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Morgan yawns, walking alongside Annabelle. He can't keep his eyes off of her. Tall, dark chocolate skin, supple bouncy ass, and a pair of tits that anyone would go wild for. She'll make a good slave for their cause. Another step to ruling over humans for once in his life, unlocking new possibilities to teach these naïve humans a lesson in humility. “So you asked me a few days ago for some help with a class project?”

Annabelle checks her messages and social media. “It's nothing much, Crystal says you're good with computers so I need you to help show me how to set up my camera. I'm struggling with a few of the settings.” She looks at him and points her phone at him. “After that, I'll treat you to any meal you’ll like. It’s on me if you can make this easier for me.” Morgan rubs his stomach and exhales through his teeth, disguising his excitement with a dorky chuckle.

Morgan. “Sure, but why so late? It’s nearly 2 am.”

Annabelle. “I know but I can’t go to sleep just yet. I've put it off for a good while. Any longer and I’ll forget.”

Morgan. “Of course. Just tell me what you need.” She explains her plan to do make-up tutorials online to build up an audience and launch a brand later down the road. He nods and listens when she goes into detail about her camera not wanting to connect to her laptop. They get to her home almost an hour later and Morgan begins to focus his power on her. His thoughts invade her mind and begin twisting them around to suit his desires. His eye color turns from violet to silver which can give him away if he’s not careful. “Okay, then. I can have them ready in no time.”

Annabelle. “Great! So what can I order for you in the meantime?” She stops and stares at his eyes. There wasn’t much light on the way here but she’s certain his eyes were violet on the way here. “Did your eyes change color?”

Morgan. “Yeah, they do that.” He picks up the laptop and goes through its settings. “A side of effect of selective breeding.”

Annabelle. “Oh, damn. I didn’t realize that was legal.”

Morgan. “There’s a lot you don’t know.” He scratches under his collar. “Anyways, I’ll have it ready before you know it.” He smiles and gets to work. “and I’m down for a cheeseburger or two.” Annabelle nods and grabs her phone. She feels a little sorry for Morgan. Dragons getting jerked around like that. She can’t picture it happening to humans. They still have some old habits against each other but dragons are the bigger target for all that hate. Her mind dwells on the idea while she calls in the order to a place she knows well and Morgan’s powers latch onto her thoughts.

She begins to feel more at ease around him, almost like him being there means it’s a good thing he came to help. Her heart flutters a bit looking at his eyes and smiles while her skin begins to itch, especially under her bra. It didn’t make sense. She hasn’t worn long enough to be an issue and this is getting more annoying by the second. She can’t whip out her titties in front of him, they just met weeks ago! Morgan hears a desperate exhale while she’s ordering the food. He grins and pushes her to take off her top. Come on, he whispers into her mind, take it off. Like it'll make a difference to him. Who knows how many women use him? Myers must certainly make some bank off his cock.

Annabelle groans and spins around, cupping her phone with her hand. “Hey, would you care if I take off my shirt and bra? I’m kind of having an issue.”

Morgan shakes his head. “Not at all. Please, its your home, why can I say when I am guest?” he allows her to have an honest though so her mind wouldn’t fight back.

Annabelle smirks and begins lifting her shirt, slightly teasing him but is more concerned about the itch. “Are you just saying that so you can see some titties?”

Morgan looks in her eyes. “May I call you Ann?” She nods and finishes the order before taking off her shirt. “Ann, a man would be an idiot if he doesn’t see a beautiful young soul like yourself.” Ann feels a bit of pride from his compliment. Her smile grew wider when her bra falls to the floor. The cool air on her nipples feels like heaven. She rubs them gently and sits down in a chair across from him, grabbing a bottle of lotion to lather on her chest.

Annabelle. “Mmm, thank you for being honest.” She sighs, rubbing the lotion all over her tits. Getting every inch including the underside. Morgan remembers his mom’s solution he overheard her offer his sister was baby powder to help with rashes or irritated skin. Still, he can’t look away from the sheer shimmering glow Ann achieves with her lotion. He takes control and leads her down a path of focusing on herself. Keep rubbing it in, he plants in her head, he admitted he likes how you look. Why not see if he gets hard from watching you?

Feeling her pride swelling up and blinding her to the danger sitting in the room with her, Annabelle keeps rubbing the lotion on her skin and makes eye contact with Morgan. He watches her and pretends to work on her laptop which he already solved her issue with the camera, just need to tweak the settings to get them to work. Her hands cup her breasts and she gasps feeling more comfortable with each passing second. She stands up and undoes her pants, sliding them down to the floor and letting him have a good look at her ass. Holy shit, Morgan's eyes can’t pull away, god damn she’s perfect. Just a bit longer and I’ll have her under our thumb.

Morgan pulls out his phone and takes a picture, the flash getting her attention. She gasps and place her hands on her hip.

Annabelle. “You can’t ask first?” she smiles and puts her arms over her head. “I guess you like what you see.”

Morgan grins and puts the laptop down. “Why don't I show you?” he undoes his pants and pulls out his cock. Annabelle stares at it and walks over to him.

Annabelle. “That,” she looks at it from base to tip, expecting it to look less like a human dick but it was identical to every man she’s dated to this point. She doesn't see the curiosity towards him he’s feeding her. She shrugs and lays down on the couch with him, her breasts sitting on his thigh as she grips his shaft and looks at it with awe in her eyes. A childish giggle escapes her when she starts stroking him. “This isn’t what I expected a dragon to have.” She licks her lips and sniffs the shaft, moving down to his balls to get a good whiff of his musk. Her body shivers from head to toe, her pussy clenching and pulsing like it hasn’t before. He’s turning her on. This was the last thing she expected to happen. “and I don’t think I’m being fair enough with just food. Maybe you wouldn’t mind letting me have some fun with your little horn here?” she pats it on her face, unaware of the strings pulling her along and making her enjoy this moment. Annabelle prefers more vanilla love making but him being here has her mind in a whirl, wanting a taste of this forbidden fruit.

Morgan adjusts his position on the couch, letting her rest between his legs and he lays his head on the arm. “Please, I’m all yours.” She giggles and licks him all over, savoring the salty taste of his cock and balls. A strange numbness takes over, enveloping her mind and body while Morgan enjoys his prize of a willing slut slobbering on his knob. She’s pushed to take him in her mouth and moan like a airheaded bimbo from a porn flick. Every thought fades away the second they appear, leaving her skull empty and void of any sense of self. Her eyes become glossed over by her lust, slurping on him and letting drool drip from her lip.

Morgan pats her head and sighs. He feels the pressure building up in his dick, the girl is ready to be conditioned and he has her all alone. He looks down at her and licks his lips. “Did you have any other plans for today?”

Annabelle pulls away with a pop and shakes her head while licking her lips. “uh, no. I was going to stay home and chill today.”

Morgan. “Good, then keep going. The minute I cum in your mouth, your mind will always make you think of me.” She nods and goes back down on him, eagerly bobbing her head up and down. He growls and grabs her hair to hold her in place. “Yes, you're letting me in to make you my first slut. You’ll help me build up a nice little harem for me and my friends.” Despite the noise from her sucking him off, she hears every word as they embed themselves onto her soul. He grabs her head and begins thrust, hard and fast. His balls tapping her chin as she gags, struggling to breathe. Just take it, Annabelle braces herself for what’s coming, you’re his slut now. Just swallow it like a good girl.

Morgan couldn’t stop, finally having some power is a drug that ensures he’ll become a devil in this town. That’s fine. It’s time they had some power to themselves. With an eager thrust, he fires his load down her throat and Annabelle lets out a gurgling moan before she’s allowed to pull away. His spunks down on her chest and he stops her from cleaning it off. He grabs his phone for another picture. He smiles and stands up to grab his pants. “Listen closely. I will be back and you’ll wait for me to come calling. You won’t say a word to anyone of what happened just now.” He grabs her chin. “Also, I want you to have something for me when I come back.” He tells her about a certain outfit she needs to wear when he returns along with a mask and a wig to cover her hair. “Do you understand?”

Annabelle nods, licking her lips before she sucks on his thumb. “Mmm, yes, sir. My pussy is yours. I can't picture myself with anyone else right now.”

Morgan. “ Good.” He kisses her on the top of the head. “Now let’s make sure your laptop is ready to go.”