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The Master's Mark

Part 2

Featuring Fyacin_Tia, EyeofHorus789, and Engy

Sponsored by Fyacin_Tia

By Draconicon

Despite having seeded two of his harem members and marked three, the black dragon didn't feel sated. There was something in him that had woken up, something that needed to take it further. He had already taken three of his sluts, made them remember their master, and as he loomed over the half-conscious Havok, there was a feeling of triumph that filled him, a feeling that reminded him of how good it felt to be a proper dragon, marking and owning those beneath him.

He needed more.

He required more.

With a puff of smoke and fire, he disappeared, wandering through the various layers of the world, shifting from one to another with random spells that he cast on instinct more than on thought. Another. Another.

The black dragon found a dancing lion that was in the park. Fyacin, his lion, his dancer, his tease. The short-maned lion was showing off on a stage in a park, dancing in veils and little more, each of them pulled tight to his body in a way that kept up with the public decency laws, showing off as much skin as he was allowed and no more. The lion kept swaying, shifting, swishing from one spot on the stage to another, his tail dancing as much as him as he drew the veils between his ass cheeks, between his legs, over his cock, along his chest. Everywhere that he could touch that would show him off that much more.

The dragon's cock throbbed as he watched the show, and he growled deep in his throat as he dropped down on the stage behind the lion. More spells, more magic, more power.

FWOOSH!

A black curtain leaped into being, one that surrounded the stage at the front, the sides, the back. It cut off all the light and was too heavy to lift from the outside, intentionally so, so that he had no distractions.

Fyacin paused in the middle of his dance, looking positively petulant at the sudden curtains. The lion's face was twisted up in a pout, his eyes rolled back in his head as he grumbled, and the veils were dropped.

"And just when I was getting to the good part," the lion muttered.

FWOOSH.

The dragon appeared out of his flames, grabbing the feline by the ass and pulling him back. Fyacin yelped at the sudden yank, looking over his shoulder with a nervous smile.

"Oh, um, hi, Master. I hope that you weren't put off by me giving a more public show."

"Fyacin."

"Yes, Master?"

"Who do you belong to?"

"You, of course, oh master, with the scales of night."

"Right. So why are you still standing up?"

"Ahhhh, we're doing that?" The lion smiled. "A better show to give, by far."

As the feline dropped down to his knees, Draconicon grabbed him by the back of the head. One firm tug, and the feline was nose-deep in the dragon's big balls. They still throbbed, churned, swelled with need, and they were still larger than they should be after two orgasms and several more hours of play. He growled, rubbing Fyacin's face over his sac, making him breathe in that musk, take it in, enjoy it, savor it.

The lion's eyes were already rolling back from the heady blast of musk that he was forced to take in, his eyes rolling back. His mouth came open, that rough tongue working over the dragon's balls, working them, teasing them, lifting them, lapping at them.

And it all worked to bring more of that musk to the lion's mind.

"That's it...suck it down..."

"Mmph...ah...ah..."

"Such a good...little...bitch..."

The dragon growled, pulling Fyacin down, dragging him to the stage until he was sitting on the lion's face, dragging his heavy testes back and forth, showing off just how big they were by smothering his slave's face with them. The lion moaned under his breath, his mouth open, but his nostrils were flaring, taking in the scent again and again.

Looking over his shoulder, the dragon saw that the lion's cock was getting nice and firm, too, big and full, hard and ready. Soon, little droplets of pre-cum were flowing, and the dragon took a moment to wrap his tail around that barbed shaft.

"Mmmmph."

"You're going to cum. But not from that."

He kept stroking, though, using his tail to gently pull and tug on that barbed cock, keeping his lion nice and eager, nice and horny, ensuring that he wasn't going to start doing anything stupid or rebellious. As long as he kept breathing in those pheromones, he was as good as zonked.

Mmmph...yes...stare at me with those worshiping eyes...look at me, knowing I own you...

There was something to that bliss, that need, that urge to serve that he saw when they were down in this state. Part of it were the pheromones, but part of it was just that honest need that the harem kept putting down, pretending that they didn't have. Their need for him, their need to serve, their need to be under him.

Take it. Take it in.

He watched as Fyacin kept breathing in his musk, his sex, his need. It didn't take long before the lion's cock was a fountain, dribbling all over the dragon's tail, marking it with pre-cum in the lion's own way. He grinned, slowly pulling his tail back, letting it throb and spurt and ooze. He shifted his position, lowering his cock so that it rested against Fyacin's mouth, letting the lion taste his own pre-cum.

"Taste it."

"Mmmph..."

"Taste the whole thing..."

He grabbed the lion by his mane, keeping him pinned on the stage as he forced the head of his cock past the feline's lips. That little bit more, that little bit further, making sure that Fyacin wasn't going to choke but doing everything that he could to make sure that his cock was going nice and deep. A gentle thrust, then a firmer one against that rough tongue, against the roof of the lion's mouth.

"That's it...suck it...suck your master's cock..."

Fyacin's eyes were fogging with each thrust, the lion slowly sinking further and further into the debauchery that had been forced on him. Each thrust made the lion moan a little bit more, a little bit deeper. Soon, he was swallowing hard, milking with throat and mouth to try and get at the cream, as all cats did.

It wasn't entirely a hypnotized action, though there was definitely more control than not. Fyacin moaned, his eyes rolling back, his mouth hanging open that little bit more as the dragon kept pulling him forward and back along his cock. It was no longer oral, no longer a blowjob, but out and out face-fucking. He growled as he pulled the lion's head down to the base of his cock again and again, each time feeling him tighten up around the rest of the shaft, each time feeling that tension that made his cock throb all the harder.

He pulled back, dragging those lips along his shaft, leaving pre-cum flowing down that throat and over the lion's tongue. One taste, one burst, one blast of pre-cum, would have been enough to steal the average mind. It was a mark to Fyacin's favor that the lion's eyes were even somewhat clear. The haze there was strong, but not strong enough to take everything away. Draconicon smiled and nodded in approval.

"Such a good slut," he muttered.

Fyacin blushed, but kept sucking regardless.

Suck, swallow, suck, swallow. That was the rhythm that they established, followed by the wet gluk-gluk of the dragon's thrusting hips driving his cock home. He could feel his pleasure rising, the need in his balls no less strong than ever before. He growled under his breath, humping harder, faster, dragging his balls against the lion's chin until -

"NNNNNGH!"

He growled deep in his throat, his first cumshot going right down Fyacin's throat, but the second and third went across his face. They darkened as they hit the lion's fur, turning into the same color that had marked Ailsa, leaving stripes like bondage rope across his fur. It spread along his cheeks, running down to his neck, like a collar or a lead to be taken.

But that was not the only mark that the dragon would leave.

He growled as he stood up, milking the last of his seed on his lion's face, only to lift his foot up and rest it on the lion's chest. He grinned as he let his magic flow out, letting his sole burn hot. He pressed down, grinding his foot firmly through that fur until he could feel flesh.

Then, and only then, did he let his spell loose.

"Mmmmm..."

He grinned as he felt the heat transferring from him to Fyacin, the lion moaning softly under his breath. Shortly afterward, the dragon pulled his foot back, dragging it off of the lion's chest and looking at the black mark that had been left behind.

"Pretend you're not interested in feet now," he muttered.

He pulled himself back into the darkness, disappearing into the flames, and the curtains went with him, leaving the well-marked lion exposed to his crowd, now with a black footprint on his chest to show who he belonged to, all while the dragon's magic kept the lion's cock as a cumming fountain for the next half hour...

#

The pleasure of dominating his harem again was running wild in him, but he needed more. He deserved more.

The dragon was sliding through those other worlds again, driven on by the feral hunger that had been awakened in him. He needed...who else? Who next?

There was Idesin, Veronica, Nirimer, Zavis, Gann, Yana -

Yana. That was the one. The eager, horny draxolotl that just needed to have that sub side of them awakened. They would be eager. He just had to find them.

It was harder to do than he expected, mostly because the marks were faint now, no longer as strong. That, and when Yana had first arrived at the harem, they had been someone else, something else. They hadn't had the same body as they did now, and the marks had faded fastest on them compared to the others he knew.

No, but he could feel them. In an adult bookstore, not that far away. Just on the edge of the Red Light District, just where he needed them to be for the fun that he had in mind.

He shifted through the world, through the worlds, flying on the wings of spells long since forgotten. He was almost like a demon in his need, possessed of a lust that was nearly enough to control him, was nearly doing it.

But this was still his urge, and his need, not merely some base thing. He needed his harem, and they needed to know who they belonged to.

They were in one of the glory-hole rooms, blushing, staring at the porn on the wall in front of them while they shifted back and forth on a bench. The glasses-wearing draxolotl was a cute little creature, something that had a nice thickness to their hips and a large bulge in their jean shorts. They had soft fur that was long enough to be hair that ran down the top of their head and along the sides of their neck, joining up to look almost humanoid.

As for their top, it was cautiously discarded, folded on the bench beside them, leaving them in a bra that barely covered the generous breasts that they had. He grinned as they shifted from side to side, still, looking at the holes in the walls, almost like they were waiting for cock.

He knew Yana wanted it, knew that the draxolotl kept trying to be as slutty consciously as they were unconsciously. They just needed a little...help.

Draconicon appeared, and even as Yana pulled back in pure shock, he grabbed them by the throat. Not a full choke, just a good bit of pressure as he pushed them back against the far wall. The black dragon leaned in, his white eyes glowing as he smiled at his draxolotl.

"Hello, my little slut..."

"Nnngh, Drac - I...nnngh...ah..."

He gently slid a thumb up along their lips, and almost immediately, they opened their mouth to accept it. There was no resistance, no fighting back, just an instant opening, licking, and sucking. They moaned softly, rolling their head backwards.

He made them keep looking him in the eye, though, his vision flashing white as he kept staring at them. It was an old trick, one that all dragons could do to dominate others, but Yana was particularly vulnerable to it. He was almost certain it was because they were interested in submitting all the time, but considering that they weren't the most verbal while in trance, and they would never admit it out of trance, he doubted that he'd ever know for sure.

"That's it. You know all those worries come from thinking. All those nerves, all those anxieties: they come from overthinking everything. Just let it all out. Let me take it...let me take it all from you..."

"Mmmph...a...ah..."

They were moaning, alright, and they were starting to tent their shorts already. He grinned as he watched that bulge growing, the zipper fighting to stay up, the thighs quivering just below the edge of the jean shorts.

"That's it...just keep staring...let it all disappear in the mist...let it all disappear in my eyes...you can relax...you can slip away..."

"Mmmph...nnnn..."

They were gradually falling further and further, and getting more aroused the more entranced that they became. He had every intention of dragging Yana out of their nervous state, but that needed plenty of trancing.

He leaned in, nose touching theirs, and he smiled as he watched their eyes start to reflect his, going cloudy and white, empty and eager. They were slowly slipping down into the state that he required.

"That's it. Slip and relax. Relax and slip into that eager little state of obedience. No thoughts, no fears, no worries."

"Mmmph...fears...worries..."

Talking around his thumb. He shook his head, pushing his thumb down on their tongue, stopping the chatter.

"Ah ah. No talking. You don't need to think. You don't need to talk. All you have to do is obey. Let me do the worrying. Let me do the thinking. It feels so much better that way, doesn't it?"

"Mmmph...mmm-hmm..."

"Yes, keep thinking that. A silly little slut."

"Mmm...mmm..."

They were moaning, their hips grinding. Yes, they were slipping, alright, slipping right into the role that he wanted. Their lips sealed around his thumb again, holding onto it, sucking it as if it were a cock pressed against their tongue rather than a digit. He smiled, running his other hand down along their chest.

Those breasts were perfect for titjobs, even better than Ailsa's due to their plush, pillowy, eager nature. They were sensitive, too, as he found out as Yana started moaning as soon as he touched them. But they needed...more...

He squeezed one, feeling it depress beneath his fingers, and he growled as he forced his power through it. Almost instantly, it started pushing back, growing outwards, getting heavier and thicker. They moaned out loud, their eyes growing wide, but not for long. They went slack again almost immediately.

"Good slut...good milking pup..."

"MMMPH!"

That hit a button, just as he knew it would. He let go, and they fell to all fours, their mouth wide open, their tongue hanging down. They looked back up at him, trying to find the words, but his eyes glowed and sucked the ability to speak from them.

"Ah ah..."

He knelt by their side, looking into their eyes.

"A pup doesn't talk. It barks."

"Ah...ah..."

"Bark for me."

"A-arf! ARF!"

"Good bitch." He smiled, watching as the heavy milkers continued to sag down, pulling along towards the floor, getting heavier and heavier as they got bulkier and bulkier. "Does the good pup remember who owns them?"

"WOOF!" The draxolotl leaned in, bumping their head against him. He smiled, petting under their chin.

"Good bitch. Very good bitch."

There was no hesitation as Yana kept bumping up against him, combining mannerisms of a cat and a dog in the way that they kept nudging, rubbing, sliding along his side. He chuckled, gently pushing them back, grabbing their breasts.

Yes, good, heavy, thick, and most importantly, full of milk. He watched as they hung down almost to the draxolotl's elbows, so big and full that they were probably going to fill a hundred glasses by the time that the night was over.

He gave one a gentle smack, and Yana moaned. A popping sound followed, the draxolotl's cock finally bursting free of their pants. He smiled at them, rubbing their cheek, petting and scritching them.

"You want to be a good bitch for master?"

"Bark-bark, WOOF!" they said, nodding.

"Good, good. Then here."

He snapped his fingers, a collar appearing around Yana's neck. Where the ID tag normally would have been was a pouch, one that was open for money. He gave it a gentle tug.

"You go around and suck dick, and when you finish, you make them put a bit of money here. Understand, milk-pup?"

"Woof!" Yana barked in affirmation.

"Good, good."

He smiled, giving them a pat on the head. He knew that they needed another mark, and he knew that he was going to need to make this one a bit special. They had been such a good little slut for him, such an easy slut, and a very devoted little slave. That deserved a reward.

He gently lifted their chin, and leaned in. His lips brushed theirs. Not a long kiss, but not so fast, either. The heat of magic came, and with it, tingles and power. He held the kiss for a few seconds, ensuring that it would make sure to take, and then slowly pulled back.

Yana's lips had gone from a deep purple to a pure black, almost gothic in the color, but it was more than just a color statement. They swelled ever so slightly, becoming cock-sucking lips, the sort that any male would love wrapped around their dongs. He smiled, tracing a finger along their mouth, and Yana moaned out loud.

"Heh, that'll keep you from needing to do much with your ass or cock for a while. Now, milk pup, get going."

The draxolotl with the brain of an almost-literal cock-hound fell to all fours again, breasts swinging from side to side and dribbling milk as they went. He watched them go, the collar around their neck shining as the protective spells on it began to burn with power. They would be safe no matter what they did for the day, and he'd have a hell of a show to enjoy later.

And I'll have plenty left to do then, too...

His cock throbbed again, begging for attention, and he knew just the one to hit next. Not Engy, because that dragon was out of the city for now, but there was one other that needed to be touched.

The dragon slipped out, leaving the lip-marked Yana to their devices.

Yellow-gold feathers drew his attention even in the other world, and he grinned as he saw Sol running through the skyscraper, trying to find someone, anyone. Knowing how the chocobo had been hired to run through numbers and watch things that might be going wrong in the city, he imagined that the nervous little bird had already noticed that people were changing, that there was something ripping through the natural order of things.

It was time to calm him down, and more than that, remind him who was in charge. Remind him that there was no need to worry when the master was around.

Draconicon poofed back into existence just as the neurotic bird was about to go charging at the elevator. He caught the chocobo, floating him in midair, letting him slam those big, scaled feet down over and over again trying to keep running. It took him almost ten seconds to finally realize that he wasn't getting anywhere.

"Hello, my friend," the dragon said, his voice dropping deeper than usual. "Don't worry about what's going on. I'm just having a little fun."

"F-fun? What...what are you doing? What kind of fun - why do you sound creepy?"

"Nothing to worry about..."

His cock throbbed, telling him that the big yellow butt was going to feel very good wrapped around his dick. He planned on fucking that hole good and hard, soon, but first, he had to calm the bird down a bit.

Reaching down, the black dragon grabbed his cock, then his balls. He smeared his fingers through the dampness down there, the soft sweat that had been building up through the day, and he lifted it up to the bird's beak. The chocobo tried to tilt his head, but it was too late. One breath, and immediately, Sol was shivering happily, looking as if he had just had a bucket of greens.

"Mmmph...mmm..."

"That's it. Relax. Your master's here now."

"Nnnngh..."

"That's it. Another breath. Take it all in. Nice and warm. Musk high."

He felt the soft breath against his fingers, felt the soft puffs of air blowing between the digits and then along his palm. With each breath that the golden bird took, that throbbing shaft started rising up, getting bigger, heftier, showing off just how nice a cock the dragon had given him after the transformation. He smiled, lowering his other hand to that shaft, pulling it close so that his dick could rest against it, dribbling and marking it with his pre-cum, his musk, his scent.

One more mark, one more reminder of who belonged to who.

He grinned as he pushed himself up close to the big yellow bird, reaching around his newest member to grab at that ass. It was so soft, so plush, so warm in his hands, and he growled deep in his throat as he imagined that big thing bouncing, jiggling, shaking and quaking against his cock. It would be so easy to make that ass into a sex toy, to show the bird where he belonged...

But not yet. Soon, but not yet.

Instead, he kept jerking their cocks together, slowly teasing them both harder, firmer, thicker. He grinned as his musk started to overpower the bird's, the chocobo's nervous arousal fading into the background as his own heady scent started to slide over and slather the bird's cock.

"That's it...enjoy yourself. Remember your master...remember how good it feels to fall...to submit...to obey...to enjoy...to be a good little pervert..."

"Rawwwwk..."

The little squawk was a bit long, but quiet, nothing like the loud bursts that had come before when the chocobo had been half-scared out of his mind. Instead, he was leaning forward, his hips starting to move on their own, gently thrusting against the dragon's cock. One thrust, two, three, trying to fuck against it, but mostly just serving to tease them both and keep the black dragon oozing his pre-cum.

He smiled, running his cock down along that shaft, dragging the tip against those yellow-feathered balls. He let them get a good smearing, too, dragging his scent along that sac. The pre-cum started to fall in, changing, altering Sol for a bit. Not much, but enough to keep those balls good and heavy no matter how much the chocobo dripped around the skyscraper.

More than that, he made sure that those balls started to drip his scent, to create cum that smelled like him. No more need for Sol to worry about dominating someone else, no more need to worry about being assertive. He carried the mark of his master, the power of someone that cared for him, that found him good.

"Yes...enjoy that..."

He rubbed those big, feather balls, bringing his hand up to the chocobo's beak again. Another breath, another moan, another throb.

"Waaaaaahk."

"Yeah, you love it...you love master's musk."

"Mmmph...ah...ah..."

He pulled back, and the bird was still humping air. Smiling, he walked around, rubbing his slick fingers along that big, round butt. As a chocobo, Sol kind of had to be bottom-heavy by nature, but in this case, it was quite big even for that. The ass cheeks bounced around the muscles back there, round and full, and he slapped one to watch it jiggle.

CRACK!

The chocobo jumped in the air, talented talons hitting the floor as he came back down, but more than that, those ass cheeks jiggled up a storm. They rolled, rippled, and bounced, and he could only imagine how good that would feel around a dick. He grinned, stroking his own hard-on, feeling his shaft throbbing all the harder in anticipation.

Smirking, he dragged his fingers along the chocobo's tail feathers, running his hands along the biggest ones. Here and there, he found the ones that he needed, keeping a few gold ones to make gaps between the changes that he was about to make.

He colored several of the feathers black, creating something that framed that big, beautiful butt all the more. Black and yellow, a rather lovely color combination, in his opinion. He ensured that they were perfectly set, framing those ass cheeks, and then reached up to the bird's head.

A few more touches, and a few more black feathers appeared, giving Sol a little set of 'reins' that ran back from his beak, running down and along his face. Something to remind him that he could be 'ridden' by those that mastered him, a reminder that his master loved that big, plush rump of his.

He grinned as he watched the big-bootied chocobo moan from the transformation, sliding in behind him so that his cock settled between the two rounded cheeks. He ground between them a few times, letting himself get used to the sheer size of them again. It had been too long since he'd had a good fat ass to fuck, since everyone seemed to be getting in shape these days. Time to really enjoy himself.

Parting the cheeks, he dabbed his cock against the pucker between, rubbing that warm, musky slime against it. Sol warked and squawked a few times, but never quite in protest. He only seemed to do it in pleasure, in eagerness.

Soon, the chocobo was pushing back, trying to impale himself on the black dragon's dick. Draconicon was slower than that, though, wanting to stretch him out. He rubbed his thumb against that pucker, feeling it stretching slightly, getting ready to open. But more pre-cum was needed before it would be able to take him.

He might be an eager dragon, but he wasn't cruel. Just...eager...and horny...very, very, very horny.

#

In the security room on the floor second to the top of the skyscraper, a German Shepherd and a snake watched the proceedings going on below them on the security cameras. Neither had words for what they were seeing, though neither of them denied the arousal that they both felt at the sight of their mutual master seemingly going insane. As they tracked him through the city, following the tools that he himself had given them for this sort of thing, it was clear that something had gone very, very wrong.

Eventually, as he settled in to start fucking the local chocobo, Veronica turned to the snake at her side.

"What's he on?"

"I beg your pardon?" Zavis asked.

"You cook for him, you deliver the food that other people cook, and he was not like this yesterday. What the fuck is he on?"

"Nothing harmful; I merely thought that he might like a chance to be rather...aggressive. You know how he has complained about his inability to hold that state."

"Yeah. Now look what he's doing. Six harem members fucked and marked, six of them just as affected as he is."

She gestured at the screens, shaking her head. Ailsa was contained, for the moment, though she had every reason to believe that the succubus would escape the hamster cage again any minute now. The damn woman was in negotiations with the tentacle monster for an alliance already. Ellyra was showing off her ass in a run down the street, wagging it back and forth in a way that seemed to spread arousal in a magical way wherever she went. Fyacin was flaunting his body and then kissing toes and cocks wherever he went, and Yana was a doggy prostitute in the Red Light District.

The only one that seemed to have their head on straight anymore was Havok, and she was half-sure that was because he had willingly isolated himself as soon as he had been affected by the magic. Looking at security, she could see him licking his own toes, and she would not be surprised if he had been affected by an infectious foot fetish spell.

And that was slowly spreading through the city. Their master's arousal was becoming a curse, a power of corruption that was slowly spreading to everyone that it touched. She didn't know what was going on there, but she knew that they had to do something.

"So, what is he on?" she repeated.

"Hmm, perhaps I should have had someone test that herb first..."

"Zavis. Please? I don't want to be mad at you."

"Ah, yes. Sorry." The snake shook his head. "It's a simple herb. I still have samples of it, in case I needed to use it again."

"Then why don't you get that down to...fuck, Engy's not here, and Gann will just want a turn with this too..." She groaned, rubbing her forehead. "Okay, new plan. We're arming up and we're tranq-ing him before he gets any further out of hand."

"We could let him fuck us and get it out of his system."

Veronica looked past her hand, then gestured at the screens again. Their master had already fucked his way through more than half of the harem, not losing any energy in the process, and had changed everyone that he had come across.

"I'm good, but I'm not going to risk getting caught in that bullshit."

"True. Ah, well, perhaps another time."

"Zavis...don't get slutty on me now."

"Never fear, my dear. I am as ready as I need to be."

"Good. Here's a key to the armory," she said, pulling a card from her vest. "Go arm up. I'll meet you there in a minute."

"Roger."

The snake left, and she turned back to the screen. She slowly shook her head, rubbing her temples.

"He had to do this with other people on the line. If it was just us...ugh."

The End

Summary: Draconicon continues his sexual rampage through the city, finding other members of his harem and bringing them back into the fold, marking them, but the more he does, the more he wants to do...

Tags: M/M, M/nonbinary, dragon, lion, draxolotl, hybrid, chocobo, snake, german shepherd, breast growth, hypnosis, musk, eye hypnosis, ocular hypnosis, mind control, corruption, lactation, prostitution, oral, blowjob, face-fucking, anal, marking, master/slave, draconicon,