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A Localized Source of Magic

For FriskeCrisps

By Draconicon

Draconicon shook his head as he walked up the stairwell of the apartment building, two books tucked under his arm and a towel around the other. Every few steps, he had to reach over and adjust the latter, covering the detached 'appendage' that he'd taken from the demon that he'd banished back across the planar lines, and it was starting to irritate him.

"Should have just wrapped it up properly," he muttered. "Ugh. Hope it hasn't degraded too much."

The whole reason that he'd taken the little job to take care of the imp bothering some of the locals had been to get some of its magic. Hellspawn crossing the borders were never that bothersome to someone like him, and those that were actually dangerous to others tended to attract holy attention sooner or later; that was unavoidable for anything coming to this world. However, as anything from the other side did carry a portion of the ambient magic of its home realm with it, taking the more aggressive ones down did bring a little bit of a reward with it.

So long as he could harness it fast enough, of course. That was going to be the tricky part, considering that he'd been forced to walk it home rather than just teleporting back.

"Stop bleeding," he muttered, as if the severed limb would actually follow orders. "Ugh, at this rate..."

He shook his head. He supposed that he had been overly ambitious; the idea of keeping enough magic in the broken-off limb to actually use had been unlikely at best, but he'd been hopeful. If he'd been able to use his own magic on it to seal the power within rather than risking contaminating the hell-energy, he would have done so, but with how little it had to start -

Another dribble hit the towel, and he felt the lack of any real corruptive power left. Draconicon paused on the landing leading up to the third floor, looked at the towel and the bulge of the body-part beneath, and sighed.

"Well, damn..."

Shaking his head, he snapped his fingers. The towel and the severed flesh beneath it disappeared in a burst of black flame, leaving his arm free. The books remained, but the mess was gone. The black-scaled dragon shook his head, continuing up the steps with a grumble and a groan.

Better luck next time, he thought to himself. With all the customers coming through with that damn club that the leprechauns are running, sooner or later something more powerful is going to come through and start causing trouble.

And it would probably last longer than the magic-poor imps that he had been chasing down. Or the small oni that popped in from across the sea. Or the djinn that came from the sandy realms.

The black dragon shook his head as he reached the third floor, following the external railing past the various apartment doors. Here and there, some night owl turned to face him, arching an eyebrow at the doubtlessly strange sight of the dark-scaled, white-eyed dragon walking out of the shadows. Despite his more 'normal' attire for the night - jeans, T-shirt, and a gold watch on one wrist - he still stood seven feet tall, had those rather intimidating gray horns, and his wings were quite the sight to see in the darkness of the night.

They always let him go by without a word. He imagined that they had some buried instinct that told them not to mess with something that looked vaguely magical, and quite honestly, he appreciated that. There were days when he really didn't want to deal with them, and tonight felt like one of them.

The door to his shared apartment was unlocked, unsurprisingly. He knew that tonight was an off-shift for Crisp, and he knew that the wusky was probably sleeping off the long day that he had spent working. He chuckled, stepping inside -

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

And almost immediately ended up hearing the wusky's moans overlaid on some porn playing from the TV. It wasn't even like he couldn't see it, either; Crisp had his legs up on the coffee table in the middle of the living room, his shorts down around his ankles, and he was jerking off hard and fast to whatever porno he'd pulled up on the smart TV. His roommate hadn't even realized that he'd walked in just yet.

Not surprisingly, the smaller wusky was completely absorbed in whatever fantasy had grabbed him that night. Draconicon had found him bulging and throbbing more than once - both at work and at the apartment - and he had always seen Crisp completely lose himself to the moment. Whether he was dancing on tables at the club or just trying not to think too hard about whatever had summoned his boner for the umpteenth time, the wusky had a way of just tuning out the rest of the world and focusing on that thing between his legs.

Draconicon actually envied that from time to time. Seemed a nice way to enjoy jerking off.

He walked down the short hallway to the living room, standing just off to the side where he wasn't so easily seen compared to the brightly-lit television screen. He leaned against the wall, his arms folded over his chest as he watched the wusky jerking himself, hand flying up and down his cock, eyes closed and jaw loose.

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

Of course, Crisp was wearing his fancy green shoes at the moment. They were magical, as was everything else that the canine had from his job at the leprechaun café. They were always having him in, always having him dance in shorts and briefs on their main stage. Sometimes they even pimped him out to some of the VIPs at the club.

And sometimes, Draconicon went down to watch. Just to make sure that his roommate was doing alright, just to make sure that it never went over the line. Never did much with the wusky there, though.

Heh...I must admit, I prefer his dragon form, he thought, watching as Crisp pulled at his dick that much faster, that much harder. And without the shoes.

The green-topped, white-soled shoes kept clicking together, the toes knocking every time that the wusky finished a few good strokes. He imagined that the toes were curling beneath that layer of fabric, and he smiled to himself as he saw that orgasm building, building, building towards its inevitable climax. Hearing Crisp huff and puff was kinda cute, and the dragon would have been lying if he said that he wasn't a little turned on listening to his roommate's excitement.

But the fact that he'd come in to find that the wusky was completely absorbed in this, and in the main room, too, meant that he had to teach Crisp just a little lesson. He waited, watching, letting that climax get closer and closer until -

"Annnnd hello," he said, walking around the corner.

"Dra-aaaaaac?!"

There it was. The bright red blush on the wusky's cheeks as he went over the edge was just the perfect bit of icing on the embarrassment cake. He chuckled as Crisp arched his back, huffing and moaning as he did, strings of seed shooting through the air. A good bit of it went over the wusky's legs and along the floor, though some of it shot far enough to hit the edge of the dragon's jeans and even along the tops of his feet.

Impressive, he thought. That said, probably just because he keeps it all pent up most of the time, but still.

Crisp's orgasm didn't last very long - it never did - but it was quite explosive. The TV kept playing, and the dragon cocked his head to the side as he glanced back at the chosen porn of the evening. Looked like a parody of a gay Return to Oz, as far as he could tell, and he chuckled as he saw that the screen had frozen on a moment of sneakers knocking heels as other things were going on.

"Well, looks like you're still deep in your kinks," the dragon said. "Having a good night?"

"W-when did you get back?" Crisp asked, covering his groin with one of the couch pillows.

"Just a few minutes ago. I heard you moaning and thought I'd see if you had any stamina left for a bit of mutual fun. Not that I think that you'd be getting much of that at the moment."

"I - you - I'm going to clean up!"

"Yes, yes, go ahead," the dragon said, shaking his head as Crisp darted past him to the bathroom. "And try to wash that blush off your face! It's getting too dark a shade for you!"

"Screw you!"

Draconicon chuckled under his breath, shaking his head again as the bathroom door pulled shut, and pulled shut tight. For all that they'd played around a bit before, Crisp was never one that went into it without getting all wound up first. The other man had an embarrassment factor that the dragon had never seen the equal of, and he was damn sure that the poor man had a problem with himself in a way that most didn't. Some shyness, some need to be wanted before he could ever actually express a need for sex.

Explained why the only times they'd ever gone past the most basic of touches had been when Crisp was either so magically riled up that he forgot about the world at large, or when the wusky was convinced that the dragon wouldn't remember what they'd done together. Like the time that Crisp had been turned to a dragon and been in heat, fucking Drac's ass a few times before he woke up the next day. He was pretty sure that the wusky didn't really remember that very clearly, and he hadn't gone through the trouble of informing his roommate that he remembered it quite well.

And the time that Crisp had come in and sucked him off in his sleep.

Or the time that the wusky had 'stolen' some dancing shoes from the closet and ended up getting into all kinds of shenanigans and exposed himself to the dragon in the process.

Or the time that Crisp had 'lost a bet' and had to stay in his briefs, and tented, for nearly a week around the apartment.

There'd been quite a few low-level moments between the two of them, but for the life of him, Draconicon seldom could get the wusky to do much. Then again, he didn't usually have to. He had other options for pleasure if he really wanted it, and there wasn't that much that he needed - aside from friendship and rent - from Crisp, anyway.

He looked down at his foot, shaking his head at the white string that was messing the scales. He reached down -

And paused. The feeling coming off the string of seed was surprisingly intense, and he cocked his head to the side as he waved his hand over it. There was a tingle that rolled off from the slime that was...rather familiar, in a way, yet different at the same time.

Hmmm...

Draconicon flicked his finger. Black fire leaped from his digit, coiling like a string around the slime on his foot before carefully containing it. He stood up and spun it over his palm, his black-fire magic integrating with it and examining it for the magical aura that it had. In short order, his spell returned what he'd asked for.

Leprechaun magic, dragon magic...and a couple of other minor things...hmmm, now isn't that interesting...

Normally, magic was something that was best kept separated, if only for the fact that the more unique it was, the more powerful its individual qualities. The pure strains tended to bring out some rather distinct options, but this was something different. The odd melding of so many different types of magical energy in Crisp's seed shouldn't have been possible, but here it was, holding its stability and trying to integrate the black-fire magic that was around it. Somehow, someway, Crisp had been slowly taking in all that magic around him and storing it in his semen.

That...provided some interesting possibilities. Draconicon flicked his hand, banishing the seed away before bringing his hand to his chin. If Crisp had become a repository for that much energy...

Well, that opened a few doorways. Of course, his roommate wouldn't be that open to being milked and harvested - he doubted that the wusky's shyness would ever allow him to be that forward - but considering Crisp's natural hair trigger, he was pretty sure that there were ways around that. He just needed to put down the right traps and make sure that there were spells around to harvest that seed.

"Hey, Crisp?" he called.

"What?!" the wusky shouted from the shower.

"Do you think you can take a couple days off from work?"

"I need the hours. Rent's coming."

"I'll spot you."

The shower cut off, and a soaking-wet dog poked his head out of the bathroom door. Crisp's eyes narrowed at him.

"What for?"

"Just thinking that it's been a while since we hung out around the apartment. If it's just a money problem, I can take care of that. I have some good royalties saved up from other work."

"...Why don't I trust that?"

"Because you know me. But you also know that you could really use a day off, heh," Draconicon said, shaking his head. "So, what do you think? A few days? Long weekend?"

"...I'm going to regret this, but sure. If you're sure, I mean. I don't want you to -"

Draconicon shook his head. He'd already made his decision, and that was that. Crisp nodded back, shutting the door and getting back in the shower. The water came back on, and the dragon smiled to himself as he imagined the wusky just washing off the memories of what had just happened to him.

Oh, if you only knew, Draconicon thought. If you knew what I had in mind for you, you'd probably move into that club and stay there for the next month.

With everything that he had in mind, by the end of the weekend, Crisp's balls would be screaming for mercy. Mercy that they wouldn't get, obviously, but they'd still be begging for it.

#

The first milking was just a practical test of a different spell. Draconicon walked into Crisp's bedroom with a sleep spell, one that extended and deepened the wusky's natural sleep patterns, and sat down at the side of the bed. He crossed one leg over the other, uncorked a vial, and set to work.

Others might have gotten a bit more hands-on with the wusky, but the dragon preferred to keep things from being quite the obvious. With a few gestures, lines of black appeared over the wusky's blankets. They pulled the long, heavy covers down, exposing his roommate's morning wood in those tight little briefs that he liked to wear. They were so tented that they looked like they were ready to just pop right off, but that was just how Crisp was; the pup never got only half-hard.

"At least he's not small...and at least he recovers quickly," he muttered, glancing at the size of those balls in the briefs. Most would have stared just at the cock part of the bulge, but he could see that those balls had recovered from the spray that they'd put out last night. "Let's see just how much you have to give this morning, hmm?"

With a twiddle of his fingers, several strands of the black-fire magic worked their way along the wusky's ears, tendrils of magic reaching through them towards the smaller male's mind. It didn't take long before the dream-spell reached the canine's subconscious, shown by the way that his cock started twitching and his back arched ever so slightly against the bed.

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

"That's it. Just let it alllll out," Draconicon muttered, smiling ever so slightly.

Wet dreams were perhaps a little bit silly, but they worked well for his purposes. He sat there quietly, calling a book to hand as the wusky huffed softly in his sleep. Every so often, he would roll his hips slightly, lifting them ever so gently off the mattress before coming back down again, and then the sleep would take him deeper, the dream seizing hold of him ever more.

Click, click, click went the wusky's feet together. Heels, mostly, as if he was acting out the dream in his skull. Draconicon imagined that the dream was hitting the other man's needs quite well, all things considered. A few jeering audience members, a nice stiff boner in tight fabrics, and those magical shoes that he loved so much.

I wish he would just enjoy something besides that sometimes, he thought. Enchanted bangles and harem wear or something. Something that I could get into, too.

But such was the way of the world. People liked what they liked, and it was better to just go along with it and see what you could find for yourself rather than forcing them to change. There were a hundred thousand combinations of kink out there, and it was just a matter of time until you found one that worked for you.

Draconicon looked up from the book again, glancing at the bubbling going on at the tip of the wusky's bulge. Not too much longer, he imagined, until that would be bubbling over and through to make for a nice harvest. He delicately flicked his finger at it, and more of the black fire appeared, wrapping around the waistband and slowly pulling it down, down, down.

"There we are," he muttered.

The wusky's cock was throbbing, pulsing, twitching without any touch or stimulation aside from what was going through his mind. The constant pulse and push of that sexy dream was doing more than enough to get him good and hard, and more than that, closer and closer to that elusive climax that he clearly needed. Long, silvery droplets of pre-cum were all but gushing from the wusky's shaft, running in a continuous river along the wusky's waist and down to his bed.

Just a little more...

Bounce, throb, bounce, throb. The shaft dropped, landing right in the puddle of pre-cum along Crisp's stomach before bouncing up again. Twitch, twitch -

"Now."

He sent the vial right under the head just as it started to throb properly. A second later, and Crisp was cumming in his sleep. He smiled as he watched the stream of seed shooting free, filling the glass vial rapidly and spreading through it. There was none of the looseness or droplet-nature that he would have gotten if he had been stroking it directly; it was all one smooth delivery, shooting right into the depths of the vessel and filling it to the brim.

He let the dream continue for a few more minutes, letting the wusky's subconscious milk him of everything that he had, before finally letting the vial drift back to his hand. He corked it, tucked it into his pocket, and withdrew the tendrils of power from his roommate's head. With a gesture, he brought the briefs back up, patted the wusky dry, and then pulled the blankets up by hand.

"Sleep well, heh. You'll need it."

#

The rest of the day went fairly normally, though he knew that there was some obvious, understandable confusion on Crisp's part for the fact that something had clearly happened. Of course, considering that the wusky had been deep asleep for the dream milking, he probably had no idea what had happened to him while he was unconscious, but he would have been feeling the drained sensation all day long. More than once, Draconicon was sure that Crisp was on the verge of asking what had happened, but every time that they came close, his roommate decided against it and went back to whatever he was doing, instead.

So, the day went by, and they both spent time alone rather than together. Draconicon knew that Crisp was in and out by nature, heading down to the store, picking up a few bits and bobs, and otherwise taking time to rest in front of the television. The dragon, on the other hand, spent his day both examining the magic in the wusky's seed and preparing a 'trap' for the next donation.

It didn't take long to determine that he'd need at least three times what he had to actually enchant anything, but that was fine. He could get that much seed. Particularly with the next little lure that he had in mind for the wusky.

While Crisp was out, the dragon put a fresh pair of shoes in the closet. With Crisp's curiosity, he knew that the wusky would be hard-pressed to avoid looking at them, touching them, perhaps even taking them out. And when he did? Well, that was going to be the fun part.

Draconicon waited in his own room after baiting the trap. He relaxed, he read his books, he waited, and four hours later -

"GAH!"

"Just like clockwork," the black dragon said, chuckling to himself as he put a bookmark between the pages. "Let's see how far along he is..."

He opened his door, not surprised to see that Crisp was desperately fumbling for the big purple shoes that had been sealed to his feet. He was jumping from foot to foot in an elaborate can-can, kicking his legs up high before bringing them down with a loud thump. If it wasn't for the fact that the apartment below theirs had been vacant for months, the dragon might have been mildly concerned. As it was, he just laughed as Crisp moved from pose to pose.

"Decided to go looking for more shoes again?" he asked.

"What the hell - I didn't - Drac, help!"

"In a minute. Those did belong to someone else, you know."

"Drac, please, you know - ah - you know what this - Nnnngh!"

It was almost too funny to watch the wusky as he was forced to dance around the living room, his cheeks burning as his heels clicked, kicked, and clicked again. The dance wasn't even that good a performance, but it was keeping his legs moving, spread, his hips swaying and his crotch exposed. The more that he moved, the more that he lost control to the shoes, the more that his boner was thrust forward and put on display.

And just like clockwork, there's the bubbling pre-cum.

Draconicon leaned against his doorway, affecting a disinterest that he didn't actually have. Somehow, that almost seemed to rile Crisp up even more as he desperately grabbed for countertops, doorways, and more to try and slow the dancing down.

None of it worked, of course. It was just part of the process at this point. He just had to dance, dance, dance.

And the longer that he danced, the more that his boner throbbed, and the closer that he got to his inevitable climax. The sheer pressure that he must have been feeling as he was forced to go from kicking his heels over his head to actually thrusting forward, arms at his sides as he imitated some sexy dancer in a club, must have been immense. His cock swung back and forth in his pants, showing off just how hard he was and how stiff he had become, and then -

"D-Dra-aaaaac!"

There it was. The pulsing, the throbbing, and the cumming. The shoes stopped pulling him around, and he slumped forward, gasping for breath as the last of the orgasmic pulses kept him from moving. He shivered, clearly blushing hard at the fact that he had just been made to cum in his underwear in front of his roommate.

"Drac...what...what the hell...I thought...I thought those were..."

"Dancing sneakers for someone that wanted to get into a few different kinks," the dragon said, shaking his head as he approached. "Course, they're going to be a little drained now, but no biggie. I'll fix that later. Looks like you need to get some laundry done, though."

"This is your fault."

"Then I'll do the laundry."

Crisp nodded, blushing worse as he finally got himself out of the purple shoes and his pants. He undressed with his butt facing the dragon, clearly not quite comfortable with showing off his dick while in post-nut clarity, but that was fine. It wasn't the nudity that the dragon was angling for, anyway. So long as he had a chance to harvest that seed before it lost its power, it'd be good for him.

"Since when do you enchant shoes, anyway?" Crisp asked.

"Since you started pointing out people that were into that," Draconicon said as he gathered all the clothes together. "After all, I have to make a living outside of the writing. Same as you."

"...What are you not telling me?"

"Well, we could get into that, but do you really want to start talking about more kink right now?"

"You - fine. Keep your secrets."

#

Thursday turned to Friday, and Friday to Saturday, and each day came with at least two milkings for the wusky. There was always the morning one where he was drained before he woke up, and then there was a second session in the evening or the afternoon where Draconicon caught him by surprise.

It was different each time just to ensure that the process didn't quite clue his roommate in on what was happening. Once, he created a 'security spell' that trapped the wusky in it while he was coincidentally out at the store, coming back to release him from the bondage spell and the cock milker that had popped out during it. Another time, he had created a pair of shoes that he 'decided' to model, showing them off to let Crisp see him in a pair of rather sexy sneakers, just to show what he looked like in them. A spell on the shoes had made them extra appealing, and it hadn't taken long for the wusky to cream his shorts again.

It was a bit silly, at times, but it was getting him the goo that he needed for his experiments. By the end of the day on Saturday, he had more than enough to start working on enchantments and new ideas.

The dragon arranged the vials among the suspension rig that he had prepared for the experiments, tapping them one by one. The extreme energy in each was surprisingly stable, something that still shocked him due to the natural volatility of magic, but it was holding strong despite being away from the source for so long. Certainly something that would empower objects better than the usual stuff that he pulled from the other planes. The dragon nodded to himself, laying a pen on the desk -

Thump.

"Drac, I gotta - oh. Oh. That's what you've been doing."

The dragon turned on his heel, not entirely surprised to see the wusky standing in his doorway. He glanced back at the line of cum vials, considered making some defense of himself, only to sigh and shrug off the idea before it could take root.

"If it helps, you were probably going to cum all that out sometime soon, anyway."

"And you didn't just ask about it, or even tell me why, because..."

"Well, considering that the last time that I even brought up mutually jerking off, you all but passed out from embarrassment, I figured that you weren't really going to be interested in hearing the idea." Draconicon shrugged. "But if I were to ask you now? Like, flat-out, if I were to ask you now, would you actually just take off your pants, get your dick hard, and jerk off so I could get what I'm looking for?"

The blush that immediately burst over Crisp's face answered that question for him, but to his surprise, the wusky didn't leave the room. Instead, he just crossed his arms, holding his ground and narrowing his eyes at the dragon, and at the cum vials behind him.

"So, what are those for, then? What are you using them for?"

"Short version? All the magic that you've been around has been absorbed into your body, and somehow it has managed to maintain a unique sort of stability in your cum. I'm planning on stripping it out, enchanting various items, and seeing how it works out, long-term."

"...And that's it?"

"That's it. A few experiments here and there, maybe, just to see what can be pulled out of leprechaun magic mixed with dragon energy and whatever else that you have swimming around in that sexual cocktail, but other than that, I'm mostly focused on enchanting. That's the most stable energy compound that I've seen with magic in a long, long time."

"Well...I want in on it."

Draconicon arched an eyebrow. Crisp shook his head.

"I'm serious. I want in. If you're going to be using my cum to run the experiments, I want to be part of it. The profits, the process -"

"The experiments?" the black dragon asked.

"Yes. I want to see what we can do with it. And since you've been milking me without telling me, I think it's fair enough that you be the one that we experiment on."

"...Me. Experiment...on me?"

"Fair's fair, Drac. I didn't get anything for getting milked dry; I think that it's only fair that you get to be the one that has to take the fall for this one."

For all that he was glad to see that Crisp had pulled himself together to make a demand, he hadn't expected it to be something like this. And yet, as the wusky stood there, his lips pulled up in a self-satisfied smirk, the dragon couldn't help but smile.

"You know what? Fair. Where do you want to start?"

The End

Summary: Draconicon has a little discovery about his roommate, and some fun is had.

Tags: M/M, Magic, Shoes, Masturbation, Orgasm, Cum, Cum Collection, Embarrassment, Humiliation, Draconicon, Dragon, Wusky, Wolf, Husky, Hybrid, Magic Collection, Forced Orgasm, Hands-Free Orgasm, Cum in Briefs,