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Most towns have their share of seedy bars along the outskirts or the poorer section. They were bars for bikers or for people that led rough lifestyles or even alternative life styles. Darrah had always assumed that several of the bars near the east side were gay clubs. They had always had a dress code that led high to leather and that was one of the key markers, in his mind, of gay men. So, when he started to hesitantly ask around for where one of the bars was located, he was shocked that they hadn't sent him down towards the east side and any of the biker bars. Instead, a giggling girl had given him the address of a place in a very posh section of town that advertised itself as a dance club. Exile Isle. The name and the address didn't strike him as familiar in the least bit, but the drake could hardly back out just because he was unsure.

He had spent the evening polishing his scales and getting dressed with a care that was humiliating. He wasn't going so he could impress a likely woman, he wasn't going to take his little gryphon or dragoness out on the town, he was going in the hopes that a male would pick him up and fuck him. It had been degrading, almost as degrading as his girlfriend's questions about where he was going and why. Leila had started to get on his last nerve by the time he'd tucked himself into a neat outfit and spun around to look at himself in the mirror. The dark dragon had frowned at himself at the snug fit of his shirt tucked into a pair of jeans that were so tight that he doubted he'd be able to bend over without them splitting on the seam. Getting past his girlfriend had been another matter and ended up with a few sharp words between them before he bolted out of the house and gotten on his motorcycle.

Exile Isle was hell for any straight upstanding male. It flashed with neon lights and dance music that thundered in his ears and stood prominently on a street that was filled with other bars. Most of them were bars he'd stopped in at now and again. This wasn't a hole in the wall bar that he could slip into and out of without being seen. It was a bar that he could be seen plainly entering and leaving if someone he knew happened to pass by. It was the leaving part that would be the most difficult. He'd have to leave with a male and that wouldn't be explained away no matter how hard he tried. It had taken everything he had not to freak out and bolt once he stepped into the club and saw the men that gathered around the bar and dance floor.

And some women. At first he'd perked up at seeing girls in the dance club. He'd expected it to be a sausagefest and that he'd be wading hip deep in gay men. Instead, there were a smattering of girls throughout the club, at the bar, dancing. It gave him something to watch as he secured a spot at the end of the bar right back against the wall. A lean little minx caught his eye as she came up to the bar with a casual swagger of her hips. And she did more then catch his eye when she wrapped her arm around a silver vixen and pulled the other girl into an intimate and indepth kiss. Lesbians. His tail tip twitched in excitement as he enjoyed the show. Perhaps gay bars weren't that much of a loss if this is where the girls came to pick up other girls. He might even have a chance to slip between them and take them home. A threesome with two women sounded particularly enjoyable to his mind. It made his double shot of vodka taste all the sweeter.

"If you keep staring, they're going to serve you your cock on stick." A masculine voice nearly whispered in his ear in a laughing tone. "Jackie hates when guys stare. Even pretty midnight scaled ones such as yourself."

"Oh.." Darrah jerked his head up and turned his head to find himself nearly muzzle to muzzle with a crimson scaled dragon. The other male grinned and revealed a rich golden underthroat as he stepped back. "Thanks for the warning I guess."

"Always happy to help, but why on earth were you watching the dykes making out when there's much more interesting fare about?" The other male slipped onto a bar stool with a lazy smile. Darrah fought to urge to knock the smug look on his muzzle off as the stranger made a show of looking him over. "MUCH more interesting things. Mmm.. I'm Skize, I haven't seen you around here before."

"Darrah." Darrah's words came out clipped and he swallowed. He just had to get this over with to go back to the way he was. "Sorry, new here and all that. This is quite a place."

"Isn't it though, Darrah? I love it here. The music and dancing and the drinks aren't that bad either." Skize gave a slow smile and made a gesture with one hand for the bartender to refill Darrah's drink. "A drink to welcome you into our happy family."

"Uh.. thanks.." Darrah felt the heat creeping up to his cheeks. He didn't want to do this. He didn't want to be sitting here with another MALE buying him a drink like he was a female. He took the drink and tossed it back in a practiced movement that made Skize's eyes widen.

"My my, thirsty boy. Are you new in town?" The drake murmured with a hint of amusement beneath his tone. "Or are you just now coming out of the closet?"

"No, no, no closet." Darrah got the words out in a rush and then swallowed. Damnit, he could do this. "Actually just having a lonely night and heard that this was the place to go to pick up some company."

The red drake's smile grew a bit wider. "Why yes, yes it is. And no luck finding company yet? For shame!" Skize gave his head a shake. "It's not often we get someone that isn't built like a twink down here."

Darrah did not want to know what a twink was. In fact, he really didn't give a shit what it was, he just needed to get the drake out of here, get it over with and get back to his life.

"Think you can fix that? I've never really liked bars, might be nice to get out of here and find something else to do to pass the time." Darrah kept his voice light, even though he wanted to push the drake out of the way.

"Oh yes, I do think I can help you there, Darrah. It would be my pleasure." The red drake rolled the last word on his tongue so that it came out sounding vaguely dirty. It made Darrah fight not to squirm on the bar stool. He so didn't want to do this. But what choice did he have?

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Skize didn't seem to want, nor care for spending more time and money at the bar. Instead, the red drake had hooked his arm in a possessive position around Darrah's waist and invited him back to his apartment. The black drake had managed to give a nod in agreement, he hadn't trusted his voice. Skize didn't seem to care that Darrah was stiff and unyielding against the hold around his waist. He tried to relax, but as they walked down the street it was nearly impossible. It was all he could do to maintain a casual conversation about the weather and question the distance between them and when they would be able to reach the apartment. Perhaps Skize assumed that it was a bit of jitters on his part or excitement to be able to get naked when he questioned how far it was.

The apartment, when they finally reached it, was one of the nicer ones that Darrah had been in. The moment he padded into the living room he looked at it with the same look he gave any home he was casing. It wasn't overly full with personal items, but what was there was expensive and tasteful. It wasn't the sort of place that he'd go out of his way to hit, but it certainly was one that he'd go after if he came across it. He even saw a few small statues that his hands itched to touch to see if they were something valuable. They looked like antiques or perhaps artifacts would be a better word, something from Egypt perhaps or some other eastern place. They'd probably be valuable, very valuable, to the right buyer.

All of the looking around served to distract him from the red drake that slipped behind him and firmly closed the door. He could almost feel the eyes sliding along his body and he let out a shivering sigh as a scaled hand moved to wrap right around the base of his tail. The claws scraped lightly against him and ran upwards towards the small of his back. They caught against his jeans and gave a tug before Skize sidled in close and bumped against him. The hip rubbed along his upper leg before the red muzzle dropped down and brushed right along the sweep of his neck. A hot puff of air tickled against his neck and he pressed into it as if enjoying it.

"So, what do you enjoy, Darrah?" The words were breathed against his neck and he swallowed roughly. He half expected to feel that horrible desire rear up inside of him again, but it was quiet and still. There was no hint of that rush of need and desire he had felt when his girlfriends had changed into drakes.

"You on top.." He turned his head so that his muzzle brushed lightly against the dark red base. The hands moved up to rub right along the scales of his dark belly and trailed towards his chest so that the shirt was pulled with it.

"Oh really now? Would have figured you for wanting to be the one to fuck me?" Skize licked against his neck and moved to slip in front of him so that they faced each other. "But I think I can give you a niiiiice ride."

The heat rushed up into Darrah's face and he moved his hands down to unhook the edges of the drake's pants. He wanted this over with. He wanted to go back to his Leila, pin her down and fuck her until she screamed his name. Skize laughed a little bit as the black drake pushed him forward and he kept his fingers hooked against the pants. The red fingers trailed over his chest and belly before his hands were forced upwards and he raised his arms up. The material was pulled over his head and dropped down to one side. The moment it was off he moved to hook his fingers against the seam of the Skize's shirt and gave a slight tug to start to undo the buttons.

A hot tongue rolled down his chest and moved back up to the base of his neck. The drake's tongue was hot and slick against his scales, almost pleasurable. At least, it would have been pleasurable if it had been a dragoness. Darrah closed his eyes and tried to pretend it was Leila licking him like that. That it was her hands stroking along the curve of his back and slipping down to his waist. He gripped the material of the shirt and pulled the last button free so he could runs his own hands along the red scales to either side of the stranger's hips. He trailed further inwards until he could brush against the softer smaller gold scales. The nails brushed in circles before he dropped down to the tight leather pants and found the top button that was situated over a bulge that strained the material taut.

He struggled to remember Leila, he tried to think about her as he snapped the button open and tugged against the zipper. He moved his hands to either side of the trim waist and started to stroke downwards so that he was peeling the leather as he went. His thumbs brushed just along either side of the loins and he let out a soft noise as something hard, thick and slippery brushed against his belly. He tensed up and tried to fight the urge to pull backwards away from it. The other drake let out a low throaty growl of pleasure and he finally gave up. He couldn't take his time like he was trying to, he just needed to get this over with. He moved his hands to grip the leather and yanked downwards, pulling the drake's hips forward slightly as he went.

"Oh my, eager aren't you." Skize laugh and amiably wriggled his hips so that the leather fell down around his ankles and he kicked it off. "Best you get yourself unclothed as well, lover, don't want to miss the unveiling, do I?"

Darrah nearly blushed and snapped a retort, but he stepped away from the drake. His eyes flickered down, unable to stop himself from staring at what was revealing. The dark black length was resting right against the pale golden belly. The tip was drooling out a touch of precum that rolled down it and trailed all the way down to the thickest portion of the base. There was a slight line of ridges that ran along the underside to a plump base that looked thicker than the rest of him. He was large enough that he shivered slightly. Larger then Leila had been. Larger then Kylia had been. Larger then anything he was expecting to go inside of him. And he couldn't tear his eyes away from it.

The drake trailed a finger just under the tip and made a show of rubbing himself

He swallowed and snapped his eyes open as the hand of the other drake mimicked him as it went down and cupped right against his groin. The fingers curled slightly and Darrah let out a short hissing noise deep in his throat. It wasn't just that the red drake was groping him, it was the fact that the fingers caught right against his cock tip and gathered up the precum to spill over the edges and that was it for the dark drake. He gave himself a shake and sucked in a breath as he recalled the taste of the hen's cock when he had sucked it off. That, more than anything else, sparked a flash of heat through him. How could he adamantly not want to have anything to do with males, but still respond to that memory.

He managed to push his own tight blue jeans down with some effort. He wiggled and squirmed his hips until they slipped down his legs and he flushed to realize that his cock was more then half hard. It jutted proudly between his legs and he swallowed roughly as Skize let out a bit of a whistle of appreciation. He glanced up to see the red drake licking his lips. And that's what broke him. He had to do this, he had to break the curse, but he wasn't going to be ogled like this. He wasn't going to be forced back into the corner and acting like a cringing little queer. The straight drake lifted his head up as he kicked off his jeans and advanced on Skize with his tail lashing back and forth.

"Oh my.. thought you wanted me on top?" Skize laughed as Darrah caught him around the hips and pushed him backwards towards the couch. "Not that I mind either way."

"Oh you're going to be inside me, I just want to be in control." Darrah growled as Skize dropped onto the couch and the dark drake slipped into his lap.

His cheeks were burning with shame, not only of feeling another male's cock rubbing against him, but the fact that he was recalling being pinned and used by his girlfriends. He didn't want to be used, he wanted to be the one in control of things where he could do this on his own terms. The old woman wanted him to be fucked by another guy that wasn't really a girl, but he'd do it on his own terms. Skize didn't seem the mind. The red drake reached up and cupped his rump cheeks to give a firm squeeze so that he was pulled forward. Darrah rolled his hips so his cock was grinding against the pale golden belly and his hands moved up to grip the curved shoulders. All he could think about was Leila and what she'd done, the feel of her cock inside of him and how badly that he'd wanted it.

His cock pulsed slightly as Skize's hands moved to cup against the curve of his ass cheeks and helped him stand upwards. His drooling cock tip rubbed along the gold scaled belly while he felt the cock tip dragging along the crease of his ass. The tip drooled out hot dribbles of precum that coated along his scales and even brushed against the base of his tail before drawing backwards. The blue black drake pushed himself upwards so that the cock trailed all the way to his anal ring. He let out a soft noise deep in his throat as he felt it nudging against him. So like what had happened before, it made his belly tense up and his breath come in short frantic puffs of air.

"Let me help you.." Skize breathed out against his chest before the hands on his hips gave him a pull downwards.

Darrah let out a short sharp cry as he was pulled down onto the hardened spire. His walls spread open wider and wider, gripping and clutching around the cock while he squirmed. The walls started to stretch open wider and wider to wrap around him. Thick heavy spills of precum oozed out into his passage while inch by inch he was impaled on the shaft and the red drake rolled his hips upwards to plunged ever deeper into his body. The ridges pulled and plucked along the stretched opening while he let out a short groaning cry. He couldn't stop himself, but it wasn't like before when he had felt the need to be submissive and fucked. His body knew what pleasure this could bring and when he pushed down hard enough that the ridges popped deeper inside of him his cock started to throb.

Skize dropped his head and a hot clutching maw wrapped itself around his cock tip to stroke with smooth bobbing movements. The long slender tongue curled and twisted around the shaft so that it rubbed right along his ridges. His cock flexed and pulsed against the tongue so the black drake let out a groaning cry. He moved his hands down to grip the red's head and pulled him down forcefully onto his cock. The maw was almost feverishly hot as it suckled and pulled along his onyx shaft. It moved from the base and then all the way to the tip before pushing down again. The slippery saliva coated him along with the precum that was constantly oozing out of his tip to splash against the back of the throat. He didn't stop gripping the head until Skize had nearly bent entirely forward and made a protesting sound around his cock.

Darrah's lips twisted up in feral grin and he pushed his hips down all the way to the point that he could feel the cock hilting inside of him. His walls were strained open so wide and the base was thick enough that it almost hurt, but not quite. He rolled his hips up and let Skize pull his head backwards so that only half his cock was filling the other drake's mouth. The tongue worked over his ridges and as he watched some of the drooling precum oozed out of the red corners of the mouth. It was humiliating feeling the pulsing cock in his ass, but he took some of his pride back in making sure that he could control the drake's head and stuffed that muzzle full of his cock.

The red hips rocked beneath him as Darrah started to roll his hips slowly, the ridges stroked and rubbed along parts of his body that made him hiss out and jerk his hips harder against the press of the muzzle. His cock plunged into the throat and forced it open wider before he pulled backwards. A trail of precum spilled out over the edges of the tongue while the blue-black drake leaned his head back and groaned out in pleasure. He pushed his hips down and worked the ridges over his prostate time and time again. He pulled and caressed while he kept ahold of Skize's cheeks so that the other drake was forced to deep throat him against and again. The tip plunged into that hot maw and the throat convulsively swallowed around him and gulped down the precum that spilled out in clear syrupy strands.

The red hands gripped either side of his hips and helped him move as he started to force the inches in and out rapidly. Only a few inches at a time slipped free before he pushed back down again and plunged the tip deep inside of him. His walls contracted and squeezed around the spire constantly as he felt the hot slick spills of precum oozing into his passage keeping him slippery and slick. Darrak leaned forward and spread his legs a bit further apart so that he was barely pulling up before dropping down again. His tongue lolled out as he forgot he was fucking a drake, he forgot he was feeling a cock pounding into his ass, he forgot everything except the feel of a hot swallowing mouth pulling and the head bobbing up and down against his cock.

He gripped Skize's head and squeezed it tightly so that it was pulled downwards against his loins. He plunged forward all the way until he felt the drake struggling around his length. The hot tongue was working around him tightly and it pushed Darrah over the edge. He clamped down tightly around the large shaft and squeezed eagerly about it. He massaged and pulled from the base all the way to the tip as he bucked his hips down and his cock thickened up. The first hot bubble of cum pushed up along his shaft and splashed into the waiting maw. It spilled in thick syrupy drops down Skize's throat as Darrah let out a harsh cry of pleasure and pushed himself so every last inched of the ridged cock was plunged into him.

Skize's hips jerked and twitched against his ass while the drake swallowed and finally managed a muffled groan as the cock thickened inside of him. The tip plunged deep inside of him until the tip erupted in the first hot splash of creamy cum spilled inside of him. For the second time in his life he started to milk and coax up each and every drop of seed into his passage. But this time he wasn't pinned and whimpering helplessly, he was forcing the red muzzle down against his blue-black loins and pouring his own seed into the suckling muzzle. Darrah's lips twitched up in a grin as he felt another hot spill of cum drooling into his passage and coating the inner walls in a thick splatter. This would end his curse. Fuck that old badger, he'd done it!

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"DARRAH!" Kylia yelped out as he slammed her down against the bed with a low throaty growl and pressed his body over her so she couldn't move. She was half laughing as she squinted up at him. "I have to go to work!"

"No.." He kissed her neck, "you.." he kissed along her collar bone, "don't.. I called you off for the night so we can have time together."

Kylia squirmed under him and he nipped her neck again as he moved his hands down to grip against the base of her shirt. He had barely said goodbye to the drake he'd had fucked. Skize seemed quite smug with the time they'd had together and had even hinted that he'd be up for round two. Darrah had been amused and embarrassed all in one, but he'd managed a slightly graceful exit. Well, as graceful as he could after cleaning up in the drake's shower and pulling himself back into his tight pants. He hadn't even gotten to the street before he'd been calling his girlfriend's work to call her off. He knew exactly what he wanted. No, what he needed. He needed to take back his masculinity. He needed to plunge his cock into the wet gripping warmth of his gryphon and remember who he was and wipe away the two days from existence.

"DARRAH! You can't... just... do that.." Kylia squirmed under him and he let out a low dominant growl before running his tongue down her neck again.

"Too late now, I gotcha.." He teased and ran his fingers up just beneath her bra. He hadn't even let her get dressed before he'd thrown her on the bed. The sight of her in her panties and bra had been more than enough to set him on edge. He didn't regret just barging in, not in the least bit. He wanted her, he wanted someone submissive and sweet to make sure he felt fully dominant and male.

Kylia laughed at him and wriggled, but didn't try to get away as he ran his fingers along the soft curve of her belly. He drew in the warm sweet scent of her, so feminine, so lovely. It was exactly what he wanted and he licked down the curve of her collar bone before sliding his hands all the way down to the curve of her hips. She arched up against his touch and moved her palms to press against bare chest and her talons teased against his scales. She stroked them and brushed along the edges of his shoulders while he licked lower and lower against the feathers. He trailed all the way to the rise of her breasts and ran a hot wet line over them. The taste of her wasn't marred with male musk, it was exactly what he wanted. She tried to catch his hands in a playful attempt to push him away and he only growled back at her. He wasn't going away. He was going to have her just the way he wanted her.

It took some work, but he managed to unhook the back of her bra so that the material loosened and he could use his lips and muzzle to push the material down. His tongue flicked out and rubbed along the softest part of her downy feathers. He edged towards her nipples while her fingers trailed along the curve of his back and ran along the rim of his pants. He shifted his hips down and pressed firmly against her loins with his own. The tight jeans were too tight, they were painfully tight as his cock was slipped out and hard. It was trapped against the material so that the front of his jeans was bulged out. He pushed it up against her loins while he let out a short growling noise deep in his throat as he caught her nipple with his tongue tip.

He curled lightly around it and heard her let out a short sharp cry of pleasure as her body squirmed beneath him. He pushed harder against her loosened bra so that the cup fell down along her belly and he was able to use his soft supple lips to wrap around the taut nub. He suckled along it in a tight hot line while letting out a low purring sound in his throat. Her hips rose up and pushed against his tented jeans in a stroke that let him feel the softness of her loins. God, she was perfect, beautiful, wonderful. His blood ran hot as his heart beat started to come faster and pound in his ears. He pulled her nipple tighter along his tongue and started to tease around it when a sudden sharp crackle hit against the tip of his tongue. He tasted ozone for a heart beat, and then the soft curves beneath him lurched upwards.

He let out a mock playful growl in response to the bucking upwards, but Leila's hands moved up to grip his hips and suddenly pulled roughly. The hips twisted roughly and her muscles started to stand out as he was pushed off her. Her nipple slipped out with a wet popping noise, but not just from the fact she was being pushed around. His teeth ran along the edges of the nipple as it pulled backwards and started to change beneath his tongue. Darrah jerked his head up as a low baritone growl spilled out from between Kylia's lips and she pushed him roughly enough that he slipped to the side of her. Her pale scales glittered in the bedroom light as he watched the change rolling over her. Her delicate face grew heavier, her chest flattened, her entire form became rougher and stronger. A form he knew.

Oh god, no no no, I cured it! I did what that bitch told me! I did it!!!! NO!! Darrah twisted around and tried to get away as Leila's body continued to shift.

The sweet warm scent of female started to slip away and thicken to a rough male musk. It flooded his muzzle until he was nearly choking on it. It wasn't like Skize, it was wild smelling and it made his stomach start to twist with a rush of need. Darrah let out a short squeaking noise and rolled over on his stomach and started to scramble over the bed to get away. He didn't want to do this again! Leila had already fucked him once, he didn't want to do it again! He nearly got to the edge of the bed when suddenly a hand gripped the back of his jeans and yanked him backwards. The large burly male gryphon parted a large heavy beak in a wicked smile as he tried to drag himself away. He dug his claws in against the soft silk sheets.

"Oh, are you trying to leave so soon?" The gryphon's voice rumbled as Darrah whimpered softly and felt the talons tugging harder at the jeans. "I think I'll teach you why gryphon's should always be the ones on top, not you."

"Please, I didn't.. I broke the curse!" He stammered as Kylia rumbled and suddenly yanked backwards so that his pants tore with a ragged noise.

One of the powerful furred knees pushed against his back as the drake peeled off his pants, he tore them off and left him bare assed while he struggled. Well, while he tried to struggle. His mind went wild with how to get free and get away. He screamed at his body to let himself up, to let him slide free, but his body wasn't listening. His nostrils were flaring at the warm male scents and the feel of the dominant drake tearing his pants off. He could feel a hot breath against the nape of his neck as Kylia let the strands of his jeans fall down on the bed and some on the floor. A brush of the wings flicked out and trailed against his sides as he jerked his head back and turned one eye back wildly towards his lover. This couldn't be happening, he'd done what the old woman had said!!

He stared at the handsome drake and swallowed, his thoughts grinding to a stop as the avian hands slipped up and ran lightly along his back just beneath his wings. He wasn't staring at the hands though, he was staring at the smooth furred belly and the thick reddened spire that jutted out from it. The tip bristled with fleshy barbs while the base boasted a broad thick knot that just pushed the mound of the sheath down. He could see a thick dribble of precum oozing down over the edges and dropped down to splash right against her upturned ass cheek. The wetness smeared along the his scales while he writhed and a hand moved down to grip against the base of his tail and suddenly yanked it up and backwards. Darrah cried out as he was dragged backwards and his legs dropped over the end of the bed.

Kylia covered him and suddenly nipped firmly against the back of his neck. The drake's sharp beak clenched down against his scales while he let out a soft cry low in his throat. The hot breath hit against him while the furred and feathered weight covered him. He loved gryphons, he loved avians, he loved the contrasts of their form, but this time he wasn't feeling it against his chest and stomach. He felt it rubbing and burnishing scales while the powerful hips cupped against him. It was soft all over except for one place, the feel of the heavy cock resting against his ass. The hot spill of precum oozed out and rubbed along his scales before the drake started to grind against him. It smeared the precum against his scales and spread the scent over him.

Oh god, Kylia was scent marking him. He was grinding the precum against the base of his tail and rubbing against his ass cheeks so the male musk was flooding his nose and being pressed against him. He whimpered and rolled his hips back against it, he couldn't stop himself. He pushed his hips forward and rubbed his cock right against the bed. He pushed out a dribble of precum that oozed out of the tip and puddle against the sheets. His nostrils started to pant out in short puffs of breath while his cock throbbed against his belly. He was aroused by it, he was aroused by the drake's weight pinning him down as the hips rolled and pushed. His breath caught in his throat just as the beak gripped harder against his neck and the barbed tip drew backwards and slipped down the crease of his ass.

Darrah couldn't stop himself. This wasn't like before with Skize, he wasn't feeling dominant or in control. He whimpered and moaned out, begging the drake for it. He wanted it, he wanted to be fucked and pounded. He pushed his ass up in the air just as the tapered tip pulled down and Kylia growled out in approval. It pushed right against the opening and dimpled it while the gryphon's hands moved to grip either side of his scaled haunches. The claws dug in firmly and partially dented his scales in before the drake lunged forward. The oozing tip pushed up hard against his pucker and spread it open wider and wider. The dragon let out a short sharp cry as he tensed himself up and the oozing precum splashed into his passage.

The dragon shuddered and his cock pulsed harder against his belly as steadily the thickened cock plunged into his body. The walls were forced apart while the goopy precum coated his inner passage. The grip of the beak on the back of his neck didn't let up, it gripped hard enough to bruise and he didn't care. Kylia didn't stop until half his girth was sheathed inside of him and then slowly pulled back. The moment he did the barbs flared open and Darrah cried out roughly. He felt them tugging and running along his passage and over spots that no one had touched, no one should be able to reach. His walls contracted down and suckled eagerly around the boned girth before the male lunged forward again and knocked against his haunches.

He couldn't stop himself, he pushed backwards and drove himself against the furred haunches as they lunged forward. The base of the cock shoved right up against his pucker so he felt the thickest part of the knot rubbing and wedging him open before it was pulled back again. The barbs flared to life and his own cock pulsed against his belly as he burrowed his muzzle against a pillow. He gripped it tightly to muffle his cries of pleasure as they built up. He savored the feel of the powerful body against him, forcing him to submit like he wanted to. The precum was forced out of his passage as the feathered and furred form started to move above him in short fast strokes.

His claws tore against the bed and the grip on his neck loosened up before releasing him. The gryphon snarled down at him and the avian hands reached down to grip either side of his hips. The claws dug down tightly against his haunches before forcing him back to meet the thrusts. The furred loins clapped up firmly against his ass and the balls slapped just between his legs as he was forced to move in time with the large gryphon. The wings brushed against either side of his body as the drake mantled over him and the hips hammered the knot up against his pucker. The barbs raked and dragged through his passage time and time again. His tongue lolled out as he let out a whimpering cry and began to grind backwards harder against the base.

The knot started to force and shove against his anal ring. Each thrust forward made his tight opening spread open a bit more before the gryphon pulled back again. Darrah dropped his head down and let out a low moan. He was beyond the point of humiliation, all that mattered was his pounding heart and the need that was steadily building inside of him. He moved his hand down and wrapped it around his cock until the precum was pooling against his palm. He started to rub along his own ridges as he let out short sharp breaths as the thrusts grew harder, faster. There was no relief from the barbs that raked along his passage. No relief from the feel of his body starting to tense up as he started to pump his hand up and down his cock.

"My little ssslut..." The drake hissed out in approval. Kylia's breath tickled against the back of his neck. "Can't stand to leave yourself alone while I fuck you, can you?"

Darrah let out a short whimper and nodded his head as he started to pump his cock faster and faster as he used his precum to coat over his glistening length. The gryphon started to push harder against him so that the knot started to pry him open wider and wider. His breath caught in his throat as he rolled his hips and gave firm push backwards against Kylia's hips. He dropped his hand down against the mattress as the pushed into him with a final short buck. The tight opening strained open wide and his inner passage stretched before every last inch of the gryphon's cock sank into his body with a lewd wet noise as the precum was forced out around the edges. The dragon let out a short sharp cry as the hips continued to jerk back and forth.

The knot tug and pulled along the tight opening while he moved his hands forward to brace himself. The knot couldn't pull free, the inner muscles were tightened to the point that it couldn't pull free, it only had enough room that it shifted enough to let the barbs flare open wide and scrape along his passage. The orbs pushed between his legs and Darrah lost control. He let out a short sharp cry as he lowered his upper body down against the bed submissively. His cock pulsed against his stomach before the first hot thick strand of his seed splashed out to stain Kylia's sheets. It smeared along his belly as it erupted in time with each pulse. The gryphon let out a sharp hissing sound and the hips hammered in short sharp bucks that tugged him back each time Kylia tried to draw backwards.

When the drake lunged forward the weight pressed harder against his back and he felt the furred heavy orbs pushing up hard between his legs. The cock swelled inside of him nearly to the point he was afraid he'd feel himself be torn apart. The gryphon's beak hooked right against the back of his neck again before the first throbbing pulse ran along the red shaft. Darrah muffled a sharp cry as thick hot gouts of gryphon cum poured into his body and splashed into his passage. He squeezed and milked around it, pulling and caressing as he felt each throb, each pulse, each jerk that flooded him with more of the virile seed. He couldn't do anything more than let out a whimper and push himself back against the furred hips while the avian hands squeezed and rubbed along his curved hips.

After several minutes the gryphon relaxed against his back and he was able to drop down against the bed while shaking from nose to tail. His fingers moved to grip against the pillows as he shivered and squirmed back against the dominant drake. The thin avian tongue flicked against the back of his neck before the burly beak lifted away and gave a few gentle nips that trailed down to the line of his spine. Kylia's hand moved down and curled beneath his belly to briefly wrap around his still drooling cock so that Darrah jerked forward and let out a protesting noise. He was sensitive, too sensitive, and the touch made his cock flex weakly against his belly.

"I wouldn't want you to go without your meal, now, would I?" Kylia rumbled in his ear, "And we'll be stuck like this for quite some time."

The gryphon's hips ground against his own as if ensuring he knew that the knot kept them joined together. Darrah let out a soft hissing noise and one of the avian hands moved in front of him to cup against his muzzle. The digits were slimy with his cum and the slippery strands clung between the fingers as they were traced against his muzzle. The heat rushed up to his face as he knew what Kylia wanted. It was humiliating, degrading, and embarrassing to even consider it. And it made his cock pulse with arousal against his belly as he leaned forward and started to lick along the tips of the fingers with strong strokes of his tongue. His salty seed filled his muzzle as he started to clean the hand, all the while feeling hot splatters pulsing from the tip and drooling deep into his passage.

I broke the curse.. I broke it... Was all Darrah could think as he drew one masculine finger into his mouth to lick clean. I did what she said!

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~ ~ * ~ ~

Those words haunted Darrah every day and every night for a week. He could think of nothing else. The drake spent every day in the house with Leila and tried to figure out what else he could do to try and break the curse. The obvious answer would have been to go back and try again with another man, but he rebelled against it. The night he had spent with Skize, followed by the utter humiliation and domination at the hands of the gryphon had been too much. It wasn't just that he had picked up a strange red drake and had sex with him, it was the fact that afterwards Kylia had taken him completely. He had been fucked and cleaned his own cum off the drake's fingers. He had been worked over with the drake's hand until he came again and again. At the end of the night he had been sore, trembling and thoroughly used.

And he had loved it. He had wanted more. Anything that the gryphon wanted done, he could have done. He would have gladly lifted his tail and presented it to the burly male if he could be given another round, even if he was too sore to do it. That was terrifying. At least with the red drake he had been able to keep control of himself. He had been able to do what he wanted without any real fear or concern that he was acting gay. He had just did what he had to do. With Kylia and Leila, he had acted like he wanted it. No, he had wanted it. He'd wanted it to the point that he didn't care about anything but getting more.

_I haven't even had sex in a week. _ The thought made Darrah wince. He was growing restless, horny and down right pent up.

He no longer trusted himself to have sex. If he did, Leila and Kylia would become male and he'd be forced to submit himself again. It wasn't just the submitting that was horrifying, but the fact that he wanted it. He loved it. He craved it. How many more times would he go through it before he stopped being straight? Stopped being dominant? The thought sent a chill down his spine and he licked his lips before returning to the inane show he'd turned on.

"You know, you really need to do something beside sit on the couch." Leila spoke up from the kitchen in a sharp annoyed voice. "I've been paying the bills all this week. You could at least make an effort to get out there and bring something in."

"I haven't wanted to.. it's not really the best time." Darrah glanced up and fought the urge to squirm. "Thanksgiving will come around soon and then I'll be able to pick up a lot from the folks going away for the holiday."

"And until then we're barely making it by." Leila glared at him and he shifted on the couch. "If you can't pull your weight around here we're going to lose the house. We got this place because you are good at what you do. If you're going to stop doing it then we either need a roommate or an apartment." Under her breath, almost too soft to hear he caught. ".. or a new boyfriend."

Darrah stiffened slightly and turned his head back to the show as his girlfriend moved around the house to gather up her purse and keys before leaving. She didn't offer a good bye, she didn't offer anything. All she offered was that last blow to his ego that made him bristle. If he continued to break into houses, how long would it be before he ended up in a worse position then he was in now? The old badger had said that this was a lesson of sorts, and she'd already proven she had no compunctions about ensuring that he was raped. What else would she do if he continued with what he was doing? Make him a girl? Make Leila male forever?

The fuck, I did what she said. Maybe she has no intention of lifting the curse. Maybe that's all she can do. _ He sat up slightly as he mulled that thought through his head. _What if whatever the hell she did is just a one time shot? It doesn't meant that she has any other powers. Hell, she couldn't even break the spell.

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The drake slowly grinned and glanced up at the clock. He didn't have to sit here and enjoy a life of poverty while his girlfriend left him. He could do what he damn well pleased and perhaps even search for an answer to what had happened to him. With enough good marks he could build up quite a bit of money so that he could search for a cure. He might even be able to find a way to get back at the old woman. The thoughts spilled through his head as he leaned back and stretched the entire length of his frame. His legs rested out in front of him while he moved his hands behind his neck so that he could cushion his head against them.

There were piles of people that claimed to be able to do all sorts of things. There were shows all over the place about people who were able to talk to ghosts or move things with their mind or any number of things. Most of them were proven false, he knew that, but there had to be some that were real. If the old woman was real, why couldn't there be others? Perhaps all he needed to do was to take the initiative and find a way to fix things himself. He wasn't going to spend the rest of his life sitting here behaving like an invalid and refusing any and all pleasures of the flesh. It was enough to make even the sharpest drake go mad! It would be dark soon and he needed to get on some new clothes so he could look for a good house to go after. And when Leila come home, he'd have a surprise waiting for her.

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The weeks passed slowly and steadily. They marched through and Darrah enjoyed exercising his skills and, just to spite the old woman, he made sure to pick his marks carefully for those that reminded him of her. He wanted to make sure that she paid for what she'd done and he had no doubt that she'd hear about it in the news. He hoped that she'd enjoy knowing what she'd done and how he'd set her after the elderly that could be easily overtaken or taken advantage of. It certainly proved lucrative to him. Within a few weeks he was able to build up a tidy pile of cash and even resold several find pieces for enough money to put on an addition to the house that Leila had wanted to have tacked on. He'd toyed with the idea of finding a way to move Kylia in on the sly, but had dismissed it.

The only thing that was frustrating in his life was the fact he was still celibate. It was the longest he'd ever gone without sex. Leila hadn't questioned it at first, he often had dry spells with her when it came to wanting her. Most of the time it coincided with how often he was pinning Kylia down, but it still wasn't unexpected. After a while, though, she had started to attempt to initiate a bit of fun with him. That had been the hardest part, she'd tried to tease him into a tumble or came behind him with a hand against his loins making him nearly painfully hard while he tried to control himself. Questions were starting, but he was able to push past them, somewhat. He'd finally had to find other ways around it. Other ways to please her.

He had sex twice, both times Leila had turned into a drake and had her way with him. And each time he had moaned and greeted it avidly. It had been nearly impossible to think of anything but the pleasure. It had been humiliating and he had finally started to work out other ways to distract her. He'd begun to actually date her date her. He took her to movies, dancing, out to eat, any number of very public places that she wouldn't push him for sex. It had been working. And he nearly had enough money that he had hopes that he could find a cure to his curse. And through it all, nothing had ever happened to worsen his curse.

_It was all talk, it was all just talk. She can curse me, but she can't do anything to cure or worsen it. But someone will be able to cure it. Someone will be able to make me normal again. _ He grinned to himself smugly as he shoved his hands in his pockets and made his way along a stretch of side walk.

He'd finally made a large sale that left his pocket heavy with money and the day was looking up. He'd start searching later on the computer and shifting the people trying to take advantage of others from the ones that were possibly real. It would take time, but he could handle it. He could handle anything at all. It would just take some time and effort. He was actually in a good enough mood that he pursed his lips and started to whistle while striding down the side walk. His tail flicked back and forth lightly against his ankles as he turned down a corner street to set him on the path to Leila's work.

"And here I thought I'd never see you again..." A male voice purred a heart beat before a red arm curled around his hips. "I thought you'd skipped out of town."

Darrah froze and blinked as he stared at the red drake who grinned up at him with a sly expression. The bright eyes glittered slightly and the male bumped hips with him. Skize seemed to be quite pleased to see him again and the blue-black drake opened his mouth to excuse himself, but the excuse died in his throat. He caught a scent of male on the air and blood rushed to his face as his heart started to beat faster against his chest.

"Skize, ah.. it's a pleasure to see you again." He stumbled over the words as the claws teased along the curve of his hip.

"If it were such a pleasure, you would have found me sooner, Darrah." The other drake purred and the fingers moved up to trail along the curve of his back.

"I...." Darrah swallowed and he came to a stop as the world seemed to swim around him. Things low in his body tightened as he looked over the muscular form that was so close to him. He knew intimately what that body looked like naked. He knew intimately what the shaft felt like pressed inside of him, stretching him, thrusting.

"I suppose you could make it up to me, couldn't you, Darrah?" Skize narrowed his eyes and the grin stretched. "Come home with me, I think I have just the way you can prove how sorry you are for forgetting about me."

Darrah felt a surge of humiliated anger rise up and he opened his mouth to say no, so he could step away and head home, but that isn't what happened. His entire body felt electrified as he started to speak, but it wasn't in the tone of voice he wanted to use or the words.

"Of course, I'm sure you can remind me never to forget." Darrah purred and his eyes snapped open wide. Why had he done that? He didn't want to go home with the drake!

"Oh excellent, just excellent, come along." Skize gave his arm a light tug and Darrah moved to follow him. His breathing came a bit faster as he felt the warm press of the drake against his side and one of his hands moved to rest against the curved back. "This time, I'll show you what it means when I'm on a top."

Darrah's stomach tensed up and he felt a rush of anticipation and heat with those words. He wanted to be shown what that meant, he wanted it very much. The flush of arousal almost made him dizzy as they walked along the side walk, but he didn't care. It was enough that he contained the growing desire enough that he didn't drop down and nuzzle into the bulge of Skize's pants in public. The urge to do so was almost frightening.

:Oh dear, you haven't learned your lesson. Well, I suppose we'll take away a little more of your control on your life. I do hope you enjoy it... .: _ A voice laughed through Darrah's head as he was led away. _:You tried so hard the first time, but you couldn't let yourself be controlled by another. Now... now you will have no choice. Men will be able to command you and your body will burn for them, yearn for them.: