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Yet again, Rigan found himself at the opening of a familiar mountain cave. He sighed, half-wishing he hadn’t become a knight in the first place. It had sounded like a great idea when he was younger, but he’d only heard all the stories about fame and glory, not about the everyday nuisances. For instance, hunting down small, annoying animals rather than the fabled beasts of lore, or skirmishing with petty bandits rather than invading armies.

Even rescuing princesses from dragons was a lot less exciting than he hoped.

Walking into the cave, he watched and listened for any sign of danger. Every time he came in here, it was a little bit different, the layout changed slightly, the traps completely redone. He would know that by now, considering that he’d been here about seven or eight times already...he couldn’t remember how many times as this point, heck, he wasn’t sure the dragon even remembered. And every single time, it was for the same reason: vanquishing the dragon who called himself Keth and bringing Princess Aldria back home to the castle.

There was no good reason for Keth to be taking her. He didn’t ask for ransoms, and he never actually harmed her in any way, and though he’d heard more than a few ugly rumors about what dragons did with kidnapped maidens, Aldria stated in no uncertain terms that he’d never even hinted at anything like that. At this point, Rigan was convinced that he was doing it purely for fun. It wasn’t his idea of fun, but dragons were strange that way. He probably thought it was harmless, not caring about the stress he put everyone through...especially Rigan, who had to go through his gauntlet every time.

This time Keth seemed to be going simple, with an emphasis on rock traps. Half a dozen times in the first five minutes he was diving out of the way of a large stone trying to drop on his head. One time he was even lucky that he didn’t dodge, because it fell where he was planning to go to. that was the other frustrating part, Keth was devious as fuck, you never knew what you were going to get with him. Even something as simple as rocks dropping on your head couldn’t just be simple and straightforward.

Then the rock traps stopped, and instead he was faced with...spiderwebs. No spiders involved, and at first glance it seemed like nothing more than an annoyance. Rigan knew better than to trust that feeling, and cautiously swept away the webs with his sword, trying to get as little of them on him as possible. It would be a tactic that he would not regret, as after the throngs of webbing came a soft wall of flame, one that crossed the entire height and width of the cave. Rigan knew that if he’d just plowed through the webs, they’d have clung to him and burned vigorously in the flames...he suspected they’d probably even been treated with something to make them burn more harshly, ensure that any fool who didn’t try to avoid them paid the penalty. As it was, he could step right through without worry, the dragon magic warded by the armor and charms he wore. Had they been more powerful, the flames might still have done something to him, but he’d faced worse.

The caves got a bit darker as he continued down them, but there was still light enough to see where he was going. Strangely, there seemed to be nothing down here, at least nothing he could spy...he remained cautious and wary nonetheless, traveling slowly and keeping his sword at the ready. He was more than vulnerable to a surprise at any time, and even his best wouldn’t keep him totally prepared, but he did the best he could.

And then the cave opened up...he was in a large, open chamber, with torches lining the walls, and a cage at the far end. Inside was Princess Aldria, or at least that was how it appeared. He couldn’t rule out the possibility of an illusion or decoy, he certainly wouldn’t put that beyond Keth. Still, there was a chance it was real. He stepped forward slowly, looking around to see if there were any obvious dangers in the room.

“Sir Rigan! Thank you for coming again...I’m sorry about this.” Aldria sounded more annoyed than fearful, which didn’t surprise Rigan; with no clear sign that Keth was actually threatening her, she’d gotten past the point where she was terrified with him. Rigan was sure the only reason Keth kept her locked up was to keep her away from him. Dragon he might be, but even they would be wary of an angry woman.

“It’s no problem. I’ll be there shortly...just making sure the coast is clear.” It seemed eerily empty, too empty for him to trust. The dragon wasn’t one to make things that easy. Rigan was sure there was a trap, and his cautious progress towards the princess was indicative of such. Every step was quiet, tentative, searching for anything hidden which was in his way, eyes darting every direction, even above and behind him…

When something suddenly wrapped around both of his arms, he scarcely had a chance to react before he was pulled off his feet painfully. His blade was sent to the ground in the next instant as the shooting pain in his arm broke his grip. Soon Rigan was hanging, squirming a bit but firmly in the grips of the thick ropes that were holding him up. He was as unprepared as could have been possible, despite his caution...he’d even looked towards where they’d come from and seen nothing…

“Naturally, a trap works best when completely hidden...especially on those who have caught on to the regular ones.”

Rigan narrowed his eyes as the dragon suddenly appeared, as if out of nowhere. Of course...invisibility, something he’d never seen before but of course he would know it. “Keth! Damn you!”

Keth was smirking at him, an act he knew was just to get his blood boiling, but it was working nonetheless. The dragon was on that stood on two legs, smaller than their quadrupedal cousins but still quite a giant compared to Rigan, nearly twice his altitude and broader in every dimension. In the dark cave he looked black as could be, though Rigan knew from past encounters that he had a bit of deep green in his color when the proper light was on him. Long, pointed horns, sharp fangs, huge wicked claws, massive wings, everything about him exuded power, and Keth knew it. Only once had Rigan actually been able to engage him in head-to-head combat, and he had been lucky just to escape alive, even with the special gear crafted to minimize the impact of dragons; in the other instances he had done his best to get around Keth to rescue the girl, dodging increasingly challenging traps and magics to reach his goal. Invisibility, however, was a cheap trick.

“What is this, the seventh time you’ve infiltrated my lair? Eighth? I don’t even remember at this point. Well, I had to up the ante somehow, and unlike other dragons I’ve no fondness for lava or sharp rocks. I’m sure you can appreciate a subtler touch.”

“You call this subtle?”

“Well, it hardly gets subtler than invisible, does it not? Regardless, I believe this is the part where I would say I’ve got you right where I want you. And unless you have some trick up your sleeve which doesn’t require the use of your hands, I doubt you’re getting out of it on your own terms...though if you do, by all means show me.”

Rigan grunted and attempted to struggle further. Had the ropes been ordinary, he might have been able to find a way to loosen their purchase, and at least put himself in a better position, if not a desirable one. But it was clear that these magical bindings moved with him, tightening with his movements to ensure that he couldn’t gain any ground. He wasn’t about to outwardly admit defeat, but the truth was clear to him.

“As I suspected. However, I can make this much easier on you. If you should decide to hear me out, I would propose a simple deal.”

“A deal, Keth? I can hardly imagine what kind of deal you might try to weasel out of me, in a position like this.” Still, Rigan had to admit his own curiosity; Keth had never proposed anything before, and for someone who seemed to have more of the cards in his favor, it was an odd thing to say. “Well, out with it then. What’s this deal?”

“Very good,” Keth responded. “It’s simply what I would call a fair trade: I release the princess, and you take her place.”

“Take...her place?”

“Yes. You would remain here, under my power. She can go free, and I won’t track her any longer, so long as she doesn’t try anything silly. As for you, I would ensure no deliberate harm...well, at least, nothing serious.”

Rigan wondered if this was a joke, or another trap. There was no real reason to take Keth at his word, not when the dragon was notorious for his cunning; he’d learned to be wary of any word that left that tongue. Still, in his current position, he didn’t see any way that refusal would aid him...and Keth had to be angling at something more, if he saw it through an opening could present itself. “And what would be your intentions with me?”

“That you will only find out if you accept.” Of course he would be that maddening. But the look on his face told the same story: Rigan was outmatched this time, and this was probably the only way to get a good result.

“...All right, Keth. If those are your terms, I’ll take them.”

“Excellent. As per our deal, she goes free.” Keth waved a hand, and the cave vanished in an instant, leaving only Aldria behind. She looked a bit startled by the sudden change, and probably by the turn of events, but she nonetheless walked over to Rigan, giving him a warm embrace. “Are you sure about this?”

Rigan sighed and nodded. “Whatever he’s planning to do with me, I doubt it’ll be that bad...hopefully. Tell the captain of the guard that he can take me off of the commission...I suspect I won’t be doing any more knighting for a good long time.”

“I shall see to it that your name is remembered for what you’ve done. Farewell, Sir Rigan. Thank you for everything.”

Rigan nodded to her. “Glad to be of service. Take care of yourself, princess.”

“The trail up has been cleared of any traps or other unpleasantries,” Keth informed them as Aldria pulled away. “You should find your way back to town to be pleasantly uninterrupted by anyone else, as well.”

“I had better, dragon, or you’ll find yourself facing a new wrath,” Aldria replied coldly. Without another word she left the room, taking the path back that Rigan had taken in, except he doubted she would be facing any danger. Still, he wondered if he should be trying to go after her, making sure she was safe...

Keth seemed to anticipate this. “Before you decide to take off running, Rigan, you should know that I’ve put up a powerful barricade at the entrance to my lair. Not only will it bar you from exit, but it will be exceptionally painful to make contact with. I would strongly advise you to abide by our terms.”

“...You know me too well.”

“That shall come later. I simply know the habits of one such as you. Rest assured, I have no intention of betraying you on this. I cast on her a spell that will ward away dangers until she returns to the castle. And as promised, I shall trouble her no more.”

Rigan knew he was capable of doing that, even if he wasn’t sure how far to trust that he actually did it. “And now what about me? Are you going to tell me what you plan to do with me?”

“Shortly, Rigan, have patience.” The way he said it was just so insufferably irritating. “Now, I’ll have you follow me, we have things to prepare for. It will be clear to you in due time what we are preparing for.”

The ropes freed Rigan, allowing him to stand back up. Grumbling, but compliant, he followed Keth as the dragon took him out of the chamber in the opposite direction, taking him deeper into his lair.

They were silent as they walked, nothing but the sound of their footfalls to make noise. As they went further and further down, the cave walls become less monotonous; glowing runes and patterns were lighting up the rock, forming designs Rigan never could have imagined. He wondered if the rumors were true, that new dragon magic came from runic designs that were just made up on the spot...it would have explained why no other magic seemed to be as versatile.

The lights got strangely brighter as they reached the deepest point of the caves, and as the path flattened out it felt like they were deep underground, yet somehow near the surface. Soon Rigan found himself led into another more open chamber, where the rocks on one side stood out at an angle, like a chest or cupboards, though they looked completely solid. The chamber was quite brightly lit, enough that the green hue was visible in Keth’s scales. As the dragon turned towards him, the smirk on his face had grown, and he knew whatever was coming next wasn’t going to be fun.

“Now you’re going to show your dedication to the integrity of our deal. You are going to relinquish everything from your body so that I can place it safely away from your reach. I shall be inspecting you as you do, so I expect you to be complete.”

Now Rigan felt a chill go through him. “E...everything. You mean-”

“All your arms and armor. All the various protective charms you’re wearing. All your clothing. Nothing will remain on you...you should be as covered as I am.”

It was a daunting prospect; Keth was essentially ordering Rigan to make himself completely vulnerable to him. And he didn’t feel that far off even with everything he had...but he was hardly in a position to refuse now, not with the clear threat of magic watching him. Slowly he disrobed, under Keth’s watchful eye, as the dragon made sure absolutely everything came off. His chain armor was dropped to the ground, followed by his boots and his leggings, all heavily enchanted specifically for fighting dragons...they were given to him the first time he had to go on this task, and it felt wrong leaving them in the possession of the one he was supposed to use them against.

Several bracelets and rings, and a pendant, were next to be tossed into the pile. They were also enchanted for combat with dragons, acquired after his one combat bout with Keth, on the off chance that he had another scrap with him. With all the magic that was in all that equipment, he felt naked already, stripped of everything that gave him some ground against the dragon…

But he wasn’t truly naked, and that was what Keth was seeking. A little more uneasy, he removed his shirt, then more slowly took off his trousers...an uncertain glance up at Keth confirmed to him that the dragon expected literally everything, and that he was rather enjoying seeing Rigan follow his orders, damn him...his undergarments finally hit the ground, and he stepped away from them, leaving himself well and truly exposed to the reptile.

“Good, I see you’re keeping your end of the bargain.” Keth stepped over to him and swept all the equipment off the ground, carrying them to the flat rocks on the side of the chamber. With a glint of magic, the top of the rocks slid back, revealing recesses inside them. Into one of these Keth dropped everything, and then the rocks slid back into place, sealing the equipment away from him.

“You planning to use those as bait for the next knight to come after you?”

“I’m certain that would make some fools easy prey. But no...I intend to study them later, learn how their magic works, and develop counter-magic to them. And once I know them, I plan to share them with other dragons. When the kingdoms have no more advantages against us, perhaps they will be less likely to try to come after us.”

Rigan wasn’t sure he liked the thought of that, but it was rather out of his hands. It seemed unlikely that dragon counter-magic would really be able to ward off anything that blocked dragon magic in the first place… “Is that all you wanted me for?”

“If it was, I wouldn’t have gone to such lengths. Now, follow me again.” Once more Keth turned around and started to lead him further into the mountains...Rigan wondered how much deeper they could go, surely they had to be nearing the end of the caverns. Dutifully he followed, certain that any effort at escape would be all but impossible in his current state anyway. The light didn’t wane, the caves illuminated by markings on the walls, certainly runic but not the same as the ones he’d seen earlier. And soon another strangeness, he could see plant life starting to grow around the caves. Without sunlight, that should have been impossible…

Keth’s guidance brought them to a large chamber deep underground, and Rigan’s eyes widened as he looked at it. It was lush, overrun with plants, the trickle of a stream nearby. And bright like the daylight…how could it have been so bright? Keth seemed to notice his awe, and laughed quietly. “You know so little of dragon magic...I have created a series of passages down here where the sunlight from above is channeled through runes on the mountains. I enjoy such environments quite a lot, but it’s rather dangerous for me to spend much time outside of the caves...so I created my own. You will have ample time to spend in them yourself, but for now, you will go lay down on the altar.” The dragon pointed to a stone altar near the center of the chamber, rather plain at first glance but he could see the faint markings of draconic runes as he got closer.

A thousand unsavory thoughts raced through his head. What was the dragon going to do? Sacrifice? Let his blood or kill him outright, to summon forth greater power? Did dragons even do that? The purpose of the altar was lost on him, it had to have some magical influence, but what? With trepidation, he climbed onto it and laid down on his back, wondering if he was going to start feeling something...he certainly didn’t expect Keth to almost jump on him, pinning him fast to the stone and jarring his legs apart. “What are you-!”

“I’m doing as I want with my new captive, of course.” Keth’s expression was fierce, the glint of victory light in his eyes. “I found you interesting, and decided to make sure you fell into my clutches...she became a means to that end. And now I have you, and I am going to make sure it stays that way!”

“I agreed to-”

“Agreement is not enough! I want to control you on a deeper level. I want to make you unable to think of fighting me. Chains and threats will only go so far...I will take you through a different way, one that works much differently.”

Rigan had no clue what that meant...until he felt something probing at his rear, something hot and slick. Instantly he knew what it was, and he looked down at it. Shock pulsed through him as he caught sight of Keth’s cock - ridged, knotted, and huge, a scary thing to see about to enter someone. “You...there’s no way! It’ll rip me apart!”

Keth growled lustfully. “Oh, Rigan, have you forgotten already? I vowed no deliberate harm...and I would scarce put so much effort into something that would be lost so quickly. No, you will take it all, and without injury!”

He didn’t give Rigan a chance to protest or deny such a feat. With the human pinned under him, he struck, inserting himself resolutely into that tight hole. Rigan jerked at the sensation, thunderbolts flying through him as he was claimed...despite the dragon’s size, his body put up very little fight, his ass allowing that thick spear in like it was made to fit it. Yet, the entry was painless, the powerful magic Keth wielded easing the way. And more...he could feel it worming into him, deeply penetrating his body, much more than just the flesh, and he knew what Keth was aiming for. The magic would be his control, it would be what held him here.

“So tight, yet so welcoming...no fight left in you, I see. I suspected as much, so reliant on those charms...makes it so easy for dragon magic to take hold when they’re gone,” Keth growled, slowly thrusting in and out of Rigan. The combination of pleasure and exhaustion would provide an ideal basis for his control magic...and fucking something so much smaller than him was an added bonus. It wasn’t long before he picked up the pace - he wasn’t about to go easy on his new toy.

The altar’s runes began to glow, amplifying Keth’s magic even more and forcing Rigan under its spell. Every thrust brought another wave of magic power from the dragon, driving forcefully into Rigan and flooding what felt like every bit of him. His body readily took it in, leeched of all natural resistance by the charms which had taken over the job for him it put up no fight to the stimulation. Thus, every wave was like a shower of electricity all through his body, a sensation he’d never even imagined possible before. And the surges that came from that imposing dick slamming into him were directly channeling that energy into his pleasure points, rocketing him to even higher reaches of euphoria. The pleasure was erasing the fight in his mind, driving him to desire more of Keth’s treatment, to truly want the dragon and want to please him.

He was so close to coming, so close to reaching that peak, but Keth was holding him back, making sure he wasn’t getting there. “Not until you’ve given yourself fully…” the dragon said through hot pants, intensifying an already brutal fucking to the point where Rigan didn’t know how his body could handle it. Dimly he knew what Keth meant, even though he hadn’t said it - he’d have to take Keth’s knot, the thick bulge slamming against him ruthlessly, in order to reach the finale. He thought that Keth would simply force it in, but no, the dragon was waiting for him...waiting for him to give in himself.

It was his last chance to fight, but he found himself unwilling to. The pleasure, the need, it was all coming over him, and he couldn’t stop himself from doing as me was commanded. He spread himself for Keth, tring to make himself as open as he could. He could feel it pounding against him, pushing against his hole over and over, almost an impossible size but one he knew Keth would overcome. He started chanting in his mind, over and over...submit to him, let him in, open up and give yourself to him…

It was working...he could feel it deep within him, each repetition was loosening him up, letting the knot stretch him a touch further. And the submission was creating a tingle in his gonads as well, his arousal building even further as he was giving in. It fueled the intensity of his mental repetition, until it was almost a pounding drumbeat in his head. Submit to him! Give yourself to him! Allow him to claim you, he is your master!

It must have been the key word, because suddenly he felt Keth thrust in hard, and his hole stretched wide around that gigantic knot. With a powerful surge, it popped in, his body tightening around it. And then he was there, his body climaxed with an incredible force, cum surging out of him in wild gouts...not just his seed, but the last of his resistance, the will to fight it suppressed by the chanting and channeled into him to be released, leaving him empty, a blank slate ready to be written on.

And Keth wasted no time filling the void. With a roar he unleashed himself into Rigan’s body, draconic seed firing out into the knight, suffused with the power that overwhelmed him, binding him to the dragon’s will much more effectively than any collar or charm. At the same time other magics entered him, making sure that his body never recovered that magic resistance, making it easy for him to maintain that bond. The force of his magic maintained Rigan’s orgasm, keeping him at that deliriously euphoric peak as he was subjugated, every drop of resistance forced out of him.

Finally, it came to an end for both of them. The highs faded into the ether, leaving them only with the product of their coupling. Everything Keth had set out to accomplish had succeeded, he’d removed the fight from the night and replaced it with servility, ensuring he could never stray from the deal he made. Not only that, but his body would only respond to draconic lust now, never again desiring a member of his own species, and he would experience pleasure like no other at Keth’s hands and cock, and perhaps the hands and cocks of other dragons if he felt like it. It couldn’t have possibly gone better.

“Now you see the power of my magic...and it has been a resounding success” Keth stroked his prize’s face with a claw, smirking as he saw Rigan respond automatically to the touch, a slight movement but unmistakably twitching towards the contact. “I am going to have a lot of fun with you, Rigan...and you may not believe it now, but I expect you to have a lot of fun as well.”

And so that’s how it was. Rigan knew he’d been caught, he could feel the immense draw to accede to Keth, more powerful than anything he could ever hope to fight. The dragon had him wrapped around his finger...yet, it was hard for him to feel too disappointed at the outcome. Even now, the idea of serving Keth struck a chord of bliss in him, and the idea of being ravished by his cock sent him was more joy-inspiring than anything he’d ever felt before. If he was going to feel highs like that, it was worth giving up his old life, and there wasn’t that much to lose. “I believe it, Keth...and I look forward to it.”