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The hustling of the fair was filled with vendors and creatures of all shapes, sizes and colors. The market was lined with a large amount of stalls that were shaded over with multihued fabrics in all shapes and patterns. It was such a clash of colors that it made some people dizzy when they passed through the narrow alleys to see what each person was displaying as their wares. Most of the county had come out for the last fair of the season. It was a chance for those with live stock to bring them about to sell before the harvest ended and those who had just harvested early crops to sell them before concentrating on getting their own food for the winter. There were artisans and entertainers were gathered in one section, while the live stock in another. It made the fair spread out until it took up nearly two fields of pasture.

Ember loved the fair when it came to town. It was always so bustling and full of intriguing new merchants and products from far and wide. It was a clash of all sorts of cultures and one could spend an entire day wandering about making purchases and still not seeing all there was to see. That was exactly why he had started to come here in the first place. He never left it without enough purchases to make his bank account whimper, but it was glorious to spend that money on something new and interesting. Earlier in the day he had picked up a statue of a rearing horse that had been done in some sort of stone that smelled of something spicy and enjoyable. When he'd put it in his home he'd found it already spreading the incense like smell.

He had, of course, picked up several dozen other items while he was at it. There were normal things such as food, supplies to fill the house with and clothing. Those were the easiest to find for him. The wolf hadn't spent much time on them, but he had met a few people that were worth stopping and talking too. One of them had been a particularly lovely lass with fur as white as snow and vivid yellow-orange eyes. The wolf had been from the north, at least that was what she had said. Ember was a solid silvery grey and his white under belly was more traditional coloring of a wolf from the low lands. His eyes were clear topaz, but not so bright as that exotic female's. He'd spent far more time at that booth then he'd had to and only regretfully left.

He had left the artisan booths for the end of the day so he could circle back to take one last look. He often had a magpie eye when it came to all things jeweled and lovely. He took his time to walk along the stalls and exchange words with those that stopped to talk with him or others who went about their business. Most species were represented here in one way or another. Their town boasted a large enough population that the only creatures rarely seen were the dragons and gryphons who reportedly spent most of their time in several of the larger cities embroiled in politics. He'd seen them from afar before and preferred to keep it that way. Any creature that lived that long was too crafty by half and he wanted little to do with them.

He slipped alongside a crowd that had gathered around one of the booths towards the end of the line of merchants. A bright eyed raven was fluffed up with pleasure as people peered and commented on what he was selling. His wares were laid out beneath a thin sheet of glass meant to protect them from being snatched by any thieves that might find their way to the head of the crowd. The wolf padded up and peered over the edge of the group with interest as he saw the sun catching and reflecting off of bright faceted gems. His ears twitched a little bit at the pale blues, yellows and dark reds of the cut stones. Each one had been set into carefully worked silver in shapes that ranged from eclectic designs to the shapes of animals. They were simply beautiful.

"Woudlja like ta see more?" The raven croaked at a person next to him and flicked off some material from gems that were piled up and had yet to be worked. "These 'ere will be cheap 'fore no works been done. Take 'em to a good jewel smith an' not pay the high price fer my art, less quality, but the stones good."

Ember didn't pay attention to the conversation going on about the unworked stone, his eyes were centered on the various pieces that had been done up to look like a trail of fall leaves to form a bracelet, necklace and ring. They were lovely and his tail started to wag slowly behind him as he moved on and pressed with the crowd to see what else could be offered. There were some charms that were obviously cheaply made for those who couldn't afford something better. There were some that were made for upper class or those who had money to burn. There were even some that he could have afforded, but none quite caught his eye as he moved through the crowd and pushed closer to the animated raven. He didn't even realize that he was being watched until silence had started to form around him and the crowd began to thin and pull away.

"Ah m'lord, m'lord! Had I known.." The raven croaked as the wolf twisted his head around and tried to see what was going on.

He found himself nose to chest with a striking figure that was eying the raven with amusement. The large wedge shaped head was crowned with a Mohawk of spikes that went from darkest black to palest white. Ember saw serrated teeth beneath the glistening silver scales of the muzzle as the dragon turned his head and looked down at the wolf. The eyes flared with colors that spun around the dark black pupils and made his mouth suddenly feel dry. He only briefly became aware of the tuft of fur along the chin and the large horns that rose up above each eye as the drake dismissed him and looked back at the wares. A dragon. A dragon flanked by a pair of stallions bedecked in smartly trimmed uniforms and their eyes remaining fixed ahead and impassive. A noble.

"You would have tripled your prices." The baritone voice was dry as the drake glanced down and suddenly turned to look at the wolf. "What do you think of Mercurial's wares, wolf?"

"Ah, v-very nice, sir. T-the best I've ever seen." Ember tripped over his own tongue before swallowing. "This is only a humble fair, m'lord."

"Yes, it is." The drake turned his head back to the display and gestured with one clawed tip hand towards the items displayed. "Have you seen what is behind the counter. Mercurial used to specialize in offering the dragons certain bits of jewelry, didn't you?"

"Yes m'lord." The raven croaked and looked uneasy, but stepped forward to a small silk wrapped box. "It has been a long time since you have asked for one."

"Come here, wolf, look at the real talent of a raven. They have a keen eye when it comes for certain gems and work them well." The drake rumbled a command and Ember swallowed but slipped up beside the lord. He tried not to look at the guards or the fact they had flint lock pistols holstered on their belts.

His nervousness faded when the drake pointed at the box that was opened for them. The box was lined with some dark black fur so that the gems looked even more appealing and bright in comparison. The pieces were all alike in the fact that they formed chokers of black leather rimmed in glistening silver. At the heart of each choker was a gem carved carefully in the form of a diamond, though the stone itself looked as if it were opal. It was a master work if he'd ever seen one, especially with the silver thread that looked as if it were made from real metal. He reached a paw out and gingerly let one paw tip touch an opal and realized that each choker was lined with small chips of red, emerald or sapphire. They were breath taking.

"-in an age, an' I didn't know ye were comin' or I'd've gotten out the best o' the best." Ember jerked his head up and realized that he had been day dreaming as he stared at the chokers.

"Do you approve, then wolf?" The dragon turned his head to watch the wolf carefully. The bands of the iris spread and contracted so ripples of opal like colors chased through them. "I would like to know what you think of them."

"They are fantastic, my lord. The best I've ever seen, the best anyone could have ever imagined.." Ember trailed off and gave his head a shake. "I would love to buy one, but even I can see the price would be too dear for me to afford. Those are meant for royalty."

The raven let out a muted squawk behind him, but didn't say anything as the drake lowered his head to be more on the wolf's level. "And would you buy this for your wife? Your lady?" He rumbled.

"No, sir. I have no one to buy it for." The wolf shifted and felt flustered. "I would love to wear it myself, such a piece of art should be displayed not hidden away in a box."

"So you desire it for yourself?" The drake's voice lilted and the eyes shifted colors again at dizzying speeds. "You would wear this in public proudly? Of your own free will?"

"Y-yes?" Ember felt as if the words meant more to the dragon than they did for him.

Before he could react the drake hooked one of the chokers up on a claw. The sapphire ringed opal glittered in the light and he could see the fanciful markings set into the silver as the lord stepped forward. The edges of the scaled lips were pulled up in a smile as Ember was crowded back against the table and glanced to either side with a shock of fear and confusion. He had no idea what the dragon wanted, but the sudden approach made him more aware of the fact he was trapped. He opened his mouth to ask what was going on, but the scaled hands were at work. Leather caressed his neck and cool metal slipped along the fur to press against the skin beneath. He felt feathers behind him before the choker was drawn taut around his neck.

"They say you can find all that you desire here and I find it true." The dragon's voice seemed to vibrate the very air as something clamped against the choker on his neck. "Welcome to my service, wolf. You have accepted my collar of your own free will. Jaspar, bring him along." The dark stallion gave a bob of his head and Ember found his upper arm gripped firmly in the horse's hold. "Metrie, pay Mercurial for the collar and marking. We must make good time."

Ember stared with his eyes bulging and moved a hand up to try and pull the choker off. His fingers slipped behind his neck to blindly seek the buckle, but.. there wasn't one. His fingers found leather clamped together and stamped. He couldn't feel what the stamp was or what it meant, but there was no way to peel it off. The stallion who gripped his other arm gave a tug that stumbled him forward. He made a protesting noise as he was led away.

"It reads, Sithen boy. You are Lord Sithen Tu'rrak's property now." The guard whispered to him as he was pulled towards a waiting carriage. Property? He was someone's property? What had just happened?!

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Ember had tried to plead, tried to explain, tried to do everything except assault one of the men who had been firm and forceful about placing him in the carriage. He had tried to ask the dragon, Sithen, to let him go, but the drake seemed more concerned with exchanging topics about the current council session then in answering him. Dragons had spent most of history ruling through a council that was seated at the very highest levels in every country. Their firm hands were what made the government a success and nearly every one of them had a title of some sort at the very least. He had only seen them from afar, but the way Sithen handled him seemed to indicate that the dragon fully believed he was within his rights and that no one would try and stop him.

That had only been reinforced by the way he'd been practically dumped out of the carriage and onto the pavement of a house that looked more like a castle then any house ought to of. He'd barely had enough time to scramble onto his paws and Jaspar had gripped his arm and marched him into a side part of the house all without saying a word. They seemed to take his obedience as a matter of course and even when he tried to point out that he had did not belong here, the horse had ignored him. Instead he was shoved into a room that looked almost completely empty. There weren't even windows. The entire place was lit by something that glowed above him and sent flickers of light to every corner of the room. There was precious little furniture, just a heavy chair that looked as if it were designed for a large heavy bodied dragon rather than a wolf.

"You will strip and wait here." Jaspar, the guard, released his arm and gave him a look. "Do not try to escape, do not attempt to open the door."

"I am not stripping!" Ember flattened his ears and glared up at the horse in outrage. How dare that demand be made of him?

"Strip or don't strip, but I would recommend doing so. Lord Sithen does not appreciate commands being ignored." The stallion flicked his braided tail as if he didn't care what the wolf did or not.

Ember watched him leave and moved a paw up to rub against the choker, collar, that wrapped around his throat. The stallion didn't try to peel his clothes off him, but he had made it clear that if he tried to leave there would be consequences. Of all the stories that he'd heard over the years he had never heard of one of the great lords taking someone as a slave. He'd never heard of anyone that had been kidnapped. Why was he being taken? Because of the collar. He rubbed the collar again and swallowed, his throat bobbing slightly as he flattened his ears back against his head and looked at his clothing. Which would get him the answers he wanted? Obedience or flaunting the lord's will?

His paws moved down to unbutton his shirt and cursed to himself. At least he would be able to find some sort of answer from all of this.

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Sithen drew in a slow draw from the pipe and tasted the thickly flavored smoke curling along his tongue, flavored like a summer day. His eyes lidded as he listened to the cases that had been laid out for him to review, but his mind wasn't on them at the moment. His mind was on the prize he'd taken from the back water village he'd stopped in. Who would have thought he'd find such a lovely specimen wandering the market and would practically walk into his grasp? He'd nearly thrummed with pleasure when he watched the lad allow the collar placed around his neck and not even protested when it was sealed. It was considered a mark of great favor to become the favored of a dragon after all.

He hated this place. It was small and there weren't nearly enough people about for entertainment. He was forced to concern himself with the boring trivialities of government. He and all his kind had grown tame and boring from years of tending to politics and parties, it made him restless. His harem was a lovely group of dragonesses from various allies and enemies, but they didn't have the spark that entertained him. They didn't have the fire that he looked for. Yet, being away from them bored him even more. He was left only with duty. Until today. Today he had found something that might stir his appetites in the form of a common wolf. Common, but interesting. Interesting in ways that he hadn't seen in far too long.

"Lord Sithen?" He lifted his eyes at the owl perched across from him and snorted out a hot rush of smoke.

"Later we will review the property boundaries." He stretched and placed his pipe beside him. "There will be time in the evening. For now, I wish to tend to my earlier purchases."

"As m'lord wishes." The owl ducked his head, but didn't argue as he rolled up the scroll. "I will leave these on your desk to review as you see fit."

The dragon nodded his head and forced his crest of spine to remain flat rather than bristling with anticipation. He left the owl with his tail flicking behind him so that the spiked brush snapped against the ground back and forth. He would take his time with the wolf. He had months stuck in this place and it would be months for him to properly bring the lad to heel. Months of teaching the bright eyed lupine how to behave, how to act, how to pleasure him. Months of nothing but enjoyment and desire both combined when he wasn't working on the petty political arguments and tending to matters of state. The thought of it made him rumble deep in his throat with pleasure as he started to loosen his clothing on the way to the harem room.

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"You are indeed lovely and you were correct. The collar looks entirely fitting on your throat."

Ember stared at the nude dragon and tried not to gape at him. He was kneeling on the ground and tried to keep his tail between his legs to hide his heavy sheath and balls from view. The dragon towered nearly twelve feet tall and seemed impossibly large and imposing. The drake had entered and ordered him to kneel, it had seemed impossibly stupid to stay standing when it was obvious he was out manned. Nude, the dragon was heavy and large with an impressive series of scales that ran along his chest and stomach. The plates rippled slightly and were only deviated by a thinner set right at the loins. The bulge rested right along the lower portion of his belly.

The dragon was framed by a set of wings that were partially unfurled and so large that they seemed to make him all the larger as he padded in a circle. His legs built to hold his weight and the muscles rippled beneath the layered scales. The talons clicked against the ground almost like a silent threat as the wolf felt more nude then he had a moment ago. The multi-hued eyes were rolling over him appraisingly with something like pleasure. It was obvious that he was being looked over like something that the drake had bought at the market and it made his ears flush with shame. He lowered his eyes slightly and tried to rally himself. He had no idea why he was here, but he wasn't going to be stuck here for long. The dragon couldn't possibly hold him here.

"Why do you want from me?" Ember got the words out as the drake walked forward on broad clawed foot paws. "Why did you kidnap me?"

"Kidnap you?" Sithen hissed the words out and a large paw moved down to grasp at the scruff of his neck. "You allowed me to place the harem collar on your throat. You are mine, wolf. In every way, by law, I own you as a part of my harem until such time that I set you free."

"H-Harem.." The grey wolf swallowed and flattened his ears back as he was hauled up by the scruff of his neck, "I'm not a girl!"

"No, you're not, are you?" The drake lowered his head and tilted his head to one side so that the every changing eye faced him. "But you are a part of my harem now, wolf. So you are going to serve in it. A harem does not need to be all female, not when ones tastes extend to.. other things."

Ember tightened his tail between his legs as his foot paws brushed against the ground just barely, most of his weight taken by his scruff. "But.. I..."

"It is the law, wolf. I am in charge of the law, it is my duty and job. You may fight if you wish, or you can do your best to serve me and coax me to let you free." The drake's voice was a hissing rumble that showed a flash of his tongue. "I will assure you that the more you fight, the more I will enjoy having you here."

The wolf drew in a sharp breath and then whimpered it out softly. He stiffened in outrage at what was being proposed. It wasn't just kidnapping, but the calm assumption that he was now some sort of sex slave to the dragon. He twisted and kicked out with his foot paws against the scaled hip to try and push away. The grip on his scruff clamped down and pulled him in closer despite his struggles and he could taste the sharp hot scent of dragon on the air. It flooded his nose while he was forced right up against the drake's chest and stomach. The scales pinched against his chest and his tail while he put a hand paw out to shove against the chest.

"I'm not y-your sex slave." Ember snarled the words and moved his hands up to wrap right around the wrist and squeezed down. "I'm not for sale!"

"You don't understand what a dragon's harem is do you?" The fingers kneaded against his nape as he was forced in closer and became aware that the lower body was pressed oh so intimately against his own. "You don't understand what I'm offering."

"I understand enough!" The wolf snapped out and felt the scaled fingers freeing his neck and slipping downwards along the curve of his shoulders.

"You understand little, but I will teach you. And with each lesson you will grow closer to your freedom. Real freedom." The voice rumbled so deeply that that the wolf felt a thrill run through him despite himself. "Understood?"

The claws stroked down his back in a gentle caress. "Why can't you free me now? You can have your collar back, you can take it and give it to someone else."

"I will agree to free you, if you still wished to be free after this one time, my wolf." The multi-hued eyes shifted. "You will not fight this, do you understand?"

"Y-you'll free me afterwards then?" He lilted his voice hopefully and the great heavy muzzle nodded in affirmation. "I won't fight it."

The fingers slipped down and the claws bit against the curve of his rump cheeks as the drake stepped forward. Ember scrambled a bit, but the grip on his body was too secure as he was backed up. He became aware of something heavy pushing up against his stomach that had nothing to do with scales. Something wet and slippery slid along the curve of his belly and trailed up higher. The hot taste of musk tickled his nose while he splayed his ears back and swallowed roughly. He scrambled back enough to look down to see an inky black shaft standing out along the underside of the pale scaled stomach and gaped at it.

It was large, far larger than anything he had ever anticipated seeing. A set or ridges ran along the underside of the shaft while three knots rose from the base, to the middle and to the tip. The glans was scoop shaped and oozed thick syrupy precum over the edge as it stiffened. The knot looked like his own if he had been fully swollen, and it wasn't even erect yet. His mouth felt dry as he gaped at it and a tremor rolled down his spine. He forced his eyes up as he watched another thick drop of precum ooze out of the tip. Sithen's lips curved up in a slow sinful smile as one of his paws cupped just beneath the curve of the underside of the wolf's chin.

The claws gently caressed his cheek and pulled him downwards. He felt caught up in some strange sort of daze as his muzzle was dropped down to the pulsing shaft. The musk smelled sweet on the tongue, like some sweet candy. He didn't know what he was thinking, or even if he was thinking as he was guided to the cock, but his tongue flicked out. He coiled the red length right over the tip and scooped up the slippery precum on his tongue to taste a mingling of salty and sweet before he swallowed. He felt a moment of panicked embarrassment, but the shaft wavered just beneath his muzzle and he flattened his ears before licking out again to the approving thrum that came from above him. The paw moved to rest just against the back of his neck.

Ember licked out in slow smooth strokes of his tongue around the tip to gather up the precum. The hot drops of it seemed to cling to his tongue and the roof of his mouth as he tried to spread his jaws open enough to wrap around the tip. He moved his paws up to wrap around the base knot and found the girth slippery from where it was pushed out of the vent. He wrapped his fingers about it and pulled the cock down as he wrapped his lips just around the tapered tip and started to edge it inwards. Strands of precum clung against his lips as he worked his throat and the scaled hips suddenly rolled forward. His jaws stretched open wider as the tip knot started to slip into his jaws and a hot thick rush of precum flowed down his throat.

It tasted far sweeter then it had before, it burned going down his throat as he swallowed and sparks like electricity danced over his skin. It made his fur feel confining and hot while he tried to pant around the thick flesh pushed into his muzzle. He slid his tongue slowly right around the tip and felt it drooling more of the pre outwards and only tried to coax more out. The addictive taste urging him on while he felt the drake roll his hips forward again. The precum seemed to burn in his stomach and make his skin crawl as he muffled a hit pitched whimper. His breath coming out faster as he forced another thick inch of the drake's shaft into his maw. His protests, fears and outrage being shoved aside under a fire that flared through his body.

He realized that he was slipping out of his sheath. His dark red shaft hard and glistening as it rested against his belly and wetted down his fur. His tail had fallen away under the drug lick effects of the sweet precum coating his tongue. The scent of it, the feel of electricity crackling through him made him relax and give into the heady sensations. The euphoria refused to let him panic as he suckled and pulled hotly around the tip of the cock. His body adjusting to the size as his jaws stretched opened wider around it. His body changing as the flush of magic that was a part of all dragons rushed through him with each swallow. He sealed his fate.

"Now you will be mine, wolf." Sithen's hiss echoed in his mind