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The Master's Mark

Part 1

Featuring Kacacarrotcake, repanbo, and DrakeHavok

Sponsored by Fyacin_Tia

By Draconicon

In his penthouse high above the city of Maiyone, the black dragon that ran the place had a great many thoughts that were jumbling around in his head. Considerations for the next expansion of the city, plots of how to mess with the people living in it, little bitty plans of how to play with his harem: all this and more bounced around in his skull, but all of it came back to the reminder that he owned the place and he could do whatever he wanted with it. That was a benefit that came from endless power, and endless ability to fuck with reality. He could, in theory, do whatever he wanted with very little care for the consequences.

It was for just that reason that he often took a great deal of care with what would happen to the world around him if he just cut loose. He didn't want to turn into someone that would be endlessly 'yes-manned' into oblivion. He wanted to enjoy himself, but he wanted the rest of the world to enjoy it, too.

That was why he had his harem, to question him, to remind him of his obligations, and, when necessary, whap him over the head with a pole until he got the idea.

Of course, there was such a thing as too much questioning, and the black dragon had to admit that they were getting to that point. He had marked them all when they had come into his service, put his scales upon them and traced lines of ownership upon their bodies, but...well, all things faded in time, and so too had those marks.

A slow smile followed that thought, and the black dragon realized that he'd just given himself an option of what he could do next. He could, very happily, very easily, go about the process of marking them all again, putting them back in their place, and reminding them just who owned them.

Yes, that was an appealing thought. Draconicon leaned back on his oversized bed, letting his back be supported by a headrest that was engraved with endlessly perverted positions, all of them used at some point or another in the last year. He ran his fingers up and down along his rising shaft, his tail sliding back and forth on the sheets between his legs. As he imagined his harem slowly submitting to him again, he gripped the base of his rising cock tightly, gritting his teeth as he imagined a spasming hole around his cock.

It had been too long since he had just...cut loose with them. Perhaps it was time that the harem remembered who they had submitted to.

The black dragon feasted his eyes on the little bubbles that adorned the walls of his bedroom, calling to them with his magic. Black fire surged around three of the ten bubbles that ran around his wall, and he called them to him, making them float in front of him.

One bubble showed a succubus stingray, a young-ish woman by the name of Ailsa. She had come to him in power, showing off her strength, and had willingly put herself beneath his command. Of course, that didn't mean that she regularly submitted, only that she would do what he told her to do when he pushed for it.

That said, her purple and lavender body was a lovely one to look at. She walked on digitigrade feet, soft purple pads along the bottom of her toes and sole, and her body? Well, that depended on her mood, but today, she was focusing on a muscular Amazonian shape, the sort of woman that had completely given her body to war.

As he turned from the white-haired stingray to the next bubble, he felt his cock rise a bit more. Here was Ellyra, a unicorn of a much more melanin-esque complexion. Her blackened body was almost always naked, and when it wasn't, it was in horse gear. Today, it was purely naked, and she had to know that she was shaking that butt perfectly for her master. Her tail was up, showing the remnants of the black scales that he had placed around her pucker all that time ago. They were fading, almost gone, worn away by their regular fucks.

And then, as he turned from the slender unicorn to the last of them, there was Havok. A white-scaled dragon with an odd brown ponytail flopped over the back of his head, the wingless dragon was in the middle of reading a book, flopped out in his quarters, his bare feet pointed towards the far end of the room.

The black dragon smiled at his choice of the first three harem members to be marked again, and he flickered in his own black flames, disappearing from his bed.

It was time to hunt.

#

He decided to go for Ailsa first. The stingray succubus had the greatest power of the three of them, and she would be the one that would put up the biggest fight. Ellyra would only jokingly protest, and Havok would submit as soon as he got a good whiff of the dragon's musk. The stingray, however...

He appeared in her room, looking down at her as she worked through her morning push-ups. He imagined that all the work that she had done to be fit in the first place - if she hadn't cheated with magic, that was - had formed a number of habits. He watched her ass clench again and again as she lifted and lowered herself above the floor, waiting for her to notice him. He didn't think it would take long, and it didn't.

"You going to come down and join me, master, or did you just hop in to look at my ass?"

"Well, the ass is great."

"Heh, flatterer."

"Cock-gobbler."

She started to sit up after the latest push-up, but he didn't let her do it without a little 'help.' He disappeared and reappeared behind her, grabbing her by the breasts, holding her with his cock wedged between her asscheeks. The stingray yelped at first, then started to grin, looking over her shoulder at him.

"Heh, is that a wand, or are you just happy to see me?"

"Always happy to see you, Ailsa...And it's not a wand."

He gripped her breasts all the harder, pulling her back against him with a growl. She moaned softly, her white hair falling back against his chest as he held her tight. She started to make another joke, only for him to grind against her all the more firmly, his tail pushing down between his legs and between hers, pushing up to -

"AH!"

Ailsa gasped, grinning.

"You're randy today, master. Was I putting off some magic?"

"No. It's just time for me to remind you where you belong."

"On your dick, of course. And you belong on a throne over the - AH!"

She gasped as he cut her off, pinching her nipples, hard. He followed it up with a churning, pulsing blast of magic, his black fire running up and down her body as he pressed himself tight against her.

"Mmmph...M-master..."

"You are mine, Ailsa."

He growled as he bit at the side of her neck, the dragon's cock throbbing hard as he lowered himself slightly. There was no need to fuck her pussy. He had everything that he needed right there.

As he popped the head of his cock into her ass, his spells continued to flick up and down her body. She summoned her own power, trying to push him back, but he nibbled along her gills, up along the sides of her horns. Every time that she managed to summon a bit more power, he banished it with pleasure.

"You are mine, Ailsa. And today, I don't need a buff warrior. I need a slut. A bitch."

His groping fingers pulled at her nipples, dragging her breasts out, making them bigger, heavier, fuller. He growled in her ear, pushing her forward, shoving her down onto the floor. She tried to fight back, using her magic, and he felt little goo things pushing out of the floor, trying to bind him.

He flashed his magic back, burning them, evaporating them. His cock ground against her insides, pushing deeper into her ass.

"You aren't going to control me today, Ailsa. It's going to be the other way around. I'm going to control you...use you...mark you..."

As he grew her breasts, feeling them filling out his hands more, filling the space between his fingers, pressing against his palms, he continued his slow rutting of her ass. He allowed his cock to throb, to grow, to no longer be as subdued as it often was with those smaller than him. As it expanded outwards, she gasped, the stingray succubus looking back at him.

"You're not...mmmph...you're not feral..."

"No, but I can be feral sized."

"Fuck...oh, master..."

He rolled her over, pushing her legs back, still rubbing her chest with his hands. Her breasts were rolling down, her muscles disappearing. That Amazonian look could be hot, but that wasn't what he wanted right then. He wanted her to be strong, but slutty. Big-breasted, not quite a bimbo, but with her body her main focus rather than her mind, her pleasure, rather than her power.

As he finally hilted with her, he slid his tail free, allowing her pussy to drool down along her thighs and along her ass cheeks. He ground forward, his balls resting just under the base of her tail.

She was groaning, a slight blush on her purple skin. The horns on either side of her head that curled down over her face like fins were just glowing, and her breath came harsher, faster than usual. He rubbed along her thighs as he pulled his hands back from her breasts, allowing those large flesh bags to sag back down. Even now, they were bigger than the average woman, and they were still growing under the influence of his magic.

"What are you, Ailsa?"

"Mmmph...a stingray..."

"No."

SMACK!

He slapped her ass, hard, and she tightened around his cock. Considering how big he had grown, that made her groan in return, huffing hard.

"Nnngh...Drac, dammit, you're getting so big!"

"What are you?"

"You dick."

SMACK!

Another spank, and another tightening. His cock was growing bigger, heavier, thicker. There was a knot at the base now, and it was grinding against the stingray's asshole, pushing it wider than a fist and a half might have done. He could see his bulge running up through her guts, pushing her belly out slightly, showing just how full she was.

Ailsa groaned, reaching up to grope her own breasts, her eyes closing as he worked his magic. Literally. He fucked her slowly, filling her with his cock again and again, his own pre-cum flowing fast and carrying his magic into her with it. He could feel her ass ballooning outwards, getting thicker, heavier, making her curves all the stronger, taking away her muscles so that she looked like a proper succubus again.

Little by little, she lost that muscular form, taking on that busty, thick shape that he enjoyed. And he kept thrusting, in and out, in and out, taking his time. She was slowly molding to his preferences again, slowly giving in.

"Size queen, slutty little succubus."

"Drac...you're cheating..."

"And you love it..."

POP!

He slammed his knot in, and she seized up, the sudden penetration making her arch her back. It seemed to force her cocks out, too, the double-dicks throbbing out and over her stomach, resting there. He grinned as he felt her pussy drenching his groin, not quite squirting, but close enough to tell him that the rough penetration was enough to get her off after all the sensitizing.

"Hate to fuck and run...but you're not the only slut that needs marking today."

"Mmmph...you better...better come back...later..."

"Oh, I will."

He smiled, pulling out slowly. His cock throbbed as he shrank it back down, bringing it back to just under thirteen inches. However, he allowed the knot to stay, and squeezed down on it. Hard.

The orgasm that followed sprayed his seed over the succubus stingray's body, covering her chest. It soaked into her skin, oozing down into her body, marking her with his scent...but also with his power.

His magic steamed through his cum, turning it black and leaving a dragon-wing pattern on her flesh, one that ran down with curled points that gradually wrapped around the sides of her breasts. Some of the pointed bits reached down and curled almost against her nipples.

As Ailsa stared at the mark, Draconicon smiled and vanished.

He found the unicorn outside, hard at work at getting her running cart repaired. It had been damaged in the last run that she had taken through the city, unfortunately being bumped upwards by a mole that had gotten lost and surfaced in the park. She was naked as she knelt down, working on hammering the wheel back into place, and for the black dragon, it meant that he had a view of some of her best features.

The dragon had always had a weakness for horse ass, and while Ellyra's wasn't as big and round as some of her equine brethren, it was still a fine one, with a puffy pucker and a pair of cheeks that were just muscular enough to really drag an orgasm from a stiff dick.

He loved it.

He also knew that there was the chance to take this a little less heavy than he had with Ailsa. The stingray had to be fucked and marked fast before she could respond, before she could think of how to turn things to her advantage. With Ellyra, he could just play.

Feeling Ailsa in the distance trying to work against the markings that he had put on her was also just...fun. There was something about feeling a great and powerful succubus being leashed again that made him feel a little bit more excited than it should. He grinned as he felt her trying to transform, but no dice. He hadn't given her permission, so there was no transforming happening.

But that was at a distance. Right now, he had an Ellyra in front of him, and he wanted to put that unicorn in her place, too.

Slowly, he floated himself down to where she was kneeling. She didn't even look up as he landed behind her, and she didn't seem to hear him with her intense focus on the wheel. It wasn't until he knelt behind her, spread her cheeks, and kissed her pucker that she really noticed anything at all, but when she did, she noticed it with a yelp.

"Mmmph! Master?"

She looked over her shoulder, her horn shining slightly before her lips turned up in a grin.

"Master, you scared me. Why be naughty?"

"Because you're a naughty girl, too. And besides, you know what your butt does to me."

"Mmm, you want it now? But I'm working."

"Yep, and you're mine." He gripped her ass, pulling the cheeks apart before pushing them together again. "And which of those do you think is more important?"

"Hmmm, let me think."

Naughty girl, thinking that she needed to tease him. Or that she should tease him, which amounted to the same thing. He shook his head, pulling her tail out of the way before leaning in and dragging his tongue across her asshole.

That got a reaction, for sure. He grinned as she jerked upwards, gasping at the sudden flick of his forked tongue along her rump. She started pushing back, too, thrusting her ass against his face, trying to grind back against his tongue. That was what he liked; that was the sort of enthusiasm that he wanted.

However, she wasn't wearing her mark so proudly anymore. The scales that he had placed around her pucker, the spell that had given her more of a feral donut, had been worn down over the last year or so. He fanned her ass cheeks out a bit further, taking his time to really get between them. That puffy pucker pushed out to meet him, and the unicorn whimpered in pleasure, want, and need.

"Master...come on...either play with it or let me work."

"I'm going to play, alright, but I'm going to do it my way."

He pulled at the rim of her pucker, making sure to tug on those raised bits of flesh just enough to really make her feel it. The way that she was constantly shivering, the way that she was pushing back and then groaning in frustration when he eased up, kept making him smile. She was a butt-slut for him, and he loved watching her shiver.

The way that his cock throbbed, he was tempted to take her right then and there, but no. He wanted to save that for Havok, for the last of them. Besides, this butt deserved some good tongue-lashings.

He dug in, dragging his forked tongue along that pucker, feeling for every scale still there. He found them and touched them up with his magic, but it was more than just making them fresh again. The dragon enhanced the spells that he had left behind, making them stronger, making them fresher. Not only did Ellyra's pucker grow big and puffy again, nice and noticeable, it was also growing more sensitive.

As the unicorn groaned and whimpered, she tried to reach down to her pussy. He gently pushed her hand away.

"Ah, ah. Let master play the way he wants. You'll cum, I promise."

"Nnnnngh..."

She was definitely frustrated, and she obviously wanted to go further, faster, but she was a good girl, a good horse. She groaned, grabbing her ass cheeks, parting them for him as he kept licking around her hole. He rewarded her with a quick thrust of his tongue inside.

"Ah!"

Chuckling at the loud gasp, he dragged his tongue back a second later, then shoved it in once more. The soft flesh parted again and again, and her untouched pussy grew wetter and wetter as the seconds dragged on, as his attentions grew more and more intense.

He laid his hands along her ass cheeks, digging in, and his magic flared. He left behind his scales again, but this time, they changed color. They turned white against her black coat, and when he pulled his hands away, her ass cheeks had white fingers gripping them, showing her being 'molested' at all times.

As he dragged his tongue out of her pucker, he blew gently along the base of her spine, right under her tail. Four little letters appeared, growing bigger, shining to the eye.

M.

I.

N.

E.

"Mmmph...nngh, master what are you doing? It feels weird."

"It'll feel better, soon."

"Can you go back to rimming me?"

"Hehehe, sure...sure..."

As he watched the letters come in, the temptation to fuck her right then and there was almost overwhelming, but he knew better. He wanted to save it, and besides, if he fucked her right now, he might end up doing it all day long. Horse ass was the best ass, after all, and her ass was getting just...so much better.

He leaned in, parting the cheeks and holding them that way. He didn't want her to work herself too hard by posing for him the whole time. He wanted her to enjoy this. His harem was there for his pleasure, yes, but they were also there for their own. He wouldn't be a very good harem master if he didn't take care of them.

And as he settled between the cheeks, he planned to take very good care of Ellyra, indeed. He opened his mouth just enough to suck on the edge of that puffy pucker, and he slowly threaded her hole with his tongue. As she gave her happy little shivers, combined with a few whinnies and whimpers, he knew that he had picked exactly the right treat for her.

#

Twenty minutes later, she was a quivering mess, her legs shaking and her eyes rolled back. He smiled at her well-marked butt, as well as the letters that were 'tattooed' just under her tail. That would make for a good mark for her, and he doubted that anyone would need to question where it came from.

That left one more, for now. It was time to head off and claim him, and Draconicon knew that Havok would be more than slightly welcoming of the attention.

He snapped his fingers, and he was gone.

It wasn't much of a surprise to find that the white dragon had gone from reading in his bedroom to cooking in the kitchen. If it wasn't Ailsa or Zavis down in the kitchen, then it was Havok, experimenting and trying some different things.

As per usual, the white dragon wasn't wearing any clothes. He had an apron on, as basic kitchen safety demanded, but that was all, and he had his back to the master of the skyscraper. The black dragon smiled to himself, waiting for his harem slut to turn around and see him.

It took almost five minutes, and when Havok finally did, he ended up tossing a bowl of cake batter into the air.

"GAH!"

As the white dragon leaped backwards, almost falling over the counter, Draconicon reached up and caught the mixing bowl with his magic. The black fire surged beneath the bowl, keeping it from overturning, and he passed it back to his harem slave.

"Surprised?"

"Uh, yeah...a little..."

"Good. I don't like to be predictable."

"Yeah, I know. Um...what are you doing here?"

He smiled, slowly pulling his robe to the side to expose his hard-on. The white dragon blushed, a bit of a bulge starting to grow under the apron.

"Oh, um, right. You wanted me today? That's...different."

"Just because you don't get it as much as the others doesn't mean that you're any less fun."

"I guess. Just, you know...still not sure how to handle that."

Draconicon had gathered that much. Havok was the least sexual of the harem as a general rule, never starting anything, never trying to seduce the others. Hell, sometimes, he disappeared into the background from the way that he seemed too shy, sometimes. But he had been coming out of his shell more and more lately, and the black dragon thought that was deserving of a reward.

He set the cake batter down, then pushed the white dragon back. Havok yelped, as per usual, but slid back onto the nearest countertop. With his legs in the air, he was perfect prey. Draconicon smiled as he flicked his fingers at the white dragon's ankles, seizing them and leaving them hanging from invisible chains.

"Oh my..."

He smiled at his little slut, enjoying the view of ass and sole at the same time. They were both rather lovely, rather sensual, and he remembered the sheer number of times that he had used both of them. They were made for that, around him. Made for fucking, licking, teasing, breaking in. That pucker already had the stretch that came from taking his dick, and he could see that there were still a few black scales around Havok's toes, little rings that had been given long ago that obviously needed to be refreshed.

It was made all the more oddly adorable by the way the white dragon blushed at him, looking up and then away, always seemingly wanting to indulge, but at the same time too embarrassed to ask for it. Draconicon smiled to himself, leaning in to nuzzle against Havok's soles.

They had a gentle musk to them, obviously recently washed, but with that hint of something from being around the warm for a while. He kissed along the soles, dragging his tongue slowly along the arch, and the white dragon shivered. He chuckled, moving a bit closer, his cock throbbing up again under that white tail.

As he slowly hot-dogged the white dragon, he tended to those soles, nuzzling against the underside, kissing the toes, dragging his tongue along the arch towards the ball of the foot. It didn't matter that he was the master; he was the one that had his fun, no matter whether that was somewhat submissive or somewhat dominant. Some might have looked down on him for playing with his sub's feet, but that didn't mean that he wasn't going to do it.

Besides, they were chained up at the perfect height for play. If he ignored them, he'd be ignoring that perfect offering.

The dancing, taloned toes were begging for his attention, and he leaned in, dragging his tongue from one toe to another, tasting them, flicking the forked tip between them. He felt Havok stiffen up more than once, and the white dragon shivered as his apron started to rise between his legs, his cock stiffening. Draconicon chuckled.

"Still love having your feet played with?"

"Mmmph. It's still...still so weird, you know."

"Yes, but you love it."

"Mmph...doesn't mean it's not weird."

He smiled, stroking a clawed finger along the underside, feeling the muscles tensing and shivering beneath his digit. They were obviously sensitive, very needy, very wanting.

"You haven't had much play lately."

"Mmmph. No."

"Well, it's a good thing that I'm here, then."

Nuzzling his nose under the thickest of the toes, he took a soft breath, giving himself a snout-full of that soft, musky foot scent. The black dragon growled under his breath, enjoying the little bouquet that it had, soft and salty, a little warm, a little thick. It was just what he loved, and his cock throbbed all the harder.

And it was rather fun to see someone else enjoying having someone playing with their feet. Havok's bulge was growing ever stronger, and that twitching tip was just what he liked to see. Pre-cum flowing, too? Yes, please.

He moved closer, grinding his cock-head against that twitching pucker. Havok gasped at the sudden shift in position, the white dragon groaning.

"Mmmph...you're going to fuck me, too? I'm flattered."

"Oh, you shouldn't be. You're that sexy."

"...Drac...not fair..."

"You are, though. Hot feet, hot ass, a cock that has felt very good in me in the past...all of these things are true with you."

"Mmmph. You're being a tease."

"I'm telling the truth."

He pushed Havok's legs a bit further back, dragging the magical chains that held them upright so that they were in the proper place. He leaned down, looking his harem slave in the eye.

"You are mine, and you belong here. And that means that you are not just sexy - though you really are - but you're a good man, and a good friend."

"..."

Havok's cheeks probably couldn't get much redder than they already were, but they were giving it a good try. Draconicon smiled, resting his hands on the other dragon's soles, wrapping his hands around the middle of those feet.

"Now, I'm going to fuck you, and remind you where you belong. You ready?"

"About as ready as I'm going to be."

"Havok..."

"...Mmmph...are you going to make me say it?"

"Yep."

"Nnngh...Master..."

The black dragon smiled, turning his head to give those soles another few licks. They still had that tasty little sweat taste to the scales under the musk, and he treated them to a long, sensual sole-licking. His tongue kept dancing along the scales, teasing them, relaxing them, and he made sure to push his tongue down enough to get plenty of pressure on those muscles to imitate a proper massage.

Havok kept groaning, biting his lip, whimpering from time to time. Eventually, he would crack. Sometimes, the dragon had used hypnosis in the past to make it easier, but this time, he wanted Havok to ask for it without that little bit of help. He wanted to see his slave be eager to give in, to see the white dragon open his legs, open his heart, and just let that submission and bond in.

And that dick, of course.

It took almost five minutes of foot-licking before Havok finally groaned, nodding.

"Mmmph...Master...please..."

"Yes, my friend?"

"Master...mark me...and...and fuck me...please?"

"Heh. Of course."

Sliding his cock back into place, he pressed gently against Havok's twitching pucker. It didn't take much effort to start sliding in, and even less to bottom out once he had. As his slave gasped under him, the dragon turned his attention to those soles again. Even as that spasming pucker brought pleasure to his cock, he started focusing his magic properly.

No more free feet for you...

He dragged his fingers along Havok's ankles, drawing circles along his legs. Shackles started appearing, black and thick, just heavy enough that the white dragon would know that he had been marked, just big enough that Havok would feel them with every step. Shackles, marking how he had been captured, imprisoned by lust and submission to a life that he no longer minded.

Be mine, he thought, little charms hanging from the shackles, all of them showing the white dragon in perverted positions, from simply bending over to being on his back with legs spread, to extending his legs and offering his feet for a footjob. The black dragon infused them with his magic, making sure that they would be plenty of fun for the future.

But for now, he focused on fucking his friend. He slowly dragged his cock back, feeling Havok clenching down again, and he smiled.

"Heh, been a long time."

"Fuuuuuuck, you're big..."

"That's one reason you love it."

"That's not - ah!"

He slammed in before Havok could argue, both feeling the sudden clench and seeing the little spurt of pre-cum that followed after. The white dragon groaned, his fingers gripping the countertop with an insane need. He shivered from head to toe, trembles running through his thighs, his toes clenching as he was filled to the brim.

"Let's see how much pre-cum I can milk out of you..."

"Oh boy...oh boy..."

"Come on, Havok...just like old times...it's just that this time, you're awake for it instead of hypnotized..."

The End

Summary: Drac's feeling a need to reestablish some control of his harem, and he sets about fucking and marking three of the members in this chapter.

Tags: M/M, M/F, M/H, Draconicon, dragon, stingray, unicorn, equine, slavery, master/slave, marking, magic, foot fetish, rimming, butt focus, ass worship, teasing, tattoo, harem, anal, breast play, shackles, pre-cum, orgasm, cum,