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The take-over had been swift if anything... Disorganization fell beneath his determination, and though the might of what seemed like so many could have easily struck him down alone, by the time he decided to strike, he wasn't alone. It seemed as if armies of untapped resources rose to fight, unified under one banner, and though it took many years, he managed to conquer all and make it bow to his claws alone. The other dragons back home would eventually give him the honor he deserved. The conquering of a planet, no matter what, is still a big thing. He strode back in to his main hall. His skills of translation... Speaking the language of all of the creatures and bringing them together was a skill he did not take lightly. His new home... His new planet wouldn't have been built without it. He would never underestimate it. Those who stayed in his place with him were most loyal to him, each one swearing their soul to him, and susceptible to any of his whims. His needs were met by these servants, which were comprised of many different species. But in the end, he slept all the more sound because of them, and because of that, the dragon was content with ensuring that each and every one of them had a good life when they weren't taking care of him... He was a brutal leader, but didn't lack the compassion that kept him safe from his own subjects. And yet, there will always be dissent among the populace. And that is where this story begins.

The big brown bear walked through the curtains to his den after another day of serving Tyrrin, trying to hide from his mate of years. How he got here, he'll never know. This building wasn't his den... It was hardly a place for a bear like him and his mate, the walls incapable of mimicking the forest he came from. He sneaked into the washing room, nosing at the water, trying to get it as cold as possible, as quickly as possible to hide the evidence of his day. And he was excited until he heard her padding toward him, his claw barely touching the water. He plunged into the tub of water, rolling quickly to wet his fur before pulling his head up. "Ardal, why didn't you tell me you were in?" "I... I thought you were asleep. I didn't want to bother you." His tongue practically slipped over the lie as he hoped his fur washed out the scent... And the... Well... Don't want to think of that, right? He waited a moment, his furry ears perked up slightly above the waterline. He waited for her to pad away, but it never happened. Instead she waited outside, her breathing slow and even. When she finally spoke, he heard the tones of disappointment overlaid in her voice. "You really have been picking up on other animals, haven't you? You think I can't smell the musk on you? And when the hell have I ever been asleep when you come home? Now the truth. What the hell happened?" He felt the fur on his snout get really hot, practically shaking in embarrassment. And it got worse as he heard her come in to the washroom, claws clicking and scratching against the stupid tile. He pulled himself out of the water, the strands of cum still stuck to his body as he stood before his mate, who looked angry, but then calmed down almost immediately. "Ardal... The rumors are true, then?" Ardal nodded his brown furry face up and down slowly, eyes burning. His mate walked over to him, nuzzling his face, worry in her eyes. "I thought you were just supposed to make him food... How did this happen?" He felt a growl in the back of his throat, but suppressed it. "Apparently, eating is a turn on to him, and afterward he demands that I give him release. I had that dirty dragon's cock rutting against me over and over again, and when I tried to get away from him, he pressed me into the ground. I thought I was going to die... I thought I was going to die. Then he growled, pushed me against the ground even harder and let his seed spray all over me. He wouldn't even let me wash off. Told me that it was supposed to show you that I am loyal to him first, then you. I'm... I'm... I'm going to kill him. I'm going to ruin him, and he won't even see it coming... He has no clue what I can..." The blood fell faster to the floor than Ardal did, his mate's claws going through his face before he could see it coming. "Stop talking like that. You know what happens to the species that went against him. It is fine, hun. You know I come first, right? And I know that. We'll get out of here as soon as possible. Simple, alright? And he doesn't pick you to cook every day, right? So you probably won't even see him again. Just clean up and get some food and come to bed with me." And with that, she left the room and went back towards the kitchen. He picked himself off of the floor, and fell back into the tub, completely disgraced. But as he sank back in, the blood turning the water red, he knew he wouldn't let it go. And he even knew how to do it...

Ardal woke up and practically knew that he was going to be called on again, and started cooking early. When he got the news that he was to go before Tyrrin, he couldn't have been happier, his heart skipping a few beats. But as he got close to the doors he started shaking ever so slightly, knowing full well what would happen if he failed. But that was when he reminded himself... He no longer cared. The platters were brought in behind him, one after another until even Tyrrin himself was surprised. But then he dismissed all of the other servants and when the doors closed, Ardal was alone with the large dragon once again. Everything was quiet until Tyrrin started laughing, each one hurting Ardal's sensitive ears. "Look at that face. That cut is huge... She didn't take well to my cum, hmmm? It's almost a shame... She's going to be very upset again tonight, won't she?" "Yes, my liege." "Is that all? Talk to me... I want to know. I want to remember it when I use your body to please myself again." "Fuck off. You really hurt my relationship by doing that." The dragon sat back on his haunches, looking almost thoughtful, before taking the few steps towards the platters of food. "Well then... I suppose she wasn't quite worth being your mate if she can't even understand that you had no choice. Perhaps I did you a favor, you know." "I... I know... I thought about it a lot last night while I tried to sleep. And to be honest, it made me realize my place here. I... I will cook for you. But from here on out, I want to please you and only you. It's also why I made the food I did today. It has an aphrodisiac in it that will make you even more willing to share your seed with me, my liege." Tyrrin stopped where he was and turned to face the bear. There was a moment of quiet, one too long as Ardal started to shift uneasily, interested to see if the dragon would bite, but worried about what would happen if he didn't. When at last the dragon began to speak, Ardal almost jumped, his ears flattening some to tune out the sound. "I didn't mean to ruin your relationship, of course. I suppose I got too excited yesterday. If you want, I will even go personally and apologize." "The damage has been done, and really, I don't want her anymore. She has made her point, and that is final. If something as simple as this can make her not want me, then I don't need her." "I see. Well... Don't you think that giving yourself to me may not quite be the solution? I mean... The idea of having someone willing to give themselves to me isn't just turning me on... It is intriguing me. If you noticed, there isn't any of my breed on this planet. It does get lonely, to be honest. But I want you sure that you want me and not some other bear at this point." Ardal couldn't believe what he was hearing, almost laughing before he caught himself. Did the dragon actually expect him to have pity? And was he asking him to be a mate to a dragon? Pathetic. Ardal began to smile, but caught himself, instead nuzzling his furry face against the dragon's bulging slit, coaxing the dragon's thick muscle that he remembered all too well to push its way out and to the floor, musk and heat hitting the bear all at once. "Eat, my liege. I'll pleasure you as your belly starts to sink to the floor from all of the food." Ardal looked with interest as the dragon started leaking pre on the floor, the pre mixing with the natural lube that was dribbling down his already hardened cock. The dragon began picking at the food after sniffing it a few times, entire platters gone in just a few bites, the dragon's tail starting to rock back and forth in excitement and happiness. Ardal felt almost sick, the thick scent of the dragon's cock getting stuck in his nose, making him want to gag, but he kept rubbing his snout against the large muscle, taking more care as the dragon started to rut his cock against the ground a little, the dragon starting to breathe heavily, about half the food already gone. Ardal backed away from the dragon, noting with interest as the dragon's belly began to sag to the ground. The dragon took notice of Ardal off to the side, and the bear could already see the dragon's eyes changing a little, desperation marked in his features. "It's probably best that you stay over there. I'm surprised at how potent this stuff is. I might hurt you at this rate... And I really wouldn't want that." "It's fine, my liege. Look how pent up you are... And you haven't even finished yet, have you?" "I don't know if I can finish it, to be honest... You made so much." "I know you can finish it. You know you want it. Don't pretend you don't. You want to be a big dragon, and you want something to pleasure you. Finish the food and give yourself what you wanted." Even as the bear spoke, the dragon dug his claws into the ground, rutting even harder against the ground, both his slit and the tip of his cock dribbling more now, the beast clearly losing restraint as he brought even more into his maw, swallowing it practically without chewing. Ardal looked on grinning as he saw his plan working... As the dragon finished the meal, his belly had already expanded quite a bit. And well, the food was making him uncontrollably horny. Soon, he would be addicted, only able to eat and please his cock, and then, Ardal would end the dragon, and there would be nothing the dragon could do. Suddenly, the bear was snapped out of his daydreaming, the dragon having finished his food and writhing wildly against the ground, his tail up, but the tip of his tail began rubbing over his thickened shaft, the scaled beast unable to control his body. Ardal looked in disdain at the very red cock, pulsing so hard he could see it from where he stood. The dragon was close, and he could see it. Suddenly, the dragon shot a look at Ardal, rising back on his haunches. "You want to please me? Hurry, you dirty bitch. I'm so fucking close... I want your tongue to finish it off." Ardal backed up a little in surprise, thinking quick, but seeing little alternative if he wanted his plan to work. The bear could see the dragon holding back the built up seed, the cock very flared, and bigger than the bear remembered it. He strode up to it, licking the tip very rapidly, trying not to taste it. Ardal watched on as the dragon's claws flayed, a growl reverberating through the room. Finally, when Ardal thought he was going to be sick, the dragon's tip flared even more, throbbing heavily, covering his brown fur in thick dragon cum, the next shot going over him and shooting feet away, the dragon thrusting in time with each shot until it stopped as a dribble, the dragon wiping his tip on the bear, then rolling on his side, paw over his big belly, snoring. Ardal looked over the mess, the dragon's seed leaving a trail that led to the opposite wall, almost touching it, strangely impressing even Ardal. He tried shaking out the excess from his fur, and left the dragon's room as quietly as possible, intent on washing off before going home this time.

Despite having to spend an hour washing off, Ardal slept well that night knowing that everything was going well for him, and that everything was going according to plan. But when he woke up late in the morning, he started to worry. Why hadn't he been called on today? He paced the tile of his house, getting increasingly annoyed at the noise his claws made against the tile, wondering what had made everything fall apart. Hours passed as the restless bear felt his adrenaline going, worried about having been found out somehow. It wasn't until the sun began to go down that he was called on, surprised, but excited, even though he was about to sleep himself. He followed the guards to the dragon's chambers this time, surprised a little that he didn't have to go to the kitchen or anything. But as he got closer and closer to the dragon's room, he began to pick up on the strong scent of the dragon's musk, and began shifting uneasily, realizing what he was brought for. As Ardal walked in, he could barely see, unable to adjust to the poor lighting. The light fire going on in this room was nothing compared to the electric lights he had come to know and hate. But as his eyes adjusted, he noticed the sounds of light moaning and gasping coming from one of his sides, and even he gasped as he slowly realized what he was looking at. The floor was littered with turned over trays and carts, large platters strewn everywhere. And beyond them all was Tyrrin, lying on his back, thrusting into the air madly, his cock arcing over his huge belly, the scales barely able to extend to support the roundness. The dragon's musk was thick in the air, even Ardal starting to find it making his own member stir, as he couldn't help but look at Tyrrin's large draconic cock. The dragon's large bulbous base was throbbing, the veins thick and protruding, while below the knot was a golden ring, seeming almost too small for the muscle as Ardal turned his attention to the tip, drooling cum all over the dragon's belly as he thrust and rubbed his cock, the huge dragon clearly close to relieving himself soon. It wasn't until much later that Ardal noticed Tyrrin looking at him, satisfaction written all over his features. The dragon himself looked truly vicious now in some ways. Somehow, even beyond the massive belly and shaft the dragon sported, he simply seemed bigger. The room seemed far too small in comparison. The dragon slowly rolled himself over, the swollen gut spilling over the ground, now reflecting the light of the room off of it. Streaks of the beast's pre coated the rounded form, his shaft swollen over it and nearly at his chest. As he lay there, one of his forepaws went to slowly rub himself. It was a truly paced, measured stroke, but even with that, it was only a testament to how long he must've been doing it. Each long stroke caused another streak across his body. With each one of those streaks, his body moved along with it, a tension written into his form even when he relaxed. Lust burned in the dragon's eyes as he looked over the bear, and with a long sensual stroke of his shaft, his body shaking slightly.

"Good evening, my bear... It's been a long day without you. Where were you all day?"

"Why didn't you call on me sooner? I was ready and willing, simply waiting on your call."

"Waiting on my call?" the dragon said with a large feral smile coming to his snout. "Why were you waiting on my call? In fact, why did you leave at all? I expected to wake up to a bear by my side. Instead, I woke up alone."

Almost immediately, the bear felt a slight turn for the worst. By his calculations, the dragon would be a slave to his own pleasure, ignoring anything but the touch of his shaft and the need for more of the food. And yet, here he was in front of him, surprisingly rational. A few waves of panic swept over him as he tried to do something, anything to keep up with the dragon.

"But, my lord. You never willed it. You slept, and I wished not to offend you by keeping myself in your presence."

"Ah... If that is all... Then by all means, this won't bother you at all..."

Almost immediately, the bear felt two others grab him, one quickly patting him down, taking from him the knife he always carried on him, the one he intended to take the dragon's life with. Despair started to come to him now, especially as the dragon leaned in, still not able to take his paw off of that large monolith, his hindlegs spreading some with this stroke as a blast of pre splattered over the guards and the bear.

"You see... I had this terrible thought... What if you were just trying to finish me off? And I thought about the food and what it was doing, and it led me to this odd thought that you were hoping it would be enough to leave me vulnerable. Unfortunately, dragons aren't quite built the way other creatures are... We're known for our lusts. We know how to enjoy them without losing our mind. Was that what you were intending?"

"No, my liege, I wasn't!"

"Then why don't you enjoy some of it, too?"

"I can't! It'll..."

The guards took hold of him all the tighter as another pair of guards came around, this time rolling out a table with more of the food on it, the bear's eyes opening wide as he saw the amount there.

"Something tells me that you don't want to be mine..."

The words struck him in the worst way, his blood running cold. The bear knew his time had come. One way or another, he had to eat the food. But his mind started reasoning. He could make it through the lust. If the dragon could do it, so could he. He pulled himself away from the guards and dug his paws in, letting his own dish slide down his throat, trying his best to not taste any of it. After that, he waited a moment, trying to see how bad the effect was, but almost immediately, the dragon was there, letting his massive shaft leak over the food.

"There we go. Eat it all, my mate. Be like me so we can have our fun."

The dragon's eyes held a fire in them that the bear saw now that he didn't earlier. Perhaps he was wrong. Perhaps lust had taken a hold on him. Maybe... Maybe there would still be a chance.

His resolve was steadied. The bear scooped the food into his maw, only stopping to breathe as he started feeling full. Looking down, his gut was rounded as if he was going into hibernation, and yet, that was hardly what he noticed. Not even an eight of the way into the cart, and he has stiff. His body ached, and his balls felt heavy. One of his paws ran over his swollen belly down to his shaft, slowly stroking it off, trying to clear the lust. With every stroke, he felt pre leaking over his paw, soon letting the excess drip to the floor. The head of his shaft was enlarged more than he had ever seen it, the base behind it thickened to the point that his furry sheath could barely hold the fat dick. It had never felt this good to jack off. He could feel the seed churning in his furred sac, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he blew, before more seed escaped his body than ever before. He gripped hard, his body tensing before he was suddenly nudged, a tail gripping his arm. Before he could protest, the guards shoved more of the stuff into his maw, the bear's body naturally chewing. It was enough to break him out of his lust for just a moment, the bear suddenly realizing how quickly he had succumbed.

The procedure became painstakingly slow, and what was worse was the way the dragon watched him with such an intent eye. Neither the guards now he would let it stop, but the dragon was the worst of the two, clearly getting more excited as he watched the bear lose to himself, his words a soft rumble to the bear as Ardal suddenly no longer felt full. In fact, he never felt so empty... Except... Down there... That was fuller than he could have ever imagined.

"Such a big bear, aren't you? This should be so easy... Serve yourself first and without realizing it, you'll serve both of our needs."

His words were so simple now. He tore at the food, nodding as he hung to those last words. His stomach groaned and growled, and below that, his shaft seemed to swell with every pulse. He put himself on display for the dragon, sticking out his gut as his shaft throbbed in his paw. But as he looked down, the plates were all nearly clean, the hunger tearing at him.

"More... I need more."

His voice was laced with desperation as he rubbed his belly, his other paw rubbing the burning in his balls. A jet of pre shot over the empty plates as he did, but he didn't notice. His eyes were on that dragon, and he needed it more than anything.

"Don't worry my bear. You'll have as much as you can take... Under one condition... You are mine, and no one else's. You will please me when I so desire it. Your will and body are mine. Do you agree to these terms?"

"I... I do!"

"Show me, then. Pleasure me like you've never pleasured anyone else. Not even yourself."

The bear didn't waste a moment of time. The guards let their hold on him go, and the bear did the best he could to make it over to his dragon. Each step he took caused his legs to quake and buckle beneath him, the bear even having to take a stance that would allow him to walk with such a massive pair of balls between them. After he got about halfway there, his weight toppled him over, causing the bear to roar out as pleasure shot through his body. The bear ground his thick dick into the ground, moaning as pre started marking up the ground in front of him. His musky essence pooled in front of him as he lost all control of his body. His balls burned now. He needed this release... Deserved this release. But right before he could ease himself, he felt his body being lifted off of the ground, his shaft throbbing as he found himself face to face with the dragon's snout The bear tried to move his paws to his aching shaft, but the dragon held him so movement was near impossible.

"Such a bad bear... I told you who it is that you serve now, and yet you still serve only yourself."

The dragon's tail wrapped around the bear's form, and almost immediately picked him up, soon putting the bear down on the dragon's over bloated balls. The bear stumbled quickly, falling face first into the dragon's heavy pair, causing the dragon to roar out as a massive streak of pre splattered over the broad chest scales of the dragon. But the bear felt himself getting warmer and warmer as he took in the dragon's thick scent, making him groan out as he gave a few light thrusts against the swollen balls. But that came to an end as the tail wrapped around the bear's body and the dragon's shaft all at once, Tyrrin groaning as his cock seemed to swell more with the attention. But at the same time, as the tail stroked, he felt the bear's body grinding up against him, giving him exactly what he wanted. But even amidst all his own passionate growls, he could hear the way the bear was moaning now... He could feel how the bear's body seemed to squirm and grind, and he knew it was time. The tail let the bear go, and the bear's paws wrapped tight around the dragon's shaft, his tongue running over the hot length as his body was humping madly right against the shaft where it met with the dragon's massive knot. The bear became more violent, his balls easily down by his knees now as he rammed into that dick in front of him. Every few thrusts came with an increasing groan of pleasure from the dragon, his chest and belly now coated in his pre. And yet, the dragon's paws dug into the ground on either side of him, making his whole body surge up as his pulse began quickening.

"Fuck yes, bear! So... So close. I... I need this!"

Whether the words had any impact could be debated, but the bear's pace picked up even more, himself reaching towards his climax. The pulse beneath his body as he ground his body against the dragon's colossal spire only served to heat him up, the bear panting as his own body started tensing. But right at that moment, he heard the dragon straining before a pressure flipped him off, the dragon violent climax blasting the bear off and onto the dragon's tail, large volleys of the dragon's seed splattering down and coating the bear. But it wasn't over yet. The dragon curled his tail around, pumping hard as he coated the wall behind him in his own essence. But with the movement of the tail, it pressed him up against the dragon's balls, and that was enough for the bear. Each paw hugged the swollen balls, as the bear could hear the way it sounded as if the seed within was being sloshed around as it was blasted over the dragon's body. But all he could think about was his own release. He rammed against the massive pair over and over again, bringing himself closer even as he heard the dragon calling out for him to keep going. But finally something gave, the bear almost falling back against the tail as his first shot of cum hit, blasting all over the dragon's pulsing scrotum. His paw came down as he thrust against the dragon's pair of orbs, jacking himself off some as well, the splattering coating him in his own seed as he was practically blacking out from the pleasure, his legs giving way as he falls into the dragon's balls, still pooling a sizeable load beneath him, streaks of the bear's seed drooling down.

All the while, the dragon stroked himself off as he felt that bear working him over, thrusting in time to his shots, and taking a certain pleasure in how much he was pumping out. It felt as if he never came in all his life, and minutes dragged on through the climax, the dragon's seed soon flooding the room some, the guards sitting with a load up to their knees. But soon, the dragon's tail stopped moving, the dragon's breathing slowing even as his balls spilled the last few shots of his seed.

Tyrrin rolled over soon enough, a sense of pride in his work, even as he heard a splash from the bear's body falling in the pool of cum. But that was nothing. His tail grabbed him, pulling the bear over to the bed with him, curling around him.

"And here you thought you were going to kill me... Now look at you... Slave to your own lust and mine as well. Rest easy, bear. I don't think I'll be able to hold off until morning, so get your sleep, as you will need it to make it through tomorrow alone."