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Unoriginal Name, I know, but It was the onlything I could think of.

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Richard looked over his sword as it slid smoothly out of its scabbard. There was not a scuff or a fault in its flawless design and the mirror-like steel cast a shining reflection from the sun ahead. The handle was perfectly shaped to fit his fingers and it was balanced so delicately that there was almost no effort in swinging the mighty blade. He admired the sword and held its weight like a thing of beauty before putting it back in its home. It would be needed for more than just admiring very soon.

The young wolf pulled back his long, brown hair and tied it in a ponytail as he pulled at the straps of his light mail. His fur was equal in color and was just as soft to the touch, flaying into a much lighter tan as it went under his muzzle and into his tunic. His legs were covered by padded leather armor and his arms were protected by cloth gauntlets. Richard flexed his paws in the gloves and looked over the material with his pale blue eyes. They fit snugly but didn't hinder his grip and his young features smiled at the quality of his protection. He definitely felt ready to slay a dragon now.

Considering the heavy risk involved, Richard was offered much heavier, stronger plate mail. The wolf declined this, however, speculating it would be better to have greater agility over greater protection. There wasn't exactly any armor available to provide plausible protection from a steady blast from a dragon's breath to begin with. In the end, Richard had a better chance of surviving this encounter if he could dodge the dragon's blast of fire.

But, what was possessing this young wolf to try and bring down such a strong, seemingly invincible beast? Richard's town had been under the control of a powerful dragon for nearly seven hundred years. For as long as Richard could remember, every six months brought the demand from the dragon's lair for another beautiful virgin. In return, the dragon would provide protection and occasionally wealth to the small town. After decades of this treatment to the dragon, the town suffered not a single attack or even saw very much of life outside the land itself, save for a few merchants. The furs began to questions whether they wanted to sacrifice interaction and their own youths for some protection. Especially after mastering means of defense for themselves.

Richard, being one of the most virile and talented swordsfur of the town despite his youngish age, was chosen to be the one to "persuade" the dragon to see things the town's way. He had set out a few days ago towards the dragon's cave near the mountains to arrive at the time when a new virgin was expected. This was crucial as the dragon's defenses would be at his weakest at this time. The wolf was now very near to the lair and could smell the earthy and warm bursts of air that wafted from it.

Readying his equipment, Richard started forward to the dragon's domain. He stepped over the stone threshold and walked silently down the torch-lit cavern. Richard went deep and far into the mountainside but remained ready for any nasty surprises the dragon could have in store for him. Even with only a few torches to light his path, the wolf noted that the cave seemed rather well-lit for such an environment; possibly an effect of the dragon's magic. The deeper Richard pushed into the cave, the hotter and thicker the air became. His fur was nearly dripping with sweat as he entered the main chamber, lit by dozens of forever-burning torches on the walls.

The light from the fires showed the sheer grandeur of the chamber. Piles of gold and jewelry and other treasures littered several places in the cave along with shreds of clothing and various bones sticking out of the dirt floor. Richard shuddered lightly at the sight, but remained calm as he moved his way around the piles of shimmering treasure to the back of the cavern. As he walked, the air kept getting thicker and stronger with every step. Richard found himself nearly panting by the time he reached the middle of the room. Was this the heat of simply the dragon's presence?

"Who are you?" a very calm, but loud voice shook the cave.

Richard had to take a moment to regain his composition from the surprise, but stood up straight and hollered back into the cave.

"I am Richard Felson from the town of Oasis." the wolf cried out.

"Oasis...?" the voice sounded lightly perplexed, "What is your business with me, young wolf?"

At this point, Richard drew his sword and held it up as he called out to the dragon.

"My business is to slay you! Show yourself, beast!" the young wolf snarled, grasping the blade in his paws tightly.

He received nothing from the voice but a low, deep laughter.

"Do you know who you're talking to, boy? I am Bremen, the guardian of your pathetic little town. If it weren't for me, your people would have perished years ago."

"We were grateful for your protection, but we can take care of our own now." Richard began searching for the source of Bremen's voice, "We no longer have to sacrifice our people."

The dragon let out a deep laugh that shook the cave from all sides.

"If you so boldly say, young one, prepare to defend yourself." Bremen replied in a mocking tone.

Richard suddenly grew very tense as he heard shuffling all around him, first behind him, then from his right. The wolf tried to follow the slowly growing rumbling around him, but the echoes threw him off. He kept on his heels and tried to cover all of his blind spots as the large cave grew into a roar of noise.

"What sorcery is this??" Richard growled, holding his sword up to the crescendo of trampling.

As he turned to follow an echo of sound, the young wolf caught a glimpse of light as he passed. Richard gasped and leapt forward into the dirt as a blasting furnace of white-hot fire instantly incinerated the spot where he was just standing. He tucked and rolled to the side of the spray before immediately getting to his feet. The last of the flame sputtered out and Richard ran towards its source, sword raised. He swung the blade horizontally at the closing maw of fire but was met with a harsh, metallic reverberation.

Richard struggled to push the sword deeper, but was slowly and surely pushed back as the dragon stepped out from the veil into torch light. The wolf gasped as saw his sword scraping against the dragon's superior scimitar, curved with menacing teeth along the back and a fancy, golden decal at the hilt. The larger blade was placed right where Richard was going to strike. This wasn't quite the dragon he expected to stare in the eye.

Bremen was only a foot taller than was Richard; he was expecting a mammoth of scales and teeth. The dragon's sleek features and sharply curved muzzle and ears made him look almost regal if the velvet robe didn't already. A few fangs of a smile were shown in a light smirk before Bremen shoved Richard off the ledge they were standing. The wolf fell with a hard crash onto the cave floor before the dragon took a light jump down beside him.

"I must say the villagers are becoming more cunning..." Bremen smiled, resting his palm on his scimitar's handle, "but still remain ignorant in their useless attempts to usurp my power..."

Richard snarled at the dragon's mocking tone and rolled away before standing up with his sword ready. He gasped and stopped as he immediately stopped, something very sharp pressed against his throat. He blinked and looked down to see the thick scimitar buried into his fur and teasing his throat. The dragon stood beside him with the handle held deftly in one hand. He smiled at the wolf who simply glared back and knocked the thick blade away form him with his sword. He took a quarter step back before lunging forward again and swinging at Bremen. The dragon parried the attack easily and broke his fist through the wolf's raised buckler.

The small shield shattered like glass and splintered into Richard's arm, taking him by surprise as Bremen caught him across the face with a second swing. The harsh blow dazed Richard greatly and sent him sprawling to the dust again. As he sat up to slowly face the dragon again, Bremen turned his side towards the wolf with his hand, again, graced over his sword's handle with the blade in the ground. The dragon smirked over him with superiority and firmly planted his foot onto the wolf's chest, pushing him back to the ground with a grunt. Richard frustratingly swung his sword upward at Bremen, but it was knocked uselessly from his hands by the dragon.

"For your village's incompetence and your own foolishness I should destroy the lot of you." Bremen raised his scimitar to rest on his other paw.

Richard felt helpless below the dragon. He had failed his people who had believed in him so strongly. In a matter of minutes he had sealed the fate of his town and his life. Nothing could shake the feeling of loss and steadily rising guilt that was beginning to wash over him. He looked up at Bremen and waited for the next move. The dragon was contemplating something, Richard could see it in the azure eyes. A creased smile slipped over the dragon's muzzle and he planted the head of his scimitar beside Richard's head.

"However... this could play into an advantage... for both parties." He murred softly before raising his sword and heavily bludgeoning Richard with the blunt side, knocking the wolf into unconsciousness.

Richard awoke several hours later, on his knees and sitting upright in a smaller and colder cave room. His muscles ached with stiffness from the cold and his position, his neck especially, and he shook them out slightly to return the blood flow and feeling. Except, his ligaments didn't move. He struggled, but his arms refused to budge from the uncomfortable position against his back. As he wriggled his fingers and struggled more, he felt the tight, rope bindings that kept him incapacitated on the floor. He wasn't going anywhere.

The darkness around him was slightly inebriating as Richard struggled against his bindings to get to his feet. He gradually lost his balance and fell shakily to his side. As he braced for impact, his breath was suddenly choked out of him. He was hanging on his side by a chain around his neck, attached somewhere to the ceiling. Quickly pulling himself up by his neck, Richard became aware of how fatigued he was feeling. Being forced to sleep sitting up had its affects on his body.

As if his throbbing neck and sore muscles weren't enough, the room suddenly filled with torch light and momentarily blinded the bound wolf. Richard let out a small groan as his eyelids shielded his sensitive pupils from the strangely overwhelming light. After a few moments, he was able to reopen his eyes but his vision remained blurred. He was able to make out a figure with a familiar scent. Immediately Richard flattened his ears and snarled softly.

"Good, you're awake." Bremen's voice rang in the wolf's ears.

"Where am I?" Richard growlingly demanded.

"That is none of your concern. You should feel lucky to be alive." Bremen hissed back, stepping forward and grabbing Richard by his disheveled hair, "You and your tiny town have greatly displeased me... I offer you protection from the legions of greed in this world and you repay me by attempted assassination."

"My people would rather face such a challenge then have their freedom taken!" Richard retorted, "You keep us isolated, you don't allow anyone to leave the town. There is talk of better medicine, better lives outside of town. Even great things that do the work of twenty men."

At this Bremen shoved Richard's head back, choking the canine with a hiss of disgust.

"And what do you know of such things. They promote laziness and weakness in your people, yet you would freely welcome them to infest your lives. I see what happens to towns that take 'machines' with their daily lives. Great smogs obscure their houses over time and it poisons a fur's mind. It makes them do hateful deeds to one another. Your ancestors begged me to protect your township and I am doing just that. I let your town progress to within reasonable intelligence."

Richard grit his teeth in anger and strained up painfully against his restraints. Bremen only laughed and pushed the wolf back on his knees, leaning down to talk to him directly.

"By breaching our contract, I have no moral objection to destroying your ignorant people and you as well for your hubris..." He snarled, "I would have all of your houses BURNT to the ground than allow it to become another clouded city of laziness and crime."

Richard twitched slightly at being forced to remember the fate of his town and swallowed nervously. Bremen saw this and took a deep, calming breath, standing up straight and cross his velvet-clad arms over one another.

"However... You provide me with a way of forgiving your stupid and foolish friends, and showing mercy upon them." He tipped his head down slightly as he spoke.

"What do you mean...?" Richard said slowly; he was not liking the turn the conversation was taking.

"Many upon many years ago after your ancestors employed by help your town became as it is now: unhappy with my protection and knowledge and calling for a break in our friendship. They, too, were tired of the occasional gift I ask of your town and they demanded I release them from my lordship. Again, I had the chance to destroy the insolent little town and be done with it. In my younger years, though, I was a much more merciful entity than I am now. So, instead of snuffing out the little town's candle, I took a single citizen and made him an example before all the others."

Richard's breath caught in his throat as he suddenly contemplated the possible realization that was to be eviscerated before his town to prevent an upheaval. He glared up at Bremen and sat up defiantly.

"I'd rather wring my own neck than be your martyr." The wolf spat.

The dragon responded with an amused chuckle and smiled at the canine.

"Please... that would do good for neither party." Bremen stepped forward, "I'm talking about servitude."

Richard became a little more at ease, but, again, confused at the fate that would befall him. Bremen caught his unease and smiled to himself.

"Despite what the word around your town may be, I do not eat the 'sacrifices' you send me." He spoke calmly while lightly wrapping his fingers around the chain descending from the ceiling, "Not right away, that is... I incorporate them to a better use first... as periodical servants to my needs. My more..." Bremen tugged Richard up on his knees with a light pause, "primal needs."

Hanging by his neck and in the presence of a dragon talking of prospective sexual servants filled the smaller wolf with a twinge of fear, staring into the eyes of the dragon.

"The deal is simple..." Bremen dropped the canine back to the floor, "Long ago when I took a citizen from your town, he was not to be just another half year temporary relief... he was to be my personal and lifelong servant. However, with the little magic I knew of longevity in those days, I could only prolong his youth to two hundred years..." Richard squirmed a little in his bindings, "Agree to take the position of lifelong servant and not only will I spare your town, but I will no longer need its biyearly payments. You would be well cared for, fed, sheltered. You would have everlasting youth with the powers I now possess. All this in return for your dignity and allegiance strictly given to me."

Richard lowered his head in thought. He closed his eyes and weighed his options heavily. It seemed rather obvious what to choose, but his youthful fear held back his mind from making itself up. Eternity was a long, long time. The wolf felt the sharp claws of Bremen's hand graze his chin and lift his sight back to the dragon's with surprising gentleness.

"Is it really worth saving your pride to doom your people?" The dragon spoke softly to him with a concerned look.

"... I'll do it..." Richard replied softly.

Richard looked over the small loincloth barely covering his lower regions. It wasn't a raggedy, strip of cloth haphazardly slung over his hips. It seemed almost fitted for his body, tied snugly around his waist with soft Egyptian cotton. The front flap was jewel-encrusted and came just above his lower thigh, thick enough only to cover half of his thighs. The back portion completely covered his rear, but if the wolf bent over too far, he could feel an unpleasant breeze creep up into certain places. Overall, the loincloth looked rather nice and went well with Richard's physique.

He and his new dragon master were standing in a sort of large closet, surrounded by all assortments of clothing and material. Light was emanating from an unknown source and a door behind the dragon lead back to Bremen's illustrious bedchamber. Even for an underground lair, the dragon's abode was nothing savage.

Bremen held his chin as he looked over the scantily clad wolf, judging the look of his newly-acquired slave. His eyes burned embarrassing holes into Richard's body and it was all the wolf could do not to squirm in place.

"Turn around..." Bremen motioned with his finger and kept his eyes on Richard's feet.

The wolf turned on one foot and kept his posture, already feeling the dragon's eyes trailing down his back like brush strokes.

"Tail up, Richard..." Bremen spoke up once again, almost in an annoyed tone.

The knight-slave slowly raised his tail and touched it to his back, closing his eyes and trying to breath normally. After taking a thorough once-over of his property, Bremen silently strode up behind the young wolf. He liked how the soft cotton fit around the young one's bare body, but still clung in some places to outline his fine rear-end. He reached out his hand and traced a few fingers along the back of the cotton, pressing it against Richard's rump and tracing up to his tailbase. The knight-slave shivered and nearly stood up on tiptoes, silently admitting he enjoyed the feel in the back of his mind as he bit his lip.

Bremen smirked at the reaction and wrapped his other hand around the wolf's tummy, pulling him back against the master's robes. He took a deep snuff of Richard's scent and purred gutturally down his property's bare neck and back. Richard sucked in a quick yelp and quivered fearfully at the forceful touch, feeling smooth, scaly lips press against his ear.

"Delicious... As you are toothsome..." Bremen hissed, flicking his tongue a little inside Richard's ear, "You are to wear this at all times unless I tell you otherwise... And that will be often..." The dragon's hands felt up the young wolf's firm body, tracing every ridge and valley between the muscles and making Richard squirm, "You will respond to me only with 'yes, master' or 'no, master', do you understand?"

A firm slap on Richard's behind perked him up and made him speak out.

"Y-yes!... Master..."

Bremen snarled and tugged roughly at the wolf's sensitive tail.

"And you will say those words more quickly and with more reverence towards me, yes?"

"Yes, Master!!" Richard barked out clearly, clenching his eyes as the dragon set him down and clucked his tongue.

"The young ones are always so hard to train at first..." Bremen sighed as he shoved Richard from his body like a diseased wretch, "Now, your first task will be learning my clothing. You will be charged with dressing, undressing, cleaning, caring, and repairing my clothing when needed."

"But you said that I-" Richard began to protest, being interrupted by a sharp backhand to his muzzle.

"I'm going to make this very clear: you agreed to be my bonded slave. That doesn't mean you're some fucktoy to be used whenever I feel an itch in my nether. You are my SLAVE. My property! You do as you are told or face my consequences." Bremen's eyes lit with fire as he slid back before Richard.

The wolf himself huddled back from the blow, his cheek stinging red as he fearfully stared up at the fuming dragon. Apparently the learning curve for his slaves was sharp and unforgiving. Richard scrambled to his feet, his head and tail a little lower than before as he nodded his head.

"Y-yes, Master. Forgive me, Master." He spoke out quickly.

Bremen smirked and lightly touched the wolf's cheek.

"You'll learn quickly if you learn not to question or hesitate. Now, remove my robe." Bremen commanded.

Richard took the dragon's advice and quickly stepped forward, fiddling with the belt around the dragon's waist and pulling it away. He let the belt drop to the floor and was rewarded with a swift smack across his cheek.

"What have I? The plague? Treat my clothes with the utmost care, you cur!" Bremen snapped.

Richard immediately fell to his knees and retrieved the belt, folding it over loosely and setting it neatly to his side. Bremen seemed to approve of this action as he watched the knight-slave rise from his kneel and slowly smooth the robe off of his shoulders. It fell as soft as velvet can from the smooth scales of the dragon's upper body and he fumbled a little to keep it from scraping the ground. Richard then folded the robe as neatly as he could and set it delicately to the side of the belt. Bremen watched with careful eyes but smiling at his new slave learned quickly. As Richard stood up to face his master, his eyes traced and slowed upon the draconic body before him.

Smooth scales covered cut muscles like skin all over the dragon's crimson body, not a hint of age under any shadow of the soft light. His body was as healthy and fit as Richard's if not moreso, sleek and built for even more power hidden under the relaxed muscles. From under his muzzle, a light brass trail of scales lead from under Bremen's muzzle down his chest and disappeared into the dragon's trousers in an oblong semicircle. Richard blushed as he realized the potent sexual prowess emanating from the body. He snapped his gaze back up to Bremen, who was smirking again, and quickly went back to work removing the dragon's other clothing.

As the wolf-slave reached out for Bremen's pants, the dragon snagged the furry, outstretched arms. He pulled them up and tugged his slave close to him, making him gasp lightly.

"That's quite enough... You'll have more training and practice later..." Bremen licked his own lips seductively as he lightly guided the wolf's paws back, "When you live for as long as I do... You develop a very healthy sexual appetite." His lips touched the wolf's ear and his voice dropped to a soft whisper, "And a week without release, even for my age..." His tongue lashed the wolf's ear, making it drop back reflexively, "can seem far, far longer..." His hands lead Richard's to his chest as they rubbed and explored up the slave's sleek arms and shoulders.

Richard only stood obediently against his accepted master, staring up into his grin and letting the greedy paws grope and squeeze at his body. Inside he was shivering with fear and starting to regret agreeing to this deal as Bremen as the dragon's hands delved quickly lower down his front. The knight-slave could feel the sexual hunger from his master radiate from the groping fingertips as they explored his body for the first time.

"Mmm... I know much about you, Richard... Even if only from your touch." Bremen whispered softly, beginning to lead his slave towards the door and dimming the lights, "And although the town did not send me a virgin sacrifice... They did have the sense to send me a virgin contender."

Richard flushed with immediate embarrassment and stuttered softly.

"How... What... Do you mean?" The wolf feigned ignorance, shuddering as a hand was firmly placed against his rump.

"Your reactions to my touch... You're a stranger to your own erogenous zones," Bremen pushed the wolf ahead of him into the bedchamber, "And if your fluster does not reveal truth... Your clothing hints at it."

The dragon's wide smirk puzzled the wolf until Richard followed his master's eyesight. The blush across his muzzle darkened and he couldn't bring himself to look back up from the lofty tent forming in his loincloth.

"I... I don't... have much time... for courtship... outside my... training... and..." Richard fumbled his words and grew increasingly hot with Bremen's stare.

The dragon laughed softly and shushed his wolf with a wave of his hand. The same motion sent almost all of the lights from the room completely dark and leaving only dim candle-like flickers against Bremen's body.

"Turn... And off with your loincloth." The dragon growled softly.

Richard nodded quickly but hooked his thumbs under his loincloth much slower. He felt his blush grow hotter as the material crumpled to the floor and left his rear-end bare to his master. A growl of approval closed in behind him and a hand reached up to cup his furry butt. Before Richard didn't even had time to whimper he was flat against the bed, a warm, smooth body planting him into the downy mattress. Richard barely felt the hands across his body as he was turned over and shoved up the bed, all the time the warm, scaly body was still nestled into his fur.

Richard sat up and found himself face-to-face with Bremen's muzzle, smiling as always, and his body flat against the canopied bed with a stiff, uncomfortable feeling between his legs. With a flick of his wrist, Bremen closed the curtains to his bed, but the light grew brighter still, revealing the dragon's somehow bare body restraining Richard's furry one.

"Aside from all your other training... This will be most crucial to your usefulness... Hopefully you'll pick things up relatively quick." The dragon hissed.

Richard simply nodded, unsure of what else to do as his body refused to cooperate with him. Bremen nodded back once and tilted the wolf's chin up.

After that, Richard felt lost in the warm, moist lips of his master. Their muzzles fit seamlessly as Bremen imposed his tongue to the wolf's lips. He worked his slave's mouth open and thrust his tongue deep inside, curling it around Richard's tongue. His greedy paws couldn't get enough of the young wolf's fur either, combing down his chest and lightly tickling his soft belly. Richard felt instinct kick in as he pressed his muzzle back against Bremen's, shivering from the ticklish touch down his body and letting a moan slip from between their lips. His insides felt warm as years of sexual repression caught up with the young wolf and filed into every inch of his restrained body.

Bremen tugged back slowly from the kiss and savored the lingering gasp from his wolf's chest. Richard's lips felt pleasantly moist as Bremen's taste was left in his mouth. He lifted his eyelids up to his master as the two paws continued strafing and pressing into his furry abdomen. Bremen shifted weightlessly over wolf's body and turned the wolf on top of him. Richard quickly gathered himself and looked down with nervousness at the dragon. The master only smiled back up and stroked his paws along Richard's slim hips.

"Don't be shy, now..." Bremen pulled the wolf's head down to his, "start with your tongue..."

Richard blushed softly as he felt the dragon's hot breath steam his neck and tentatively extended his tongue along the scales of Bremen's lip. The dragon murred with slight approval, but a firm tug down on Richard's headfur motioned the mammal downwards on the scaly body. Each soft lick down Bremen's neck made the dragon purr a little louder. It also strengthened Richard's tongue against his master's body as he lapped more and more of the tasting appendage down Bremen's chest.

"Yessss... Keep going lower..." Bremen hissed under his breath, firmly gripping the wolf's shoulders and keeping a steady push on him.

Richard found himself shuffling between Bremen's knees as he licked over the scaly, bare abs before him. As he moved farther down, Richard felt something nudge him in the chin. He looked down with only a twinge of surprise to find Bremen's thick, dragon member staring him in the face. It was quite impressive in size and Richard could only think in horror, or perhaps fantasize in lust, of what it would do to him. He felt a strong tug on his shoulders and soon the tip of the smooth cock was rubbing against his snout and muzzle.

"I don't believe I gave you permission to stop licking." Bremen's voice growled as his cock smeared pre along the poor wolf's lips.

Richard was slightly put off by the strong, musky scent, but extended his tongue anyway and hoped for the best. The taste was lightly acrid, but not as unpleasant as he licked over and over again along the thick dragon shaft. Bremen growled with pleasure, but felt still unsatisfied. He held Richard by his muzzle and moved his lips tot he tip of his pulsing cock, making the wolf squirm in his grip.

"Open your mouth." Bremen commanded with a soft pant and a glob of pre smudged against Richard's nose.

Richard hesitated. Things were pushing too fast and he felt overwhelmed by the face full of dripping cock. Still, things were progressing far too slow for the horny dragon lord as he pried the wolf's jaw open and slid his girthy shaft into the warm embrace of two lips. A long sigh filled the bed chamber and Bremen slid his full length deep into the wolf's throat. Richard gagged repeatedly and pushed with futility against the scaly hips, but nothing could get him away from the dragon dick filling up his throat.

"Mmph... The more you cooperate... the more, uhng.... air you breath." Bremen growled, digging his claws lightly into Richard's face and pulled it close to his crotch, "Now cover your teeth and suck."

Richard felt another gag raise his stomach and didn't need instructions twice to do as he was told. He curled his lips back over his sharp teeth and covered his lowers with his tongue as he sucked on the bulging shaft with all his might. What he got was mostly air and a still clogged throat as a loud slurping sound erupted from his lips. Bremen shivered with delight at the sound and the familiar feel as he slightly relinquished his hold on Richard's head and let him breath a bit. With two hungry gulps of air, Richard was back down on the cock, suckling loudly at the stiff member and trying not to lose his stomach to the intense retching sensation.

"Mmm.... You're doing quite... Well... For a first time... The feeling... Uuhh... In the back of your throat will pass... Concentrate on your lips and sucking... Mmm, yes, don't stop." Bremen commanded through gasps of harsh pleasure.

Richard was quick to pick up on the commands as he continued sucking his dragon master's cock. Each loud slurp made the hands around his ears tighten and release and sent another glob of nauseating pre down his stomach. Occasionally he was allowed to breath, but only a few gasps of air before he was forced to take the obstructing dick back down his warm throat. Bremen moaned loudly with a grin at the arcane pleasure surrounding his cock. The warmth and tightness felt all the better in the inexperienced wolf's mouth as he began moving his hips against Richard's face.

The wolf scrunched up his nose at the sickening feeling of the girthy cock drive in and out of his throat, but kept up pace with his lips, knowing there was only one way out of the uncomfortable predicament. His rough tongue searched and felt up the underside of Bremen's shaft, feeling the veins pulse harder as the long cock slid in and out of his throat. The dragon's hands lightly gripped and stroked Richard's ears as his hips moved fast to the young slave's muzzle, enjoying every deep thrust into the wolf's throat he took. Every change in direction of Bremen's cock down his throat made Richard's slow and precise sucking much more audible with slurps and loud sloshing around the shaft of the dragon meat.

Richard's throat was beginning to become used to the thick cock driving into it, but it still made his stomach muscles tighten when Bremen gripped his head and smooshed his snout into his master's belly. This produced a choking gag that rather aroused Bremen and encouraged him to do it again every so often. Richard, in the meantime, did his best to resist his clenching stomach as he slurped up the dripping saliva along the dragon's long cock. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he was actually drooling at each taste of draconic precum that wiped over his tongue.

With a deciding growl, Bremen's claws suddenly pulled Richard's lips from his cock, the suction making a loud suckle-popping noise with a bit of wolfen saliva still stringing to the engorged meat. Bremen took a moment to collect himself before grinning down at the wolf.

"Just a moment while I bestow upon you another rule... My seed is more than worthy of your worship, so treat it thusly. You are not to cough it up nor are you to swallow it immediately." Bremen snickered as he rubbed his cockhead against Richard's squirming lips, "I want to see you savor my sweet cum... Enjoy it... Love it... Crave it. This applies also to anywhere else I feel like... relieving myself, do I make this clear?"

"... Y-yes..." Richard replied tentatively.

Bremen gave his ears a nasty twist and his wolf-slave gasped a yelp of pain, clenching his eyes at the mistake.

"Yes, Master!!"

Bremen nodded and without a second thought shoved the wolf's wet, warm muzzle back around his thick dragon cock. Richard took a little easier to his master's intruding meat and sucked on the wet shaft with a fierce tongue. Bremen's moans grew louder as his new slave was learning to suck cock better and better with each thrust of his hips. Soon, he was to the point where he almost didn't have to push on the back of the wolf's head.

"Mmm... Oh, you're improving greatly... Yesss, a natural-born cocksucker, you're going to make me VERY pleased..." Bremen snickered between growls of pleasure as he deeply fucked the wolf's throat.

Richard shifted himself on the bed to better take his master's shaft and felt the throbbing intensify around his lips and against his tongue. The pre was flowing freely and making the wolf a bit drunk in lust. His muzzle pressed down faster each time with more earnest to please his master, taking a bit of satisfaction in hearing the dragons deep-throated growls and grunts. Richard felt something brush his crotch and realized he had become rock-hard simply from sucking the dragon's thick cock. It twitched terribly and dripped pre onto the bed sheets as he bobbed his head up and down the dragon's cock. he snuck his paw between his legs and made it look like he was just changing positions as he gripped and squeezed his aching wolfmeat.

Bremen's hips were beginning to make more dramatic movements, thrusting against Richard's movements and burying his lustful cock as deep as he could into the wolf's throat. His stomach tightened up a little as he spread his wings through the curtains, closing his eyes in the coming ecstasy.

"Mmmurrgg... Remember what I told you, wolf... Every drop... Keep it in your muzzle and sa-... Sa-! S-SaaavvvoorrrrRRRAAWWWRRRRR!!!" A mighty roar bellowed through the echoing halls of the cave, going as far as to disturb a flock of birds resting in the trees outside of the cave entrance, as Bremen's hands held his slave to the upper half of his cock

Richard couldn't brace himself for the rush of fluids that filled his mouth and he gagged a little as a shot went straight down his throat. Each shot was a mouthful in itself as he felt each new load travel up inside of the dragon's shaft and spew out thickly against his tongue. Richard's cheeks were filling quickly from the wads of thick dragon jism that didn't fire it's way immediately down his throat. As much as the wolf squirmed, Bremen never released his head. He loved that first feeling of struggle from a new slave, the panicking tongue slash and lap across his shaft as he emptied his balls into the young wolf.

It was all Richard would do to not let any cum escape, indeed quite a job combined with not choking on big globs of salty dragon essence and the torture of breathing and not releasing the contents of his stomach. Soon, though, the pulsing died down and the last of Bremen's cum filled Richard's lips up tot eh brim of bursting. As the last dribble of white leaked into his lips, Richard's head was suddenly yanked back and made to face Bremen's. The dragon looked sternly into the wolf's eyes as he kept the large mouthful of cum behind his lips, not daring to move or swallow his turgid cheeks. After a second or two of this, Bremen smile and slowly licked the wolf's muzzle, snaking his tongue into the lupine muzzle and stealing a bit of his cum.

"Mmm... Delicious, isn't it?" Bremen smiled widely, holding the wolf as Richard nodded.

Truthfully, Richard was beginning to not mind the taste of dragon seed, maybe even liking it, as he held it in his muzzle.

"You may swallow now, slave, don't sit there like a flounder." The dragon master chuckled, watching the stretched wolf cheeks slowly recede as the pints of cum slurped down Richard's throat.

As the last ropes of dragon cum slide back his throat, Richard gasped for breath and bent over a little, coughing and sucking air back into his lungs. Bremen laughed and rubbed the wolf's head in return, grinning down at him.

"Your lungs will adapt in time... Quite the rush, though, hmm?"

Richard blushed as he slowly rose himself and sat up a little. Bremen's eyes lingered down the smooth, furry body of his slave and suddenly latched into the erect wolfcock, knot and all, sticking up from his sheath coated in pre. He suddenly frowned and noticed the same pre staining Richard's paw. The wolf hid it behind his back too late as the dragon snarled and tackled him back against the bed, rolling him on his upper back and holding his body in the air by his legs.

"Busy paws, young slave?" The dragon's breath slid like milk up Richard's thigh, making the knight-slave squirm a bit, "Your master's pleasure comes before anything else, I will not stand for distractions like this."

Firmly, Bremen gripped Richard's hard cock and began stroking it quickly, squeezing around the knot as he held the wolf's hips in the air. Richard struggled a bit in surprise until he felt the paw around his cock and the stroking motion it administered. Immediately he shuddered and melted into the bed, his cock dripping pre rapidly from the tip. He felt a few droplets land on his nose and blinked his up to see Bremen furiously jerking his cock and pointing the head right at him. The wolf yelped a bit and struggled to move his head, receiving a hard, painful squeeze from Bremen's fist.

"Hold still and keep your muzzle shut, you little cur, you're going to take your punishment!" Bremen growled loudly and quickened his pace along Richard's shaft.

At this pace, it wouldn't take long for the slim wolf to unload his reserve of cum all over his face and chest as Bremen's fingers worked his sensitive knot. He squirmed a little and groaned, pre dropping on his muzzle and forehead more and more as he watched Bremen sneer down at him. A small pressure against his tailhole made the wolf-slave yelp out in surprise. Bremen's thick finger had found the young wolf's tailhole and was easing itself into the warm threshold.

"Ohhh... M-master..." Richard suddenly moaned blissfully, feeling the finger search around a bit inside of him and rub against a few choice sensitive spots.

Richard was so close to cumming now it almost hurt. Bremen's sneer turned slowly into a grin as he watched his slave writhe and moan in alien pleasure, turning his finger around and finding what he was looking for. As the rough finger pushed and rubbed up against Richard's prostate, it was like a trigger had been fired in the slave's body. His back arched, his toes curled, his tail stood out on end, and his eyes shut closed tightly as a long howl of delight signaled the first couple of milky shots from the end of Richard's cock.

Each rope of white cum splattered against the young wolf's face and made him squirm at the slimy feeling. More and more came from his cock, shooting wildly across his chest and sinking into his cheek fur as he groaned in agonizing ecstasy. He shuddered over and over again while Bremen still furiously fisted his cock, pushing the finger deeper into him and milking the hard wolf shaft of any remaining wolf cum onto his face. Bremen smirked and let his body flop back to the bed, sitting up and wiping off his wolfcum-stained fingers.

"You're not to wipe that off or bathe until tomorrow morning... Let this be a lesson to you, little wolf slut." Bremen waited for Richard to gradually get back to his knees before continuing, "I trust there will be no more interruptions?"

Richard nodded solemnly, already feeling the cum harden his fur together and bother him. He glanced down and noticed Bremen's slick cock had grown back to full hardness, darting his tongue in his mouth as he again looked back to the dragon's face.

"Oh, don't worry..." Bremen's smile was less than relieving, "I'm tired of your muzzle tonight..."

Richard's muzzle twitched in discomfort as he looked down at the dragon cock, throbbing and already growing veiny from what was to come. Bremen's muzzle was wide with a grin as he shifted himself back on his rump on the bed, leaning against the banister with his cock tall like a flag pole.

"I'll try to refrain from saying 'hop on' if you'll hurry up..." The brass dragon smirked, crossing his paws behind his head and looking down at the cum-faced wolf.

Richard felt a shiver of arousal in the commanding words and slowly rose to his knees over between the dragon's legs. He looked at the thick, powerful shaft in front of him and saw a bit of pre drool out from the tip.

"I suggest you use all you can of that..." Bremen chuckled mockingly, making Richard bite his lip lightly.

The wolf-knight rose slowly on his knees, up on his feet a little and lifted his tail, exposing his slightly loosened hole and grabbing the large dragon cock below him. He took in a deep sigh as he rubbed the smooth tip between his cheeks, grimacing as the slimy, yet sensual, precum slackened up his behind. He pressed and lathered the tip against his exposed hole and whimpered as Bremen hissed and pushed his hips up demandingly.

"That's enough... Put it in now, young wolf..." The dragon growled softly, licking his lips and placing his hands around his slave's slim waist.

Richard nodded quickly and slowly wrenched the head of the bulbous dragon cock into his tailhole. He moaned loudly as it stretched him beyond comfort and forced the rest of his tailhole to accommodate his girthy rod. He wrestled lightly with his own pain and the thickness of the shaft as he managed to slide another inch or so into his stretched, sore tail hole.

Bremen was laying back, groaning softly in pleasure. There were so many reasons he loved new slaves, but the greatest part of all was the first push into that virgin ass. The dragon grabbed greedily at Richard's hips and pulled him down, pulled him faster than Richard was ready for and made the wolf yelp and tense up in shock. The anal ring squeezed and hugged his huge cock and made Bremen moan louder and force another good portion of his dick into the tight, overheated slave.

Richard gripped his master's arms tightly as his body was forced down the long shaft, making the wolf shiver and howl softly in sharp pain. He writhed a little, trying to pull back up for relief, but the strong, lustful hands kept him going down the long cock. His own cock couldn't help but harden as his insides shifted around the girth. Richard's head tilted back in a soft, painful howl as more and more of his anal cavity was stretched wide by the invading dragon cock. It drove deep, deep into places Richard didn't even know existed and sent spasms of pleasure up his spine, causing his tailhole to clamp on Bremen's rock hard dick and make the dragon growl with delight.

"Mmmmmm, yes! You're already growing accustomed to my cock." Bremen ran a claw along the underside of Richard's cock as he squeezed the last few inches into his new slave, "Doesn't it feel divine inside of you? Every pulse, every vein rubbing against your walls?"

Richard whimpered in defeat, his already spent cock throbbing from the intense feelings inside of him and the teasing claw drifting underneath it. He knew Bremen would be reluctant to give him pleasure for the rest of the night and the thought intensified as he felt the massive shaft inside of his abdomen retract and shove in again. The dragon's hands slid from his hips and stayed by their master's sides as the dragons' sleek muzzle stared down at the young, shivering wolf.

"I can see you're enjoying this very much..." Bremen hissed through a few rising pants, "But part of you still denies your lust..."

Richard squirms lightly as he felt the dragon's member throb harder and harder inside of him.

"Move yourself and make your body accept the pain, make it hunger for my cock like the little slut you shall become!" Bremen's command struck through Richard's chest, making him lift up a bit and reposition himself on his lord's shaft.

His feet set up on the bed and his paws laid across the toned and smooth muscles on Bremen's chest as the wolf stared deeply into his master's eyes. Every word of it was true. He had changed and he now craved this beast's thick phallus. But inside, alongside where Bremen's cock was firmly pressed against his intestinal wall, Richard had accepted it.

Slowly, the wolf began moving his hips up and down the dragon's smooth cock, groaning in slight pain as his insides shifted around it. He moved up on Bremen's chest and took a new angle at the thick shaft, letting out a bit more before slamming himself back down on it. The dragon growled and sucked in breath tightly through his teeth as the wolf learned fast. He watched more and more of his cock slide from between the furry cheeks then disappear back in, giving him another jolt of pleasure. Richard moved faster along the thick shaft, huffing out breaths of lustful air as his paws gripped into his master's chest.

"Yessss... You're feeling it..." Bremen growled softly, "Embrace it... Let it guide you, young one..."

Richard was lost in the luxurious feel of the dragon's girth inside of him, sliding up and down the pole of hot meat as his hole grew to accept and even crave it. Richard's eyes were sealed shut and pleasure, bucking his hips a little and clinging his claws into Bremen's chest. Each thrust was a long spike of pleasure digging into his innards and leaving him unfufillingly empty when he pulled back. It only urged him to take the thick cock back inside of him and make his head crane back in delicious feelings. Bremen's smirk widened as he watched the timid, unsure wolf transform into lustful slut he expected from his slave. The smooth, hot glove that fit around his cock moved faster, making the dragon purr gutturally, his hands sliding behind his head to sit back and enjoy watching his property pleasure himself.

Richard had quickly gotten used to the dragon's size and was now fully impaling himself on his master's long cock. Each movement own was another shudder of pleasure and another rewarding growl from Bremen's lips. His paws groped along the dragon's fine-tuned body for leverage, each touch making his master tense and jut up his hips. Richard's breath slowed and he closed his eyes tightly, his master urging him on and melting away the last bits of doubt the wolf had about his enjoyment. Richard knew that once the large dragon filled his tight tailhole with his seed, there would be no denying him. Fortunately, the wolf no longer saw this situation as detrimental.

Bremen's body curved and arched to meet every move of the young wolf's body, enhancing each thrust of his glistening cock into the tight, hot tailhole of his new slut. Richard whimpered softly, licking his lips and tasting the dragon's stale semen on his cheeks as his paws moved up to grasp Bremen's shoulders. He rode the long, slick cock faster, craving the point of orgasm his master would achieve and the torrents of cum he would be rewarded for his hard work. The noble dragon remained laid-back with his hands behind his head as he lightly grit his teeth to keep Richard from just such a reward. It would build up the slave's want of his seed and make it feel all the more satisfying up inside of the furry rear he had claimed.

The wolf slave grunted heavily over his master and used every ounce of energy to squeeze down on the smooth cock thrusting up inside of him. He managed to arouse a deep murr from Bremen and watched as the dragon's eyes closed for the grand finale of his acceptance. Richard's thighs were burning from the intense thrusts and his tailhole ached lightly through the wonderful fulfillment. Even his arms were starting to hurt as they shook on top of Bremen's shoulders. Richard thrust desperately down onto Bremen's lap and could feel the massive cock throb and pulse with his master's heartbeat. It grew faster and faster, his master's hands moving to his furry sides as the dug deep into the soft, inviting hairs. Richard gave a short yip as an extra-hard and sudden thrust from Bremen sent him up off the scaly lap and out of his rhythm, but quickly regained it time t ride through his master's final orgasm.

"MmmmmmrrrrrrRRAAAWWRRRRRRRRR!!!!!" Bremen's deep, pulsing roar echoed through the caves as his cock flexed powerfully inside of the wolf bitch.

Richard yelped as the first shot of cum hit his insides fairly hard, closing his eyes and moaning under his master's howl as he continued to ride and squeeze up all of the dragon essence inside of him. It felt even warmer than before as he felt gush after gush of thick semen flow into his tailhole. Even after the first time down his throat, the wolf was surprise at how much the dragon could still create. He flinched as the claws at his sides raked through his fur and drew blood from fresh, deep wounds in his hips. Richard's whine was lost in the throws of dragon lust as it melted into a warm murr of happiness tot he feel of his new master's throbbing spooge come to a slow halt.

Richard did his best to squeeze and retain his master's seed, but the sheer volume couldn't help but leak lightly onto the dragon's lap. Bremen murred with a chuckle, excusing his slave this time as he let the exhausted young wolf collapse on top of him. His growl reverberated pleasantly through Richard's body and the canine could do nothing to stop himself from passing out. Bremen smirked softly and brushed his hands up and down along the new slave's back. He had wondered before if his promise to make the wolf immortal had just been made in the foggy mind of a lustful and unaware dragon, but seeing the young, muscled body in action begging and milking his cock of the precious seed let Bremen see the evidence for his promise. He wouldn't be hard to train at all and Bremen didn't anticipate tiring of his new pet and slave anytime soon.

Richard mumbled and sputtered softly through semi-consciousness as his paws curled lightly under him on Bremen's stomach. Hearing him whimper, the dragon removed his bloody claws from the wolf's side and promptly cleaned them, looking over the distinctive and binding scars that would announcing his place and servitude for all to see. Bremen smiled as even his eyes felt droopy, stroking the back of his slave's neck as he laid back into the fine sheets. The torch light dimmed to a wisp and master and slave submerged into slumber deep within the rocky mountainside of Bremen's keep.

The End