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"Mmm..yess. More, pet.."

The sapphire-scaled form twirled in the middle of the room, a ribbon of silk flowing as it did. One end of the ribbons were attached to each wrist, while the other ends were attached to the silver chain that the light-blue dragon called a belt. Beyond that, as well as the silver necklace that he wore, the dragon was bare, showing the lighter blue scales along his chest, tailing down to his groin. With a slow arch of his hips he jutted his proudly swollen sheath, impressive even for a dragon, out towards the throne. The tail behind the dancer swayed in a seductive, sultry rhythm to some unheard music, the tip adored with a single silver ring, glimmering in the air, accenting his scales perfectly in the dim light. Two emerald eyes gazed out from the drake towards the throne, to the sound of a content, rumbling murr.

Seated in the large, finely-crafted obsidian throne was a single, large dragon, leaned down against one of the padded arms of the seat. Clad in only a silken red cloth draped over the groin of an obviously male bulge, the large deep crimson dragon licked his lips at the show, one paw sliding down to rub against the growing bulge under the simple loincloth he wore. "Very nice. my boy...you're truly my best..though not perfect. Yet." With a grin the dragon leaned back, dark eyes gazing the boy over, locking onto his crotch.

For his part, the dragon didn't know what the lord meant by his statement. Lord Jerrin was always an enigmatic one, in every sense of the word. He never went out to see the people he lorded over, always letting his regents do the work. He never ate a full meal, insisting more on simple snacks of fruit from his castle's orchards. And on top of that, he, unlike the greater part of his court, didn't enjoy the pleasures of a female under him. He was one of the few who took great delight in lifting the tails of other male dragons and lording over their bodies the most carnal way possible. Not that any of them minded in the end, for each male that had experienced their lord's full glory soon was begging on his knees to stay at the castle and serve.

Some would give up everything they had, their former jobs and lives, to join the ranks of Lord Jerrin's personal guard. Though the crimson dragonlord was selective, always picking out the single ones who could serve him, and wouldn't take anything away from his kingdom. Those that would be better off with his guard anyway. Better off clad in a suit of silver armor, studded with rubies. Accenting their own forms, with only a simple silk drape over their front and nothing covering their rump. Just the way he liked it. They were his harem, taken and converted into being his personal servants, his guards, his friends, his advisors, and his lovers.

The sapphire before him ground against the air a few more times before the heavy oak door to the chambers opened, closing a few moments afterwards as one of the inner guard, the silver-clad form of a hunter-green dragon walked in, heading right for the lord, not even noticing his entertainment. With every step the muscled form of the guard flexed, tensing, kept in perfect shape. Almost too perfect. The dragonlord's inner guards had bodies most bodybuilders would kill for. Jerrin looked up to him with a raise of one of his scaled brows; the dancer looked to his bare rump with a raise of his scaled sheath. As each of the firm, scaled cheeks tensed, that tail swayed, teasingly blocking the view of the guard's treasures.

"Lord Jerrin, the scouts have returned back from the Somaroc Forest. They say that the legends were true and that there are numerous bronze pillars towering between the trees from the underbrush." The guard reported, dilligently, as if nothing was going on but the professional reporting that he was ordered to give. Jerrin simply nodded, leaning back on his throne, licking his muzzle.

"Good, prepare my entourage. I want to see this place for myself. Until then, wait in my bedchambers." He rumbled out deeply, his dark eyes gleaming in the dim candlelight of his private throne room back towards the sapphire drake. "I do believe this one shows quite a bit of potential." With a nod the deep green guard turned, making his way over to one of the ornatly-carved oak doors at the side, slipping through it and closing behind him with the audible click of a lock. The sapphire drake gulped some as he watched, turning back to see the dragonlord rising from his throne with a deep, seductive purr rising from his chest. "I don't have a sapphire scale in my guard yet, you know. I always did admire the shimmering scales of a gemstone, especially a blue one."

The sapphire drake looked up, at least a foot, to the taller crimson, blushing deeply, turning his cheeks a violet shade for a moment before his chin was cupped in a large paw, pushed upwards tenderly. Before the dancer could even ask a question a warm tongue slipped along his cheek, seeming to lick all of his cares away, blanking his mind and making him melt against the dragonlord. "Your name, cute one?" The only words whispered from his muzzle as he stared into the entertainer's eyes, clouding over with that familiar haze.

"S..Silmilon, m'lord." The drake gulped as he said his name, his body feeling warm, like it was clad in the winter clothes he walked into this castle in. Those thick, woolen coats that were so abundant about the cities, shed quickly in favor of this seductive outfit to tempt the dragonlord. Tempt him for this chance. All he had to call his own was one cottage out on the fringes of the city, and a mediocre business of trading goods between different vendors. Something that he could hardly do for much longer without scuffing a few scales in the process. Thus the chance, coming to the castle and asking for an audience with the king. Thank the gods of fate that he was in a good, receptive mood today..

Jerrin simply smirked, nodding as he leaned back up to his towering height, giving a soft growl down to the drake. "Silmilion, a proud name. You came here to hope to join the ranks of the castle guard, but..." He trailed off, making the blue dragon closed is eyes tightly for that blow he knew would come. That rejection back into hassling through the open markets of the city, of the screaming vendors and the whining children. The smell of burning wood of the fires that lit the way at night, and the sight of customers and sellers alike drawing swords to decide upon a price for an apple. No wonder the city guard stayed away from the place.

Every thought that rushed through his mind only took but two simple seconds, drawing it out in the expanse of his thoughts before the dragonlord smirked. "But, I find that you have too much potential to be wasted upon some simple guard standing out in the sun. You'd fit in much better in my personal entourage." He licked his muzzle again, one paw resting down onto Silmilon's chest, talons tracing out the slight definition of the muscles underneath the scales as it traveled lower and lower, bringing a soft murr from the drake. "How would you like to be one of my personal guards, Silmilion? A chamber in this castle, and a new destiny for you that shows a glittering promise?"

In a single moment Sil was about to whimper, so expecing that rejection, before his emerald eyes blinked. Not once, not twice, but the entire way as he turned his gaze up to the dragonlord. "Y..You're personal guard? I..I..." He shuddered, his breath caught in his throat. Partially from the sudden surprise at being offered such a position in the castle, one that is coveted and respected by the entire kingdom. Partially from Jerrin's paw having slid down and grasped at the sapphire's swollen sheath, kneading and rubbing with a hearty purr from the lord's chest. "It..it would be an honor, m'lord." His breath failed him as another squeeze was given. A squeeze from a male..no..The male of this kingdom!

For as long as Sil could remember, all he wanted in life was enough money to get by and enjoy life. And the occassional dragoness from the quarter, those heaving breasts underneath him as he slammed his pride harder and harder, getting all sorts of growls and cries to echo through the air as he took out his lusts upon her body. But now those thoughts were changing just as quickly as he could imagine them in his mind. That emerald dragoness beneath him, moaning out as her paws gripped the floor underneath them, balling them into fists and tugging up the black rug, holding it for dear life, now coupled with a new sensation in his body. Not just the sensation of taking that soaked slit underneath him, his cock pounding with a wet slurch everytime he thrust to the hilt in her clenching cunt, but now the sensation of the roles reversed. His own entrance taken, pounded into and stretched around a cock, hammering into his tailhole without a stitch of mercy within its intentions.

Before he knew it his mind's fantasies were seeming to come true, but in the most delicious way possible. His toned form was pushed back onto the gold-trimmed crimson rug draped in the middle of the chamber, with the dragonlord towering over him. That paw was still kneading at his sheath, making the deep blue length of his cock slide out at the eager attentions. Two scaled digits moved down, tenderly stroking along Sil's balls before they turned, trailing upwards and running along the underside of the exposing dragonhood growing proudly before them. Sil barely noticed the crimson cloth getting tossed to the side, resting on the black marble floor while the dragonlord leaned up and robbed his aching cock of those two fingers. In return, it gave him the view of the most glorious thing he had ever seen. The massive ebony pillar that the dragonlord prided himself on, towering from the thick sheath at least a good foot and a half. Paws crossed over Jerrin's chest with a smirk and a deep growl while the sapphire drake was caught staring, eyes wandering down to the twin orbs, each the size of a large, ripe grapefruit, contained in that matte scaled pouch.

For his part, Sil was locked in his fantasy, just now there was a form to put to the thrusting sensation behind him. Those dark eyes staring into his, sucking him in while the fat onyx cock pounded a new soul into his body, filling his deepest recesses with that blessed dragonhood. Taking him like a female, but so blissfully, his tail raising to accept each grunted pound. Those grunts in his thoughts were broken quickly by the soft, sultry voice of the dragonlord, one of the crimson paws sliding down to gently grasp one of Sil's wrists.

"Touch it." Those two simple words in that ever-commanding tone, more then enough reason for him to give into his fantasies, his paw moving of its own accord and resting against the side of that towering cock. The paw was warm, heated by the drake's arousal, something Jerrin prided himself on being able to stoke inside of each of his new guards. That burning fire within each of their bodies, the controlled, repressed inferno of lust, capable of burning a simple fur down into a growling mass of jerking muscles and muffled grunts without a single thought present. A flame that had consumed the cute little drake beneath him as that paw stroked tenderly along the side of his impressive length, his muzzle leaning forward, getting a closer look. With each throb of his heartbeat, Jerrin's length seemed to jump against the paw stroking along it, eagerly accepting each touch of scales on bare, stiffened muscle.

Without even needing to be given the order from the dragonlord, Sil leaned his muzzle forward, giving a soft lick along the underside of the length. One long, slow drag of his tongue along the turgid flesh from the scaled sheath up to the tip, only slightly tapered as it was, only accenting the blissful girth of the cock. Jerrin simply grinned, looking down at the sapphire muzzle rubbing itself against the side of his shaft, eager for more and more already, without even getting a taste of his lord's essence on his tongue. Every soft lap of the tongue along the tip of that cock made it throb all the more, quickly losing its restraint in holding back from inducting the new guard. Sil was a natrual, the tongue twirling around the ridge of his ebony member, then sliding up to give a few quick licks at the tip before moving back down, slurping down one side and returning up along the opposite in the same way. Each lap made the young drake's mind fog over more and more into his fantasy

Soon enough that fantasy was broken, Sil's tongue lapping into the air aimlessly as he was pushed back and down onto the rug again, the crimson drake kneeling down onto the fabric between his spread sapphire legs. The emerald eyes of the dragon could barely open to look up at the massive ebony cock before it clicked what was about to happen. The fantasy was going to come true, more and more as large paws grasped his thighs and tugged the drake upwards. Soon the dragonlord's cock slipped down out of view with a soft, momentary whimper from Sil's muzzle as he was robbed of the sight. Both emerald eyes closed while the deep, abyssal ones stared down at the drake, paws sliding up along his thighs to rest onto the sapphire chest underneath, kneading and massaging slowly. It was all to relax the drake while the broad tip of his cock pressed down underneath his rump, finding the tight, tender tailhole with ease and letting the slick nectar seeping from his tip lube it up. Sil's mind was lost in the blissful pleasure, each nerve in his scaled body registering nothing but bliss.

Even when those crimson-scaled hips rolled forward, impaling the sapphire's tight hole onto his thick length. Slowly, gently sliding his length inside Sil's tight, clenching hole. Every inch he pushed his cock deeper into his new guard brought another growl of approval from Jerrin, his tail swaying behind him slowly. His eyes were locked down onto Sil's face, watching that expression of sudden pain, overtaken by blissful pleasure as he was filled, stuffed full of the first cock his virgin tailhole ever took. Each soft whimper of ecstacy as his hole was stretched out wider then ever, only to let out a sudden, piercing howl as Jerrin's hips rammed forward, plowing his entire cock into the drake's welcoming hole. The silken tunnel clenched, milking Jerrin's cock within its embrace, the dragonlord keeping himself hilted snugly inside of him, not willing to move to let go of that sinful sensation of having a hot tailhole wrapped snug around his pride. Both of the lord's wings draped out, curling around both of them as he gave a slight grind against Sil's hole, the heavy balls resting against the underside of his tail. The stuffed drake simply groaned, eyes opening, glazed over and rolled back as he savored the sensations shooting up his spine, warming his entire body with the dragonlord's pleasure.

Soon enough that massive shaft began to pull back, inch after inch tugging back, pulling the hot walls of Sil's cavern with them with a sweet moan from the drake underneath. Slowly, bit by bit, until Jerrin's hips shifted and his withdrawl stopped with just the fat tip inside, plugging his hole wide. "Mmr...that's it. Just take it all in.." Jerrin's growl rushed over the sapphire's face before that first thrust came, steady and deep, pulling out moments afterwards. Soon both dragons were moving in that ancient rhythm, the crimson rocking his hips forward as his cock pierced into the blue, filling his entrance wide and claiming his body fully. Each thrust brought a wanton moan from the drake's muzzle, drifting through the air, sweet music to Jerrin's ears as he kept up his solid, pounding thrusts.

Every growl that the dragonlord gave to signal that his cock was buried into Sil's treasure also signaled another change. With each rock of the smaller drake's form he was growing a bit larger, the muscles underneath his scales bulking up a bit, strengthening and tensing. It was like every thrust signaled another day gone by with the sapphire drake working out in one of the gym's out in the city, buffing his form up more and more. Jerrin looked down, licking his muzzle with a hungry growl as the sapphire scales shimmered a bit brighter, like they were now made of the gemstone they were colored after, glistening in the candlelight. Sil was unaware of any of the changes, still focused solely onto the loud sounds of scales slapping scales, the unending thrusts of the dragonlord into his tight hole, plowing a new form into him. One more fitting of a personal guard, bulked up like the dark emerald dragon that had come through earlier, proud to show off what he had.

His body wasn't the only thing that was changing from each thrust, as Sil soon let out a loud moan, eyes shooting wide as he looked down between the two dragons. The drake watched in mixed shock and fascination as his blue-scaled balls, bouncing with each ramming pound, were swelling, growing in size. Growing in proportion to his enlarging sheath! His cock was fattening, towering out from his scaled covering in rapid jerks as Jerrin's thrusts grew more and more furious, the tip seeping his clear nectar, much more then he ever remembered producing even with that dragoness servicing him. Jerrin's body shifted, leaning up more, wings snapping out fully, and with a sudden gasp from Sil the sapphire drake found his paw on that growing cock, stroking it, milking its growth out. Jerrin caressed the deep blue length in perfect time to his thrusts, pulling it up some to show Sil the full size, almost as impressive a specimen of male dragon as his own shaft that was burrowing into the depths of the blue drake's soul.

Any pretense of the coupling being a controlled, measured one quickly went away, however, as Jerrin began throwing his weight into his thrusts. With each battering ram against his tailhole Sil was pushed forward on the rug, his legs spread out wide, quickly grabbed by the dragonlord's paws and hefted up. Now with the way clear to fuck his new guard deeper and harder with his legs held out he roughly pounded his full length up that silken, clenching tailhole that was clinging to him like he was sure Sil would be once their first coupling was over. The heavy crimson orbs slapped loudly against Sil's rump and tail each time his lord thrust hard and smooth into his hole, slowly churning, beginning to show the first signs of the dragon's oncoming torrent. It wouldn't be long now until he sealed in the sapphire's desires fully into his body, showing the youthful drake a new side of pleasures entirely.

Jerrin's thrusts came harder and harder, rougher and deeper, plowing himself with abandon into Silmilon's body now, passing the edge of any return. There was no choice now but to do what the blue drake was softly whimpering for him to do, each whine rising up with a single word upon it. Cum. Something Jerrin was more then eager to do already, his large paw sliding down, cupping his guard's heavy balls and giving them a quick, rough fondling to the churning orbs.

That touch is all it took for the sapphire to let out a loud roar, shaking through the chamber like a small earthquake had gone off on that rug as thick, pearly jets of his essence began to spurt up high from his cock, arcing in the air only to come back and land upon his muscled chest, splattering over the scales. Jerrin watched with a proud look in his eyes as he kept up his thrusts, snarling as Sil's tailhole tightened like a vice around his cock, a hot vice of velvet and silk. This drake truly had a tailhole born to get taken over and over, savored like the precious treasure it was, and Jerrin was going to make sure it was his for eternity. With a triumphant roar the dragonlord joined Sil in the sinful, carnal crest, bursting hot, thick jets of his seed deep into the formerly virgin tail. With every rush of liquid heat rolling into his body, Sil tightened, tensed, his body locking itself in place as a muscled, hung guard of Lord Jerrin, to serve his whims and his deepest desires.

But all too soon all the rush of that single coupling was too much for Sil, as in the middle of Jerrin's raging flood of seed the sapphire drake slumped back onto the rug, arms draping out to either side and his eyes closing lazily. With a few more thrusts the dragonlord finally spent his entire load into the changed blue dragon, grinding into his hole leisurely to enjoy it one more time. One more time before he pulled out, licking his muzzle eagerly.

"Definitly going to enjoy his tail on a regular basis.." Slowly Jerrin leaned back on his knees, his ebony tower shimmering, and the sound of a moaned grunt coming from the side door.

"Mmhh..as shall I, sir." There stood a deep, amythyst dragon, leaning back against the wall, the silk covering of his sheath pulled back and his deep violet, almost black cock being furiously stroked in his paw.

"Hmph. You'll get your chance Dante. Let's get him some new armor first. We've got a trip to make tomorrow.."