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Allyan studied the circle that he had drawn out against the carpet. At least, that's what the dragon tried to appear to do. Most of his attention was truly focused on the pale form of the wolf leaning over the edge of summoning circle with his head hanging down and a distinctly queasy look on his face. The nude form was a treat to look at when placed against the vibrant red of the carpet. The fact that the muzzle was hanging down and spread with a gleam of semen still clinging to the lips made his tail curl with amusement. He had been relatively sure that Lyon would go through with his task, but there was always the question if he would show a spark of will and back away. The fact that he had not only done it, but had carried it in his muzzle all the way to the dragon's office was promising.

"I'm surprised you did so well." He rumbled and padded around the edge of the circle. His apprentice rolled his eye up with a pained look as he brought up a white paw to rub over his muzzle with obvious distaste. "You collected more than enough for our summoning."

"What are we summoning, sir?" Lyon's voice was respectful, but there was a hard edge to it.

"We? No, my dear boy, you. I prefer that my apprentices learn to work magic with a hands on approach rather than simply watch and copy what I do."

"I-I've never summoned anything. . ." The wolf pushed himself up onto his paws with a slight wince. "I wouldn't even know how to go about it."

The dragon tilted his head to one side and looked over the lean young form as if inspecting the measure of his newest apprentice. In truth, he found it rather easy to linger over the strong chest and the spread of the hips. The boy had potential to become something lovely. He was already growing into the long legs and the spread of the shoulders. It was more amusing that he still showed an edge of arousal from the task that he had been set to. The boy had been carefully cultivated over the last few weeks to become more sensitive and was given no chance to relieve any need that he had developed. Each time that the young wolf started to get aroused he was brought to fever pitch before being left alone. The effect was quite interesting when the boy stood looking at him with annoyance and embarrassment, but with his sheath pulled downwards enough to show a few inches of dark red cock. The tapered tip gleamed in the light to show a hint of wetness that still clung there.

After a few moments of eying the heavy sheath Allyan flicked his eyes up and met the sullen embarrassed stare. "Its quite simple I assure you. I'll teach you the steps that you need to go through and you'll summon our elemental and control it."

The wolf swallowed and the curved ears flipped back to lie flat against his head. "Control it? Where are the control sigils?"

The gold drake allowed his smile to deepen. The lad wasn't as ignorant as he pretended to be. That wasn't surprising, the Academy didn't accept students who were unable to work or understand magic, but as Lyon was the lowest of his class he had been expecting a slightly slower brand of student. "You won't need them. The mark of a wizard is the ability to control any elemental and that means learning to do so without relying on sigils and constraints."

"That's fine if I knew what I was doing!" Allyan gave him a sharp look and the wolf gulped. "Master, I've never summoned anything. How can I control something I'm not prepared for?"

"I find that fear makes an apprentice be far more careful then they would be if they were protected by a handful of runes." He gestured shortly to the circle. "I will observe as you start preparing the ritual. That parchment will give you the information you need to begin."

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Lyon stared at the parchment and the arcane language that described the ritual he was supposed to perform. What was wrong with Master Allyan? No wizard would let an apprentice just go ahead and try to summon something from the spiritual realm? But, what wizard would make his apprentice go down to the stables to 'gather' ingredients like he'd been made to? The wolf fidgeted nervously as looked over the ancient scrawled writing and the ingredients that had been set out in preparation. He didn't know what other wizards did with their apprentices, he wasn't even sure what the other apprentices did. It wasn't something you talked about to anyone, especially not people who weren't Master rank or higher. He just had to hold it on good faith that Allyan knew what he was doing. It wasn't like he wasn't learning anything. He was actually learning far more than he'd ever dreamed he would here at the Academy.

He crouched down in the circle and started to slowly add the various herbs into the shallow basin that he'd emptied his muzzle into. The silvery wetness made him squirm in embarrassment in memory of how he'd had to gather it. He could still taste it on his tongue. Allyan hadn't allowed him to get so much as a drink of water to clear the taste away. He'd had to stumble into the office and immediately peel off his clothing the moment his foot paw had touched the carpet. Only after he was completely nude had he been allowed to empty his mouth. With a shuddering breath he started to grab pawfuls of the cobalt to sprinkle into the basin before moving to the next one. The instructions didn't seem terribly hard. The mixture should be created and mixed until it was smooth, then it would be applied to the circle and spread into a set series of runes into the middle of the containment circle. He spilled powdered shells over the top before moving to pluck up a small silver spoon to start mixing.

"Nothing man made, Lyon, your paw will do admirably." Allyan's drawling voice made him wince and glance up. "Well? Hurry along!"

Lyon didn't protest, he knew better then to protest when the dragon gave him an order. With a sigh he pushed his paw into the mingled ingredients and started to use his fingers to work them back and forth. He pushed and swirled it around the gleaming shell that was used as a bowl to mix it as thoroughly as he could. He tried to not think about what he was swirling his paw in. Instead he focused on the words of the parchment to memorize where he was supposed to mark and what runes he was supposed to draw out once it was entirely mixed together. The ingredients were a strange mix of cobalt, powdered hawk shells, rosemary, clipped phoenix feathers and the horse seed. It didn't seem to have much rhyme and reason as far as the wolf was concerned, but it was likely something that his Master deemed important for him to learn. At least it didn't involve anything like small live animals being tossed into heated cauldrons!

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Allyan paced around the edge of the circle as he watched the wolf move to each point that had been drawn to extend out from the certain directions. He didn't offer any suggestions on how they should be marked, but the wolf seemed to figure it out on his own. It wasn't a commonly used summoning spell, but it was one that he looked forward to seeing coming to fruition. It would be both reward and challenge for Lyon with the added benefit of giving him some more leverage over the youngster. He would need all the leverage that he could get if he wanted to maintain control over the coming weeks and the plans he had.

"Don't forget the runes." He murmured as the wolf's damp blue dyed paw moved back from the last outline. "You'll want to copy them exactly from what I have on the parchment. Any deviation could make you summon something you hadn't anticipated."

The youngster stopped and glanced up at him with a nervous look on his face. "Would you like to check them as I go, Master?"

"I'm sure you'll be able to copy them." The dragon gave his hand a slight flick in response before moving to sit on the edge of his desk.

The wolf opened his muzzle and Allyan narrowed his eyes a little bit making whatever protest or question the boy had to die before it came out. His plan rested on the fact that Lyon would believe he had made a mistake rather than the dragon would set up such a summoning. The Wind Steed was an elemental that went by a hundred different names, but all of them held the very same warning. It was forbidden to summon the creature because it wouldn't tolerate being contained or do favors for those that called it forth. Instead the whimsical creature would seduce and beguile the summoner into giving it whatever it desired. Most of the stories, and his own experiences, dealt with the Steed demanding that it take its pleasure from those that summoned it. It was one of the few highly sexual elementals in the world, the rest were more asexual and would give knowledge in exchange for trinkets or a bit of energy. Not the Wind Steed.

That was why the Academy strictly forbade using this summoning spell. The students were warned that they would be cast out entirely from the institution if they were found entertaining these spells. The Wind Steed had proven quite prolific and virile with female wizards in the past, but that virility wasn't a concern for a male. What it would do is give Allyan utter control over Lyon as well as giving him a show that he'd never forget. Lyon was just the sort of summoner the Wind Steed would enjoy best. The wolf was submissive, eager to please and had the most adorable way of squirming and blushing when put in embarrassing situations. If the lad pleased him enough, he might just let him climax after all. A bit of a reward after so much hard work. But only if the show was an especially good one.

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Lyon concentrated on the markings that he placed down with one dripping blue paw against the carpet. He outlined the curved sinuous S of one rune before moving to the next. He didn't pay attention to what the runes were meant to convey, instead he tried to concentrate just on the shapes so that they matched what was jotted down on the parchment. At the end of each drawing he glanced up to see if Allyan would give him a look hinting at approval or that something was wrong. The golden scaled face didn't hint at what he was feeling and Lyon was left just hoping that he got it down right. He didn't know what would happen if they were wrong, but he had some guesses. None of those guesses were comforting at all. All of his muscles were tense with nervousness as he completed the final rune and looked down at his work.

He crouched down in the middle of the mess and glanced down at the last command with a slight wince. This was all part of being a wizard. It wasn't like he'd be able to pick and choose what he wanted to do if he were the noble's wizard and they wanted him to find something out or summon something. He moved his slippery coated paw to spread out right over his chest. He marked right above his heart and then dipped his paw into the mixture again before purposely spreading it over the rise of his sheath. The mixture dyed his pale fur with the mess before he was able to drop his paw down and try to wipe the last of it off. The cobalt that had mixed into it coated his fur so completely that no matter how much he rubbed the blue remained like a stain. He just hoped he could bleach it off of him later on that evening.

With a final glance at the golden dragon watching him he crouched down and started to spread his senses outwards. A summoning wasn't really that detailed when it came to the actual summoning portion. Everyone was supposed to do it differently, the important part was in the ingredients and the pattern of the runes that would call to a certain elemental. The spell portion was really just extending magical energies out to feed into the runes to make them stand out in the ethereal world so that the elemental would be drawn to them. Some people had written spells, some people had little songs they repeated, but Allyan had just made a notation on the parchment that he should expend the energies to the runes. He simply concentrated and let the runes show up in his imagination and fed his energies into them. The blue color of the mixture he had used to outline them took on the electric flare of light as he envisioned spreading his energies through them

Lyon felt the slow drain as the magical energies slipped into the runes and they latched onto him. They burned bright in his mind's eye as one at a time they pulled more of his energy leaving him feeling light headed. He could almost imagine the heat that the pale blue runes were giving off as he touched each one and then spread out to the outer edges of the circle. He didn't hear Allyan and nearly forgot his Master was watching as he felt the first thrill of the magic singing through him as he joined the circle together. The moment his energies spread to the outer ring and connected he felt a moment that made him irrepressibly think of the sweet pure sound of a note being struck on a violin. It thrilled through him and made his chest swell as he spread his paws out to either side in the circle.

Wind rushed through the sealed room and suddenly swirled around his body. It blew through his fur and rushed over the edge of his muzzle in a cold wash that made him feel as if he was standing in the midst of a snow storm. His fur puffed up immediately in reaction and he stumbled back as another rush of wind hit him solidly in the chest. As his rump dropped to the ground he snapped his eyes open to find himself staring into a pair of bright blue orbs that were just a few inches away from him. The long muzzle was pale white while the muzzle showed wisps of paler blue and darker navy that formed a pattern of swirls. The equine face hovered just over his own and he let out a sharp yelp. Solid! The features were too solid! An elemental was supposed to be insubstantial on the material plane, but the features were entirely solid.

"It's been a long time since I've been summoned here." The voice echoed as Lyon scrambled backwards with a rush of fear. "How nice to know that others still know I exist."

"Master!" Lyon looked to the side to find the gold dragon watching him with his head turned to one side. "Something's wrong!"

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Allyan had forgotten how large and how very physical the Wind Steed appeared when it was summoned. Lyon seemed to be just as shocked at what elemental he had summoned. The white wolf looked back as the large equine form stood up and Allyan let himself look over the magical creature with approval. He, for it was unmistakably male, stood on two large crystal clear hooves and towered over the would be wizard. The white and blue coat gleamed with good health while the rich spill of the mane twisted and writhed as if caught in an imaginary windstorm. The Steed appeared as any two legged horse would, but larger than even the biggest draft horse. The hands were folded over the broad rise of the chest and the whipping tail coiled behind the curve of the haunches. There was a very real reason that people had become addicted to summoning the creature. He looked like a maiden's fantasy.

It took him a moment to recall his own purpose and set his features in an angry frown, "What did you do?! This is not the spell that I gave you!" The dragon snarled out. "What have you summoned?!"

"I don't know! Master, help me!" The white wolf stumbled backwards towards the edge of the glowing ring. He barely got to the edge before an invisible barrier made him stop.

"What you've summoned, you'll have to send back." Allyan growled out. "How could you invite such a creature into my work space?!"

"I am the Wind Steed, dancer of the storms and fleet hoofed summoner of the west winds." The equine didn't rumble or whinny, the voice sounded like a low promising purr.

The wolf's look of panic increased as his back pushed back against the invisible barrier. "Go back! I didn't summon you!"

Allyan leaned forward and watched as the pale horse walked forward. The invisible wind that tugged along the mane and tail tickled through the barriers of the summoning circle in little bursts of wind that tugged at the edges of his cloak. As the horse moved forward he could see the pouch of the pale white sheath and heavy orbs. They were so substantial on a creature that was supposed to be made of the wind and rain. The dragon's tail did a flick and snap against the base of the desk as he leaned forward and let out a little rumble of his own. This was far better than he could have planned for. If he were lucky, he could coax the Steed into staying on for a while to put his newest apprentice through his paces.

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"Why should I leave? I've just arrived!" The creature came closer and closer as Lyon tried to fight past the barrier of the circle. Without any runes designed to make it obey the creature could kill him. This certainly wasn't the sort of spirit that Allyan would have wanted him to summon! What had he done wrong?

"Go away, I'll give you the energy of the circle if you just go back to where you came." Lyon felt his tongue move slowly in his mouth as the hooves stepped closer. They were massive! To say nothing of the muscular upper body and the intelligent eyes.

"That energy isn't to my. . .tastes, little one." The Steed tossed his head back in a high pitched whickering laugh. "But I'll take you have to offer as my price for coming when you summoned me."

"Wh-what?!" Lyon got that one word out before one large hand suddenly wrapped around his wrist and pulled him forward. He stumbled back a step as the large horse completed that final step and their chests brushed against each other. "I didn't mean to summon you!"

"Such lies..." The large horse murmured as the large muzzle lowered down a few inches. The wind whipped around his muzzle and head as he tried to form an answer. "I'll make you pay the price for those as well."

The horse took another step forward and he felt himself suddenly shoved up against the invisible barrier. His back was forced against it, but no matter how hard he tried to push past it, the wall didn't move. The large strange elemental creature pushed forward obscuring the view of the room as two large arms moved up and pinned him in place. The broad muzzle lowered itself until he couldn't see past it and sent out a rush of breath that seemed to increase the wind that swirled around him. He worked his jaws in an attempt to protest further when a hand suddenly moved to grip him on the hip and gave him a yank forward. The broad chest hit against his own briefly as the hands shifted him about. He tried to fight it, but there was little he could do. Not when he had summoned this creature and had no protect spells that would have kept it from harming him.

"Master!" He yelped out the word as his chest pushed up against the invisible barrier and the hands on his hips gave a warning squeeze.

"What you've summoned up, you must put back. No matter what means need to be employed." The golden drake murmured from out of sight and gave Lyon no comfort as a soft muzzle shoved up against the back of his neck.

The hot breath ruffled up his white fur and thick soft lips plucked against him. It was unnervingly like the stallion from the school stables and he tried to wriggle forward to avoid it. The hands on his hips pulled him back with a firm jerk that made him almost stumble. The moment he was tucked back a few steps the weight of the chest pushed against his back and the hips shifted upwards. As they came in closer he felt something heavy and soft rubbing along the softness of his rump cheeks and lower back. The weight of it spilled out as the pouch of the sheath rubbed back and forth. It made him think forcefully of what he had been doing in the stables and he squirmed. The stallion down there had been massive, this elemental couldn't mean to try and force him to accept something that large! He'd never even had something SMALL in there!

"Please, don't!" He tried to stammer and the words ended in a squeak as a broad hand moved down so that the palm rubbed right over his overly sensitive sheath. It tugged downwards so that the opening started to spread apart just enough to reveal his tip. As he felt the smooth furred hand brush over the tapered tip his hips gave an immediate buck forward.

The stallion didn't answer his plea except with a deft touch that made Lyon forcefully realize how long it'd been since he'd had any real sensation there. The stroke teased over the tip that pushed out eagerly while his hips arched backwards. His ears flushed a deep red at his own embarrassing arousal. Weeks ago he wouldn't have behaved like this, he would have said no or fought, but when the hand wrapped around the tip and he felt the weight shifting against his haunches he gave a shorter buck forward. He could feel the cock filling out against his rump cheeks and the blunt glans sliding upwards to rub along the length of his spine. He knew he should worry as he felt the girth straining open wider and wider to a thickness that wasn't as large as the feral horse, but large enough! The fingers pumped lightly as the dark red boned shaft hardened from tip to base and pulsed right against the hand and drooled out water precum. Each touch of the fingers made him almost overly sensitive until he started to whimper softly.

"Oh my, a feast for me." The stallion's voice rumbled in his ears as the fingers wrapped right around his base. The heavy girth started to pull backwards leaving a trail of sticky warmth as the elemental's cock dropped down right against his rump cheeks.

"Well, well, Lyon, I think you've earned a small release. A fitting one." The voice of his master made him tense up.

The wolf didn't manage to ask what Allyan meant, it didn't matter. What did matter was the heavy swollen tip that dropped down and suddenly pushed between his rump cheeks. The thick syrupy precum drooled out to trail down between the cheeks while he writhed and felt the tip shove upwards right against his silken virgin pucker. His breath came out in a ragged gasp as the full hint of the girth came to him. No matter how big it really was, with it shoved up against his tender opening he felt a wave of pure panic. There was no way the creature could possibly mean to put that inside of him! He tried to clench his ass cheeks together to stop it, but the hold on his cock distracted him. The fingers massaged right around his tip and a thick thumb rubbed beneath his tapered glans making him arch his back upwards and thrust forwards sharply. His thickened base started to swell open and threatened to form his knot just as the body lurched against him.

Lyon's eyes bulged as he felt the thick cock tip push his pucker inwards and then slowly start to peel it open. The thick dollops of precum spilled out and forced its way inwards as the equine cock started to drive itself deeper into his tender passage. The walls started to stretch open while he tried vainly to clench around it to force it outwards. It was painfully slow as the tip started to penetrate in slowly. His legs were forced open wider and wider to try and deal with the girth as blunt teeth gripped against the back of his neck and gave a tug backwards. The rock forward forced another few inches while he sucked in a sharp breath and let out a yelping cry. It was only made all the worse or better by the feel of fingers slipping along his shaft and squeezing it. It was exquisitely pleasurable and his knot was starting to swell open without the painful constriction of the magical ring that had prevented him from climaxing in the past.

The Wind Steed gave a thrusting push forward until he could feel the cock bowing slightly under the pressure and suddenly driving forward. His body stretching almost too wide as the thickened glans stroked over a place inside of him that sent a shudder of pleasure through him. He tucked his chin down and tugged against the grip on his nape just as the hips pulled back. The precum drooled out in copious amounts that spread the slippery wetness through his body and made it easier for each inch the creature claimed. Each time the tip stroked over the rise inside of him his walls contracted around the cock and felt it sawing in and out. It pulled over sensitive flesh that ached and tried to adjust, and coaxed sensations of pleasure through his overly sensitive body.

The fingers that wrapped around his cock and pulled from the base upwards were soon coated with slippery precum. His tip dribbled it constantly while he was unable to concentrate on anything past his growing need. It had been weeks since he'd managed any sort of release and as the stallion thrust forward he felt his balls being jostled. His orbs almost ached as the far larger elemental's orbs bumped up against his own. Lyon lolled his tongue out as he panted and whimpered before shamelessly bucking his hips forward into the hand holding his hardened shaft. He'd never wanted anything so badly as he did the feel of his knot spreading open wider and wider. The grip of the free hand on his hip moved to wrap around his tail base and pulled him back so that a cry broke past his muzzle. His strained pucker being forced right up against the softness of the sheath before the hips pulled backwards again and drug the medial ring from him with a lewd slurping sound.

Lyon wanted to struggle, protest, or do anything except what he did do. His body tensed up as his base swelled out to its fullest. The Wind Steed's hand moved down to wrap around his knot and squeezed it as the wolf let out a high pitched call. His balls heaved up between his legs tightly before the first hot rush of his seed spilled out to splatter against his stomach. The hot ropes splashed against his white fur while his body clenched and pulsed around the cock that continued to hammer inside of him. The hips clapped down against his own with lewd wet noises as the precum was forced out and driven in again. His balls churned and continued to force out more of his cum as his climax almost felt painful, but he reveled in it. It wasn't until the hips suddenly drove forward that he realized the equine wasn't just giving him pleasure for nothing. His chest was forced up against the invisible barrier as the fingers left his boned shaft and pulled him backwards sharply for a final time.

His already achingly stretched walls were forced wider as the glans spread out wider and wider. He could barely think past the aching fact that his stomach was being forced to stretch slightly in reaction to something so large driven inside of him. It was all he could do to accept it before the balls pushed up against his own so he could feel them pull up and tense. He let out a sharp cry just as the first hot jet of equine seed erupted out of the tip and into his passage. He'd never experienced anything like it in his life as the thick cream bubbled out and pushed deep into his bowels. He tried to writhe, but he was forced up flat against the unseen barrier and forced to accept it. His jaws worked in a wordless series of noises as each pulse ended in another eruption of the stuff. The elemental equine tensed his teeth down into a bruising hold against the back of Lyon's neck as he heard the feral equine scream ring in his ears. He'd never felt so used, so embarrassed and so relieved in his life. He couldn't even enjoy the fact he'd been able to come, he could only feel each pulse that heralded another wave of thick seed inside of him.

"Are you satisfied, Wind Steed?" Allyan's voice came from a distance and Lyon groaned as his ears turned dark red. This had all been witnessed. He'd almost forgotten that little fact.

The jaws on his shoulder were slowly pulled back as the hips rolled back and forth. Lyon stifled a groan as a tremor of pleasure ran through him and he felt something wet and thick drooling out from his abused passage. "I am satisfied. I owe you a boon." The deep voice sounded slow and smug.

"I'm sure we can work out an arrangement for you to use this 'mare' again in the future," Allyan's words were triumphant sounding. Lyon would have worried more if the Steed hadn't drawn his hips back. With a wet slurping noise the softening equine cock pulled out slowly.

The very tip came free with a popping noise and his entire passage suddenly felt horribly empty and sore. He barely had time to register the fact that something thick and warm was starting to drool out of him when something pushed up against his passage. The tapered tip slipped in easily and with a rough push it penetrated him. Only the tip was tapered. It went from slender to broad until it was even thicker then the equine cock had been. The wolf yelped out in shock as his pucker snugged down just behind the thickest portion of the base and the slow drool of cum started to come to a halt. He could feel the slimy warmth in his stomach as his walls clenched and squeezed around the foreign intrusion. He twisted around and expected to see the elemental, but instead found himself staring at his nude Master. The dragon's golden muzzle was twisted in a grin.

"That plug will keep that gift safe." Allyan gestured with his hands. "On your knees, Apprentice, you aren't done quite yet. Now you can thank me for allowing you to have your release."

Lyon rolled his eyes up to his master and felt the plug locked behind his anal ring keeping him uncomfortably stretched open and the cum inside of him. He glanced down and saw the ebony cock erect along his Master's belly and swallowed. With his ears back and tail lowered he dropped down to his knees and leaned his head in to nuzzle against the erect shaft. Denying his Master was the last thing on his mind. It was his duty as an Apprentice after all.