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Kaldakaczil's eyes crept open, lulled from their rest by the gentle buzz of a commlink some meters away. The device was diminutive in size compared to his great form, yet the rumble of its casing vibrating against the table was enough of a nuisance to rouse the large beast from his slumber. At least it was an easy enough matter to deal with. The simplest brush of his tail sent the device clattering down to the floor, silencing its alarm in the process to leave the great wyrm to enjoy his lazing for a few moments more.

But as enjoyable as it would be to continue slumbering for the next few hours, his time was far too valuable to waste on such frivolous slothfulness. The day was full of intelligence reports to read through, pawns to move into place, information to be leaked to fixers, Johnsons to be contracted, corporate boards to sway, researchers to motivate... The list continued endlessly; the Sixth World was such a busy place in comparison to the previous age of magic, and dragons that could not keep up with the accelerated pace set by this age of magic and technology would find themselves pulled into the plots of those that could. Thus, as attractive as the idea to settle in for the morning was, there was no lying still in the world of dragons. To do so would see him go from one that pulled the strings to one that merely had their strings pulled.

'At least this world comes with plentiful 'benefits' to make up for its frantic pace...' the great wyrm thought as his gaze drifted down to one such benefit he had claimed: a naked changeling in the appearance of an anthropomorphic hyena. The sweet thing of tan fur, black spots, and blue hair was slumbering soundly against his side, nestled in against the warm scales of his belly like he was some sort of giant heated pillow.

The dragon's eyes lowered, an imperceptible difference in angle thanks to the beast's size, to bring his near featureless gilded gaze to stare towards his favorite feature of the hyaenidae -- a swollen belly emblazoned with draconic runes of ownership and stuffed with his growing eggs. His pet had grown into the clutch quite well over the last few months, his womb gifted with a half-dozen Awakened dracomorphs that grew larger by the day as the eggs took shape within his body. The dragon's fondness for the sight of his growing children was such that, for a moment, he even dared to clear his mind of the dozens of different thoughts and plans conspiring within his head to just appreciate it without distraction.

The reptile's saffron-scented musk started to waft from his loins as he reminisced on how he gave the former Shadowrunner that belly. How adorably the hacker strutted through the warehouse he had broken into, blind to the large dragon that was watching him the entire time. The cute panic that came over the boy's face when he revealed himself to the hyena, before his expression was slowly subsumed into one of listless pleasure and submission as he made the pup his in every sense of the meaning.

A contemplative rumble rolled from the large dragon's throat as he briefly thought over his schedule. There were far too many important things to do today to spend time indulging his lusts with the enthralled hyena's body. He was, after all, still catching up on everything he needed to reschedule the last time he had 'taken a day off' to spend time with his new acquisition -- the day after he had plucked the hyena from the stressful life he had known and made him his happy, carefree puppy. A day that was well worth the catastrophic domino chain of upheaval in a dozen different plots the dragon was still rebalancing.

His daydream was interrupted by the first stirs of his brood-toy. The hyena's nose crept along his scales to drift towards the source of the scent tickling against his well-honed nostrils, the pheromone-rich aroma of his owner enticing the hyaenidae from his peaceful rest. Kaldakaczil decided to help rouse his pet further, reaching down to brush one of his giant talons across the pup's cheek. The touch brought a soft, moaning whimper to the hyena's lips, his eyelids fluttering, yet still weighed too heavily by sleep to lift just yet. The dragon's claw slid downwards, tracing carefully across the familiar body of his toy. Down across the enchanted, orichalcum-studded collar that still hummed with his enthralling magic. Down further over his torso, its fur matted in long streaks from the dragon's seed -- evidence of what he had gotten up to with the pup last night. Then, finally, down to that belly, wrapping a single giant digit around the swollen, branded stomach full of his spawn.

All the while the dragon's arousal grew between his hind legs. For every inch his finger slid down along his prize's fur, his pink, towering slab of excitement pushed out an equivalent length. The sculpted, drooling column of flesh twitched in desire as it grew, spilling a long string of mana-rich essence onto the floor before swelling past the mess it had just made. His pseudo-knot popped free from his slit soon thereafter, stubbornly refusing any notion of retreating as another quiver rolled through the living pillar, dispersing another air-thickening surge of dragon musk to further lure his devoted toy from the clutches of sleep.

It was a good thing he budgeted these early-morning moments into his schedule, the giant, magical lizard thought as he rolled onto his back. The massive hand which had tenderly stroked along his hyena wrapped itself around the changeling, finally bringing him to the land of the conscious as he plucked him up from the floor and deposited the spotted mammal on his abdomen. The glowing, golden-eyed pup looked towards the familiar tower of cock he was propped against, now trapped by the taloned hand resting against his back, before swiveling upwards to stare into the adoring gaze of his owner past the flared, spear-shaped point of his Master's desire.

"Good morning, Master..." the former hacker murmured, his long, blue-tipped tail wagging with excitement as he spoke. The hyena leaned forward without any hesitation now that he was awake, wrapping his arms around the torso-sized prick in front of him. His body scooted forward, straddling the sputtering spire between his thighs and pressed his gravid belly against the bulbous base of the gland. One of his hands brushed along the smooth 'top' of the length, tracing across the thickened bump along its side with gentle squeezes to coax yet more vigor into the length. His hand eventually pulled the length properly against his torso, pinning the obscene masculinity against his body so that the fountain-like flow of pre from its tip tumbled down over its many curves to eventually spill onto his fur, glazing his pelt with a fresh coat of his Master's rich scent.

His other hand played along the belly of the sputtering member, paying particular attention to the sensitive ridges of the draconic prick as his fingers danced along the glands with all the familiarity of a musician with their favorite instrument. The dexterous digits, honed by years of sliding across haptic holo-keyboards to fling strings of code nearly as fast as he could think, showed off how skillfully they could squeeze against one quiver-inducing ridge to the next before sweeping back upwards to knead behind the arrowhead of engorged flesh at its peak, leaving a wake of slowly flowing pre behind it.

The girth throbbed hotly against the hyena's grip, pulsing against his palms, his belly, his chest, even his face as he leaned in to nuzzle lovingly against the cockhead. But no matter how many nerve-rich glands he squeezed and tantalized with his hands, the sheer difference in size meant that he could do little more than tease the girth with a feather-light touch. He certainly could get the draconic mast to sputter and flex close to its peak, but he could never reach get it to erupt past that point with his gentle ministrations -- and sadly he knew enough of his Lord's schedule to know he didn't have the time to indulge his favorite possession with a rut to solve such a conundrum.

With no better option at hand, the hyena instead used his entire body in a desperate attempt to please the spire. His now sticky, precum-soaked arms hugged the length against his body, pressing its sensitive underside as firmly as he could into his equally spunk-matted torso. His hips rolled, grinding his torso firmly against the length whilst his sizable, half-term abdomen rubbed against the twitching pseudo-knot trapped between his thighs. His snout nosed along the underside of the dragon's head, delivering a kiss to where the beast's cum vein briefly revealed itself above the rippled protrusions before disappearing into the swollen glands at its peak. His tongue soon offered its praise to his Lord in the same single-minded devotion his body showed, sweeping across the underside of the large dragon's head to lap up as much of the addictive essence as the muscle could manage.

His hands shifted to slowly work along the smooth backside of the length while his maw turned its attention upon the peak of the member, trusting the rest of the length's pleasure to his well-practiced thighs and jostling body. His lips peppered the spire's crown with gentle kisses, little marks of affection towards the cock which broke him and showed him how blissful it was to serve. His lips started along the head, along where the flesh jutted out from the main girth to form the jutting, hole-scraping glands. His tender kisses then journeyed further north, following along the submerged urethra disappearing into the length's start, lazily journeying towards the sputtering slit at its peak.

The pup's ministrations soon arrived to caress the back of the tapered head, pulling it downward to bow itself towards its loving servant's maw. His Master mirrored the gesture, sliding a single claw against the back of his head to invite him in closer. The hyena's heart fluttered with adoration from the touch, as well as the proximity to his owner's drooling cocktip, eyes glowing brighter with his Lord's enthralling magic as his every thought basked in the dragon's virile presence. His tail danced across the reptile's lap as he pulled himself up against the length, eventually bringing his lips flush against the bubbling brook of fecundity while his Master's grip supported his weight.

His lips were immediately soaked in the thick pre-seed overflowing from the pink shaft. The fluid coursed over his matted fur, spilling across his chin to drip onto his branded, egg-stuffed belly. Yet, rather than pull away from the copiously flowing musk, the spell-enthralled hyena placed another tender kiss to the dragon's tip, bringing another impatient rumble from the scaled beast's throat, before finally attempting to staunch the messy creek of virility by crowning the flesh with his lips.

The hyena's eyes locked with those of his owner, searching hopefully for the familiar signs of his Lord's pleasure as his lips worked. His Master bore his typical stoic expression, as hard to read as when he had first entered the dragon's service. Back then, the pup had to rely upon the steady, fur-tickling rumbles from his Master's purr to tell him how well he was pleasing his Master. Now, however, after the last few months of learning to please his owner, he had also started to learn how to read his reptilian features. How the idle twitches of his scaled whiskers flicked whenever the pup's fingers or lips played across particularly pleasant notes on that living instrument, or how the muscles beneath the field of scales he sat upon flexed every time the dragon's rod spasmed with excitement.

But, for all of his delight in pleasuring his Master, and for all the joy he took from and desire he had for the length and the mana-rich essence spouting from it, his small body wasn't able to keep up with its sheer fecundity. The first quiver racing along the spire flooded the pregnant pup's maw with thick cream, the fluid washing across his tongue in a sudden surge that ended with the liquid tickling at his throat and spilling from his lips to trickle down the excited member in long, narrow streams. Undeterred, the pup's eyes remained fixed to the dragon's gaze, never flinching away as he swallowed as much of the precum still precariously held within his maw with an audible gulp.

He couldn't handle the second mouth-inundating shiver, however. His first swallow had barely drawn half of the viscous excitement pooled within his maw past his tongue, and even that threatened to tickle his uvula into a coughing fit. So, by the time the second deluge of pre shot from the draconic spire, it easily stuffed his cheeks with the warm arousal, leaving the rest of the sizable sputter of anticipation to tumble freely from his lips and glaze a new layer of lubrication across the glorious rod. Yet the eager pup refused to back down so easily, swallowing dutifully again and again, savoring the pre-seed's warmth as it traveled down his gullet and settled in his stomach to supply his body with the mana it needed to nurture the growing eggs within his womb.

But there was a limit to the hubris his mortal flesh could handle. One particularly messy tide of pre-seed erupted past his lips right as he tried to swallow some of the last. He struggled to suppress a cough welling from his throat to no avail as his lips pulled away from the behemoth still madly twitching before him. His chest heaved, expelling any lingering dragon spunk clinging to his esophagus and sending all the cream he had hoarded within his maw spilling onto his gravid belly.

"I'm sorry, Master," the hyena mumbled quietly, ears drooping against his head. His gaze lowered to just barely keep his owner's chin within sight, waiting to be scolded like a child who had just spilled their drink. A flush of embarrassment even crept through his ears, but his hands never stopped kneading the eager length against his chest, dedicating themselves to the oversized glands as he dared not disappoint his Lord further!

"Hardly any reason to apologize, my pet," Kaldakaczil's words rumbled softly, his voice as gentle as it could be with his great size lending any words he spoke an aura of strength. The large finger resting against his pet's head shifted ever so slightly to caress the hyena's blue hair, soothing his toy's spirits to perk his ears back above his scalp. "Even a drake would struggle to please one such as I~ Such a daring attempt from a mortal befits the valor of the dragon slayers of old."

The line brought a fleeting smile to the spell-bound changeling, and another quick peck to the pre-coated length. "This... beast... seems far beyond my strength to slay though..." he played along with the mirthful tease, reaffirming his caressing grip to the back of the flared head. "Perhaps I should try... wooing it instead..." the hyena followed, lowering his lips to kiss the drooling slit poised at the flesh's peak. As expected, his snout was quickly bathed in another healthy dollop of dragon essence, especially as this time his lips didn't move to wrap around as much of the flesh as he could fit. Instead, they nestled in against the point of the dragon's cock, brushing against the opening as sensually as he would a lover's lips.

The pre-seed continued to spill freely over his cheek as his lips rolled against the dragon's urethra, the scent and warmth from the fluid encouraging him to press forward into the embrace. His eyes lingered on the dragon's gaze for a moment longer, catching one last sight of the subtle expressions of pleasure on the beast's face when his tongue joined his kiss. The muscle pushed against the sputtering flow to sweep across the slick, quivering walls, collecting a wad of the viscous ambrosia as it did so. The taste flooded his tongue as he closed his eyes, concentrating on the hedonistic moment as his tongue lapped up the offering it had received, letting the cream spill into his maw and be pulled down his throat at a far more manageable rate.

As enticing as the essence he stole away was, the pup was far more focused on his devoted 'embrace'. His tongue returned from stowing away its mawful, tickling against the lip of the dragon's cum vein before descending in another sloppy kiss. The talon against his scalp pulled him closer, just as his own arms hugged tightly against the pink log pressed against his body. The gesture brought a renewed flush to the hyena's ears and cheeks as he fantasized about holding his owner just as intimately, getting to kiss those reptilian lips and not just the start of his dick. The almost scandalous idea brought a rush to his heart now drumming within his chest hard enough that the sensitive bumps along the underside of the length could no doubt feel the beats, pressed as they were firmly against his torso.

The excitement coaxed him on further, pushing his body to squeeze and rub itself along his owner's prick with ever more need. His lips locked with the point, sending small squelches of drool and spunk tumbling in their wake as he made out with the tip. His heated imagination quickly roused the enchantments on his mind further as he dreamed of servicing and being adored by his owner, bringing his golden-glow obscured eyes to such a bright glint that it seeped partially through his closed eyelids.

The hyena's infatuated obsession eventually bore fruit, as the flexing spire against him quickened its pace once more. The rolling rumbles from his Lord's purrs grew steadily louder than the last, coinciding with the increased mess each glass-sized pour of precum caused as they washed across his loving lips. The closer his Master drew to his release, the more the pup pushed himself to please his length, growing desperate to do so as his eyes half-opened to stare pleadingly towards his doting owner.

He didn't have to beg for long to get what he desired. One particularly deep, tongue-riddled kiss to the spire's slit, helped along by the dragon's grip around his pup squeezing along that length as well, finally pushed the massive prick to its peak. The length flared against his lips and underneath his hands, the head and ridges swelling with warmth against his fur as they flared. The underside of the giant girth quaked as the muscles along the vein flexed and squeezed gallon-sized ropes of seed through the flesh, before soaking his still lovingly-smooching face with the tide of dragon spunk as it poured from the tip!

The blue-haired pet remained frozen where he was, his grip holding onto the cock like it was the rope keeping his body from being dislodged by the surge of jizz flowing from its tip. His lips struggled to maintain their course, keeping his head directly in the flow of the virile flow, obscuring his face and hair in the torrent before the cream inevitably flowed down along his body to bathe his entire pelt in the pheromone-rich scent. Only his ears barely kept themselves above the alabaster tide as it soaked his body, although every fresh gush nearly threatened to drag even them beneath its surface.

The rich scent and taste, or perhaps the influence of the enchanted collar around his neck, overloaded the poor hyena's body, sending the pup into a pheromonal overlord that left his lips moaning into the fecund spout. His thighs clenched firmly around the giant spire, the folds of his sex flexing in a near-orgasmic bliss of his own. His madly wagging tail held itself still with the writhing waves of anticipation jolting through his muscles, just in time for a few pints of cascading dragon seed to pour onto the long, fluffy limb and soak it in his Master's scent along with the rest of him.

The pup delighted in every drop of seed his hard work roused from his owner's loins, even if all his small frame could entice from the great dragon was a few short ropes squeezed off in a short, fleeting peak. More than enough to soak the needy hyena from head to toe by the time the dragon's shaft started to relax, but only enough to take off the bite of the dragon's excitement than truly satisfy his Lord. Enough for him to take some small measure of pride for his accomplishment, even if it also reminded him of his inadequacy to please such a magnificent beast as he was. The loyal toy's jizz-soaked maw gave one last kiss to the tapered head before pulling away, using an arm to dislodge the centimeter-thick glaze of cream coating his face so he could open his eyes and stare expectantly towards his owner once more.

Kaldakaczil, in turn, slowly let go of his grip around the hyena, leaving the cum-caked pup to adjust whilst the rod he was using for support started to recede. The digit which had tenderly pressed against the back of his servant's head as he made out with his cock remained to stroke along the pup's spine, brushing away some more of the cream clinging to his fur with every pass. A fond rumble rolled from the dragon as he enjoyed a few moments in the afterglow, even as his mind began to turn towards his schedule for the day. Especially as the alerting buzz from the commlink confirmed his allocated 'morning time' had come to an end, dragging a regretful sigh from his large frame. "Time for me to leave, pup... I'll be back near the end of the day, so don't get into too much trouble until then."

The hyena's ears once again flicked back to his scalp, shaking free a string of cream that had been clinging to them. The joy he had taken from satisfying his Master was dashed in that moment by the disappointment of not being in his Lord's presence anymore. He understood, of course. The dragon couldn't take him with him all the time; only rarely when he came along for 'walks' to some public function that he always adored despite the need for clothing. It didn't make the pain of his owner's absence any more tolerable to bear in the moment, though.

Usually, the pup would slide off of his owner's lap as soon as he was compelled so that his Master could go about his day. This time, however, he lingered as his mind recalled those earlier fantasies as he had been kissing the now retreating length dragging itself down over his cum-soaked and claimed belly. The embarrassment of his self-perceived impudence rolled through his enthralled psyche once again, but... with the pang of being left alone hovering over his head...

"Master, may I..." the cum-glazed hyena struggled to find his words, perhaps thankful for the creamy glaze hiding his embarrassment. "Can I... kiss you... Properly?"

"Oh?" The request brought a bemused chuckle to the dragon's lips, as well as a subtle twist of mirth to his otherwise stoic expression.

The hyena nodded, wrapping his tail around his waist so that its glazed tip came to rest against his belly. "If it's not too much trouble, of course..." his voice trailed off, still doubtful of his right to make such a request from the dragon.

The dragon couldn't help but let out a louder laugh at his pet's uncertainty. If he had more time, he might not have minded teasing his devoted servant further, but these precious seconds were already eating into his schedule. So instead, he nudged the hyena forward with his talon, encouraging the pup to crawl along his chest. The changeling did so dutifully, approaching towards his shoulders, until Kaldakaczil could comfortably lean down to bring his head to the hopeful pup's face.

His whiskers brushed gently across his pet's head as his snout lowered, bringing his lips hovering in front of the small humanoid. The difference in size between his head and the changeling was even larger than that of his length, the blue-haired hyena looking just small enough to swallow whole if he so wished, and certainly large enough to make a quick snack of the pup if the fancy ever took him. That fact was made all the more evident when the great golden beast opened his lips, baring sword-sized fangs to his pet, and more importantly, the mattress-sized tongue resting behind them.

But the hyena had no such concerns, so utterly enthralled to his Lord that there wasn't any hint of fear as he slid up to the large dragon's maw. His hands tentatively brushed along the beast's chin, using the grip for support so that he could lean forward and brush his lips against the wyrm's. The simple peck sent the hyenidae's tail wagging madly as he pulled back, expecting that to be as far as his Master's generosity would entertain his mad desire.

The pup was left quite surprised when his retreat was thwarted by the same talon from before, once again caressing against the back of his head like it had been when he was intimately making out with his owner's length. The pup's ears drooped, his tail beating faster in excitement as the large dragon's tongue slid slowly forward to brush the large, tapered muscle across his face in a fond lick before pressing the start of the muscle against his pet's mouth.

The hyena's lips dutifully parted to his Master's touch, letting the tongue plunder him at its leisure. In an instant his maw was stuffed to its limit, his cheeks bulging around the mass of the muscle as it rolled clumsily along the features within. The drool-lathered appendage twisted gingerly within the pup's maw, mixing the lingering seed with the hyena's spit and his own saliva into a lurid ball cradled against the dragon's tongue. Before finally the wyrm threw one last surprise into the kiss for his bold pup by pressing the muscle past the rim of the hyena's gullet, force-feeding him the wad of spit and seed it had collected as he pushed as much of the muscle as he could down the changeling's throat.

The pup gagged audibly around the tongue as it forced its way deep into his throat, its advance only halted when the muscle's width proved too wide to shove past the hyena's lips and lodged itself inside of his gullet. Far enough for it to create a visible swell within the spotted boy's neck, pressing out just above his Adam's apple as it writhed along with the awkward flicks and twists it could perform in the small orifice before the muscle finally slid free in one, smooth motion a few seconds later. Long, sticky strands of spit and seed stretched between the pet's lips and his owner's tongue, leaving the flavor from his Master's drool to join that of his seed lingering within the pup's maw.

The hyena hardly noticed that the 'kiss' was over, his mind still swooning for how far his owner had humored him to the point that he collapsed against the dragon's chest as soon as it was over. Only his tail was left moving, waving to and fro in long, sweeping wags on the dragon's bed as the dragon left for his day at work.

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The pup's senses had been left in too much of a stupor to do more than whimper for his Master to stay as the dragon left, having finally run out of time to grace his adoring pet with that morning. The lizard cast a spell to clean himself of the plentiful mess they had created before stepping onto two legs, using further magic to fetch his clothes and dressing himself as he walked out the door -- leaving the hyena free of his immediate duties to the dragon until he'd return in the evening.

Freedom that the pregnant hyena was slow to take advantage of, choosing to instead linger upon the large mat which served as the dragon's bed, and bask in the fading warmth left by his Master's body and seed. He did his best to embrace the remaining heat as much as he could, wiggling his back into the thick puddle of draconic virility as it pooled against him thanks to the subtle indent his weight left within the thick foam. His fingers took it a step further, running through his seed-soaked pelt to try and work the cream into the fur like it was a shampoo, trapping some of his owner's scent into the follicles in the process. Anything he could do to help trap the dragon's aroma on him so that he could bear yet another mark of ownership by his adoring caretaker, as well as to comfort himself while the object of his devotion was away.

While his hands wandered across his body, his mind followed suit, drifting towards idle contemplations of desire, contentment, satisfaction, and want. Every spot his fingers rubbed across sparked a new thought to bubble up his listless consciousness, ensuring his mind couldn't settle on a single coherent image before a new idea came along to displace the last and start the process all over again.

At least until his hands eventually brushed against the gentle curve of his egg-stuffed belly, causing his fingers to stop in their tracks and his mind to rouse itself from its stupor. His eyes, now only subtly glowing with his Master's golden-hued influence, finally opened to look down at the hefty dome swelling from his abdomen, admiring the size his body had grown to with a smile upon his lips. His touch shifted to rub around the maternal girth, brushing his digits across the fur that had been emblazoned with his owner's aureate mark. He had once been able to spot the magical brand placed above his womb with just a glance down. But now, as his belly began to swell further and further from his body, most of it had been obscured behind the dome, allowing his eyes to only catch the uppermost edge of the mark he wore with pride. Despite the lack of sight his fingers still expertly traced along the draconic runes, their shape and position ingrained into his psyche from many hours spent admiring the blessing before his progeny had grown to deny him its sight.

His other hand soon joined the first in stroking along his belly, leaving the first to continue brushing over the sigil of ownership whilst it appreciated the weight of his Master's children growing within his body. His children too, he contemplated, but that felt like a secondary consideration to the fact that they were sired from his owner's seed.

He briefly envisioned what his six spawn would look like when they hatched, hoping that they would take after their father as proud scions of his lineage. At least one he hoped would be the mirror image of his owner's resplendent, golden visage. While the others... a small, almost sinful contemplation dared to imagine some subtle, tell-tale imperfections that would hint that the young dragons had been borne from him. They would still all be dragons of some kind; his owner had made sure of that when he had first blessed him with the clutch he took so much pride in. If he was fortunate, all the research his owner had spent so much time working on while he was away would come to fruition and he would have the privilege of laying a clutch of true dragons that could become as great and as majestic as their father.

As the spent seed cooled, the hyena's mind finally drew towards his responsibilities beyond just cherishing the brood growing within his belly. A forlorn sigh rolled from his lips as his hands released their hold, letting the weight of half-developed eggs bring his belly to rest heavily against his lap as he sat upright. The motion sent the last few dregs of draconic spunk that had not yet soaked into his fur trickling from his body to join the fecund puddle he was sitting within.

The pup would have to start with the small lake of spunk before getting to anything else... A simple matter for his owner -- barely more than a thought for such a magnificent being to invoke magic to tidy up his living space -- but such means were beyond the hyena. His Master had graced him with a rudimentary instruction in draconic runes, mostly so that he could recognize his owner's name inscribed upon his body. Such education had not given the hyena any knowledge in the Awakened arts itself, if it was even possible for the brood toy to grasp such metaphysical realities at all.

For the moment, the chance of learning magic as a consequence of his Master's brood and his blessings was just a curiosity the enthralled broodpup contemplated as he stepped towards his corner of the large room, dripping drying seed as he went. In this little section the dragon had gifted his devoted servant a few items to keep him entertained while he was frequently away, including a solid, lacquered desk with a comfortable chair for the hyaenidae to make use of.

Less obvious, but far more important to the barefoot hyena, was a commlink sat upon the center of the desk. It was a simple thing at the glance but packed significant processing power, a gift he had earned from his owner after his first month of subservience and one that seemed strangely familiar when he first received it. He picked the device up, the electronic slipping neatly into his fingers as it became almost an extension of his body with how quickly he tapped along its touchscreen. In a few seconds he had roused the small army of drones linked to the local Matrix node, causing the robotic workers to silently slip free from their bays hidden behind the walls and dutifully start to clean the ludicrous mess he had partially tracked across the floor.

A far better way to clean up such a mess than attempting to do so by hand, he thought. He still contemplated if he should wear a cute little maid outfit whenever he went about caring for his Master's abode though, even if he wasn't scrubbing the thick dragon gunk off the floor by hand. The idea was spawned less for the properness of doing so, and more out of curiosity if Kaldakaczil would enjoy coming home to spy his pet stretching himself to dust the high spot on the walls, his tail lifted to raise the skirt just enough for the dragon's hungry gaze to spy his lithe rear.

An eager smile stretched across the pet's lips from such thoughts as he watched one of the drones start to scrub away the cum prints left by his footsteps. He half wished he could place an order for it (even if he'd have to get it custom made to account for his belly), but the node his device was linked to was separated from the Matrix proper to keep this den secure. A simple enough matter to subvert, he pondered; he'd just have to break whatever software limitations reduced the device's signal range and try to get even a weak connection to a less restricted node. After all, he wouldn't need much bandwidth to do a simple search for an outfit and arrange for its delivery to the office building his home was underneath.

The hyena's movements and musings stopped suddenly as he realized the peculiar train of thought he was just on. He... knew how to do that? He thought he did at least, otherwise how did the idea come to his mind that he could do so? Where did he ever learn how to do such things? Perhaps it was something he did before he was blessed to serve his owner? He had only been in the dragon's service for a few months... So, he had to have done something before he was called to his Master's side... But he couldn't recall what it was. He couldn't remember anything before his Master had graced him with his clutch and his collar!

The answer felt like it was just out of reach, lurking just within the periphery of his memory albeit shrouded in a sea of enchanted fog. Maybe if he concentrated he could wade through the mental barrier and discover what he had forgotten... but even the thought of doing so made the hyena feel like something was wrong. The concept was so unsettling, in fact, that one of his hands absentmindedly began to brush along his belly to try and comfort himself against the disquiet whilst his other hand remained fondly holding his commlink. The nagging doubts starting to gnaw at his mind prompted his hand to drift lower and trace along the sweet pair of feminine lips tucked underneath his sagging abdomen. The sex had been all he had known, but the mounting sense of something being awry mounted as he contemplated his Master's favorite hole. It was like some part of his subconscious was expecting some other set of organs to be resting between his thighs rather than the fertile twat, even though just the idea of not being perfectly suited to his owner's desires brought with it its own unsettling sensation.

He shook his head to clear his mind of these... foreign fancies, dropping the commlink to let it rest back upon the desk as he reaffirmed his current existence being not just right, but the only one worth worrying about. The hand now freed of the device that had started this entire chain of thought moved up to brush along his collar, further soothing his troubled mind as the touch brought a pleased smile back to his expression. It didn't matter what his life was like before his Master had found him, who he was before his Master. Such silly thoughts paled in comparison to the satisfaction and pleasure he had from being in his Master's service! If Kaldakaczil had hidden such memories from his mind, it was surely for his own benefit, and if he ever needed to know, his owner would release them to his knowledge once more.

He was certain of it as he left the strange contemplations aside, making his way out of the room instead as he made his way to the attached bathroom. He could leave the drones to scurry about their programmed task without his direct observation, allowing him to focus on cleaning himself as well within the shower.

No, there wasn't a doubt within his mind... about... what was he thinking about? The hyena's face twisted into an expression that wouldn't look amiss on a grumpy child as he remembered he had just been thinking about... something. He was sure of something at least.

Well, it wasn't worth thinking about if he couldn't remember, the hyena told himself as he stepped into the shower, turning it on right after. The warm water cascaded down onto his seed-soaked fur, doing little to dislodge the scent he had worked into the hairs. For now, the torrent of water would get out the drying clumps and strings of cream that still stuck to the surface of his fur. A follow up scrub with some proper shampoo would get anything remaining within his thin coat, save a trace amount of the potent pheromones from the magical essence to add an additional spice to his scent.

A half hour to clean himself from head to toe in the shower, and the better part of the remaining hour to properly dry his fur and brush his coat into a perfect, glossy shine for his owner. Every hair from his nose to the tip of his tail worked into place so that he could be a precious, doted-upon accessory for his owner's lap when he eventually returned in the evening. He even threw in some perfumes and coloration to accentuate his exotic pattern, as he did everything he could think of to best pull his owner's lurid gaze away from his work.

But even with all the care and detail he put into preparing himself for his owner's return, he still had the rest of the day before the dragon's expected return. The drones were doing their final lap of cleaning, their faint hums buzzing past him as a few already started to restock and empty their contents before returning to stand by. His gold-flooded eyes lazily swept across the room looking for something to do now that he had finished his responsibilities to look after his owner's den.

He could use the commlink to play a game. It had been the primary reason why Kaldakaczil had given him the device, after all -- to give him something to do when he didn't have any other duties to attend to and the dragon was away. But, just as he was about to walk over to pluck up the comm, his eyes shifted to something else upon the desk he hadn't noticed before... It was unusual. Some sort of many-faced polyhedron roughly in the shape of a sphere. Its surface had the goldenglint of his Master's magic to it, and as the hyena drew near, his suspicion about its enchanted nature was proven true when the familiar fur-tingling sensation of magic tickled across his body.

He really didn't know how he could have missed it before. Perhaps it was delivered while he was in the shower or brushing his fur? Or maybe it had a spell upon it to keep it from his notice until he was done with his chores? Either way, it was clearly a creation of his Master's, considering it had the same hum to it as his owner's spellwork, and given the draconic runes inscribed in the object's surface.

Perhaps it was some type of toy, meant to help him learn his Master's language? The idea charmed the pregnant hyena as he plucked up the artifact into his hands and looked over its various surfaces, watching as the markings upon the magic item began to shift around when he did so to form... sentences? Puzzles? He could only catch the most superficial of meanings from the markings with his cursory education in the script, but he had a sense that he was meant to touch one of the surfaces that matched whatever the sentence was asking him..

The best he could do is narrow it down to a few possible answers... so he pressed his thumb against the one that felt the most right. For a moment nothing happened, leaving the hyena to contemplate if he had chosen correctly or not for the next second, before the device began to hum with mana as it activated.

The pup braced himself for some spell to wash over him, either to reward or chide him for his answer, only to be surprised when the thing seemed to fall apart in his hands! Like some fancy origami sculpture it unfolded, splitting into parts that sprung outwards from some unseen tension. He almost thought that he had broken it, until he saw two pieces that looked like cuffs latch around his wrists. That was all he saw he managed to see before another hidden accessory was launched up from the enchanted polyhedron and latched against his face to form a blindfold! No, not a blindfold, a muzzle, he realized, as the reflexive yelp he tried to shout was muffled by the device clamping his snout shut.

Without the ability to see, and another pair of cuffs clicking into place around his ankles, the hyena found his sense of balance thrown off. He tried to reach down to hold onto the table to steady himself, only to have his arms yanked behind his body by the first cuffs that had taken a hold of them. With no other options to reorient himself, he toppled over and found himself sprawled across the desk as his tail found itself targeted by its own accessory -- leaving every limb bound as the thick, fluffy appendage was pulled to his back.

All he could do was squirm, whimpering as he protested the bindings wrapping him in place, not sure if he'd be stuck in the pose he had fallen into until his owner got home. He used what limited movement he still had in his legs and shoulders to roll himself over, inadvertently kicking the chair out of the way as he settled onto his back so that his weight wouldn't be resting against the growing hatchlings. Just in time, too, as his legs were further manhandled by the enchanted anklets to force his knees up against his chest, keeping his feet trapped on either side of his branded belly.

His ears cowed as the surprise of the device's activation passed, and his last few attempts to squirm away proved to be inadequate to shift his body anymore. Whatever toy his owner had left for him had forced him into quite a revealing position for his Master's eventual return, and it was going to ensure he would be even needier for him by the time the dragon got home as a tantalizing sensation crept along his bound body. The magic tickled along his limbs, causing his muscles to shiver against his bonds whenever a particularly sensitive nerve was touched by the spell.

The device was only just getting started, however. The hyena soon felt its alluring torment start to play across his well-trained sex. The low-yield Orgasm spell played along his sensitive folds, enticing his draconic-tailored love box to a glistening shine of excitement. Even his rear wasn't left out as the magic traced along his clenching ring, the touch amplified by some slick fluid conjured along his walls, feeling not too dissimilar to a spit-shined pucker being left exposed to the air. But, no matter how well the enspelled artifact played with his body, it seemed clear that it wasn't going to be bringing him close to even the mildest of climaxes... even as it tormented the pup with the possibility to keep him from acclimating to the constant pleasure.

He could already tell it was going to be a long day... But, as he laid there hoping that his owner would be returning home earlier than expected, he couldn't help but wonder, was this a punishment or a reward for a correct answer?

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The dragon took longer to return than he expected.

An executive that was far too clever for his own good had poked his nose into something that he shouldn't have, and thought to extort a payout to advance himself up the corporate ladder. Fortunately for Kaldakaczil, he did so by hiring some rather unscrupulous runners to get the blackmail material he'd need for his stunt, Runners that were quite amiable to being paid double the executive's offer to ensure he didn't get up to any more trouble for the wyrm. But, now that he was finally back to his private den, and as far away from the endless gambits of dragons and corporations as he could get, he had just the thing to alleviate the frustration one foolish man had brought him.

He was still in the form he took for his public persona as the company's executive as he arrived, a draconic humanoid large enough to compete with a troll in strength, and looking almost as ridiculous when wearing a tight fitted suit from the Actioneer Business clothing line -- complete with necktie and jacket that the dragon's broad, powerful frame seemed ready to burst out from at any moment. He favored the form despite the mismatch from its size and his formal dress, primarily because it was far more durable than a typical human, which in turn made it far less likely to be assassinated by one of his rivals if they thought to try their luck when he was not a giant, flying, fire-breathing lizard. Its large size also brought a commanding presence all on its own, giving his words that little bit extra weight at the negotiating table. There was also the perverse humor he found in 'concealing' his true identity so openly -- more than a few of his enemies had come to the conclusion that he was a drake or changeling acting as the face for the dragon pulling the strings of the company, not the wizworm in question, because of how much attention his features drew.

Kaldakaczil reached into the pocket of his formal attire to pull out a security card that he slid across the reader to open the door to his most prized possession. His pup was exactly where he expected him to be, and in as perilous a predicament as he intended. The hyena was trapped in an arousing sight of bound and wanting pet squirming near the edge of the desk with his rump and glistening sex in full view of the dragon's hungry gaze. Muzzled, blindfolded, and cuffed as he was by the gold bands of the 'enrichment toy' left by his owner, he hadn't yet realized the Master he was pining for the last several hours had finally returned to answer his needy prayers.

The pup quickly realized his good fortune when Kaldakaczil stepped forward, making no effort to conceal his approach as he undressed. His strong hands gingerly loosened his tie before shifting down to unbutton his suit. The crotch of the finely tailored pants was already starting to strain with the monster it was struggling to hold back, kept from fraying by the patented synthetic armor fibers that gave the Auctioneer line its protective characteristics. He pulled his coat from his shoulders as he stepped behind his pet, discarding the garment onto the nearby chair, his attention shifting from his remaining clothes to instead focus upon the stress relief toy squirming with renewed need in front of him.

The dragon didn't bother to get the rest of his attire off before getting started, even leaving his tie to hang loosely around his scaled neck as he reached down to grasp ahold of his toy by his enchanted collar. He tugged on the metal band to drag the pup's rear off the edge of the desk and firmly against his tented pants, dragging his warm bulge across the cuntpup's taint as he did so.

The hyena tried to desperately move against his bonds to tempt the dragon against dallying, lifting his tail base with the inch or so of give it was allowed from its bonds. His legs flexed against his bloated belly as he tried and failed to press his weight against the dragon's hips to grind his wet sex across his owner's shrouded desire, leaving his lips to enjoy only what warmth radiated through the thick fabric to his nearby mound. At least, until the dragon's hand reached down to pop open the button of his pants and allow the slick, spasming rod to explode out from his clothes and slap across the needy pup's cunt. The loud clap from the act caused his pet's ears to droop against the back of his head, unable to respond with more than a muffled whimper to the unseen deed thanks to the orichalcum hood and muzzle strapped against his head.

The hyena's toes clenched in the air when the dragon's hand slid up from undoing his fly to fondly brush his large hand against his life-filled belly with a demanding rumble to his throat, and an even more demanding throb from his unattended prick. His fingers moved to trace along the brand he had placed above the changeling's claimed and corrupted womb, sending a brief flicker of magic racing through his hand with a simple spell to check upon the health and condition of his eggs still growing within.

"Just a few more months until you lay my brood," Kaldakaczil growled with mounting desire, staring at the marked belly framed by his own excitement. "Then I'll give you another clutch, then another... All to make sure you don't spend a single day without my eggs growing in your belly ever again~"

As if to reinforce his taunt, the dragon's hips pulled back while his pet could retort only with a muffled whimper of submission. The powerless hyaenidae was unable to do anything but wait in anticipation as the broad, spear-shaped head of his owner's virility dragged along his warm, wet lips -- his sex puffing outwards in hope that his Lord would alleviate the need that had built within those glands. But, as the drooling cock tip slid past his lips, leaving only a trail of fecund pre in its wake, the pup delivered a muffled plea towards his owner as his neglected lips flexed!

The dragon eventually nestled his thick rod between the hyena's cheeks, using a hand to hold the weighty tool and press its tip against the pup's pucker. He didn't hesitate to dig the eager rod into his pet's rear, taking advantage of the saliva-like lubrication the enchanted item had provided to sink nearly his entire length underneath his toy's tail in one go! His pet's body writhed against his bonds as his teased and pent up flesh proved quite sensitive to his Master's desire, hurtling towards a climax that was swiftly knocked loose when the dragon's hips rolled back and slammed himself to his hilt within his pup's pucker. The spotted yeen's lips convulsed, drooling freely against the dragon's white shirt and belt as he couldn't hold back his need anymore, his eyes rolling freely beneath his mask as obstructed gasps, pants, and moans of euphoria reverberated against his muzzle.

"You know, it's true what the guys at the office say..." the dragon murmured, playing up the domesticity of their relationship as his muscled hips cycled through another rutting slam against the hyena's exposed rear, tugging the swelling glands at the base free only to abuse the familiar, trained ring by pounding in again. "Coming home to a dog happy to see you home really does melt away all the stress from the day~"

'That, or a mind-dominated pet's ass hungrily squeezing over every sensitive ridge and bump of your dick with each thrust', he thought silently to himself with another satisfied grunt rolling from his maw.

The hyena's earlier, fleeting release did little to quell the desire and anticipation of his body after being at the enchanted gear's mercies for hours, keeping his body clenching desperately around the dragon's prick as his body quivered on the edge of another climax. A fact that Kaldakaczil greedily took advantage of, as his idle musings did little to slow down the near single minded pace of his rut. Each cheek-clapping smack helped to slowly work the tension coiled within his muscles from his day's frustrations, drawing more relaxed grunts and growls of need from his throat as he railed his toy senseless.

"I swear the larger my eggs get, the better your ass feels," the dragon mused with a fond sigh a moment later, followed by another slap of his scaled balls knocking against the pup's now pre-matted cheeks. He idly considered if it was the weight of the eggs making the hyena's rear that much tighter, or if it was just his own, paternal excitement making him all the more lustful for his toy's body, before discarding such thoughts as his hips smacked flush against the squirming hyena's rear once more. The hyaenidae's brood-stuffed belly pressed against his own abdomen as he ground his hips forward as deep as he could, before rolling into the next slam from his hips.

His pace started to grow faster, giving the pup's ring less time to relax from his last thrust, and thus throw him that much faster into his peak as another whimpering flush of release bounced through his trapped body. His limbs buckled in reflex against the bindings as another small deluge of arousal spilled onto his Master's loins, even his tail quivering in a futile attempt to wag. The continued firm abuse to his rear as his muscle clenched around the railing length sent his spell-addled mind quickly descending into a golden-eyed haze, the enchanted light shining from his covered eyes growing bright enough to be faintly seen around the corners of his pup-hood. Loyal, devoted begs rolled freely from his throat only to be dashed upon the muzzle holding his jaw shut, but the strength behind the muffled moans was proof enough of the pup's desperate need.

The closer the great dragon grew, the firmer his ruts became to drive the pup further into the throes of ecstasy, and the hotter his scales and cock simmered against the hyena's body as his elemental nature boiled to the surface. His breath, warmed by his boiling lust, blew across the metal muzzle and hood of his pet, brushing against the pup's cowed ears. But no such protection existed for his rear, as the give the monstrous pillar of flesh had to start with now gave way to an unyielding, turgid rod that scratched against his sensitive, precum glazed walls and teased his ring with every thrust thanks to its familiar bumps and ridges.

Every twitch from the shaft sent further shivers throughout the pup's nerves, especially as each arrived with a warm sputter of the dragon's fecund precum refreshing the glaze across the pup's walls. The essence had long since painted the interior of the yeen's body, suffusing it with the heat of the dragon's magical virility and natural aphrodisiac, before much of the cream inevitably spilled from the hyena's eager hole with every spasm from the length. Especially whenever his strong hips pried nearly half a foot of thick, draconic meat from the pup's ass -- scooping rivulets of pre with its ridged glands and sending the viscous gunk cascading to the floor or scattering across the scaled nuts right before they seared the fluid against the pup's ass and thighs with their next clap.

But such frivolous waste paled in comparison to what was to come as the dragon finally flung himself into the throes of his climax, announced by a gruff, wordless growl which rolled from his throat. His powerful claws gripped his pup by his trapped shoulders, yanking him several inches further off the table to meet the overpowering slam from his hips as he plopped his fully swollen pseudo-knot into his toy's ass! Even so soon after his last climax, the sudden abuse to his ring nearly coerced the hyena into yet another spasm of release all by itself! But his spell-conditioned body was helpless to keep the tide of pleasure under control once the dragon's glazed spheres began to flex against his rear. A desperate, moaning cry vibrated against his muzzle as begs which had become reflexive for the pup erupted from his lips, spiking in strength after every cum-delivering throb from the length buried deep into his body.

Kaldakaczil held his toy firmly, ensuring he was held flush against his body despite the pup's writhing squirms of euphoria. Idle, possessive growls and rumbles escaped the dragon's snout as the edge of his fangs poked past his snarled lips. His golden-eyed gaze stared down at his helpless toy -- imagining the silly expressions his broodyeen was making underneath his blindfold and muzzle -- while the stress from his day flowed from his body along with every deluge-delivering clench from his spheres, flooding the hyena's body with the pint-sized ropes of seed.

The simmering shots surged through his brood toy's rear, spreading the warmth from the seed deep into the bound pup's core. His body was trapped in ceaseless waves of pleasure for as long as his owner's rod flared with every spasm, digging the contoured bumps and ridges of its girth into his walls. Until, inevitably, his Master's obscene virility once again proved too much for his small, mortal frame to properly contain. The copious cream spilled past the glands twitching just before his ring, erupting from around the root of the dragon's dick to pour over once more over his own spheres. The fluid trickled farther, seeping down along the hyena's cheeks and eventually soaking into the fabric of the reptile's business pants, before finally coming to pool in a flood upon the floor, obscuring all the pre that had gone to waste before with its quantity.

Even in this diminished form, even with months of training, practice, and single minded devotion to the cause of serving the wyrm, the hyena was still incapable of appropriately handling his Lord's release. His dreams of being a servant truly worthy of the gift the dragon pumped into him with every twitch of his balls once again left a hope rather than a reality. Not that the pup had the mental capacity to contemplate such failures at the moment, lost in the bliss sparked within him by his Lord's release. His rolling begs from earlier having devolved into mindless whimpers and pants of lust as the last pulse of seed finally tumbled from his rear in a small waterfall of thick, creamy alabaster seed.

"I definitely needed that after my day..." Kaldakaczil breathed with a fond sigh, licking his lips with a satisfied grin. His eyes turned to admire the sight of his pup, bound, exhausted, just as wordlessly panting from their fuck behind his restraining veil. What strength the hyena still had after his firm pounding being put to use with feeble squirms as he tried to nestle in against his Master's warm scales -- expecting to be pulled into his owner's caring embrace after attending to his lusts.

"But..." another eager rumble rolled from the gold dragon's broad chest as he pulled his rod, base bulge and all, out from his toy -- releasing the trapped cream held in place by the living plug to erupt from the abused ring.

"I think I might still need another go to fully relax~" the dragon threatened with a possessive growl rolling into his words, causing the hyena's body to shudder from ear to trapped tail as he felt his Master's magic take a hold of his body.

The pup was plucked off the table by the Levitate spell, spun around to hover above the floor with his pregnant belly hanging past the knees of his curled legs as the dragon's pointing finger directed. His ass held at just the right height to be convenient for his Master's needs as the dragon's firm grip returned to his scratched and welt-covered hips, using the grip to tug the toy back as he slammed his still-erect prick into the hyena's cum soaked ring. The thick rod ground in with a wet squelch, squeezing another few scraps of seed from the inundated tunnel as the hung dracomorph settled into a second, even messier, rut.

"Don't worry, pup, I'll let you out of that muzzle once I'm done... In an hour or two," the gold wyrm curtly informed above the numerous wet plops, squelches, and moans that rung from his toy every time he was rolled back into his single-minded thrusts.

It was going to be a long day indeed~