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A small ball of embers floated above Nerai's index finger, swirling around a superheated white core. The dragon's breathing was steady. His eyes were narrowed.

"Now release it," breathed the demoness behind him.

With a flick of his finger, the fireball flung outward from the dragon's palm... and disintegrated in midair. Its edge barely grazed the target's surface.

"Damn it!" Nerai grunted, shaking his hand. Stray wisps shot from his palm. "Is becoming a demon this hard for everyone?" he pouted.

Niya rolled their eyes and stepped to Nerai's side. Their hooves knocked on the stone floor of the training ground. A nearby red street light shone onto their face. They said, "Training is hard for everyone. If it were easy, everyone would be immortal."

Nerai sighed. He brushed ash from his vest and looked up at Niya. "Maybe fire just isn't my thing," he said. "I mean, isn't fire kinda Kazimir's talent? Maybe I can try... I dunno, ice or something."

"Making a fireball is the basic tool in every demon's toolbox," Niya replied, and shook their head. "If you can't do this, you can't do anything."

Nerai shuffled his feet. "Well, shit." He then held his palm in the air once more, focusing on its center.

Without warning, the demoness's paw suddenly straightened Nerai's back. They then gripped his shoulders and thrust them back. The boy shivered.

"H-hey. What're you doing?" Nerai asked.

"Just relax your damn back," Niya barked. Their clutch was tight. "You're a demon now. Act like it. Puff out your chest and stand straight."

Nerai huffed, "I'm not a demon yet. The council hasn't seen me."

"I suppose not technically," Niya sighed. "But you're in hell now. There's no going back. So fake it until you make it, idiot." They then took hold of Nerai's claws. "Curl your fingers. There, just like that."

Niya hunched over Nerai's body, their breasts pressing against the dragon's narrow back. Their hot breath washed over the nape of his neck. Heat emanated from their core. It flowed through Nerai, channeling itself through the tips of his fingers and culminating in a small sphere of fire.

Nerai grinned. Sweat rolled from his forehead. "There we go," he chirped. "I think I'm getting better at making these."

"Mm." Niya then growled into his ear, "It seems you do better when I hold you like this."

The dragon laughed nervously. "I-I guess, yeah," he stammered.

A moment of silence. Nerai gazed at the ball of fire growing in his hand. Niya breathed down the side of his neck. The dragon's hackles raised. His tail beat on the ground.

A breathy chuckle. "I hate to admit it... but Kazimir was right about you being cute," Niya whispered. Clove and freshly cut wood wafted past his nose. Niya's lips grazed Nerai's neck as they spoke. "Even though you're incompetent, I feel something... strange about you."

Nerai's eyes widened. Frankly, Niya terrified him. Their sharp teeth, their muscled arms, their bloodlust. The way their scarlet gaze pierced Nerai's body. Their strong grasp around his shoulders.

And yet, whenever Nerai saw Niya's nude body before him, that terror turned to unbridled lust. He felt himself harden thinking about it.

Niya's tongue then emerged from their maw and lightly traced along the sinews of Nerai's neck. The dragon's arm remained outstretched, the fireball dancing above his scales. "I can sense your fear," Niya whispered. "It's delectable. But try not to lose focus."

Nerai's breath was ragged. "I-It's kinda hard when you're touching me like this," he stuttered.

"Then let it go," Niya replied.

Nerai nodded. He took a deep breath, focusing on the target in front of him. The flame intensified in his grasp. And with a flick of his wrist, it sped off through the air. It grew larger as it neared the target, exploding into a dazzling sphere as it landed on the panel's edge. Nerai grinned.

"I didn't get a bullseye, but I reached the target this time," he said.

Niya nodded. "Indeed you did," they replied. Their claw then slinked downward from Nerai's shoulder, moving over the boy's shoulder blades. "I think you deserve a little reward," they whispered.

The dragon gulped. His face reddened. "H-here? In the training grounds? What about, um, demon... etiquette?"

The demoness chuckled. Their hands moved under Nerai's shirt and caressed the boy's lavender chest. Nerai grunted as their claws grazed his nipples. "We're lust demons," Niya teased. "There is no etiquette."

Niya then swiveled Nerai to face themselves. They wore only a navy blue dress which wrapped tightly around their curved hips. Their chocolate-colored breasts were just barely contained by the dark fabric, their cleavage spilling out of its top. Their spiraled horns glinted in the red light.

Niya wordlessly reached for the hem of their dress, lifting it to reveal their muscled thighs. Between them nustled their dark brown sheath. They simply stared at Nerai as they stood bare in front of him.

"So," Niya said. Their razor-sharp fangs shone. "Do I need to hypnotize you, or are you going to service me?"

Nerai's chest heaved. Unlike last time, he didn't need to be hypnotized. He'd comply. Gladly. Niya's imposing presence made his little heart race. His knees dropped to the stone tile with a soft thump.

Niya laughed. "Good boy," they said, and thrust their hips forward. Sinews rippled under their fur. "Now taste me."

Nerai slowly brought his head forward, gingerly sniffing Niya's sizable package. He buried his snout under their soft testicles, inhaling their musk. Acrid sweat, bitter herbs, a campfire. The scent intoxicated him. His mind swam.

"Go on," Niya cooed. They petted Nerai's head. Their touch was surprisingly gentle. "Taste it. I give you permission."

Nerai felt himself get hard as he lapped dutifully at Niya's balls. Their matted fur beckoned him to press his maw deeper and deeper. He tenderly cradled their package in his mouth, allowing it to twitch against his tongue. Niya moaned as their cock emerged from its sheath. Its cherry-red flesh poked shyly from within their dark fur, throbbing in the open air.

"Mmm. You pleasure me so well, pet. Maybe you're not so useless after all," Niya teased. Their grasp then tightened around Nerai's curled horns. The dragon moaned helplessly into Niya's package, his snout pressed deeply into their fur.

Niya then pulled Nerai off of their groin by the horns. They held his prone face before their thick cock, staring down at him with a slight smirk. Nerai could only stare back with half-lidded eyes. His tail swept the stone floor.

Embers danced in Niya's eyes as they savored the view. They commanded, "Tell me how much you want to pleasure me, boy."

Nerai's eyes lit up. His shoulders tensed. "S-so much. I want your cock inside me so badly," he begged. A small whine escaped him. "Please. I'll do anything."

Niya chuckled. "Such a proud dragon," they teased. They then thrust their hips outward. "Take me, then. Let me inside you."

Without question, Nerai lunged forward and took Niya's member in their mouth. Its huge, round glans pulsated in excitement as he slipped it inside his mouth. Niya's sickly sweet musk was overpowering. It was like nothing Nerai had ever experienced. Their pungent scent seemed to slip in between the cracks in his mind, filling his consciousness like water through a sponge.

Niya moaned as the dragon wrapped his tongue around their tip. Their hips instinctively bucked. They grunted, "You should know, Nerai... this body releases pheromones when aroused. I intended to use them only for strengthening my illusion magic, but I've come to discover its... _other_uses."

They then grinned devilishly. Their little tail flitted. "Are you feeling any different?" Niya asked.

The question was futile. Nerai could barely hear Niya's voice. His body felt...different. It felt as if his ears were stuffed with cotton. His consciousness had been refined to a fine point, focused completely on pleasing his mistress.

Niya rolled their eyes. "I'll assume that means yes," they said.

They then began to pump themselves in and out of Nerai's maw. Their cock twitched lovingly inside his mouth, spurting precum down his throat with each plunge. Nerai's jaw and throat seemed almost indestructible under the pheromones' influence. No matter how far Niya thrust themselves inside of him, no matter how long... he needed more.

"Good boy," Niya cooed. "That's it. Show me how much you need your mistress."

In response, Nerai wrapped his arms around Niya's ass, pulling himself closer onto their groin. The muscles in the demon's ass rippled under Nerai's grasp.

The dragon's heart pounded. He couldn't take it anymore. He needed his mistress to go deeper. He stretched their maw wide open, took a deep breath, and plunged Niya's dick fully inside himself. Niya's cock pressed up against the back of his mouth, their glans flaring against his throat.

"There we go, baby. I'll take it from here," Niya said. They then clutched Nerai's horns and slid the boy over themselves like a cocksleeve. "There we go," they said, and smirked. "Keep your throat tight. Just like that."

Nerai's mind was overtaken. Niya's lust trickled steadily down his gaping throat with each shove. He could scantily breathe through his nose, but he didn't care. When he stared at Niya's maw, outstretched and moaning in pleasure, their voluptuous breasts, their threatening gaze... he felt at-home.

Niya's chest heaved. Using such a cute little dragon for their own pleasure tickled their brain in all the right places. The boy was so hopelessly weak and strange. But still, something drew Niya to him. Perhaps it was his magical potential. Or perhaps...

"N-Nerai! Faster! I'm gonna-!" Niya's thrusting reached a fever pitch. Their voice became a low-pitched growl, rumbling throughout their abdomen. Their thighs tensed. Their clutch intensified. They threw their head back and let out a guttural moan, then pushed Nerai's vulnerable maw flush against their groin. The boy felt Niya's cock flare inside of him, filling his tummy with warm seed.

The sensation of being filled made Nerai delirious with pleasure. The warmth of his mistress's love spread from his tummy, to his spine, all the way to his head. His eyes rolled backward. A warm glow enveloped him, and his bodily control lapsed. His arms fell to his sides. His legs relaxed. Niya's cock slipped from the boy's throat, past his lips, as Nerai's body slumped unceremoniously to the side. Cum leaked from his maw onto the tile. He didn't speak. His breath was slow.

Niya stared at the dragon for a moment, cum still leaking from their cock, then said: "Well, fuck." They knelt to Nerai and felt the boy's pulse; slow, but steady. Good.

The demon then sat beside Nerai on the cold brick, laying their paw on his head. It seemed that their pheromones had completely overpowered the poor dragon. They were used to using pheromones on demons, and had assumed their strength would be equivalent for dragons. But obviously, they were mistaken.

Niya glanced down at Nerai's body. The boy twitched beneath them. Niya needed to be more careful next time. Mortals were surprisingly fragile.

The demon carefully scooped the dragon into their arms, laying one arm under Nerai's head and another beneath his butt. The boy's tongue lolled mindlessly from his maw, his eyes clouded. His throat gurgled as the delirious dragon struggled to speak.

Niya sighed. "Don't try to speak," they said. "I'm sorry, Nerai. I shouldn't have-"

Nerai stared into Niya's eyes. The demon stopped speaking. There was a moment of silence as the dragon registered Niya's presence. He smiled.

"I loooove you," Nerai gurgled. And his head slumped to the side once more.

For the first time in centuries, the demon blushed. Their hooves clopped on the stone floor as they trotted to the nearby dormitory, Nerai bouncing in their arms. What... was that? Love. Love? Did he just...?

Niya shook their head. The boy was hallucinating. He didn't mean it. He couldn't have.

But, for some reason... Niya wished that he did mean it. It was crazy, but this stupid boy made their chest flutter. Only two months prior, the boy had attempted to trap them in a plush for eternity. But ever since, they'd become infatuated with him. The way he laughed at the stupidest of jokes. His inability to grasp basic magic. His cute smile. It all just... made them happy. Very happy. It made Niya want to hug him and destroy him simultaneously.

Niya then stepped inside the dark dormitory and laid Nerai on a thick cot in the corner. The boy slumped helplessly onto the white sheets, completely limp. Niya wrapped his body in sheets, placing the boy on his side and watching the rest of their cum leak onto his pillow.

They couldn't help but think that, even now, as weak as he was... he looked kind of cute.

Niya sighed. They couldn't deny it. They had feelings for a mortal. And they left the dormitory, their tail wagging behind them.