A Forest Slave
Well, this one took me a while to get to. In case you're wondering why there's been such a long gap between stories, it's because I was doing a few commission ones I didn't want to put down here or at FA. Anyway, here's a fresh one for you, commissioned by Isolfr. Standard age warnings apply.
Forest Slave
By
Draconicon Nocinocard
For the fox tribe of the forest, life was a flowing set of routines and schedules. Every member of the tribe had something that they had to do, something that they were responsible for, and they were expected to do it without complaint and without question. Those that did not follow these rules only had to be reminded of the single outcast of the tribe that lived in the forests outside the village to be made to step in line.
This one outcast was a fox named Enki. He was one of the few that had wondered just why the tribe did things the way they did, and had thought to do something that was different. Not better, not worse, just different. After all, he was a curious fox, and he wanted to see what would happen.
Needless to say, the departure from tradition did not sit well with the elders and the chieftain of the tribe, and before Enki could say more than a word in his defense, he was grabbed by the arms and marched straight out of the village. Under pain of...well, pain, he was told to stay in the forest from that day forth. Technically, he would still be under the orders of the chieftain and the warriors and the elders, but if they couldn't find him, then they couldn't tell him what to do.
The last part went unsaid, but Enki understood it well.
For the next five years, he became known as the eccentric fox that lived in the woods, a crazy man that did things that no good fox should ever do. Little kits were told not to wander into the forest, lest he do things to them that they would have nightmares about for the rest of their lives, and those that were just nearing adulthood were pointed towards the woods, told that it would become their homes too if they started to step out of lines and questioned the orders of the chieftain.
Of course, this was just what the people of the village were told.
In reality, Enki led a fairly decent life in the forest. He had to make do with the tools that he could find out there, and he had to make his own house, hunt his own food, and many other chores that were usually done by others in the village, but that was something that he could deal with. At least out in the forest, he didn't have to follow some old rules that the people no longer remembered the reasons for, and if it didn't go well, then it was his own fault, and no one else's. On the other hand, if he found something that really worked, then it was his success, and not the result of just following some ancient rules.
Occasionally, he would find himself missing the people of his tribe, but all it took was a visit from the chieftain or one of the elders to remind him that there wasn't much to miss. Without family or the chance to have a loved one in the tribe, there wasn't a lot to regret about being 'banished' out to the forest.
Still, there was a part of him that wanted to know what couples in the village felt. Well, sort of. There were differences, but where would he find someone both able and willing to do something like he imagined?
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Unknown to Enki and the tribe at large, there was another person wandering through the forest, and unlike Enki, this man was a true danger to the tribe if he were to be found.
His name was Warren, and he was the last of a battle group that had been wandering through the forest to a larger war further away. Ambushed by another group that had caught them by surprise, Warren had managed to survive the slaughter of the rest of his group through luck and his own ferocity and strength, but he wasn't the foolish sort to believe that he would be able to stick around and avenge the rest of his kind. The best idea was to get into the forest, dive into it as deep as he could, and make his way back home to report the deaths of his fellow warriors. His superiors probably wouldn't be so happy with him, considering that he brought no captives or anything resembling plunder from his own fighting, but there wasn't much that the dragon could do about that.
As he ran through brush and branches, Warren kept a wary eye out for anyone that might be following him. He was pretty sure that his pursuers were too afraid to keep after him, at least until they were able to get some reinforcements, but the dragon didn't know that for sure. They could be right behind him, or they might be waiting back at the site of the slaughter for some more troops to come along to finish the job. There was always the possibility that they would leave him for dead, but counting on that was not only foolish, but the worst kind of stupidity.
And because he believed that they were going to come chasing him sooner or later, Warren knew that the only way that he could keep himself safe was to put as much distance between him and his pursuers as he could. A good enough head start would keep him alive, and if he got enough of one, he could start laying down a few false trails and make sure that they didn't know which one to chase. Maybe even split them up; a small enough group wouldn't be too difficult to take down if they did catch up with him.
So he ran.
The forest around him shaded him, the darker scales on his arms and legs that weren't covered by his armor blending in with the brown of the tree trunks and the fallen trees here and there. Though it left a trail, Warren didn't bother watching where he stepped, didn't care about the many broken bushes he was leaving in his wake. He needed distance between him and whatever lay behind, and he needed it badly.
Unconsciously he reached down to adjust his weapon, squeezing his hand over empty air as he reached his waist. He remembered; one of the ambushers had knocked it from his hand before he'd been forced to retreat. It probably still lay in the dust and dirt back at the crossroads, for all that he knew, or someone in the ambush group had taken it for a trophy. Either way, he definitely wasn't going to be getting it back at any point in the near future, and he'd be better served to just forget about it.
Hours passed, and he finally had to stop. He leaned against one of the many trees, circling around it until he could press his back against it. It felt good to have something to lean on, even if he couldn't stay here very long. A little bit of something else taking his weight instead of his feet was a very good change indeed. The dragon looked over his shoulder and past the tree trunk, seeing if there was anything chasing after him.
Thankfully, there was nothing. No signs of any pursuers, no signs of anyone that was tracking him, not even any giveaways that someone might make in the distance that they were aware of his trail or presence. It seemed that he was safe enough, at least for the moment.
"Finally," Warren muttered. He slumped down the tree trunk until he had reached a seated position and stretched out his legs. It felt good to be able to get a little bit of rest after running for that long. There were times when the running just got to be too much, and this was one of them; if he didn't get some rest now, he was going to collapse, and then he wouldn't be able to defend himself at all if his attackers came after him again.
Just a little bit of rest, now...just a little bit...
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In a small clearing, not much more than a mile away, Enki was busy working.
Many people were sure that he was a lazy fox, doing whatever he wanted at any time, just because he wasn't a part of the tribe proper anymore. That was about as far from the truth as one could get. Though he wasn't the busiest fox in the world, he was definitely busier than he had been in the tribe. Not only did he have to do the chores of three different people, but he had to make sure that they were done on time, or early, if he didn't want to starve of find himself in great danger.
When he wasn't working on keeping himself alive and in some comfort, he was busy working on some device or another, figuring out how he might get something to work in order to make life easier for himself and, if possible, the other foxes in the tribe. The chieftain might not come out often, but maybe the next chief would know to come visit him. Maybe then he would have an easier time persuading them to let him help.
Even if the next chief didn't see the need, however, Enki still needed to work on his inventions and other various gadgets he found around the forest. It might be old, but a lot of it, pretty much all of it, could be repurposed to a whole new use. A lot of times the gadgets blew up in his face - which explained the current lack of fur around his head and eyebrows - but other times they actually helped. The long range periscope hooked up to his hut was a good example of that.
Compared to what he was working on now, however, everything else he'd worked with was little more than refurbished trash. Well, that was what it was anyway, but in a value sort of way compared to what he had in front of him now. This thing actually had the potential to shake the tribe out of their complacency.
"So let's not screw this up," Enki muttered to himself, fastening a joint into place to make sure that everything else attached was stable. The young fox male wore a white shirt and a set of brown leather pants, both of which were much darkened by sweat. Noon heat was only partially responsible for this; the remaining responsibility could be laid squarely at the feet of how hard he had been working. Earlier he had been tempted to take them off, but modesty told him to keep them on. After all, one never knew when a visitor might come along, and not necessarily a tribal one either.
The fox reached into his toolbox to pull out a wrench, but froze in the act. In the distance, he heard a loud crashing sound deeper in the forest. With all the trees standing so thick around the clearing, it was hard to tell just where it came from, but the fact that he heard it at all meant that it was quite close.
Enki stood to his feet, grabbing a large hammer instead of the wrench. "Hello?" he called out, his hand tightening over the handle of his tool. "Is someone out there?"
Silence answered him. Though it should have been somewhat reassuring - telling him that he was just hearing things - it only made him that much more nervous. "I'm serious! Is someone out there? Please don't sneak up on me here, I really don't like surprises." Enki's eyes darted from tree to tree, looking for signs of movement. It was basically futile, considering how little he could see through them, but he had to do something or he would go crazy.
His hands tightened more on the hammer grip as he started to tremble. His imagination running away with him, he thought he heard twigs and branches breaking underfoot, or the sound of heavy breathing, of someone getting closer. He whirled back and forth, looking at every possible entrance into the clearing.
Only when a squirrel leaped down from the branches and skittered across the clearing did Enki relax. "Heh...must have been overreacting," the fox said with a shake of his head. "Gotta get back to work...clear my head a little bit. Next thing I know I'll be jumping when a chipmunk touches my food." The fox quickly moved back to his work, still berating himself for overreacting.
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Warren shook his head from his perch in a tree, looking down at the fox. That had been just a little bit too close.
"I should be beyond making mistakes like that," the dragon muttered under his breath. Only fresh recruits made mistakes that almost got them caught like that. After running as wild as he had for as long as he had, he'd finally started moving in stealth again. And what did he do in just five minutes? Stepped on a twig and nearly given himself away. His only saving grace had been that squirrel running out of the bushes and putting the fox in the clearing ahead back at ease.
At least the branch he stood on was high enough off of the ground to keep the fox from looking up, and more to the point, it granted him a splendid view of the little campsite that the vulpine creature kept for himself.
He looked over the camp, noting the single dwelling and the various mechanical and metal pieces that were kept around the place. It seemed that this fox liked to tinker, something that was quite different from the information the scouts had sent back about the tribe in the area. They seemed to be dead serious about keeping themselves from anything new, yet this one actively sought it out.
The dragon pressed a hand to his chin as he thought. Was this fox alone, he wondered? If he was, then this was the best chance he had to get resources, information, and maybe even some food before setting off back for home. The fox wouldn't be able to report him, wouldn't be able to stop him one on one and, best of all, wouldn't be able to call for help. Warren could be as loud as he wanted in subduing this little tinkerer, and he wouldn't have anyone coming in from whatever village there might be to stop him.
The thought of finally being able to work off a little bit of steam appealed to the soldier, and he grinned as he settled back on the branch. For now, he would wait, let the fox get a little more tired. When it was dark, he would make his move.
#
The day moved on at a slow pace for both unseen dragon and busy fox. The former watched the fox attentively, while the latter worked and tinkered and toyed with his ideas with so little attention for the outside world that it seemed ridiculous. By the time that the sun reached the horizon, Warren was wondering if it would be worth it to fight the fox now, if only so he could stretch out his legs and get rid of the cramped feeling in his arms.
It turned out that he didn't have to worry. As the sun set, the fox looked up at the horizon and stretched out his arms. He muttered something to himself before gathering several rows of cloths and fabric, throwing them over the various items that lay in pieces outside his hut. Warren watched each as it was covered up, mentally marking its place so that he didn't run into it in the dark.
Annoyingly, it seemed that the fox had a great deal of things that he needed to cover up, enough so that it took nearly another half hour before he was done. Warren wrote himself a mental note that he would extend the fox's 'interrogation' session longer for the trouble he was putting the dragon through.
However, eventually he finished and stepped inside of his hovel home. A small bit of light streamed out of the window for a minute or two, causing shadows to dance along the wall, before the light was put out. The house was dark, and no sound came from it that the dragon could detect.
As much as he wanted to get moving, he forced himself to wait. The sun had set, but there was still some light. And besides, he wanted to make sure that nobody would come at him from behind.
Warren looked back the way that he had come. The path was undisturbed, and from what little he could see in the failing light, his pursuers either had decided to go down the false trail he'd left, or they had simply left him alone. Either way, it meant that he had some time, some safety to do what he wanted. Perhaps he could take a little longer here to do what he wanted with the fox. He had nobody waiting at home, after all, and it might be fun to see just what 'tricks' the fox would know if he was pressed. The dragon smiled as he leaped down from the tree. This could prove to be more enjoyable than he had initially thought, and not just because he could blow off a little steam by interrogating this fox.
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Enki sighed as he shifted from side to side in his bed. The sheets covering him slid around him, and every time he moved he needed to adjust them to cover him again. His feet stuck out from the bottom of the blankets no matter how he adjusted them, and the little breeze that blew over his bare feet kept him from being able to fall asleep. He growled softly as he tugged the blankets down over his feet, only to start shivering as his chest was uncovered.
"Damn it," the fox muttered under his breath. "Can make a periscope that lets me see for miles, but can't get a set of blankets that covers my whole body." He shoved them off of him with a grunt, sliding forward until he could sit on the edge of the bed.
He looked towards the window. With the sun down, he could only see the silhouettes of his projects, and most of them were too far out to get a good look at. The thought of going to work for a little longer until he was too tired to go to sleep faded as he realized that he wouldn't be able to see what he was doing. For a moment, he considered trying to work on one of the lights outside, but that probably wouldn't work either. He was too tired to put that together, but not tired enough to fall asleep in the chill.
With a sigh, the fox got out of his bed. "Might as well pace for a while." Enki sighed, slowly strolling from one side of his little home to the other and back again.
Despite being in the house, Enki hissed softly when he stepped on the odd rock. He tried to keep the inside of the house clean, but without some sort of covering for the grass and other stuff that grew through the ground, it didn't help much. He kicked the newest rock out of the way-
And paused as he heard it clack off of something that most definitely wasn't the wall or something on the floor.
The fox turned his head in the darkness, his eyes looking from the floor to the wall. The only reason he could see the silhouette before him was because it was darker than the wall behind him. It was tall, more than a foot taller than him, and big. Muscles tensed on the arms and chest, and the hint of wings could be seen over the shoulder. "A dragon," Enki breathed, his voice barely audible to his own ears.
Questions stampeded through his head: Who was this? What was a dragon doing in the forest, so close to the fox tribe? Why was he alone? What did he want?
All those and more flooded his thoughts, eliminating any chance of him being able to think clearly. Completely stunned, Enki stared at the dragon as he approached.
#
Warren only smiled as he walked closer and closer to the fox. Despite the pebble clicking off of his scales and alerting the fox, there was no danger. Whether it was his species or some deep seated fear that held the fox still, it was clear that his target wasn't going to run off screaming, or even put up a fight. In a way, that was a pity; he would have enjoyed the excuse to fight, to punch, to actually struggle against someone for a time. Oh well; he'd just have to do something else.
His hand shot out, his arm moving in a blur before he grabbed hold of the fox by the neck. Without pause, he followed up on the momentum, pushing the fox back and keeping his hand pressed against the fox's neck. His fingers squeezed down, just enough to keep the fox from escaping without cutting into his breathing.
Doing that, it didn't take long before he had the fox pressed against the wall of the hut. Even though he held the fox off of the ground, he still managed to look down at the smaller mammal. Beneath the look of fear was still the questioning fascination that had covered the fox's face when he'd first seen Warren. It wasn't overwhelmed by whatever fear filled him; that was interesting.
"Who...are you?" the fox gasped, his words coming in a whisper.
Warren unconsciously squeezed a little harder for a second. The pressure was enough to make the fox gasp before the dragon forced himself to loosen his grip a little bit. "You don't ask me questions, understand?" the soldier whispered. "But this time, I'll answer you. My name is Warren, but you'll call me Master." It was simple enough, after all. In this case, the fox wouldn't be free for much longer, so he might as well get in that habit.
The fox nodded a few times, though he still struggled against the hand on his neck. Warren didn't care. In fact, he almost preferred that the fox struggle against his grip. It was no trouble for him to maintain it, and the more that the fox learned that he was helpless against him, the better.
Still, that didn't mean that he could brook dissent, and he pulled the fox back a bit from the wall only to slam him against it again. "Stop," the dragon growled softly. When the fox was still again, he continued. "Do you really think that you can get away from me now? Get this through your head, fox; you're nothing more than a prisoner now, and my prisoner besides. You will do what I say, or I'll break your bones until you decide it's better to do what I say than struggle against me. You will not like that. Now, will you listen to me, or are you going to give me an excuse to start breaking you piece by piece?"
A nod from the fox was all he got. Well, it would do. The dragon let go of the male and let him slide down to the ground. "Tell me what your name was."
"I'm...My name is Enki, sir," the fox said, his eyes glued to the ground.
"You used to be Enki. Now you're Prisoner. Or Slave, if I feel like you're not deserving of the status of prisoner," Warren corrected. He walked over to the bed and sat down. He pointed to a spot next to the bed, just in front of him. "Stand there."
At least the fox was starting to learn, he was pleased to note as the mammal quickly moved to the spot he'd pointed out. As soon as the fox stood in front of him, Warren gestured to the clothes he wore. "Strip down. I want to make sure that you don't have any sort of weapon you might try using. Not likely you'd win, but I don't want to take any chances."
The blush on the fox's face surprised him; he'd thought most of these tribals were little more than barely civilized beings that went around naked as often as not, barely bothered by the rules that kept them from killing each other at the drop of a hat. Perhaps there was something to them after all.
"You heard me, Prisoner." He gestured at the fox's clothes again when he seemed hesitant. "Strip down right now, or I'll rip them right off of you."
That threat seemed to get to the fox as the blush disappeared and the vulpine's fingers quickly went to the straps that held his clothes on. Warren nodded to himself and leaned back a little bit. Just a little bit, though. Even if the fox seemed cowed for the moment, it didn't mean that he was just acting. A good soldier never let his guard down, no matter what, and he was an excellent soldier.
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Enki felt like his face was on fire until the dragon threatened to forcefully strip him. Despite the threat of force, there was something about it that nudged at little thoughts buried in the back of his mind. Little things that he didn't tell anyone about, things that he didn't even like thinking about because of how they affected him. Something almost made him want to make the dragon strip him.
Considering that he had no other clothes around, however, he didn't want to lose this set. More to the point, he doubted that the soldier would give him anything if he lost this bit of clothing, and while he might not be able to keep this set, he wanted to at least have the chance of keeping something.
The dragon's eyes on him burned as he slowly pulled at the strings and straps that held his clothes on him. The shirt was easy enough to take off, just had to be unlaced near the collar, and he threw it to the side quickly, almost like it was going to burn him if he kept it in his hands for too long. He knew that the soldier was looking up and down his body without looking; there was something to the dragon's eyes that told him just where he was looking.
As he reached for his pants, he hesitated. He'd never taken his clothes off for anyone, and more than that, he'd never shown off what he had below the waist to anyone else either. Was that really a good -
"Are you going to make me tear your clothes off after all?"
"Eep!" The dragon's words were enough to get him moving again, his fingers pulling aside the small button at the waistband before unlacing the crotch. His fingers fumbled as he hurried and several times he worried that the bigger male would just lose patience and take his clothes by force. Either he managed to get them down fast enough or he was worried for nothing, though, because the dragon was still in place by the time he kicked his pants over to the corner of the room.
All that was left now was his loincloth, and it didn't cover all that much. The wrinkled brown cloth clung to his privates, wrapped between his legs and attached to the waist at the back, just loose enough to keep an obvious bulge from forming. Enki looked over at the dragon, pleading with his eyes to be able to keep this on at least.
The dragon showed no pity and gestured for him to remove them as well.
The fox's face burned as he slowly started pulling at the little knots in the back. His loincloth was a little different than some others, tied in the back to keep the flap from flipping around while he walked, and it was always a little difficult to reach back there and work at the knots. Still, he hurried, and inside of twenty seconds, the knots were undone and the cloth slipped down, hanging from his front.
Under the eyes of the dragon, Enki slowly undid the last knots on the front. The first knot came undone, and the cloth dangled over his sheath, clearly outlining it. He closed his eyes with a soft whimper before slowly undoing the other knot. The soft fabric slipped from him, and the little rubbing feeling it gave to his sheath was enough to make his shaft peek out a little bit, just the tip, but still a little bit. That only made his blush worse, and he kept his eyes closed and his hands clasped behind his back.
A soft intake of breath was the only sign that the dragon had reacted at all, but the fox didn't dare open his eyes to see how his nudity was received. His only thought was to keep as quiet as possible, obey all the commands he got, and maybe he'd be able to get out of this with as little problems as possible.
Enki didn't think that he'd be able to get out of this without doing anything for the dragon anymore. A part of him - a small part, but one that was steadily growing - didn't even want to get out of this anymore.
#
The dragon had to admit it; the fox kept himself in good shape. Better than some of the soldiers he'd served with, if he was brutally honest. Perhaps the tribal life was the reason, perhaps not. In either case, it definitely made him feel better about enjoying the fox's body.
He stepped away from the wall and walked around the smaller male. He wasn't a bad looking guy, despite the fact that he was covered in fur. Perhaps he would shave the fox on the way home, Warren thought to himself. Might look better completely bald. At least that would be closer to the smoothness of scales. Then again, it might just look silly, but that was a decision for another time.
Every time he took a step his claws made a little click, either bouncing off a claw on another toe or on something covering the floor. With each little click, the fox flinched, and every time the fox flinched, the dragon smiled. Yes, this fox was properly cowed through fear. He wouldn't be a problem during the trip back home, as long as he could keep the fox either afraid of him or, if he was lucky, in need of him.
The latter option would only work if the fox was the kind of submissive that really needed a master. He'd heard of some other dragons capturing tribals that had turned out to be excellent slaves. When he'd talked to them, they'd shared a little secret that most soldiers didn't realize, and probably not a lot of tribals did either. To tribals, strength was everything. The submissives among them could never admit it without losing all the status they had. As a result, when they encountered a situation that involved someone stronger than them, took them out of their tribal setting, and guaranteed them that there was no way word would get back to the tribe about what happened to them, they were more than happy to submit to the sexual wishes of the dragons.
When that happened, the need to use fear and force to cow them disappeared. It was almost like they became addicted to their new status as slaves, addicted to the need to service their masters. If this fox was like that, then he would have an easy time taking him home as a prisoner.
Regardless, he needed to make sure that the fox realized what his purpose would be from now on. "Kneel," he muttered from behind the fox.
As the fox went to his knees, the dragon slowly walked around so he stood in front of the mammal. His crotch was more or less level with the fox's face, and not by accident. Rather than do anything obvious, Warren started talking. "You're a prisoner now. More specifically, you're my prisoner," the dragon said. "You're going to do what I say, and you're going to come with me in the morning back to my lands. No arguments; you're going to do it, and if you don't do it willingly, I'll break you down so I can carry you back in peace. Or pieces. Either would work."
He kept talking, but it was more or less repetition at this point. The words weren't important, they were only background noise. What was important was how the fox was reacting to being at crotch level to the dragon. If Warren was right about this male...
A smile slowly slid over his face as he watched the fox's eyes. They were glued to the growing bulge under his clothes, unable to look away as the bulge slowly grew more and more pronounced. Yes, this fox was very attracted to other males, or at the very least, extremely curious about them. Well, Warren thought to himself, that curiosity was going to be satisfied tonight.
Still talking, he slowly started edging forward, closing the short distance between his crotch and the fox's lips. The mammal didn't seem to notice, too busy staring at the stretched fabric to pay attention to anything else. His eyes were wide at the sight of just how much Warren packed behind that cloth, and it wasn't until the dragon actually touched the tip of his bulge to the fox's face that he showed any reaction at all.
"Wa-what are you doing?" the fox whined, looking up at him.
"I'm showing you what one of your duties is going to be, prisoner," Warren said. He reached down to his waist. More than ever, he was thankful that the dragon army didn't put armor over the crotch, just a piece of cloth. Due to that, it only took a second to move it out of the way and let his shaft come out into the open. "Just as you will service me when I ask, you will service this."
Silence fell between the two of them as the fox looked at the dragon's member. Warren was surprised that there hadn't been more protest. Though he was little more than average for a dragon, that still meant something quite impressive when it came to genitalia. The average dragon had a good nine inches below the belt, and those that were particularly well gifted down there could boast over a foot worth of length. Warren came somewhere between the two with about ten and a half inches of cock flesh, all of which was hard and throbbing.
He pressed the tip of his shaft against the fox's cheek, leaving a little silver smear of his pre. "I haven't had any relief in days, fox. You're going to learn your place and give me relief, tonight and for many nights to come." He stroked his shaft again, milking a little bit more pre out. After rubbing some onto his fingers, he reached out and rubbed it along the fox's nose. The mammal pulled back, but the deed was done. That smell would be filling his nostrils before long.
"You're going to suck me off. Now. Or I'm going to break your jaw, stuff it between your lips, and fuck your muzzle until I spill my load down your throat. Which is it going to be?"
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It was all the fox could do to keep from whimpering as the dragon moved around him and close to him. Though he knew that the male could snap him like a twig, Enki couldn't help but find this whole process fascinating, and - honestly - more than a little exciting.
Yes, that small part that had been wanting this to continue had grown quite a bit larger, and he blushed as he realized just how excited he was. At the angle the dragon stood, it was invisible, but he was aroused. Aroused and erect. Just knowing that it was sticking up from between his legs made him blush worse.
And then the dragon started pushing his crotch closer and closer before brushing his cheek with it, and then actually displaying himself. Enki couldn't believe that the dragon was actually doing that, and was so in shock that he barely felt the dragon rub his cock against his face.
The command to service the male - no, not the male, but his cock - hit him with startling force. He went wide eyed and slack-jawed as he looked at the shaft in front of him. The thought of...being with...other males wasn't a foreign one, but he'd never thought his first guy would be this big...or this powerful. Yet...it was that power and commanding presence that made him so exciting.
Though a small part of him dreaded doing anything with another male - what with the commands of the tribe to stick to only male-female relationships - the threat of having his jaw broken convinced him to do as he was commanded. After all, he was only preserving his health here, right? He wasn't doing anything wrong; he was just following orders, and there was nothing his tribe could say against that.
His hand wrapped around the base of the shaft as he leaned in closer. His fingers reached around it, if only barely enough for the fingers and thumb to touch, and he held it steady as he leaned in close. The shaft seemed to twitch a little bit as his lips neared the tip, and he gasped as some pre shot out and landed on his muzzle. The musky smell of the other male was potent, very virile and very masculine. The urge to service him...it only grew stronger, and Enki moaned softly as he finally pressed his lips against the tip in the most obscene kiss of his life.
More of the liquid pressed against his lips, some little bit finding its way between them. That provided just enough slickness for more of the shaft to slide forward, and before Enki knew it, the dragon's cock was laying over his tongue. The shaft was surprisingly clean for being behind a set of armor for as long as it must have been, and there was no foul taste that he had expected to find. He'd thought that another male's shaft would taste of urine or of something worse, but instead it only had the taste of skin, with maybe a little hint of the pre he'd tasted earlier. He realized that the pre was still flowing onto his tongue, and closed his eyes. Heavens but his face felt like it was going to burn off of his face from how hot he was blushing.
Still...
Enki had to admit that the pre wasn't bad tasting. Slowly, he started to drag his tongue along the underside of the dragon's member. Each little lick seemed to draw a soft moan from the dragon above, and encouraged him to give more forceful licks.
Before he knew it, the fox was slowly sliding forward along the dragon's member, pulling more of it into his muzzle, and only stopped when he felt the tip touch his throat. Gagging softly, he tried to pull off only to feel a scaly hand pressed against the back of his head. Enki only had a second to realize that the dragon was holding him down before he was forced further down the shaft. The tip pressed into his throat and he gagged against it, his throat closing tight around the tip.
Despite his protests and squirming, his captor showed no mercy and only continued shoving himself in further and further. The fox gasped around it, sucking in what little air he could get around the shaft in his throat, and every moment he felt like he was going to throw up. He squirmed against the hand on the back of his head, shoved his hands against the dragon's thighs, and did everything he could think of to push himself off of the dragon's throbbing shaft. Nothing worked. The only thing that happened was that he got fed pre right down his throat. He couldn't feel it, but he was sure that it was filling his stomach right up to the top, there was so much coming out of that shaft.
Enki was gagging, begging for breath, desperately trying to get away from the dragon's grip...and yet he was completely hard.
That reality was impossible to escape. His shorter cock stuck up tall and proud between his legs, dripping his own pre down to the floor of his house. Even his scent was less strong than the massive male before him, as if even that was somewhat inferior to the large soldier.
Well, at least the dragon didn't know how much he was enjoying this. That would be the worst humiliation possible.
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But the dragon did notice. The scent might be a small thing, particularly compared with the scent of sweat and dragon musk filling the room, and it barely stuck out over the scent of oil and metal. Nevertheless, it was still there, and Warren grinned at the evidence of the fox's own pleasure. It proved that the fox would be that much easier to control.
For now, he'd keep quiet. After all, the fox was still giving him the first relief he'd had in all together too long, and he wasn't about to take a break to tease the fox further. "That's it...get me off now..." Warren muttered. "I'm almost there...gonna fill your belly with my load..."
At the last minute he changed his mind, and yanked the fox back, his fingers tugging on the fox's hair to make sure that he had a good grip. One last stroke proved sufficient to drag him over the edge to his climax, his first orgasm in a week bursting over the mammal's face. Muscles under the fox's fur twitched in surprise, but the male didn't so much as pull away. Maybe he wanted to be covered in that white goo, maybe he was just caught completely off guard, but it was sexier to think that he really wanted to be covered like this.
He directed the shots of cum over the muzzle and right between the eyes, making sure that each spot of the fox's face received a little bit of the musky goo. Only when the flow of cum from his cock ended did he let go of his shaft.
The fox looked up at him, a little confusion on his face, but it was overshadowed by the look of lust in his eyes. It was so clear to the dragon that the fox really did love this, loved being commanded and told what to do, that it was all he could do not to laugh.
Instead, he wiped the tip of his cock on the fox's cheeks. "Not bad. Made me do most of the work, but not bad," Warren said with a shake of his head. He turned around, walking over to the fox's bed. It took up a good chunk of the room, but it was still a little bit small in the dragon's eyes. Well, it would have to do, he thought as he sat down on the end of it.
His eyes darted over to the fox again. Still on his knees, the mammal seemed unable to decide what he should be doing. That was good. He wanted to be in charge of the fox's actions anyway.
"Come here."
He was honestly surprised at just how fast the fox crawled across the floor. Yet another point in his favor: he didn't try to get to his feet, even unconsciously. This prisoner probably wouldn't need nearly as much training after all.
Warren scooted back a bit on the bed, enough to push his legs out towards the fox. He held out a hand to call him to a halt before gesturing to his feet. "You did an alright job on my cock. Now you're going to take care of them. And don't bother doing any stalling. I want your tongue and lips against my feet. Now."
As the fox swiftly darted forward and shoved his nose against the sole of the dragon's foot, Warren was left wondering again if it was eagerness or fear that drove the fox's actions. A quick look down assured him that the mammal was still quite hard, but that didn't mean a lot. Unless really turned off, he doubted that the tribal would be going soft anytime soon. For now, he'd assume that the fox was eager. Better than the alternative.
The bed squeaked under him as his back touched the mattress. Even moving as slow as he had, the bed still protested against his weight. "Better not spend too much time on this...I do not need it to break and drop me on the floor," Warren muttered under his breath. Eh, he could deal with that later. He pulled his hands up behind his head and used them like a pillow, sighing in happiness at the feeling of the eager tongue flicking across the undersides of his feet. His toes fanned and wiggled slowly as he relaxed, really getting into the foot licking.
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Enki wasn't sure how the dragon came up with this demeaning task, but it only made him feel that much harder and aroused because of it. It was a good thing that his hands were busy with holding the ankle of one foot because he would be jerking off hard and fast if they weren't.
He was still very confused. This should have been demeaning, should have been humiliating, and due to that, it should have been making him angry. In a way, he wanted to be angry about this unknown dragon walking into his house, attacking him, and now using him as a toy. Anyone else in the tribe would have been angry - no, not angry - furious about this.
But he wasn't. He blushed - he hoped it was from the humiliation and embarrassment and not from his own arousal - but he was actually getting into it. The humiliation itself was playing a part in making him so excited, but more than that was the sheer authority of this soldier. The dragon was telling him precisely what to do, as if he was reading through the many fantasies that he'd kept in the back of his mind for years, some of which he'd never dared even think about.
Like this, for example. He'd never thought he'd find himself licking the feet of another male, particularly not of another species, but it had been there, lumped in with all the other fantasies that he'd kept buried.
Risking a look upwards, Enki noticed that the dragon was completely horizontal, completely laid out on the bed. He probably thought that there was no chance that Enki could do anything to him, that the fox had been completely cowed, and even if he wasn't, there was nothing that the fox could do to stop this.
His eyes drifted around the room, mostly over the walls but also along the ground. Several things leaped out as possible weapons, things that he could use to break down the dragon and gain his freedom if he struck now. No matter how strong the soldier was, he would still be caught by surprise, and that would give him the advantage, right? He should just do that, right now, before the dragon thought he might still be rebellious. Yes, he would get up right now and brain the dragon across the head with a pipe or something.
Any minute now.
Yes, any minute now, but maybe he'd wait a little bit longer. The feeling of the scales under his fingers and along his tongue were interesting, and he wanted to stay near them for a little bit longer.
A few minutes turned into ten more minutes, which turned into twenty more. Every time he thought about getting up and running away, something told him that he could just keep doing this. After all, the dragon was a brute, a strongman, and he could always outsmart the large reptile if he had to.
By now, Enki was leaning against the underside of the reptile's right foot, nuzzling his cheek against the scaly underside. For being bare, it was surprisingly clean, not even sweaty like he'd expected it to be. Had the dragon done some cleaning before coming into the house? Maybe wiped his feet off somewhere? The fox just didn't know, but he appreciated them being clean. The scales were smooth, perfectly smooth, and he found himself moaning as he nuzzled them, licked them, even sniffed at the smooth scales.
It was easy to tell how the dragon felt about the whole thing, given that he was moaning in pleasure and excitement. Every time Enki dragged his tongue along the underside or pressed his nose under the taloned toes, the dragon moaned; every time that he kissed the talons or nuzzled against the arch, it drew a groan or a sigh. It was sort of like a class, he realized. He slowly learned what felt good to the dragon and what didn't, and started to play on what felt good.
Once he started focusing on making the dragon feel good through what he did to his feet, the thoughts of using some weapon or another to get away faded from his mind. Even though he still blushed at what he did, the thought of running just didn't seem right anymore.
More to the point, his cock had never felt harder than it did right now, and it was taking all that he had to keep from reaching for it and jerking off. Enki didn't want his captor to think that he really loved this, though he doubted that it was unclear unless the bigger male was an idiot; the speed and eagerness with which he licked the feet before him made that clear even if nothing else did. Still, he didn't want to seem too...too...
Oh hell, he couldn't resist any more. With a moan, Enki dropped his hand down to his cock, stroking it hard and fast as he licked his way along the dragon's feet. His tongue pressed between the toes, thrusting between them just as he wished he could do with his cock. Every stroke he gave himself slicked his fingers up more with the pre leaking out, which in turn made him stroke faster, which in turn had him leak even more pre.
He whimpered and moaned as he nuzzled against his captor's feet, the soft scent of scales and clean feet reaching his nose with every breath he took. By now, his moans were getting too loud for anything to ignore, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Enki needed to get some relief now, needed to have a chance to unload. His balls screamed for relief, for him to empty himself like the dragon had on his face.
Just that thought was enough to make him even more excited, his cock throbbing in his hand as he was reminded of the cum on his face. For a moment, he was tempted to reach up and take some of it from his face and lick it up, but as he was using one hand to hold the dragon's ankle steady for foot licking, that was impossible. The dragon might open his eyes and see what he was doing, might even see just what he was acting like. The thought of being seen as the sex fiend that he realized he was...it was too much to bear.
So he resisted...even if he did stroke himself all the faster at the idea of being caught doing that.
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Warren smiled, and it wasn't completely due to the feeling of the fox's tongue on his feet. More than that, he found himself excited by his prisoner's excitement. So, he is just as submissive and needy as I had hoped, he thought to himself.
Despite leaning back the way he was, Warren was keeping one eye and both ears open for any sign of struggles from the mammal. Any sign that the male was thinking of fighting against him or struggling against his new place in life would have been met with extreme discipline. Yet, he was surprised, happily so, to find that the fox was more interested in licking his feet than doing anything more aggressive.
What really surprised him, however, were the moans filling the air after the fox really got into the licking.
Warren expected his new captive to want to service him, to get excited about it. He knew that it would be inevitable if the fox was anything like how he'd guessed he'd be. But it was still strange to find him moaning and jerking off to what he was doing. Was this fox trying to fool him into thinking he was more loyal than he was, or was he really that horny for this?
Eventually he'd have to find out, but right at that point, Warren just wanted to enjoy the whole thing while he could.
At least, that's what he wanted to do, until he heard the tone of the fox's moans change. They weren't just the moans of pleasure, but the tones of someone about to go from just jerking off to reaching his climax. As much fun as he might have with this prisoner later, Warren wasn't about to let him just get his load off now. Not when he hadn't taken him up the ass yet.
Leaping off of the bed and pulling his feet away from the fox at the same time, Warren landed beside his captive. With a grunt he yanked the fox's hand away from his cock. From the looks of it, he had done that just in time, too; it trembled and shivered with arousal, and the dragon was pretty sure that one more touch - hell, probably even a gust of wind - would have pushed the mammal over the edge.
He growled softly. "Not...yet," he hissed. His hands squeezed on the fox's wrists until the mammal stopped struggling. Even then he was reluctant to let go, but he had to.
Dropping the smaller male to the floor, Warren glared down at him. He lifted his foot and pressed it down on the fox's stomach, holding him down against the floor. "You need to get something through your head, Prisoner. You are not allowed anything that I don't say you're allowed. That includes orgasms. Next time you try to have one without my permission, I'm going to be much rougher." He pressed down harder with his foot, drawing a grunt from the fox.
About a minute later Warren pulled his foot back, shaking his head at the fox. "Bend over, hands on the bed, and get ready. If you haven't been fucked up the ass before, you're going to now."
The change from total arousal to a split between arousal and fear was fun to watch. After all, a prisoner should always have a little fear of his captor, even if there was respect and honor between them. Fear was a good way to make sure that an order was followed after all.
The fox's fingers quickly gripped hold of his butt cheeks and spread them wide. Technically he was supposed to keep his hands on the bed, but Warren figured that he could allow this little slip. After all, how could the fox expose his hole otherwise? And it was good of him to save him the work, even if it was against orders. "Good boy," Warren said as he walked up behind his prisoner. He stroked his finger over the puckered hole, feeling it flinch back from his touch, an unconscious tightening at the feeling of something coming near. "You might want to relax. This is going to hurt a lot if you don't." Not that it mattered, really; this was for his pleasure, not his prisoner's.
He allowed his prisoner a few seconds before spanking the fox's rump once. The flesh was tight enough that it failed to jiggle, but it did draw a satisfying yelp.
It was not surprising to him that he was still hard. The foot licking had done quite a bit to bring his erection back, and though he'd had to struggle a bit with the fox, it hadn't been enough to make him lose his excitement. "I wonder just how tight you are back there," he said.
Well, now was the time to find out, he thought to himself. Gripping his cock with one hand and the fox's hips with the other, he lined himself up, pressing the tip of his cock against the pulsing hole. It was warm, almost hot, and the flesh quivered under his cock head. It was surprisingly twitchy, almost like it was hungry to be filled despite the wishes of the fox's mind.
The way it puckered now and then made it easier than he thought to slip his cock head in. The fox yelped, but considering how easy it had been for him to slide in, Warren was pretty sure that it was made in surprise rather than in pain.
Regardless, he pressed in, further and further. Every time he managed another inch in, the fox moaned under him. He wouldn't be surprised if the mammal's dick was jumping from the sensations at this point. Well, if he came against the bed, he would be licking up the mess, and he'd find a way to punish the fox for too early an orgasm. Nothing extreme, but enough to make sure that the lesson went across.
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Just how big was the dragon's dick, anyway? Enki felt like he was already filled to bursting, yet there was more and more cock sliding up his hole. Would it split him open? It hadn't yet, and the dragon had a pretty thick head, but maybe that was just because it was thicker near the base? It couldn't be going in this easily.
As it brushed against that little pleasure bump inside him again, Enki shoved his head against the bed, moaning into the sheets. "OOoooh," he moaned softly, feeling his cock throb against his belly, sandwiched between the bed and him. His fur was almost matting from the pre soaking it, and he wouldn't be surprised if it needed a lot of grooming later to get it all out.
But that would have to be considered later. Right now, he wanted more of this.
The part of his mind fighting against his submission had completely disappeared. There was no longer any desire to fight against his captor, not desire to find a way to escape being used like this. Even the part of him that believed this would be completely shameful for a member of the fox tribe to do had gone silent. Against the pleasure that came with being filled up with cock, absolutely no argument could be mustered.
Just as he thought it couldn't get any better, Enki felt the dragon's groin press against his butt cheeks. That, combined with the fact that the dragon was holding still now, told him that he must have hilted finally. Thinking of the size of that thing, of how much it had filled his throat, made him moan again. "Ooh...is...is it all the way in, Master?" Enki asked. He didn't know just why he had called the dragon master, but it seemed the most appropriate title to use.
"Yes, prisoner, it is," the dragon said. "And now I'm going to start fucking you."
He whimpered softly as the dragon started pulling out, though even he didn't know if it was in anticipation of being filled again or out of fear of being hurt through being fucked. It might very well have been both, for all he could understand, but it didn't matter. What he felt didn't matter; whether he was afraid or eager wouldn't stop the dragon.
The first thrust was powerful, thrusting the entire length inside in the space of less than a second. It was so forceful that it shoved him partway up the bed, making him moan again and forcing a squirt of pre from his cock.
The second was no less powerful, no less pleasurable, and neither was the third or fourth. With each thrust, the dragon took less and less time before making another. Before long, he was slamming in with both great force and great speed, and Enki loved each one.
Before long he was thrusting back, shoving his rump against the thrusts. He angled himself differently so that the dragon's thrusts hit his pleasure button more often, and whenever it hit him just right, Enki groaned and arched his back. His cock throbbed beneath him, and his ass squeezed down out of instinct. It was so tight on the dragon, made the cock feel so big that it almost hurt, but even the pain was feeling good now. More than anything, he wanted this to last forever. The fox wanted to be filled, be fucked, be taken as often as possible, as often as his master would do this to him. He'd do anything for this.
"No cumming now," the dragon warned him from behind, and Enki tried to obey. Even with it being his master's command, though, the fox had a hard time holding back the flood. His cock throbbed in protest, as did his balls, but those needs were squashed every time that little spot in his ass was pressed on. If the master said for him not to cum, Enki wouldn't cum, at least as long as he kept pressing that little button.
He squeezed down on the cock again, this time of his own free will. He heard the dragon's breath catch, and he did it again, timing it so that he squeezed whenever the dragon was pulling out. It seemed to be the right move, because the dragon's breathing and his thrusting both sped up greatly.
With the dragon speeding up, Enki's orgasm threatened him again, and this time, he couldn't hold it off. He managed maybe two more minutes before his cock exploded with cum, shot after shot hitting his belly and his bed. He could smell it, could feel the hot good, and he knew that he would be punished for breaking his master's orders later.
No sooner had he finished his climax though than the dragon started his. His eyes went wide as he felt the dragon's seed splattering around his insides, hitting every little spot and painting it with the white goo. His little button inside was particularly heavily hit, and he felt almost like he was going to get another orgasm of his own. He panted, right on the edge, but didn't quite go over a second time.
The dragon pulled out after a moment, and Enki felt the last few shots of cum land on his rump. He wondered if it was the soldier's way of marking him, or if the dragon just liked to shoot his cum on another's body instead of inside it. Either way, it was sexy.
Silence fell in the hut for a moment. Enki wasn't sure if he had overstepped his bounds by cumming or by using his hole in a way that the dragon hadn't specified, and as the dragon remained silent for second after second, he grew more and more worried that he had displeased his captor.
Eventually, the dragon grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and pulled him off of the bed. Enki didn't look up, but he felt his arms being pulled behind his back and tied by the wrists. Before long, so were his ankles, leaving him bound tight. Only then did he look up at the soldier.
His master was looking back at him with a small smile. "That wasn't bad, but you're not allowed to cum without orders. I told you that. As punishment, you need to spend the night tied up like that, rather than letting me trust you to not run away. Now, I'm going to get into your bed, strip off your covers, and go to sleep. I need a lot of rest to head back home tomorrow, and since you're coming with me, you better sleep too. I'm not going to carry you the whole way there."
Enki watched as the dragon did just that, and slowly made his way to the foot of the bed. He felt the dragon's eyes on him as he curled up in a sort of circle at the foot of the bed and closed his eyes. If he couldn't be on the bed, at least he could be symbolically where a prisoner...or a slave...might be. He slowly closed his eyes, only whispering, "Goodnight, Master," before slipping off into a deep sleep.
He thought he might have heard a goodnight in return. But then again, that might have been his imagination.