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The desert sun hit down on the golden sands with a punishing heat that raised heat waves that obscured the dunes and hills to the point that they tricked the eyes. There was no relief in the azure sky, not hint of clouds, no prayer of rain. It was dry and hot enough to suck the life from the world and any who dared to stumble across the golden sands. The caravan routes never came so far into the forge of the desert, they stayed where there was a hope of life in the form of oasis' that dotted the landscape closer to the fertile edges of milder climates. All of that was a distant dream to DJ. The taste of cold water reduced to nothing more than a fever dream as the wolf clambered over the dunes sightlessly. He had long since stopped trying to find a direction. He wasn't running on his higher mind, he wasn't running on anything but the dull instinct to keep moving.

The white wolf's fur was abraded and filled with sand that had gotten beneath the edge of his torn clothing. He had no clothing to keep the sun from him or keep him warm when the night came. The nights were so cold, as cold as the days were hot. The only moisture he managed to find was in the mornings where dew gathered on rocks that he carried with him. DJ was dying, slowly, bit by bit, he was dying. The heat of the day was too much and every step made his paw pads burn as he stumbled up along the dunes with his nostrils puffing and his dry tongue lolled out. He stared blearily at the wavering heat that rose up from the sands that nearly burned away the soles of his paws. He just wanted to be home, to be out of this wretched place, out of this world of fire and ice.

He tried to find some refuge in his mind to concentrate on that had nothing to do with dwelling on the way he couldn't get enough air in his burning lungs. Unhappily, his mind only went towards how he had gotten in this damned place in the first part. The caravan he had been hired to guard as it crawled back from the barbarian Arabian lands heavy with silk and perfumes had been raided. Tough nomads on small ponies had hit them hard and set fire to several of their tents. The camels had fled bawling into the night while he and his fellow guardsman had tried to protect what little supplies they had left. It had been chaos and fire that had ended in bloodied sands and the screams of his fellows. He didn't even know what had happened after the smoke had got to him, only that he'd woken up alone in the ruin without so much as a compass or bag of water to his name. Not that he could use them.

He was one of three wolves hired from the north lands to go with the caravan to guard it. His breed was a form of wolves that were nearly extinct. He was as large as a pony, heavy bodied and with powerful jaws that could easily crush bone. They were expensive to hire on, especially leaving the mountains and snow they had bred in, but it had been worth the money at the time. He'd lost his handler, the one who could communicate for him and behaved as his hands where he lacked them. She was likely dead, most of the caravan had been lost and not even his keen nose could find any trace of a scent that would lead him towards home. Or towards any survivors.

I don't know where I'm going.. He squinted up at the sun that had started to set and stumbled in the sands. Oh god, I'm going to die here...

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The thought had started to become appealing, it was better than walking each day, for however many days he had been lost. The fire of the sun was making it harder to travel more than a mile a day before he collapsed. His ears folded to either side and he let out a soft coughing whine as he dropped down to his haunches. He dropped his head down and tried to get a deep breath in, but it coughed out dryly. He was so tired, so terribly tired. He could barely lift his head up as he looked over the unchanging landscape. Gold and blue, blinding light that reflected from the sands so that it dazzled his eyes and cast strange shadows and images. He was going to die, he couldn't keep going, he couldn't keep up this pace. There was no end in sight, not even an oasis that would have offered him some form of relief or hope.

DJ let out a rough groan and sank down into the sands. He didn't have the strength to get up again, he didn't have the will to keep walking. His paw pads felt as if they were bleeding and raw, they burned even as they were pulled out of the sands. He dropped down until he was lying in the midst of the sands, his muzzle cushioned against the heat and his tongue brushing against them. He closed his eyes against the glare of the sun while he let out a ragged whimper. The snow white wolf relaxed into the heat that had burned and scorched him. He didn't have the energy left to fight it or try and struggle towards life.

He didn't even move with the sand suddenly slammed against him on a harsh wind that sent the sharp particles abrading his delicate ears and his dry nose. The sand whirled around him with howling winds that came with a crack of thunder. His body shifted slightly and he pried open one eye at the sound of thunder. A.. a storm? Thunder? The wolf shifted slightly and moved his paws down against the hot sands as he forced a gritty eye open wide and stared at the clear blue sky and the sun overhead. Sand whipped past him, carried on the wind and he let out a rough bark before letting his eye shut again. A storm, a damned sand storm. That would be the end of him, buried in a sand storm that would leave no trace of him in this god forsaken desert. Lost to all eternity and-

The thought was lost with a powerful impact that slammed against his side and sent him rolling against the burning sands. The wolf yelped out and writhed as he kicked his legs out to try and get them beneath them. His ears flattened down and his lips twisted backwards in an instinctive snarl as he tried to get his exhausted boy to respond to a threat. He had a moment of seeing something flashing gold and silver in the light before a powerful fore claw slammed down against him and gleaming obsidian talons curled along this stomach. The wolf snapped his fangs against the powerful leg as a wedge shaped head peered down at him with brilliant sapphire eyes. A dragon. A sand dragon. His last thoughts were snatched away as wings blocked out the sun and his body was hauled upwards into the air.

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DJ came awake in the midst of a cool world filled with the sweet scent of water on the air and the world dropping away beneath him. The grip of the powerful fore claw released him as he pried his sandy eyes open and caught a glimpse of glistening water before he crashed into it with a yelp. Cold sweet water washed over his exhausted form while he paddled frantically and kicked for the surface. Water, more water than he had ever dreamed of seeing again lapped around him as his head broke the surface and he gasped in a breath of sweet fresh air. Torches flickered and sent shadows around the pool as he swam desperately for the edge. His claws scrabbled roughly against the rocks before he got his hind legs beneath him and hauled himself up on trembling long legs. His tongue lolled out as his dripping form crouched on a rock.

He didn't even take time to pause to look around the cavern or cave or wherever the hell he was. He plunged his muzzle into the water and sucked in great mouthfuls of it as fast as he could draw it in. He didn't lap it up, he sucked it down like a horse coming to water. It spilled down his parched throat while his legs went weak beneath him. It had seemed as if an eternity had gone by since he'd last tasted water and this.. this was as close to heaven as he could ever imagine finding himself. His overheated body was cooled by the dripping water that flattened his fur and soon his stomach was as full as he could get it with the water. Only then did he become aware of a pile of metallic scales that had situated itself close by.

A sand dragon.. He lifted his head and swallowed roughly as the beast stared at him with a slight tinge of amusement showing on it's long features.

The arrow shaped head was delicately tipped with a wicked looking hooked tip. The gold pebbled scales were marred over with sweeps of silver that formed tiger stripes along the ridge of his back and faded to almost white along the edges of the wings. The beast had his wings folded back neatly and he was coiled up without any hint of aggression as he curled a long forked tail around his haunches. The tip of it brushed against his forelegs and DJ swallowed as he took a step back. The stories of the sand dragons ranged from mildly sinister to downright evil. The beasts lived in places in the desert that no one should have been able to survive. They were a race that had long since held itself aloof of any hint of civilization and were rarely seen.

They would raid caravans for sport and jewels if they were feeling particularly pleasant. They might steal away a donkey or two and be gone, but other times, the tales told of their great wings rousing sandstorms to destroy anyone who passed through their deserts. Others told stories of entire groups disappearing as the dragons drove them too deep in the desert to ever find their way out again. A hundred stories whispered around campfires came to mind as the wolf took a step back and tucked his dripping wet tail down between his legs. The reptilian creature tilted his head so the sapphire eyes flashed in the torch light.

"Oh no, little wolf, I'm not going to eat you if you're afraid of that." The beast's voice came out hissing and almost musical. "I've never seen your kind in my desert and I enjoy the rare and beautiful."

DJ froze at the words that came out in his own native tongue, completely understandable with the slightest hint of a growl beneath them. He flattened his damp ears back and swallowed nervously as the dragon continued to regard him with alien eyes. He kept his tail tucked between his legs before glancing around the room and found himself staring at the rough carved walls of a cave. There were torches fitted into slits, he'd seen those earlier, and several rough carved pieces of furniture scattered around. The floor was marked with claw scrapes in several places, though other parts were worn smooth and there was no hint of natural light. There wasn't even a hint of heat. Instead the air felt cool around him as he backed away from the silver and gold beast.

The dragon continued to watch him step back and then yawned, flashing serrated teeth before standing up with an arching of his back and the mobile edges of his lips curled up in a strange small smile. The long tail flicked back and forth as it advanced on him one step at a time. The wolf turned to bolt, but came up short as he nearly ran headlong into a cave wall.

"Rest, eat, I have little desire for skin and bones and half dead wolf." The dragon used one large paw to send a golden platter towards him. The scent of spiced meat tinged the air even before it came to a stop at his forepaws. "I'm sure we'll have time later to... talk.."

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And the days began to pass with his host feeding him on rich cooked meat, though DJ never saw a hint of anyone else in the caves. The cave with the cool pool of water wasn't where he stayed, but he'd been shepherded into a smaller den that he was allowed to call his own. There was no hint of the desert or natural light, only torches that disappeared and reappeared without any servant seemingly changing them. He was never harmed, never abused, never spoken to harshly. Instead the wolf began to fill out as the privations of the deserts began to fall away and he regained his muscle. His fur had been patchy from the rough winds sands, and it soon began to grow thick and full once more. Even the slashing darkness of his tattoo gleamed with good health.

The drake only visited occasionally and on those times the wolf bristled and felt unease. The massive form was taller than a draft horse with large powerful hind legs and talons that could easily have torn him open. Every inch of him was armored in a mixture of small pebbled scales and broader armor plates that ran along the line of his neck and chest. The sapphire eyes would watch him impassively for a while and study him all over before leaving him trembling on the ground. He was convinced that the visits were to see how he was fattening up. When he grew fat enough, would he be eaten? The dragon never spoke again, not that the wolf could engage him in speech without one of his handlers nearby to speak for him.

He didn't know how long he had spent in the caves. He couldn't judge the days by the sun, he only knew that in time he grew sleek and well furred again. The hardships he had suffered didn't show on his body and he tried to exercise as much as he possibly could within the confines of the cave. He even tried to find a way out, but the twisting paths seemed to have no pattern that he could recognize. And if he wandered to deep the dragon would inevitably find him and herd him back to his area. He was a prisoner, a well tended prisoner, but a prisoner none the less. It all came to a head one evening when he left his small sleeping area to torches illuminating every part of the cavern. The light was nearly bright enough to give an illusion of daylight.

The fur on the back of his neck bristled as he padded past the room with the pool and into a larger alcove that normally was kept lit to allow him enough area to move around freely in. He folded his ears back as the sharp coppery scent of reptile hit his nose, a scent he had come to know well living within the caves. He made his way all the way past the corner before he realized that he was being shadowed but a glittering form. DJ tucked his tail down and stepped back towards the wall as the glittering form of the dragon stepped into view with the sapphire eyes flashing in the bright torch light. The scales flashed gold and silver as the drake dropped his head and fixed one eye on him even as he tried to bolt forward.

"Snow white as the mountains, you've taken my food, my shelter, my rescue.." The drake's voice was a gravelly rumble as DJ swallowed and kept his ears tipped back. "My payment is your service.."

_Service?! What need of a guard does this beast have! _ The wolf dropped his haunches, his tail all but quivering as he tried to keep still.

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It took every ounce of his will power to remain standing in one place as the great head dipped down close enough that the next breath hit him against the chest. It ruffled up his fur and curled along his neck while he did his best to remain still. He was able to see the softer scales along the bridge of the muzzle and all along the forehead. The gold and silver scales blended around the eyes as he whimpered and the nose suddenly pushed against his chest. The hard curve of the muzzle bumped him briefly before the beast moved as swiftly as any striking snake. The long sinuous tail snapped out and cracked against his side as the forced tip twisted itself right beneath his stomach before he belatedly made an attempt to scramble away.

The wolf darted to one side, but the tail tightened itself around him so he was yanked off his paws while he was still scrambling for the exit. The forked tip pressed down along his side as he writhed and snapped his teeth wildly, only to have one of the paws crack down and hit right against the curve of his shoulders so his forepaws splayed against the ground. He scrabbled and twisted madly, but the claws dug in firmly enough that a soft whine spilled past his jaws. The tail didn't relinquish its hold on his haunches, instead it wound itself tighter as his world became obscured by the massive scaled form. The dragon tilted his head down so one sapphire eye faced DJ and he let out a soft growl and curled his lips back. He wasn't going to serve as food for this beast! He would fight until the end of his strength if he had to, but he would not allow himself to be snapped up like a fattened sheep.

"So eager to run away, wolf?" The dragon growled softly and the tongue flickered out to brush right against the edges of his jaw. "Why, you would think you were not grateful for all that I've done for you."

DJ snarled again, and the claws ran along the line of his back in a slow line that tugged and pulled all the way towards his haunches. They raised welts through the thick snowy fur and he twisted to try and lunge himself forward. He didn't care that he was lunging straight towards the dragon's powerful jaws and the sharp serrated teeth. The tail twisted and twined itself right along the curve of his legs so he could barely twitch them. The head moved away from his chest and the fore claw suddenly gave a short hard shove that tipped his balance over. The tail snapped hard and tugged along his hind legs until he hit the ground with a loud oommphing sound. He kicked his hind legs against the ground and his claws scrabbled, but the paw shoved him again and forced him over on his back. The broad clawed toes spread over his chest and pressed down hard enough that his struggles were forced to stop. His forepaws hooked around the ankle as he let out a snarl.

"You ate my food... drank my water, more precious in gold in the desert, you slept in my caves..." The dragon's voice hissed as the wings snapped open to mantle over him. "You have no gold to pay it back, no voice to offer me enlightening conversation, no people to ransom you..."

DJ's snarl grew louder as the paw slipped upwards until it was nearly caught against his throat while the tail looped around one of his legs and gave a short tug. The large drake towered over him and for the first time the wolf found himself staring down the line of the broad chest and the sweep of the belly. The hind legs were spread open wide. He peered down the length of the legs and stared at the slit in the broader scales of the belly where two of them had started to lift up. His eyes snapped open wide and he kicked desperately with his hind legs as a cone shaped tip started to force its out into the light. The glistening glans brought with it the sharp coppery scent of musk on the air as it began to firm up and part the broad scales open wider and wider.

"So you will behave as my servant, my pleasure sssslave." The drake hissed out tauntingly, just as the first syrupy drop of precum oozed out of the tip and splattered down against his belly.

_Pleasure... oh... oh no! I'm not a dragoness! _ The wolf snarled out and snapped his jaws up at the sand dragon. His hind paws kicked out roughly against the inner haunches in an attempt to wiggle his way out from under the forepaw.

The dragon didn't seem bothered by his attempts to get away, if anything the jaws spread in a smile as the forepaw forced him to remain securely pinned on his back and the haunches dropped downwards. The tail slithered free of his haunches as the weight pressed down on him and he was able to peer down his shoulders to see the swollen cock that was pushing out of the sheath. The foreknot slipped free as a spill of viscous precum spilled down onto his own smaller sheath and chest. The sharp scent of male musk filled his muzzle as his hind legs were splayed open by the weight of the haunches pressing down against him.

The next shift of the hips pressed the cock down against his belly and chest. The weight rubbed back and forth lightly so that the glans slipped along his fur while he squirmed against the ground. The ridges along the underside of the shaft started to caress along the side of his sheath as he kicked his hind legs out. They were forced to splay on either side of the powerful scaled haunches while DJ swallowed roughly. It wasn't small, gods, the dragon was huge. The inches pushed out until the thickest portion of the base popped free and rested just above his orbs. The tip dribbled out a continuous drool of precum that soon matted against his fur as the beast started to roll his hips forward and drew back before drawing backwards again. The ridges pulled and caressed against his sheath, slipping over it to jostle the pouch while he squirmed.

He snapped his jaws up at the dragon again, but this time the drake didn't ignore his attack. The great golden and silver head dropped down to snap right against the vulnerable curve of his throat. He yelped out as the teeth clamped down firmly around his neck and gripped just hard enough to force him to hold still. The powerful hips started to roll back and forth steadily, the tugging against his sheath caressed and stroked it. He writhed his hips back and forth to try and get away, only to have the haunches draw backwards and a slippery dollop oozed right over the opening of his sheath. He sucked in a breath as the hot puffs hit against his neck and the slow powerful rolls pulled the ridges against him while the base knot bumped against his round furred orbs.

At first, his own terror and confusion of what was happening helped keep him from feeling the forced pleasure of being stroked. He tried to hold onto it as the pressing warm girth caressed and teased him, stroked and tugged along his sheath. He let out a breathy whimper as the pressure rolled upwards and then dragged back down again. The teeth dug in a bit firmly as he tried to pull his hips away as he was forced to hold still through another stroke that brushed right up over his dark red cock tip. It started to slip outwards inch by slow inch with the grinding pushes of the hips roused him as his own body responded. His paws scrabbled roughly against the scaled chest and he let out a soft growling whine as the next stroke rubbed the ridges over his bare flesh and slipped over his glans so a tremor of pleasure ran through him.

Pleasure was being forced on him as the wings fluttered over his head and then dropped down to mantle to each side. The feel of the body was feverishly hot against him and the next roll forced another whimper past his throat, but not one of protest. His cock pushed out and his hips tensed up instinctively to try and thrust upwards against the swollen black spire that was working over him. The teeth scraped lightly on either side of his neck and then pulled upwards. They ran welts along the skin beneath his thick soft fur and pinched firmly enough that he let out a sharp trembling cry. His hips bucked upwards and he flushed along his ears as he realized his cock was nearly all the way out of his sheath.

He might have even been able to withstand the stimulation if it hadn't been for the fact he'd had no relief in so long. So terribly long. Days, weeks, months, piled on top of one another as the stress of being captured hadn't allowed him to try and enjoy himself even with his own tongue. He was pent up, and the touch kept him on edge as his cock pulsed. He rocked his hips up as the dragon pressed down against him and massaged him with his cock. The slippery dribble of precum coated over his cock making it all the more pleasurable while he let out breathy whimpers to himself. He couldn't even hold those back, not at this point. It was impossible. The ridges teased over him as the drake licked his muzzle and then peered down at him with brilliant glittering eyes.

"Oh, yessss... So eager are you not?" The drake licked his lips and flipped his wings back against his sides before he pulled his haunches backwards.

DJ dared a look down the length of his body and swallowed at the sight of the cone shaped tip that pulled backwards. The fur along his belly was wet and marked with the sharp scents of the drake while he struggled and tried to get out from beneath the powerful weight. The dragon wasn't going anywhere, he wasn't even so much as being rocked back by the shoving forepaws. He only drew his hips back as he stopped crouching and his free forepaw moved down to curl right against the wolf's white hip. The claws dug in firmly and pushed forward so his haunches were rolled upwards. His eyes snapped open wide and he yelped out. He knew what the dragon had and mind, and staring at the powerful girth throbbing along the golden stomach sent a rush of fear through him.

The drake moved a hind foot up and pinned down his tail so his balls and the soft pink bud of his pucker were exposed. He cried out and started to shake as the beast rolled forward so the cone shaped tip slipped down right over the swell of his white balls. The tip dribbled out a thick dollop of precum that made his pucker tighten up. His ears splayed to either side as he felt the glans push forward and catch right against his snug anal ring. Too large, even tapered it was still too large, he writhed and twisted on the ground, but the beast didn't seem to care anything at all for his protests. The gripping paws kept him effectively pinned in place as the muscled haunches rolled forward and a sharp cry burst out of his throat.

The cone shaped tip wedged and shoved forward, the gooey precum smeared along his anal ring and pushed inwards under the powerful thrust of the hips. The walls splayed open wider and wider as his inner walls contracted and clamped down tightly around the girth. Inch by inch it drove forward and forced his haunches in the air as he writhed against the stone floor. His hind paws scrabbled against either side of the powerful scaled body. The inches wedged inwards steadily as his body yawned open into a tight ring to try and accommodate the gleaming obsidian cock that pushed ever inwards. The fore knot slipped in with a lewd popping sound before the ridges started to drive inwards. DJ tried to squirm forward away from it as his body was rapidly stretched to the point that he was terrified that he was about to be broken.

The drake removed his paw from his tail and leaned forward again to nip against the curve of his furred neck. The warm breath tickled against him as another roll of the hips forced another thick inch inwards and tugged along a spot inside of him that made him sharply aware of his cock. It pulsed against his belly and was soon trapped by the scaled form that rocked forward. Slowly the haunches pulled outwards again and the tip sent out another thick dribble of precum into his passage. The plunge forward filled him, stretched him and stuffed him until the precum was forced back outwards. His hind legs splayed open wide as he let out a sharp piercing cry when the next thrust forced the cock all the way into him until the base of his cock pushed up against his obscenely stretched passage.

His inner walls started to contract and squeeze tightly around the girth. He clutched roughly as the ridges rubbed through him and teased along that spot within his body before the drake started to pull out again. The wolf's cock dribbled sprinkles of precum against his belly as the belly scales caressed and stroked upwards. The sand dragon moved from the base all the way to the tip as the base of the cock bucked forward against his pucker again. It wedged forward and then drew out again before he could even get in a solid breath. His forelegs scrabbled against either side of the drake's chest as the teeth finally gripped his neck and the wings flared open again.

DJ's entire body was being pressed down against the ground with enough force that he could barely draw in a breath. It was almost painful as the cock drove into him and the tip seemed to slip almost too deep inside of his body before the pull backwards slipped the ridges from his passage. His walls clamped down harder and he squeezed around the ridges making himself tighter. With a snarl the dragon lunged forward and his muscles tensed up as he forced himself through the contracting muscles and slammed right up to the point that his base knot was grinding and dimpling in his pink pucker. The tight ring was strained open so wide that the muscles protested and the wolf yelped out sharply. It started to ache before the beast pulled back again and that left his own cock taunted and teased.

The body wasn't still, it rubbed and caressed along his cock each time the beast thrust forward. It was compounded by the fact he was spread so far open that he was constantly being rubbed and massaged on the inside. The wolf's toes curled slightly and he let out a high pitched whimper and bucked his hips up against the drake. He couldn't stop himself, not when the reward was a tremor of pleasure and fire that seemed to pour through him. He folded his ears back in humiliation, but still he rolled his hips up in short hard bucks. His breath came in rough puffs as the thrusts came harder and faster against him. The hot dribbles of precum spilled into him, drooling into his body and forced outwards around the turgid flesh.

The thrusts soon became harder and faster, a punishing pace that made his tongue loll out as he struggled to get in each and every breath as fast as he could. He whined under his breath as the driving hips made his cock start to throb faster and harder. He was rocking himself up against the belly leaving his own dribbles of precum as the cock slammed forward and the bulging base wedged up against his passage. It started to strain the walls open wider and wider, his walls contracted and clamped down as the ridges plunged in and out with lewd slick noises. They were forcing the precum out in a slippery mess that marred his inner thighs. The wolf's forepaws scrabbled and gripped down against the chest more firmly as the muscled haunches suddenly drove forward hard enough that they forced a cry out of his throat.

The tip was starting to swell open as the base wedged and pushed harder and harder. The walls were being pried apart by the thickness of the base before he could try to wriggle away. His cock throbbed along his belly as inch by inch he started to spread in a wide ring around the swelling bulb. The dragon released his neck and snarled out a curse as he forced himself forward. The white wolf's breath came out in harsh pants before his eyes snapped open wide and the powerful haunches slammed forward with a lewd squelching noise. His cock throbbed along his belly as the knot sank inside of him and almost immediately the dragon started to pull backwards again. It tugged along his body while his cry came out sharp and high pitched.

DJ didn't know if it was pain or pleasure that was rolling through him, he only knew that his heart was hammering against his chest as the dragon's short thrusts tugged and pulled along the knot time and again. The ridges became more defined within his passage and caressed over him, while the fore knot thickened itself up. The wolf snapped his jaws shut and let out a harsh yelping cry as his walls were being stretched open wider and wider. Straining to the point he was sure he was about to be torn instead of taking another thick inch of girth. Even through it, his cock started to thick and the edges of his sheath pushed down lower as his knot formed.

His paws dug roughly against the edges of the powerful haunches before he let out a strangled cry as his cock started to pulse faster and harder against his white furred belly. His aching balls drew up tight between his legs before the first hot spill of his seed was forced out of his cock. It spilled out in hot rushes that splattered along the curve of his belly as the dragon's short thrusts forced his body to remain on that peak. His knot swelled almost painfully wide and it rubbed right along the curve of the belly. He smeared the cum along the silver and gold scaled belly as his shaking legs tried to brace himself, not that he was able to prepare himself.

The dragon gave one final drive before the cock started to throb along his passage, the ridges rubbing along him as the beast snarled out. The first fiery hot rush of cum erupted from the tip and spilled into his passage. The hot thick seed splashed deeper and deeper into his body as the heavy beast pressed down against him. The knots locked him in place as he contracted and caressed around the ridges as the tip drooled thick heavy ropes into his body. The fore knot refused to let any of the seed escape as he whined out and gave a weak shove of his paws against the dragon's hind quarters. A few pressured blasts of seed more than filled the wolf up, but the dragon didn't stop there, not in the least. He was made for a far larger mate to take his seed.

DJ began to tremble as the cum flooded him so deeply he felt as if he should be able to taste it as it poured into him. His silken walls squeezed and milked around the beast as his own cock continued to dribble cum against his belly and chest fur. The drake's snarl warned him when he tried to wriggle away, instead he was forced to hold still as he felt his stomach straining open. It was too much, and his body tried to make room for it by stretching his stomach open wider and wider. The skin grew taut until a paunch formed along his lower belly right along the line of his sheath. He gave a twitch of his hind legs and panted shallowly as the thick goopy seed finally started to taper off, though it was little relief seeing as he was firmly tied to the great drake. Their loins pressed snugly together until there was no chance he could escape.

"Rrrrr as lovely as I had assumed, my wolf.." The drake rumbled softly and lifted his head, though his sides belled out with rough short breaths. "Do not worry, I am sure you will come to.. enjoy your service at my hands.."

DJ had no idea how he would have answered if he could have. He only knew the pounding of his heart against his chest and the lingering feel of pleasure that started to slide through him.

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The sound of wings rang through the caverns and sent waves of air whistling through the tunnels as DJ relaxed with his muzzle resting on his forepaws. He lifted his ears up at the familiar sound of talons on the stone floors. The wolf's tail slowly wagged and he lifted his head so the heavy gold collar jingled where the jewels hung down along his pale white fur. He heaved himself up to all fours just as the drake clattered into the hall and he saw a flash of gold and silver. It had been days since he'd last seen his Master. The drake had taken off with barely a word, though the wolf rarely questioned where the drake went anymore. It wasn't his place to question it. Not that he could talk, but he could make himself known in other ways when there was a need.

It had been nearly a year since he had been rescued, and in that time he had come to enjoy his place at the dragon's side. He had protested at first, snarled and fought, but over time the dragon had coaxed him into responding. The protests and snapping of his teeth had been ignored, instead the drake had schooled him in being in the drake's service. The forceful touches of the tongue or teeth could rouse him to passion just as easily. His will power had slowly slipped away under the continued assaults that were peppered with finely prepared food and gifts that were given to him almost at every turn. A gold collar, gold tail cuffs, gems, a fine thick bed, gifts that were meant to tease him and lower his guard.

He wagged his tail a bit faster as Master's large form sauntered in, still hot from the desert suns and sand cascading along the curve of his haunches. He trotted forward with his ears up as the beast tilted his head down and the sapphire eyes watched him from over something gripped loosely in the powerful maw. DJ wrinkled his nose back at the harsh feline scent on the air and backed away with a low growl before the beast snorted in amusement. He continued on towards the pools leaving the wolf to skulk behind sneezing the scent of hot sand and cat out of his muzzle. He gave himself a shake as he watched the drake settle down beside the pool and drop his burden.

"You will see to his care, I trust you'll behave admirably." The golden drake swung his head with a snort towards the wolf.

DJ gave his head an awkward nod of ascent as he stared at the vibrant orange and black feline that was stirring against the rocks. The tiger was wearing barely a loincloth and his ribs were showing beneath the smooth pelt. The wolf cocked his head as the drake gave an expansive yawn and stretched his broad wings up above his body. He didn't say another word as he padded out of the room and towards the deepest parts of the cave. The wolf peered after the dragon and whined out softly before looking back at the groaning tiger that had been dumped at his paws. Another servant for the dragon, plucked from the sands and punishing sun. How lucky for them!