The Bear and the Dragon
#8 of Random Fiction
This is something that was inspired by recent events. This is something I don't do, so it's rare form, but I had to get it out of my head.
The Bear and the Dragon
By: Rogal Urson
The bear sat in his study, working on a paper related to his most recent technological discovery. After taking a sip of coffee, he sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. He had been at it for several hours, and for the last hour, his stomach had been growling loudly. He decided to save his work for now and get some food. Heading out of his study and down the hall into his kitchen, he started looking through the cabinets and pantry to find something to eat.
Settling on some leftover fall vegetable soup and a grilled cheese sandwich, he began heating and putting things together. Just as he was finishing heating up the soup, his doorbell rang. Looking up at the clock he noticed it read quarter of eleven.
"At this hour, who could that be," he muttered aloud, turning off the stove and heading to the door. Opening it, he took one look at the figure before him and gasped. "You're a - "
Before him, stood a dragon, just slightly taller than him. Its scales were black, but seemed to have an almost icy blue twinge to them. Rather beautiful, it made the bear's thoughts further cease, like he was in a trance. "I believe the word that escapes your lips my ursine friend, is dragon. However, your Highness will serve much better my dear bear," the dragon chuckled, running a claw under his chin and strolling through the door, into the living room, sitting down on the couch."
"I know of your reputation as a scholar bear. You have a lovely home," the tone in the dragon's voice, slightly dripping of jealousy and desire of ownership.
"Thank you your highness. My current studies are dealing with privacy and intellectual property. Rather boring stuff actually," the bear replied, rubbing his temples again, trying to remove the slight buzzing echoing in his head.
The dragon smiled, adjusting his legs and tail slightly. "I am a traveler. I have explored most of the world, learning, studying, experiencing. Of course, one never really stops learning does one dear bear," the dragon asked, a slight smirk of glee on his face.
The bear gulped slightly. "That is true your highness," the bear replied, almost robotically.
Standing up, the dragon loosened his robe, revealing a slight protrusion of his cock from his genital slit. "I can sense exactly what you want my dear bear. You want to be controlled, to be dominated. To serve another, without question," the words of the dragon echoing in the bear's mind. "Strip and kneel before your Master."
The last words echoed so loudly in his head, he shrank back in fear slightly, before quickly stripping nude and kneeling before the large dragon, the cock just slightly before the bear's muzzle. "You will serve me and only me dear bear. Because it is what you want, what you need," the dragon growled, pushing the tip of his cock past the bear's lips.
The dragon's warm cock pushed into his muzzle without resistance. The bear began to lick and suckle the warm cock, taking more of it into his muzzle as it emerged from the dragon's slit. Within minutes, the dragon's entire length was covered by the bear's muzzle. The dragon purred and thrummed with pleasure.
"You will serve me and only me dear bear because it is what you want, what you need," the dragon's words echoing in the bear's head.
Every minute that passed, the bear felt a part of him fall away, becoming clouded. The dragon's words took hold of him, enveloping his instincts, his fears, his desires. All that mattered was the pleasure he gave the dragon, his Master before him.
"Yesss dear bear. Sssooo very closssee. You are doing an amazzzing job," the dragon hissed bucking his hips towards the bear's muzzle.
Several moments later, the dragon roared, flooding the bear's muzzle with his seed, so much in fact that small streams of it spilled from the sides of the bear's muzzle, dripping onto the floor. After the dragon's flow subsided, he removed his cock from the bear's muzzle.
"Now now bear. You've made a mess. You need to clean that up. Make sure you get every drop that you spilled," he growled, grabbing the bear's neck and pushing his head towards the pool of cum on the floor.
Without a word or noise, the bear began lapping up the spilled cum, getting all of it within a few minutes, then sitting back on his knees before the dragon.
"Good bear. That wasn't so bad was it?" the dragon asked, almost chuckling.
"Thank you your highness," the bear replied.
Putting his robe back on, he looked the bear deep in the eyes and smiled, an almost psychotic smile. "I will leave now bear. Once I close the door, you will know only the service you provided me and desire for my return. When I do, you will be mine forever, as my servant, as my slave."
And he was gone, the door closed and the bear dropped to all fours, panting. Reaching down between his legs, he gripped his cock and began stroking it slowly. After several minutes, he roared and spilled his seed on the floor before him. Leaning down, he lapped it all up, before getting to his feet and dressing. As he went back into the kitchen, he heard the voice of his Master in his head.
"Good bear," the dragon chuckled and began laughing manically.