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All the characters in this work are mine, and so is the work as a whole. It's all copyright, but if you DO steal it, well... there's nothing much I can do. It's not like any court is going to accept such a weird case... But I digress. On with the yiff!

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I am Xethrall:

Ravager of cities,

Conqueror of countries,

Enslaver of kings.

Legions of powers kneel to me,

None can resist my might.

This is but one of my stories...

As I gazed out over the city, I could feel my eyes burning and my member stirring. Down in the valley, a city of almost twenty thousand souls: ripe for the taking. My mind whirled with endless possibilities of carnal delight, dark pleasures. I was drunk with lust, and the battle hadn't even begun. I needed to focus, get a grip. But the prize was tantalisingly close... irresistible.

'My lord, the men are drawn up as per your orders.' One of my commanders, Fenrir, a vicious looking Wolf, stood at my right side, awaiting my command. I was glad my ebony armour hid my slowly growing erection.

'Excellent, Fenrir. There is nothing left to stop us. Sound the attack.' My red eyes flashed bright, momentarily matching my crimson scales.

'Sound the attack!' Fenrir bellowed, and a moment later a team of trumpeters began their fanfare. After a few notes, drums were sounded and my army advanced with the beat. I've been told by those I've conquered that it is not my sword they fear the most, nor enslavement, but the combined sound of batons on stretched leather and the steady rhythmic thump of armoured feet.

My five thousand strong army descended down the slope, weapons drawn and gleaming in the dying sun. By the time we reached the valley floor, the city gates had been thrown open wide and the feeble excuse for a guard swarmed out.

No sooner had they foolishly abandoned their defences, my archers leapt on them like a vulture on carrion. A cloud of barbs, sharp and singing their lethal song, leapt from the back ranks and fell amidst the guard. Then we unleashed the most fearsome of all our arsenal: silence.

The drums fell quiet and a deathly hush fell over the valley. Then, after a moment that seemed to stretch into infinity, a great roar swelled from the assembled ranks. My men charged, weapons high and voices bellowing.

Like a tidal wave we crashed against the enemy, sweeping aside any resistance. The guard were little more than old men and beardless youths, paltry amateurs in either case. No match for my trained and ruthless army. Although, I have to hand it to them: their resistance and tenacity was impressive. It was an hour past sunset before their line was finally smashed and the first of my men entered under the gates. Naturally, I

was at the lead, sword filthy with blood but my thirst nowhere near sated.

As we climbed through the city's multiple levels, women and children fled before us. Once my men had relished in their slaughter, but over the various conquests I'd lead, they'd come to the realisation that there was little sport in killing unarmed innocents. Keeping them alive was much more fun.

At the centre of the city lay the palace, with the so-called elite royal troops protecting the entrance. Now came my secret weapon, something no one has ever lived through to tell the tale. Taking a deep breath, I opened my jaw as wide as I could and unleashed a long gout of flame. The screams of agony were music to my ears and only added to my lust.

I trod lightly around the seared corpses, raising one gauntlet and hammering on the door. 'King Iago, open up! Open up, or I burn this palace down!'

For a moment there was nothing, and I feared Iago would call my bluff. I was nowhere near strong enough to incinerate an entire building. Then there came the clank of a bar being slid from its resting place. The doors creaked open, letting soft candle light spill out into the evening gloom. I always fought without boots, so I could gouge my enemies with my cruel talons, and the red carpet felt soft under my feet as I approached the throne.

Sitting on the impressive golden piece was Iago, an Equine in his mid twenties. Coloured dark chestnut, he seemed to boast a rather splendid physique, sadly hidden under a grey tunic. More blood rushed to my quickly swelling member. This spoil of war would be particularly pleasurable.

'King Iago, we meet at last!' I cried with macabre joviality.

'And you are...' He was trying to rouse me to anger.

'Who am I?' I swelled with pride, 'I am Xethrall, the Dragon Warrior. The flame of the southern desert. The scourge of the free kingdoms.'

'I feared this day would come.'

'Then you are wiser than many I've deposed.'

'Just tell me what I have to do to save my people.'

'Really?' I placed one hand under my long snout, stroking pensively. 'Anything?'

'If you promise to spare my people from suffering, then yes. Anything.'

'Leave us,' I commanded to my followers. 'And close the door behind you.'

The assortment of vagabonds I'd amassed into a loyal following over the years guffawed and chortled amongst themselves as they departed. I was rather infamous with my men for a somewhat... alternative sexual appetite.

As the door slammed shut, I calmly undid my breastplate and let it drop to the floor. My gauntlets followed and my long cloak.

'Now that you have submitted to my authority, you are mine to do with as I wish.'

'I beg your pardon?'

'You wish to free your people from a lifetime of servitude?'

'Yes.'

'Then you must willingly enslave yourself to me, personally.' I began to advance on Iago, who was frozen in shock on his throne. Bending down as I went, I undid my greaves, leaving me in nothing but a loincloth. The candles in the walls were reflected in my dark scales like tiny stars in the night sky. I flexed my considerable muscles, trying to intimidate Iago. I loved it when they were scared. Made them so much tighter.

'You cannot be serious,' Iago said flatly, staring at me in disbelief.

'Having suffered a lifetime of hardship and toil, I am nothing but serious. Now, let's see what you've got.' My loincloth was now straining to contain my member, twitching in excitement. Iago hesitated for a moment, 'It's for your people,' I reminded.

Iago mumbled something under his breath, but stood and undid his toga. Falling around his ankles, I was given a glimpse at his sculpted body: strong pectoral muscles, a well defined six-pack and a lean frame. It took all my strength not to leap on Iago and ravage him then and there. No, I had to take my time and completely humiliate Iago.

'You do look after your body, I must say. Out of all the lords and sovereigns I've taken, you a certainly the finest. You will have a fine place in my harem.'

Iago, as if he was trying to drive me over the edge, blushed. And was that the faintest stirring in his own loincloth I could see? Maybe it was my mind playing tricks on me, or maybe there was too much blood in my cock, and not enough in my head.

'Now bend over the throne: I want to take you on your seat of power.'

Slowly, Iago turned and bent over, gripping onto the armrests for support. Reaching out, I tore the loincloth from him in one swift motion. There was a gasp of pleasure as his tail hole was exposed to the cold night air. I spread his cheeks and admired his tight pink pucker. Running my index claw up one leg, I surprised him by ramming the digit into his hole. There was an instant scream of pain, making my member jet out a stream of precum. 'What? You don't want to be loosened up? Well then, time to proceed.'

I withdrew the claw and undid my own loincloth. Iago arched his head around to look at my member, his eyes widening in fear. No surprise. At three inches wide and thirteen long, it was probably larger than Iago's own. Now I thought about it, his was beginning to swell as well. Now that was the last straw. A final burst of blood surged through my member, making the head flare into an arrowhead shape and yet more precum dribbled from the end.

Positioning myself above him, I jabbed down and forward, ramming my entire length up his tail hole in one smooth motion. His yelling filled the throne room, but his cock stiffened considerably. 'My, Iago, are you enjoying this?' I teased, stroking his member. 'Seems so... Just imagine cumming all over your own throne as a conqueror ravages you.'

'Please...'

'Please what?'

'Please don't.'

'Please don't who?'

'Please don't...'

'Master!' I roared, pulling myself out and then thrusting forward again.

'Please don't master,' he screamed, but I wasn't sure whether it was in pain or pleasure. I began to slide out again, my ridged dick sending shockwaves up his back as his own finally reached its full length. As I was going slower now, his sphincter gave much more resistance as I pulled out. At its widest point, my head was five inches wide, so it stretched the poor horse uncomfortably wide as I pulled out. I reached down and began to stroke his length, before gripping it hard and eliciting a moan, this time definitely of pleasure.

'I've heard sluts in my camp moan less,' I growled, leaning down and licking his cheek.

'You really are enjoying this, admit it. There's no shame.'

'Yes, yes I do,' he ground out as I continued to paw him off, slowly pushing back in.

'I lied: there's a lot of shame in admitting. Imagine if your people found out that you enjoyed being sodomized and moan 'master' whenever I ram my red hot member up you.' I began to speed up, pounding and grinding my hips against his ass. Despite my desire to draw out Iago's humiliation, I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm stirring in my balls. My other hand came down to join its fellow, squeezing and fondling Iago's sac while I picked up the pace pawing him off.

Then Iago did something that sealed his fate as being the most irresistible slut in my collection. He whinnied. All pleasure. A rumble grew at the back of my throat as I threw my entire weight behind one final thrust. My entire length swelled and thick, sticky white ropes of cum shot into his depths, again and again. My body began to spasm as I rode out a two minute long wave of bliss. Holding myself in reserve had been worth every moment of restrained lust. I threw my head back and roared long and triumphant, relishing in my final victory. After a moment, Iago joined in as his cock erupted in a fountain of horse seed.

With two final thrusts, just to show Iago who was still master, I pulled out. With a bit of reluctance, I might add. Taking a few steps back, I admired my handiwork. Iago's tail hole was quite thoroughly stretched, the first of my cum beginning to ooze out. Iago's member was now hanging limp between his legs, the seat of the golden throne now stained white.

'That was my first time...' Iago wheezed, straightening on shaky legs.

'And it most certainly won't be your last,' I barked, kicking one of his legs out from under him. As he fell to the ground, I turned and picked up my loincloth. 'How long have you been hiding in the shadows, Fenrir?' I called to the dark hall as I dressed.

'My apologies, lord. But...'

'It is no problem,' I raised a paw. 'I cannot complain about my commanders indulging in some sexual deviancy. Anyway,' I adopted my most businesslike of tones, 'I have orders.'

'Your will be done.'

'Well, first of all I want you to tell the men that the city is theirs to do what they want with.'

'Wait... You promised!' Iago cried from the floor, cum pooling around his savaged rump.

'I lied,' I broke into an evil grin as I donned the last of my armour and spun my cloak around my neck. I made my way to the door, but paused and turned back to Fenrir. 'And Fenrir?'

'Yes, my lord?'

'Have the slut added to my collection. That is, after he's cleaned up his mess.'