagine that things have been busy. She always was."

"Come in, come in."

He did, and he was happy to see that there were both old and new faces within. Despite the humble exterior, the inside was adorned with lush carpets along the floor, and thrones on the walls. The employees themselves sat on the thrones, and on either side of these stone seats were small statues. The jackal, Ani, hustled to her own, and was patted on the head by an older, more mature jackal female standing behind it.

The others, ranging from an ibis to a lion, from a cow to an eagle, looked at him with expressions ranging from amusement to wide smiles. He bowed his head to them.

"Business or pleasure, old friend?" the ibis asked, his long beak almost touching his chest as he pulled out an ancient book.

"Both, of course. But with the Great I, first, if you don't mind."

"Of course."

He clapped his feathered arms, and in the rustle of their passage, a spell was cast. The air burned before them, and a miniature sun took form in the center of the room. Hot, searing, it burned the air itself, and not even those that worked in this small place were exempt from its heat. They shone with the sweat of the day as it faded, blinking out of existence and leaving a lioness in its place.

She turned, her face haughty and stern, and she looked down her muzzle at him. She was adorned with a gold chestplate, one that came down over her breasts nearly to her nipples, and wore a loincloth of the finest white cotton across her waist. Her stern look wavered, then broke into with a giggle.

"You. Only you would summon me so casually."

"Indeed, Great I."

"Have you come to rest at my feet again?"

"I would not say rest."

"Come, then. Kneel before His daughter."

The dragon smiled, chuckling as he went to his knees in a bow that was as genuine as it was playful. He lifted her foot from the ground, kissing the largest digit before lifting it further and kissing the underside. A hint of sweat was unavoidable, but nonetheless pleasurable. After all, the daughter of the sun could hardly be blamed for being touched by it.

She pushed him, as he knew she would, and he was rolled onto his back, made to stare up. His robe, already loosened, came free, and as the lioness held her foot over his face, his shaft started to rise.

"Look at you, old friend," the ibis said from his throne. "Still as helpless to her as ever."

"Hardly. But as it pleases you to believe."

The enthroned 'employees' chuckled to one another. As the lioness pressed down on his face, demanding worship, the others extended their legs towards him. They did not stretch from their seats, yet they seemed to be able to reach him anyway. Soles of many sorts, from the cow woman who showed off her curves like the fertility goddess she was, to the dominant soles of the god of destruction, pressed against him, grinding on him, reminding him of the pleasure that could come from submitting to other powers.

He smiled as he breathed in the soft scent of desert musk, turning his head to kiss the lioness's sole again, then the scaly talons of the ibis, and any other that came close. They could have mocked him for how quickly his shaft grew, how aroused he became, but that was a treatment saved for other customers.

When he came here, it was an indulgence, and they were happy for it.

As the Great I pressed down on his face again, he opened his mouth, allowing her toe past his lips. He moaned softly as she shifted her footing, moving to stand on him. The toes of her other foot pinned his shaft against his belly, and she curled them tight around it, squeezing, milking the sensitive head. He groaned, arching his back.

"What brings such a powerful man back to our home, I wonder?" the Great I asked. "Is he seeking relief...or discipline?"

Her toe claws pressed against his shaft, a teasing threat that could nonetheless become far more serious. He groaned under her, his member oozing pre-cum against her, and she smiled.

"A desire for punishment, perhaps? To forget your rulership...or forget your mistakes?"

"...Mmmph...the second," the dragon admitted.

"Then we will have an accounting...and then remind you, little dragon, that you are still a mortal, regardless of your power..."

He nodded, and she stepped away from him, her toes giving his shaft one final caress. Set, old Set, looked down at him from his throne of power, his club of war and destruction warping at his touch to something slender, something that would not shatter worlds, but rather deliver pain. As the dark god brought it down on the dragon's soles, Draconicon hissed, his toes curling at the lightning-like shock that followed.

And Thoth, old Thoth, cleared his throat. The ibis pulled all attention to him, and the dragon rolled over on his stomach to face the bird.

"Let us have the accounting then, Draconicon," the bird said, pulling out another, even older book. "Let us hear what the Great I, descendent of the Eye, descendent of Ra, will punish you for."

He nodded, taking a moment to collect himself. The excitement and need remained, but other things had to be covered before the fun and 'punishment' could be had. He had come here for a reason, after all. One could only become so powerful, so mighty, before one's mistakes began to weigh on oneself.

At such a point, it took old gods to take it from him. Gods such as these, all but two descendents of a pantheon once on the verge of death, but now saved in worship at this place. Worship from the bottom up.

"Let us hear it, old friend," Thoth said, and the dragon listed his mistakes.

The End

Summary: Draconicon goes to a very different sort of brothel.

Tags: M/F, Femdom, M/M, Foot Fetish, Draconicon, Dragon, Twist, Foot Worship, Claws, Sweat, Desert, Jackal, Lioness, Bird,