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Dog whimpered as he entered the cold room, crawling alongside his master. His knees and paws hurt from crawling all the way from the master's bedchamber down to the dungeons across the castle's stone floor, but his master liked his Dog to crawl, so he was more than glad to do it. This was the part of his days Dog dreaded the most. He was so very happy for the time he got to spend with his master. Pleasing his master. And he didn't mind too much all the time he spent alone when his master was too busy for him. On those times all he did was miss the master and think about him. In this room, however...

"Stop whining, dog. You know we do this for your own good. If you were good enough of a pet you wouldn't complain about doing my will."

His master's words stung deep and Dog's ears fell back against his head. He looked up at his master full of regret, holding back his whimpers. His master, the perfect, tall, white-scaled dragon that was his master, didn't even bother to look back at him. The dragon let go of the leash he was holding attached to Dog's collar and walked inside. Dog started to follow, crawling.

"You stay. Sit."

Hearing the dragon's command, Dog stopped. He moved to sit on his haunches like a feral dog would do. That's what his master wanted. As he did, he let out a small grunt, feeling the plug lodged inside his ass getting pressed against the floor. Still, he stood sitting over it. It's what his master wanted. He watched his master go in one of the chambers. The same one he always went to. The dungeon's big room was like a prison with lots of small rooms that looked like cells standing next to each other. In a way, they were cells, but they were also so much worse.

While he waited, Dog felt uneasy. He panted with his muzzle open and his tongue lolling, much like a real feral dog would. Dog was, in fact, a wolf. A wolf of the most pure bred. That was something he still remembered, though he wasn't sure why. His master said he was a dog and so, he was a dog. He felt hot. Hot, even though the royal castle of the dragon kingdom was made of cold, lifeless stone. He felt hot, as his canine cock throbbed in full hardness completely exposed in front of him in this sitting position. He could say he was used to it, but that wasn't entirely true. His master liked to keep him like that. Hard and needy all the time. And he was SO needy. Ever since he had met his master, which was only a little more than a month before, he'd not been allowed to cum. Everyday he hoped his master would let him get relief too. Maybe if he was enough of a good boy...

Still, there he stood. His neediness fully exposed. Dog wore nothing but a thick leather collar, a harness that made a cross over his chest also made of leather and a small ring lodged at the very base of his perpetually hard cock, behind his engorged canine knot. Those were the clothes his master had given him and, though everyone else in the castle dressed with real clothes and often looked at him with snickers or disgust, the fact that it pleased his master so much was all he needed.

"Come, dog. Everything is ready."

His train of thought was interrupted by the call of his master. He instantly looked up, ears perking and tail wagging fast as he stood back to his all fours position and crawled to his master. His happiness was short-handed, as when he stood by the cell's doorstep he saw what he dreaded the most. The room wasn't big, but it wasn't exactly small either. There were shelves and boxes around the corners, which would give it the looks of a storage room if it wasn't for what stood in the center. The set of stocks was typical of torture chambers. This one was particularly low, forcing whoever was stuck in it to stay curved in a very, very uncomfortable position with its head just as high as someone's waist. And the one held was usually him. At its side stood another dragon. This dragon looked at him with the same look of disdain with added mockery that every other dragon in the castle looked at him with. He also held a riding crop in his hand, which he casually played with using his other hand in a mix of casualness and threat. Still, this dragon wasn't the black dragon he usually met in the room. This one had red scales covering his body, which wasn't unusual but still felt different.

"Go on, get in it, Dog. You know how this works."

His master didn't seem to be in a good mood.

"Yes, master."

Dog was quick to obey, the red dragon opened the stocks and, slowly, Dog lowered his head and wrists into the assigned holes. The red dragon closed and locked it with a padlock right away. As if being bound by the stocks wasn't enough, the red dragon proceeded to lock his ankles in tight, steel manacles that were hooked to the floor, making it impossible to move his legs to, for example, kick someone. As if he would ever do that with his master or his servant.

"So, did that useless black dragon at least fill you in with what you must do before simply deciding to be 'sick'?"

Both dragons were behind Dog now, so he couldn't see them, but his master sounded irritated. That could only bring bad things.

"I am sorry, my lord, but he did not. He said he hoped he might be back before you arrived, but it seems he is taking lon..."

"Spare me the useless details. When he returns tell him I will see myself that he is demoted to scrubbing the floor."

His master interrupted the other dragon with a hint of anger in his voice. The master never lost his temper, but that hint of anger usually meant a big storm was under way.

"Regardless, my time is far too precious for this. You are a soldier, correct? Then you certainly have done this before. I am going to remove my magic-enhanced gear from this dog here. When I do, most of his old mind will come back. That is what I am experimenting to get rid of. You would not understand the details, of course, but all you need to know is that he is not going to be so well-behaved when I do. What I need you to do is simple: break him. Whip him, kick him, rape him, I hardly care. Just try to break his mind and will. I need his mind as submissive as possible to avoid resistance when I try my magic with him. Perhaps you will have better success with it than that useless excuse for a dragon did in the past."

Glancing back, Dog could see a hint of a smile in the red dragon's muzzle.

"It will be my pleasure, my lord. I assure you he will be an obedient little puppy by the time I'm done with him. Will Your Highness stay here and watch?"

"No. I have to get the experiment ready. I will be back in about two hours. That is the time you have to have your fun."

His master stepped to his side, one of his hands petting Dog's head like one would do to a dog. That made him smile and wag his tail again.

"You are on your way to becoming the perfect pet, dog."

Saying that, the dragon lord started to unbuckle his harness. That made Dog's tail stop wagging. He was already a good dog for him. He wanted nothing more than to please him all day. Yet, he knew that when the master took his "clothes" off something would change. Different thoughts, values, feelings flooded him and made of him something the master did not like. He didn't want to displease his master. He didn't want it at all. So he dreaded these times when the master took the gear away. The dragon finished with the harness and took it off from Dog before proceeding to mess with his collar's buckle. Dog could already feel the changes happening. It was like his mind got flooded with a thousand thoughts at once. His life, which was usually so simple, would suddenly get very complicated. As always, he felt himself blushing furiously. Memories of everything he had done for his master the past days going through his head and bringing several feelings that weren't his usual joy for pleasing. Shame. Anger. Disgust. Humiliation. It made him grunt. He did his best to suppress these feelings, but slowly they started overcoming him. His master finished unbuckling the collar and took it off as well. His neck felt naked without it. Without the collar, the thoughts in his mind became even stronger and, within seconds, Dog's hidden feelings overwhelmed him.

"So, who are you, dog?"

His master... no. The dragon's voice alone was enough to enrage him. He let out a loud growl and struggled against his bonds, even if he knew it was to no avail.

"I am captain Emett Owler of the 8th royal wolf squad and no one else, you fucking lizard."

His voice was filled with rage. He knew and remembered very well everything the dragon lord had made him do over the last few weeks. He tried to fight it. He tried so hard. But whatever curse the dragon had put in that leather gear kept him well out of control of himself. He had decided, however, that even if he couldn't fight the dragon's magic, he would retain a shred of his dignity here, at least. Where he could. He would always defy the dragon and he wouldn't let himself be broken, for he knew that if he did, that thing the dragon made him be would be him forever. The dragon lord seemed to ignore his words as he stepped back behind him.

"See? That is what I told you. See that he is ready to lick my feet when I come back. Do whatever you must do, but no permanent damage. I would have no use for a broken toy."

Saying that, Emett could hear the master stepping away. Dragon lord! His mind corrected himself quickly. His time with the dragon was starting to affect him in ways he didn't like at all.

"Fucker!"

The wolf yelled before the dragon left, but wasn't granted a response. He heard the room's door closing before he felt something rubbing against the back of his exposed, furry balls. Leather. The red dragon's riding crop. He looked back as best as he could, struggling against his bonds once more. His ears reflexively folded down, feeling more vulnerable than ever in this position they always made him stay at. His cock was still hard, dangling beneath him as he struggled. Surely an effect from the cursed cock ring the dragon didn't remove. He would never be hard in a place like this. Though he could surely still feel the effects of the endless teasing the dragon inflicted in him along with the denied release in so long...

"Don't touch me! I don't care what you lizards do to me! I won't obey! Won't tell you anything!"

That last statement made his ears drop a little more. He knew full well he had already told the dragon every single thing he knew about the wolf kingdom when the leash and harness took him over. That was perhaps his biggest shame. Still, he had to keep his pride. He had to.

"Well well, don't worry, wolfie. It seems today is your lucky day, cause the master set his sights on you... And when he sets his sight on something he hardly ever lets go. He can never say no to what his friends ask of him, you know. Specially the ones he's fucked before."

The dragon kept rubbing the riding crop lightly against his balls while he spoke. The wolf's ears perked up, but he was confused. The dragon sounded serious, but chuckled at the same time. Still, his words didn't make much sense.

"What? The hell are you talking about?"

Was he talking about the dragon lord? Emett growled. He wouldn't fall for whatever tricks this new dragon wanted to try on him. He would endure everything and resist the dragon's magics. The dragon stopped rubbing his balls and walked to his front, entering his field of vision. The wolf was still growling and showing him his teeth when the dragon simply brought his hand up and snapped his claws.

"I think it's safe to come out, master."

The dragon said, still looking at him. The wolf's growl diminished out of confusion. He didn't understand at all until one of the bigger boxes at the corner of the room started moving. The lid over it sliding to the side until it fell off with a "thump" and from inside the box, a robed figure started to rise. The wolf's eyes narrowed as the figure stepped out of the box, stretching himself casually while not one, but nine tails swirled behind him.

"Whew! About time! Do you have any idea how uncomfortable staying in that box for hours on end was? Next time I better be presented with a padded box."

The wolf still stared at the figure confused, but the red dragon chuckled at the comment.

"I'll see what I can do about that, master."

The robed figure approached them and slid the robe's hood off. The wolf, who had just been staring at them in confusion widened his eyes. At first, the stranger struck him as a fellow wolf. His muzzle long and slender, it was covered with a dark grey fur that looked kind of silvery, except for the lower half of his muzzle, which displayed a white tone of fur. His ears, however, were longer than those of an average wolf, resembling those of a fox.

"Now, I hope you'll all excuse me, but robes are definitely not my thing."

Saying that the mix of fox and wolf, a folf, pulled his long black robe over his head, revealing his completely nude body underneath it. Emett's eyes couldn't help but widen a little more. The dark gray, silvery fur that covered most of his head also covered the majority of his body. It started on the top of his head all the way down his back and sides until reaching his nine flickering tails. The white fur under his muzzle extended down to cover his belly, exposed groin, and inner thighs. He also featured a third color: a classic fox-like cerise red which separated the white in his belly from the gray of his sides, while all four of his paws showed a black "sock" like fur that went up only until his forearms and calfs. It gave him quite a unique mix of colors and look. Along with his fur and tails, the next thing that caught Emett's eyes was the fact that the folf was wearing a collar and a pendant. His collar, unlike the simple, thick leather one he'd been forced to wear, had a noble look to it. It was also made of leather, but it featured white spike studs running around its circumference. The collar was also adorned with a glistening heart-shaped ruby in the front, while his pendant, which had a cross design and seemed to be made of silver, had an amethyst as its centerpiece. Emett didn't even need to look into the details to recognize the figure.

"Y.. you are... You are the Wild Rose of the Free Lands! What are you... You're working with the dragons too?!"

The wolf glanced between the folf and the red dragon still very confused, but now with a low growl coming from his throat. The folf was a famous figure, regarded as a very powerful mage, but if he was working with the dragons Emett wouldn't let even him break his will. His growl stopped as soon after it began, as his statement made the folf break into laughter.

"Heh. I see my reputation precedes me, but by the gods, me? Working with those dragons? Hell no. I mean, I've certainly worked with a fair share of dragons, among other things."

The folf and dragon shared a quick look with a sly smile.

"But I certainly wouldn't work with THOSE dragons. Too much ambition and not enough balls to back it up properly. I work for myself only, thank you very much, though how my pet here has already spoiled it, I can't deny a favor from a good friend. Specially when he's a fancy wolf prince."

While speaking, the folf got closer to the bound wolf. Still unable to move, Emett blushed. The folf didn't seem to mind at all the fact that he was completely naked and his sheathed cock and balls now stood very close to the wolf's face. He could almost smell a hint of musk with his nose.

"Ah! But how rude of me! I forgot to introduce myself. That silly title I have is hardly a proper name, huh? My name is Ryker Rose, at your disposal."

Ryker extended a paw as if to be shaked, but the wolf just glanced up at it. If anything, it made him blush even more, as it made him aware of his bound condition. His cock still stood semi-hard under him, exposed. The folf seemed to realize his mistake and withdrew his paw shortly after.

"Does that mean you're here to rescue me? Did third lord Regnar send you?"

Emett still looked up at Ryker with a hint of suspicion, but hope started to rise in his chest. He'd do anything to get away from the dragon lord. Anything. The folf opened a smile again.

"Nah. I wish it'd been Regnar. That big guy would probably be lots of fun. But the details don't matter now. We don't have much time. Yeah, I'm getting you out of here."

As the folf spoke, he walked to the bound wolf's side, leaving his vision. Emett tried glancing to his side to see where he was going, but his movement was very limited. He blushed once again, tucking his tail down between his legs in reflex. He knew Ryker would be able to see everything. Still, all he could do was look up to the red dragon, still standing with his hands crossed over his chest and an amusing smile on his muzzle.

"Well? Then what are you waiting for? Please unbind me! And what about the dragon? Are you controlling him or something?"

The question made Ryker and the dragon both chuckle.

"Well, in a way, you could say that. He's been working under me for quite a while now, if you know what I mean."

The wolf could see a hint of a blush in the dragon's muzzle from the folf's comment this time before he stepped up to speak.

"My name is Arkon. I used to work here, in this castle, but after I met master Ryker things... changed. My master and I are both taking a great risk to get you out of here. I hope you appreciate that."

Emett could almost smile. His tail swirled in a hint of a wag. He really was getting out! Out of this hell! Suddenly, he felt a hand over his cock. The simple touch was enough to make it throb and start to harden again. Glancing to the side he could see a thin outline of Ryker kneeling next to him. His muzzle turned red instantly.

"W.. what are you doing?! That's not..! J.. just get me out of this, please!"

The touching on his cock didn't stop. He felt fingers groping his length and then squeeze his slightly inflated knot, kept out of it's sheath by the cock ring a few times. It made his wolfhood reach full hardness in seconds, much to his shame.

"Hmmm. I'm afraid it's not that simple. If we get out with you still wearing this, the dragon will track it down to us in the blink of an eye. At the same time, there's no way it's coming out without you cumming at this point, but it also has a nifty little enchantment that won't let you cum no matter what. Very clever."

The wolf's ears folded back against his head. He was stuck in that cursed dragon's gadgets? It was bad enough that he could hardly do anything without getting hard and needy after so long.

"There must be something you can do! Can't you cut it out of me or something?"

Emett felt the folf's hand touching the cock ring now. He rubbed his claws over it, touching his knot while he did it, too. It made the wolf's shaft leak a drop of pre. He shouldn't be, but was so horny...

"Nope. It looks like leather, but no regular tool will cut through it. I could work on enchanting something for that, but it would take too long and require things I don't have here. Plus, it'd probably damage this beautiful tool you have here."

Saying that, Ryker gave the wolf's cock a small flicker, making it dangle beneath the wolf and almost getting a moan out of him. Emett's muzzle was crimson red. This wasn't the time to joke around! He just wanted to be rid of the dragon. To be rid of that cursed ring. And to... cum. He really, really, really wanted to cum. But that could wait. He had to get out of there.

"Well then, what do we do? Can you at LEAST let me out of this thing so I can stand like a proper wolf?"

Ryker stood up again, moving to his front while scratching his head, apparently thinking.

"Hmmm... Nope. It's better if you stay like that for what we're gonna do. That way I'm sure you won't get in the way or try to do anything stupid."

The wolf's eyes narrowed again, while his ears folded back slightly.

"Wha? What do you mean by that? What are you gonna do?"

Ryker's muzzle opened up a smile full of amusement again.

"I gave you the solution as soon as I glanced upon the ring, didn't I? Well, to remove it, all we have to do is make you cum."

The blush was quick to return to the wolf's muzzle.

"But you also said that thing didn't allow me to cum! And I have... experienced it, too."

"I am fully aware of that. But with my help and some effort on your part we might just be able to achieve it. We don't have much time, though. I believe the dragon said two hours? Not too much of that left. We better hurry."

The folf crossed his arms, looking down at the wolf with a serious expression for the first time since he got there.

"Are you ready to try your hardest to be free of the dragon's influence and get out of here?"

The wolf's determination was palpable. His answer was obvious.

"Yes. I will do anything."

"And say... you don't know much about magic yourself, do you?"

"No, sir. Unfortunately I do not."

"Very well."

Ryker moved closer to the bound wolf once more. Closer than before. Emett tried to look up to stare at his face like a decent person instead of his sheath and balls, but that was quite impossible.

"There are two things we need. First: stimulation. Not that you need too much of that, seeing the state you're in, but it always helps."

The folf looked at the red dragon, who just nodded and moved behind the wolf. Emett's ears went down again. Couldn't the damned mage be clear with his words?

"You can go to town back there, pet. Give it your best shot. He won't be able to cum for a while anyways, but we need it as ready to come out as possible."

The wolf's ears perked up listening to Ryker's words.

"What... does that even mean? What's he going to d... Unfgh!"

This time, Emett couldn't hold his moan. He felt the dragon's muzzle enveloping his fully hard cock instantly, taking more than half his length and already starting to suckle on it. In his pent-up state where even his touch brought him close to the edge, this was far too much. Slowly, the dragon started taking more and more of his cock down his throat, until his nose was bumping on his now very engorged knot. Emett's legs trembled, barely able to keep standing with the dragon under him. Another moan came out. Then another. The dragon swirled his tongue masterfully, licking the underside of his wolfhood and sometimes even sticking it out to reach and press against his very sensitive knot. It took but minutes for him to feel ready to blow his load. He felt his balls aching and that rising, undeniable feeling that came before the pleasure of climaxing... but as always, his climax wouldn't come. He was left hanging in that state. And with the dragon's tongue expertly working his cock, he was very much stuck in it. It made his moan turn into a whimper of frustration. He closed his eyes. He felt SO close. Just a little more. But that little more never came! He whimpered again, but his focus on his own climax broke as he felt the folf's paw giving his muzzle a few light slaps to get his attention.

"Hey. Focus. Like I said, that's only half of what we need. You see, as a mage, there are a thousand ways I can work with my magic. But I particularly chose one that I feel suits me best. And that is, of course, sex."

The wolf glanced up at Ryker. Not like he could see much more than his sheath, now closer than ever and almost touching his nose. He could barely focus on what the folf was saying in his edging state, but he tried to. He needed to get out more than anything.

"What... does th.. mmff.. means?"

Emett blushed again. This was hardly appropriate behavior on his part. But the dragon was just so damn good!

"It means my magic works better through my sperm. My seed, if you will. I'll be short and blunt here with you, wolfie. You have to suck me. Get a load out of me and, as you swallow it, I'll help you overload the cock ring and force you to cum through it."

The wolf's eyes went wide this time. He had to do what? His muzzle went back to full redness from the thought of it.

"I have... what?! But...!"

"Oh, don't worry. Seeing you all bound, edged and pent up like that really gets me going. I assure you it won't take too long."

That wasn't the point at all. Still, Emett could barely think straight. He wanted to get out. And at that moment, he wanted to cum. So, so badly. He looked up at the folf's sheath in front of him. He saw Ryker's red cock already half hard out of its sheath. He hadn't even noticed that. His ears folded back by instinct and he blushed harder than ever. The folf took a step forward. He could feel his gaze over him and somehow he just knew he was smiling. Now fully within his reach and almost touching his lips, the wolf opened his muzzle to envelop Ryker's shaft. The folf took another small step forward, making it easier for him to take it in his muzzle. He wasn't experienced in blowjobs at all, though he was ashamed to say he had blown countless dragon cocks in his time in this castle. He coaxed the folf's cock out with his tongue, licking it gently, and he instantly felt it continue to grow inside his muzzle. Fast. Soon he was struggling to keep it all inside as the folf reached full hardness.

The dragon attacking his cock started using his paws too. He grabbed Emett's cock by the base, holding it steady for his sucking as he bobbed his head up and down his length with what felt like surprising speed. It felt amazingly good. The hand holding his cock also squeezed his knot ever so slightly with each up-and-down movement. The wolf's feeling of edging was constant now. It felt like he was going to cum at any second, but it still didn't come. He was having trouble keeping his panting and moaning at bay to focus on sucking the folf's cock in front of him, but his need of cumming and the knowledge that this was the only way renewed his efforts. The wolf closed his eyes and sucked on Ryker's cock trying to mime a little bit of what the dragon was doing with his. It seemed to work, as he felt the first drops of pre hit his tongue with a very salty taste. It made him frown, but it didn't taste so bad. His master... or rather, the dragon lord, always made him swallow the loads he was forced to suck out of him, but as "Dog" he remembered loving the taste. Wanting it. Craving it. The thought of it made him blush with shame again.

"You're doing a good job, wolfie. A little sloppy but that's forgivable. Gimme more tongue, come on. It won't take long now."

The wolf felt Ryker's hand reach over his head, as if keeping his head against his cock. Not like he could move out even if he wanted to. He tried harder. Tried harder through his own incredibly high pleasure. He used his soft, long canine tongue to nurse the cock in his mouth and, passing through it, used the dragon's technique to stick a little of his tongue out and reach the folf's also engorged knot. It was much harder to do than it looked, but it seemed to work as well as it worked with him. He heard the folf let out a soft moan and thrust a little deeper into his muzzle. It almost made him gag, but he powered through it. At first he thought Ryker had noticed it, as he pulled half his cock out of Emett's muzzle, but the wolf was sure that wasn't the case when the folf immediately plunged back in with a powerful thrust. Then he went out again. And in. And out. Emett blushed harder, realizing the folf was now fucking his muzzle, but if it served to get him off faster... so be it. He used his tongue to help every time Ryker thrust in him and he could feel the folf getting closer. He felt more and more pre smeared across his tongue, filling his muzzle with the salty taste while he could hear the folf panting over him, much like he was doing himself.

The dragon under him seemed to notice it too. His efforts seemed renewed as well as he sucked Emett's cock faster than ever, massaging his knot without pause now. It was heavenly good. The wolf felt Ryker's hand over his head grabbing his fur in a tighter grip. His thrust got faster than ever. He felt the folf's cock throbbing against his tongue and then, he knew it was time. His ears folded back completely as he braced himself for what was coming and, sure enough, it came. He felt the first jet of cum from Ryker's cock hitting the back of his throat directly. The folf kept his cock almost fully inside his muzzle as the torrent of cum started rushing in. Emett's first reflex to the much stronger taste was to cough it out. He let some of it drool down his muzzle and neck, drenching his neck fur in cum, but he quickly remembered he was supposed to swallow it, and thus he started gulping it down with his eyes closed. More and more cum came, and more and more he swallowed. He felt Ryker's grip on his fur tighten even more, and then the folf's other hand joined the first one, both over his head.

Out of nowhere, while he was still gulping the last jets of cum from the folf, he felt a strong jolt in his head. It made his fur spike completely, and it seemed to run through his whole body slowly, going down from his head. It made his whole body spasm for a second, his eyes going wide, his whole fur completely spiked up, and then, it seemed to reach his cock. As it did, he could feel. He could feel so clearly as the overload worked. His cock grew. His knot inflated more than ever, signaling he was about to cum. The cock ring at the base of his cock simply seemed to snap and was sent flying to the floor, ripped in several pieces. And most important of all, his climax came. Emett couldn't help but smile, his eyes closed in absolute bliss, as the orgasm that had been denied from him for over a month finally came. After being teased and made to tease himself for so long. After the dragon's amazing blowjob. He finally came. He felt his pent up seed going through his cock, inch by inch, to erupt in a powerful jet of cum that the dragon apparently was glad to take in. He felt the dragon's muzzle still enveloping half his cock and suckling it lightly as he shot rope after rope of his seed. The dragon's gulps could be heard loudly in the silent room, filled with nothing but the panting of both canines. His cumming lasted for almost a whole minute, but to him it felt like an eternity of the best relief of his life. He was left panting hard as his orgasm finally started to wind down. The wolf let out a sigh of relief, only then noticing the folf's engorged cock had left his muzzle that still drooled some of its cum through the sides. Ryker's hand on his head scratched behind his ears playfully, as if complimenting a dog.

"Good job. I knew you could do it."

The wolf smiled, filled with relief. He was free, and he had finally came. He heard the dragon getting up at his side, who then moved up to start unlocking the padlock on his stocks while cleaning his muzzle with the back of his paw.

"Quite pent up he was. I think I deserve a reward for keeping his wild seed from spraying around and give the dragons a mean to have his essence."

That seemed to bring a chuckle from Ryker's throat.

"Oh, believe me, you'll get a reward alright."

The stocks finally opened with loud creaking sound. Emett stood up, stretching his back with relief as the dragon moved to kneel at his side to unlock the manacles at his ankles. The wolf was suddenly aware of his knotted, still engorged cock. It wouldn't get down for at least another half hour, and it made him grab it to cover it with his paws. Still, there were bigger problems to worry about.

"So, I'm finally free. I can't thank you enough. But now how do we get out of here? There are far too many guards between this place and the castle entrance for us to go through."

Ryker opened up another of his sly smiles.

"Oh, don't worry. I've got that covered, too. I'll teleport us away from here. We've got a camp a few miles into the woods north of the castle walls."

The wolf lifted an eyebrow. Teleportation? He knew Ryker was a powerful mage, but THAT powerful? The dragon finished unlocking his manacles and stood up next to them. Ryker showed a serious expression once more.

"The teleportation itself will be instantaneous, but as soon as I do it the dragons taking care of the magic wards of this castle will sense me and get on high alert. We must make haste back to the wolf lands. Our friend here has much information they would very much like to know."

Ryker smiled at Emett. Damn right he did. That fool of a dragon, in his complete confidence of his power over him, had told him all kinds of things about them and their plans. For all he knew, he only hoped they wouldn't arrive too late. Another concern popped into the wolf's mind, though. One he'd been tormented with for a long time now.

"But what about my men? I had three wolves in my squad that got captured with me. If we could rescue them as well..."

Ryker raised a paw, stopping him.

"I looked into that. All three of them were questioned and sold as slaves. Seems the dragon lord only wanted the captain for himself. I have people tracking them down as we speak, but they will have to wait until we are safe first."

Emett nodded. It hurt to leave his men behind like this, but he swore to himself he'd come back and get them out. Hopefully their fate wasn't as bad as his had been. Hopefully.

"Now, hold on to me. We don't have much time. They might have picked up on that trick with the cock ring, too."

Arkon extended his hand to hold on to Ryker's shoulder and Emett did the same. The folf closed his eyes, his nine tails flickering as he mumbled a few words to himself. Emett blinked, and suddenly he wasn't in the castle anymore. He gasped as he felt the air around him change. Earth and trees all around them. They were in the woods.

Ryker seemed to stagger for a moment and then fell forward. Arkon was quick to grab him with his arms before he could fall, but the folf seemed pale. Emett knelt to help, full of worry, but Ryker just smiled, waving a paw dismissively.

"Heh. Teleportation of three takes a great deal to do. Only serves to show how great I am, I suppose. I'll be fine."

Ryker's voice showed how exhausted he was from the spell.

"We have horses ready nearby."

The dragon added. Arkon moved to help Ryker stand up passing the folf's arm over his shoulder. The wolf was quick to help, too, holding the folf from the other side. They started walking west. It would be a long way home, and they didn't have much time before the dragons started looking for them. Ryker looked at him with his now usual sly smile, despite his paleness.

"Thank you, Ark. And thanks, wolfie. I'll let you in a little secret. That blowjob you gave me back there? It wasn't really necessary."

Ryker gave him a wink and passed out.