Corruption Stream Story 3: The Diamond of Dreams
The Diamond of Dreams is another corruptive item covered in the stream. A gem of magic and connection, it hates to be parted from its owner, and will devote its energies to corrupting the thief into submission, binding them with an obsessive need to serve the rightful owner of the gem.
The Diamond of Dreams For DrakeHavok By Draconicon
Lars had never thought that a diamond would bring him nightmares, but then again, he'd never stolen a diamond from a dragon before.
Well, he supposed that the nightmares weren't completely nightmarish, at least while he was in them. During the dream, it was actually very pleasant, and more than a little pleasurable. He'd frequently woken up from them with a messy chest or, failing that, very wet shorts. More laundry, maybe, but that wasn't a nightmare.
Being a dragon's whore, however, was. Every night, he dreamed of being underneath the dragon he'd stolen from, giving him pleasure and receiving none unless he did what it said. Whether he laid beneath the dragon and massaged its shaft with his hands and chest or bent over and let the dragon ream his hole, he had given himself to the dream dragon a hundred times over, and every time, he felt more violated than the last. As soon as he was out of his afterglow, he shuddered at the thought of what he had cum to.
So, he'd determined that morning to give it back. The dragon couldn't remember one diamond for more than half a year, the human was sure, so perhaps he would be able to get it back without being noticed.
He took the long way up to the dragon's cave, climbing along icy rock faces and through several forests, sticking to cover for as long as he could and limiting any time spent exposed. There was no sign of the great beast yet, but he wasn't going to give the owner of the mountain any chance to see him that he could avoid.
Eventually he made it to the cave. He went to all fours, crawling to the side of the tunnel and keeping low. The place was massive, meant for more than one dragon he was sure, and he was dwarfed as he shuffled down the tunnel. At least there was no smoke. There was no fire waiting down on the other end to cook him, or at least there wasn't yet.
Lars pulled himself to the end of the tunnel. He turned his head to the right. No dragon. He turned his head to the left. No dragon.
"Hello, thief."
He looked up. Dragon.
The great red hoarder was perched on a small balcony that overlooked the chamber, and kept him from throwing a shadow over the cave. No wonder Lars hadn't seen him. The human started to get up, but the dragon was faster, leaping down onto the ground below.
As soon as he hit the ground, the prone human was face to tip with the dragon's cock. It was hard and pointed, the opening slightly moist with pre, and he could smell the musk coming off of it with every breath as he stared wide-eyed at it. The length of it was massive, bigger than a horse's, and it was pointed like a fell creature's would be, bestial and perverted.
And yet, his cock throbbed in his pants at the sight of it. All his dreams came rushing back into his mind, and he shuddered as a blush crossed his face.
"You know what you want, thief. The dreams told you what you deserved for stealing from me."
"The dreams?"
"The diamond never likes to be stolen. It chose a punishment for you, and let me see it. Now, do what the dreams told you."
"But -"
"You want it. I smell it on you. Go ahead."
Shuddering, Lars looked at the dragon's cock again. It throbbed, dripping with pre by this point. His dreams rushed back, and even as he tried to dismiss them as perverted or disgusting, the reality was that he wanted them. He wanted them bad, and this was the opportunity to indulge himself.
And maybe, just maybe, nobody would ever find out about it if he did.
Still on all fours, the human crawled between the dragon's legs, passing by the massive forelegs and then pausing under his belly. Rough scales loomed over his head like stalactites, and he shivered at the thought of what would happen if the dragon decided to lay on him. He'd be crushed instantly. Yet, that cock kept pulling him on, the scent of it reminding him of all the loads he'd taken from it in his dreams, commanding him to indulge.
He lifted one hand, cupping it around the dragon's tip. A low rumble of pleasure filled the air, and his head moved closer before he could stop himself. Lars looked at the opening. The hole in the tip was bigger than three of his fingers, and oozed dragon goo onto his hand, making it harder to hold onto it. It stank of dragon sex, musky and potent.
Why am I not disgusted? he wondered, his head moving closer still. I don't want this...I don't...
He got his first taste of dragon pre, and he moaned against the dragon's cock. Thrusting his tongue into the dragon's urethra, he slurped out more of the pre, gulping it down. The taste was like heavenly nectar to him, driving him to get more and more. He gasped for breath between slurps of it, his pants growing increasingly tight with each drink.
"Heh, that's it, human. Drink it down and show your repentance for what you've done."
The dreams guided him, told him where the dragon liked to be touched the most. He laid beneath the shaft, hugging it with his arms as he slurped around the head. It was too big to fit into his mouth, so he licked around it, over the head, and against the urethra hole again and again. It throbbed above him, expelling pre on an order matched by nothing else in the world, and his mind faded with the scent and the taste, his thoughts slipping further and further away.
As he tended to it, the dreams came rushing back, and he wasn't sure what was memory and what was reality. The tenderness with which he cared for it, the need that he felt for it was real; he knew that much. But was he sucking it? Had he started to bend over? Was he taking it up his ass? He wasn't sure. There were too many feelings, all driving him mad, all making him crave more. He moaned out loud, gasping.
A burst of wind told him that his clothes had somehow disappeared. He looked down at himself, seeing the dragon's cock up his hole. He saw his hand flying up and down his cock. For the briefest of seconds, he thought of how foul this was, how low he'd become to be a dragon's whore, to do this sort of thing for anyone, or anything.
And then he smiled. His hole relaxed, letting more of that massive shaft into him. Though stretched beyond belief, he felt nothing but pleasure. It was a gift from the dragon, a gift of forgiveness that he didn't deserve for being a rotten thief. He was lucky the dragon showed him mercy by giving him a gift, rather than a punishment.
He bucked back hard, pushing a few more inches of that glorious shaft into him, feeling it take him and mold him to it.
"Heh, you're enjoying this, are you human?"
"Of course. Who couldn't love dragon cock?"
"Who indeed, human?"
The dragon smiled, holding a diamond between two of its 'fingers.' It shone brightly, reflecting the light of the cavern.
"Who indeed?"
The End