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Foot Runes

For DrakeHavok

By Draconicon

Havok grumbled as he was forced to walk barefoot down the sidewalk, every little crack and bump in it coming through with the intensity of stepping on a lego brick. Not that the white dragon had done that for years, but still...

He shook his head, wincing and trying not to focus on the way that his feet seemed to suck in all sensation that they could. Even the softer bits, like the grass that came through the cracks in the sidewalk, were intensified. He swore it was like licks going across the bottom of his foot, and he blushed any time that it got that comparison, hoping that his cock wasn't rising to the occasion.

I swear, if Draconicon is behind this again...

The dragon had little doubt that the black dragon mage was the one responsible. They'd had a war of magic and hypnotism for a while, and it was a war that he was falling behind in. The other dragon just naturally had the edge with his talents, and Havok kept having to recruit friends to help put get some points back on the natural mage.

But that didn't mean that Draconicon was behind this one, he told himself. Someone had snuck in overnight, and...and...

He blushed as he felt himself step in a bit of mud. The soft, gooey feeling spreading around the bottom of his foot felt just like -

Mind out of the gutter!

Picking up the pace in hopes of avoiding further embarrassment - and arousal - Havok ran down the street towards the dragon's house.

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Thankfully, his friend was home, and the black dragon invited him in quickly. Havok made sure to wipe his feet clean before stepping inside, and took the invitation to the living room. He even accepted the water that the dragon gave, using the time to calm himself down so that he could talk without getting a little hysterical.

And it wasn't easy with the way that the carpet seemed to stroke his feet like eager little fingers. Or feathers. He pushed that second thought out of his head, but it was too late, his cock already throbbing and bouncing slightly in his pants. He grumbled, trying to disguise his blush by taking a long drink of water.

It didn't seem to work, though, judging by Draconicon's chuckle.

"So, what seems to be the problem, Havok?"

"I...mmmph, if I didn't know better, I'd guess you already knew."

"Well, I have a few ideas. I mean, you don't usually walk over here with an erection in pants, barefoot, and reeking of magic."

"Does magic reek?"

"Not unless its sex magic. Then it smells...well, you get the picture."

Havok nodded. With a bit of hesitation, he slowly pulled his feet up and rested them on the footrest. He saw the dragon mage's eyes immediately go down to his soles, and he had to work hard to keep from pulling them back and keeping them out of sight.

"Yeah, well...you can see for yourself what my problem is."

"Hmm, I can definitely see that someone had a lot of fun inscribing these."

"What do you mean?"

"That's not any arcane ink. They basically jerked off on your feet and left a rune behind out of the leavings."

"You mean...I've been walking around with -"

"Yep. Cum feet."

Havok groaned at that, but it didn't help his libido one bit. If anything, it made him all the harder to know that. Shaking his head, he watched as his friend knelt down on the floor, and forced himself to keep his legs still as Draconicon rested a hand on his ankle.

"They've, uh, been making me all sorts of sensitive. Do you think that you can help me out with that a little bit?"

"Well, there's a lot of things that these runes can do. I mean, I could work on them, but you have to trust me and not move at all. Even if things feel weird -"

"Wait. How weird are we talking?"

"Eh...potential climax, odd twitches of the body, that sort of thing."

"I've had worse."

And considering the stuff that they had done to each other, he was pretty sure that at some point he'd put the dragon mage through worse as well. Then again, he couldn't remember most of it; some of his memory was a bit wonky from the hypnotic antics that they had done, and he had to take some of the memories on faith when Draconicon explained them to him.

But that was for another time. He took a deep breath, then extended his legs as straight as he could, locking his knees together so that they wouldn't pull back. He nodded, and waited.

It tickled like crazy as Draconicon drew his fingers down along the runes, and Havok had to grip the couch hard and bite his lip to keep from giggling. Each time they drew another line, each time that the claw tips flicked over his soles, it was another giggle that he had to force down, another laugh that he had to bite off.

It only got worse as the 'writing' down there went on. Soon, he felt himself trembling from the increasingly light strokes, feeling like there was a direct line from his feet to his cock. It happened that, when the dragon flicked a finger over his arch, his cock bounced in response, and he blushed.

"Almost done, Havok."

The reassurance wasn't worth much, not when the fingers were starting to affect his head. His thoughts were getting all foggy, and Havok groaned as he tried to keep himself focused on the situation at hand. It wasn't easy, particularly as he swore that those fingers were doing things that didn't actually have anything to do with helping him. They rubbed up over his toes, and then slid between them. Each little thrust was like having his cock teased, or his hole filled. He blushed, groaning as he leaned his head back.

And suddenly -

POOF!

It was like his mind was swallowed up. Thoughts disappeared, his mind ringing with silence. The dragon floated there, in quiet, until words slipped into his head.

Heh, I knew that you would come to me if you found runes down there. Only mage you know, and the only one that has an interest in you...How come you never put the pieces together?

He had no idea what the voice was talking about. He shrugged.

Perhaps you just subconsciously like being used. Heh. But whatever.

He felt his body being adjusted, moved. When he was aware of his surroundings again - at least somewhat - Havok realized that he was on his knees, his head pointing towards the black dragon...who was up where he had been sitting? At least that was his best guess. He couldn't remember.

But those big, black, musky feet were pointed at his face, and he felt like...like he should be doing something with them. But what?

Lick.

Right, that was what he should be doing. The dragon leaned forward, dragging his tongue from heel to toes. Each little lick carried a bit of the dragon's musky flavor along with it, and he groaned softly in appreciation of it, enjoying himself massively as the taste covered his tongue. The scent of sweat, the powerful musk flooded his mind, adding to the fog around his thoughts.

On the occasion that he looked past the dragon's toes, he could just make out the black dragon's cock. Thick and throbbing, it bounced in the other dragon's hand, oozing and adding to the scent in the air. Havok smiled at it, and then went back to sucking on the toes.

You are very susceptible to this sort of magic, I guess. I suppose it's a good thing I'm the only decent mage in the neighborhood; otherwise, you might be taken advantage of all the time. All those different ways of controlling you, hypnotizing you. Geez. It's a good thing you have a friend like me, huh?

Despite all the situations that the dragon had put him through - or, at least, that he felt that Draconicon had, as he couldn't remember them now - Havok nodded. It was good to have a friend to look after him. Good to have a friend to control him.

That's what I thought. Now, why don't you come up a little higher? I have something else that would like attention.

He didn't understand, but his body moved anyway. He slowly crawled up the dragon's chair, his body covering the black dragon's legs until another source of musk brushed his face. Havok opened his mouth before he realized what he was doing, and moaned at the taste of a big cock sliding down his mouth.

Sealing his lips tightly over it, he quickly started bobbing his head, sucking along it. That only got faster, more enthusiastic, as he felt a big pair of feet press against his own bulge, rubbing him through his pants.

That's it. Good dragons get rewarded. Good dragons get the pleasure that they need. And you need so much, don't you, my friend?

"Need...lots..."

It was hard to talk between sucks, but he did his best. Lifting his head off of the tip of the dragon's cock, flicking over the swollen end before swallowing it down to the root, filled Havok with a sense of accomplishment that he had seldom had in the past. He moaned softly to himself, nuzzling against the very base of Draconicon's cock a few times, idly lifting one hand to tease the bigger dragon's sac.

He felt a spurt of pre down his throat at that, and moaned softly at the reward, pushing himself harder, faster, deeper.

You are dedicated...mmmph...I think you...deserve a reward...

The pre flowed faster as he moved faster, and the white dragon did as much as he could to bring out his master's orgasm. It didn't take long, not with how pent up his master seemed to be, and he swallowed down the potent load as quickly as he could. He didn't dare spill a drop.

The thick shaft bumped his nose as he was pushed back, and Havok felt himself being repositioned again. He felt a strange wind against his crotch before a large pair of feet settled on him, and he groaned happily as they started rubbing his cock.

Your reward, my little pet. Let's see how long you last, when under the slave runes...

Slave runes...for a moment, that sounded like an important thing. Then it faded away, buried beneath pleasure.

The End