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[b][u][center]Dragon Harem Reboot

Chapter 1: Drake the Dragon’s Slut

for DrakeHavok

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Even after four years, he still wasn’t used to the blue sky.

It was something that was...normal for this world, Draconicon supposed. It never seemed to be a problem for the human inhabitants, nor did it seem to cause them any real difficulty with their day to day lives. Even most of his kind had gotten used to it by now.

But him…

[i]It should be red. It just doesn’t feel right seeing blue up there when it should be red.[/i]

The black dragon shook his head as he walked down the street, his bare feet slapping lightly against the pavement with each step. Nobody bothered to step in front of him; for that matter, anyone that saw him from a distance rapidly crossed to the other side of the street, respectfully giving him the right of way.

And why wouldn’t they? He was a dragon, after all, and they were only humans.

Ever since the portal had let his kind leave their old world, they had been the ones to rule. He had been part of the vanguard to head through first, and had been at the forefront of the Transformation War, where a hundred dragons had taken the fight to the humans, breaking down their walls, their defenses, their armies, and turning them into something more...useful.

When the rest of the dragons had come through after the peace treaty, the vanguard had been reduced to merely seventy, but the world was theirs without any question in the matter.

He, as well as the rest of the vanguard, had been awarded with a piece of the world to rule. For him, that was a significant chunk of what had been the Pacific Northwest, according to the old maps. Now it was known as the Soaring Sound, for the waterways in the north and the various valleys that made so many wonderful whistles as the wind blew through them. Draconicon enjoyed it, for the most part, though he often thought of the old world and the things that he no longer had.

A pity, truly, that the old world had been destroyed as the portal collapsed.

Still...at least they had this new world, even if they had to share it with new subjects. Draconicon watched as the humans kept to the opposite side of the street, most of them not daring to look at him after noticing he was there. They kept their heads down, their attention elsewhere.

[i]I wonder if it’s fear or hate ruling them today.[/i] Honestly, he didn’t know. While there were definite factions among the humans that approved of the dragons, welcomed them, they were something of a minority. Just enough to throw favor the dragon’s way and make it so that the governments of humanity had more reason to cave in, just little enough to make it so that the dragons could never find them when they wanted to.

Draconicon shook his head. Better not to think of it too much, or he’d just get more stressed out than he already was.

And, to put it mildly, he was stressed. Being ruler of a region was less fun than it had been in the old world. Back there, he had been a king, a lord of his land, unquestioned in rulership. He told his servants what he wanted done, and it was done. Nobody questioned him, nobody fought him for the right to do something different. Dragons were the unquestioned rulers.

Here…

The humans were always talking about how this or that would trample on someone’s rights, despite those rights being revoked at the end of the wars. They talked about how this would sabotage someone’s job, despite all jobs being guaranteed by the Dragon Authority. They said that they would have to vote on a measure, even though any human council existed only at the whim of the local leader. Not once did they think that they were pushing for something that they didn’t need. Not once did they think that they were asking for things that they no longer had.

He realized that he was starting to growl, and the dragon shook his head, taking a couple of deep breaths as he passed by several stores. The hard ground - pavement, he remembered, was the human word - sizzled under his feet, and he took a few moments to gather his magic back up.

Best not to cause an incident.

When he was sure that it was back under control, the dragon gathered his robes more tightly around him and kept walking towards his destination. If he remembered right, it was right at the end of the street…

#

“YES! It’s here!”

Drake danced around as he held the card packs in his hand, happily crowing at the top of his lungs as he started unpacking the latest expansion in the Dragon Warrior trading card game. He couldn’t wait to see what the new artwork was like, what the new characters and monsters were.

Then again, he had been waiting for a year for this, and it was about time that the company put out something new.

The young man ripped through the plastic, throwing it into the nearby bin as he leaned against the wall. The usual din of people calling out different card moves and titles faded away as he shucked away the last bits of the colorful wrapping and fanned out the cards, his grin only getting bigger as he looked over the new, shiny creatures.

Immediately, he was hit with a wonderful surprise. He’d heard that several new black dragon tribals had been put out, but he had no idea that they’d be like this. The loincloth-wearing figures stood tall and proud on the card, and Drake giggled, running his fingers around the edges.

“Man, this is so cool…”

He couldn’t believe that the company had gotten permission from the Dragon Authority to use their likenesses on the cards. The new artwork showed them off in a way that photographs never could, and it took all of his self-control to keep from bouncing up and down like a little fanboy as he flipped from one card to another.

Dragon Warrior, admittedly, had been a card game before the Wars, but it had taken off in popularity with people like him and other dragon lovers as soon as the Wars had ended. Who would have thought that dragons were real? That magic...that their power...was as strong as it was? The game had gone through a massive re-shuffle and re-balancing after seeing the powers that the different dragons had, taking the different abilities and assigning them to the dragons that actually had them.

One of the biggest shifts was giving the black dragon tribes magic. Prior to this expansion, the blacks had been all about the acid, about burning away the enemy with poison and trickery. In reality, black dragons were sorcerers, or at least, that was what the Dragon Authority told people. And considering what the local ruler was like…

Drake turned over another few cards, and gasped as he stared at the rare card of his pack. It was...it was…

“Hmm. I see the painter took my editing suggestions on board.”

“Meep.”

Drake froze, the soft, deep voice in his ear something that he had never expected to actually hear. The human slowly, ever so slowly turned in place. Soon, he was staring at a black and silver robe covering a black-scaled chest. His eyes slowly, slowly went up, until he was staring into the pure white eyes of the local dragon overlord.

It took him almost ten seconds to remember what he was supposed to do, and when he did, he bowed at the waist, gasping.

“I, I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t know you...am I in the way? Let me get -”

“Still.”

He froze again, and continued holding still as Lord Draconicon reached down and took the card with his painting out of his hand. Drake stared as the dragon overlord looked over it; it was impossible to tell if he was merely staring, or if his eyes were flicking over the flavor text, but the dragon kept looking for longer than seemed necessary.

And for himself, Drake...Drake took advantage to stare at the overlord.

He’d never had a chance to see one of them up close before, and it was far more intense than it was at a distance. The dragon’s scales were small, but smooth rather than pebbly as they sometimes were portrayed as. Each one seemed to shimmer, as though polished to within an inch of its life, and yet, at the same time, harder than any metal he’d ever seen. Drake could just imagine someone trying to dent it, and only damaging the tool they used in the attempt.

And the dragon was tall, too. Lean and thin, perhaps, but also tall, standing almost two feet higher than him. Just over the dragon’s shoulders, he could make out the tips of tightly furled wings, and Drake couldn’t help but wonder how wide they could spread if Lord Draconicon wanted to fly somewhere. He’d heard that they were big, but…

He found himself wondering how the dragon looked under the robe, and stopped those thoughts immediately. They always started as academic, but he knew where they’d go. And right now, in front of the dragon overlord, he didn’t need to show how far his dragon ‘love’ went.

“It seems that they’ve given me a little less power than I deserve.”

“P-pardon?”

“My card. Their description of my power is...sufficient, I suppose, for a game. But it is far from accurate to my true level.”

If it weren’t for the fact that he was utterly terrified of offending the dragon overlord, his jaw would have dropped. He hadn’t seen much about the card, but he had seen enough to know that it was one of the most powerful cards in the game. Able to shift the attack and defense scores of any monster on the field twice per turn, able to fly and avoid any attack from ground based dragons, able to transform fellow dragons into minions, or raise minions to dragon levels? The card was definitely of an overlord tier...and he said that it wasn’t powerful enough?

Just how strong was he?

Draconicon handed him the card back, and Drake immediately took it back, trembling as the dragon walked by him. He looked at the door, took a step for it -

[i]Wait, what am I doing? This, this is perfect![/i]

“Lord Draconicon, Lord Draconicon!”

The dragon turned back to him as he darted over, holding the card out.

“Um, could...could you maybe sign this copy?”

“Sign?”

“Um, autograph...I...I would really like to have a copy of the card, with your signature.”

The dragon looked...surprised. On another person, Drake would have said that the expression looked shocked, but he was pretty sure that didn’t happen to dragons. Nevertheless, he held out the card until Lord Draconicon took it. He smiled wider as the dragon didn’t bother getting a pen; instead, he simply wrote in the black fire of his magic over the card, signing his name under the picture.

“You realize you won’t be able to play with it, now.”

“I know, I know, but - wait. How did you know?”

“...”

Drake blinked as the dragon overlord turned to the proprietor, and ordered no less than four of the big boxes of card packs. When the big cardboard packages were laid out by the register, his eyes just about bugged out. It was more cards than he could normally buy in a month, and the dragon overlord was...was..

“You play?!”

“I admit that I have been interested in it. I haven’t played much, but -”

“What deck do you use? What types? What kind of dragons do you like using most?”

It was pushing, but Drake didn’t care. He’d never thought that the actual dragons would have touched their card games, let alone play them. He had to know.

“Did you play last expansion? Did the Dragon Authority start helping out with the design from the start, or did they come in last minute? Did they -”

“Still.”

The simple word froze him, and this time, Drake realized that there was a little bit of magic behind the command. He was frozen in place, unable to move, unable to talk, as Lord Draconicon looked down on him. He felt those white eyes staring deep into his own, and he wondered, perhaps, if he had taken things just a little bit too far.

The overlord remained silent for almost a minute before finally chuckling, waving his hand to dismiss the spell. Drake almost fell over at the sudden freedom of movement again, only for - to his shock - the dragon to catch him.

“I believe I would like to talk to you more. Come with me. I would have you as my guest at the Palace.”

“The...the p-palace?!”

[i]Oh god, oh god. What have I gotten myself into?[/i]

#

Draconicon smiled as he led the human back towards the Palace. Once, it had been the structure of government that the humans used, a great rounded building on a long street, but that had been seen as too boring for a dragon.

Now, it was a raised citadel of black and white stone, lifted off of the street by over two hundred feet, and only accessible by wings or by the steps that led up to it. The structure itself had gained a number of spires, and the great rounded dome in the center had been removed, replaced with a jagged, mountainous over-throne, something suitable for him to wrap his feral form around. It was far more comfortable than the previous building had been.

The dragon stopped at the base of the steps, however, and looked back at his guest. This...Drake, he believed the human had introduced himself as. Despite the relatively short walk back to the Palace, the human seemed rather winded, and was looking at the stairs the way he would have looked at a vegetarian dish. Distastefully, and not looking forward to the experience.

He chuckled.

“It seems...a trifle ridiculous, to ask a guest to mount the stairs.”

“Please, please tell me you have an elevator.”

“I am not quite familiar with that expression.”

The human’s face turned to despair, but Draconicon just chuckled.

“I have something far better than your machinery, however.”

He snapped his fingers, and a stream of black fire surrounded the both of them. The human looked frightened for a moment before his face was obscured by the cool fire, and it was only revealed again when the fire faded. By then, they were inside.

Draconicon sat down on a simple chair, changing a small pebble at the foot of it into a table and another pebble into another comfortable chair. He smiled, gesturing at it.

“Sit.”

The human obeyed wordlessly, doubtlessly thinking of how strange it was to see magic in practice. Their species always seemed so shocked that magic was something real. Perhaps it was because their history books had spent so long declaring it nothing but chicanery and tricks for foolish minds. Perhaps it was because they didn’t want to believe.

But it was real, and all dragons had some measure of it. His kind more than most.

As Drake sat down, Draconicon opened one of the packs of cards. He removed the plastic slowly, and laid them down in a small pile without looking at them. One pack after another was unpacked in this way, laid out without looking before moving on to another.

He’d cleared half a box before the human spoke up.

“Um, could, um, could I ask why you had me -”

“I need some stress relief.”

Drake blinked, Draconicon continuing to unpack the cards. He’d gotten a fair pile started with it so far, so he started a second pile at its side.

“I have a number of different...entertainments that I’d like to indulge in, but there is nobody around to give me what I need. Games, conversation, sex -”

“Sex?!”

“Of course. It’s part of life, and it’s something that I haven’t had for a month.”

[i]I swear, these humans and their repressed lifestyles…[/i]

“I’ve been considering starting a harem like my fellow overlords, but there has been little time for it. Not to mention that most humans avoid me when I am outside the Palace. It makes it rather difficult to know if they are in the least interested. I do thank you, by the way; your interest in dragons makes you an ideal candidate.”

“For...for sex, you mean?”

“Well, that and everything else. A harem is hardly a one-dimensional society, is it?”

The human seemed utterly at a loss, and Draconicon sighed. Perhaps he should have approached it in the human way, with how they always were flirting and dancing around the bush. But he had been hoping that the sheer fascination would have helped him out.

Pushing the cards out of the way, he leaned back in his chair. He stretched out, pulling his legs out from under his table and putting his feet on it, one ankle laid over the other. As he wiggled his toes, he took a deep breath.

“I think that you will need a little persuasion.”

“Well, what am I supposed to be saying now? You just said you wanted to fuck me.”

“I said that I wanted you in my harem. Fucking is only one thing I want.”

“Then why can’t you just -”

“I have to say, I’m bored with this conversation.”

It was a matter of smallest effort to pull the human across the table. One moment, Drake was rambling about how this wasn’t fair, how this wasn’t what he expected. The next, the human’s soft, squishy face was slammed up against the bottom of the dragon’s feet, held there by a black band of the dragon’s magic, like a rope around the back of his head.

“Just take a few breaths, human. You will see my point of view shortly.”

There was a brief struggle against his feet, hands pushing on them and squirming going on under the band and against his magic. However, there was never a chance of a human pushing away from a dragon. Even without magic, he would have been helpless.

Draconicon continued unpacking and unwrapping the cards, placing them in their piles as the human’s struggles slowly weakened. A few light puffs of air blew across his feet, and he knew that the inhalations after would carry his scent along. The human gasped at the first, and the dragon smiled. However, he didn’t stop his sorting.

He felt the breathing stop for a moment, as though the human was holding his breath. He didn’t push it, merely waited until he felt the desperate puff of air against his feet again, and then felt the rush of air as Drake sucked in a new breath to hold, a new breath that was utterly filled with the dragon’s scent and pheromones.

It was discovered early that a dragon’s scent was capable of bringing a human’s mind down a number of notches. Particularly strong-willed ones, like some of the statesmen seen during the War, were able to resist to a degree, but their decision-making abilities were impaired at best, and completely subsumed by lust at worst. For the normal humans, they quickly were rendered thoughtless, almost mindless while they were under the influence of dragon scent, and were easily reprogrammed to serve them.

It didn’t take long to discover that Drake was one of the weaker-willed ones. In less than five minutes, he was huffing and puffing against the dragon’s soft, black feet, his face hidden, but the need he felt easily felt from the snorting sounds Draconicon heard. He chuckled to himself.

“It is much better once you give in, isn’t it?”

He smiled to himself, snapping his fingers to remove the band. Just as he expected, the human not only didn’t pull back, but he slid up, pressing his nose under the dragon’s toes and sucking in more air, sniffing for the hottest, muskiest parts of the dragon’s feet.

And it wasn’t leaving him unaffected, either. Draconicon smiled as he reached down, fondling himself and squeezing his cock at the sight of the human’s devotion. He wiggled his toes, and the human actually moaned.

“Start licking them, human. Lick your dragon overlord’s feet.”

Starting with such gusto that the dragon wondered if there was a part of the human that wanted this, Drake leaped to work. The human attacked his feet with a need that the dragon had never predicted, and Draconicon was soon moaning as his toes were licked, sucked on. A playful human tongue darted between each toe, licking at bits of sweat that were left between them, and the human moaned at each taste.

Draconicon smiled, rubbing his feet across the human’s face, watching as Drake slipped further and further into a lustful state. It was like watching someone slowly decline into a state of inebriation, or, he supposed, being stoned, as the humans would say. The human’s face was utterly relaxed, the few times that he saw it poking past his feet, and the dragon shook his head.

Letting his robes slide off, he gripped his shaft a little more firmly, giving it a few strokes to the tempo of the human’s eager licks. It left him grinning, and soon had him completely hard. The foot-long shaft in his hands twitched and bounced eagerly, and he gave it a couple of squeezes around the base before letting go. He dragged his feet back from the human, and used another band of magic to keep him from leaping on them so soon.

“It is time to listen, human.”

Drake groaned, reaching out and whimpering as he couldn’t quite grab the dragon’s feet. Draconicon shook his head.

[i]He is definitely lost to the scent. Time to give him his instructions.[/i]

“You will have these every day. However, you will serve as my harem boi. You will be a confidant, a friend, and a slut. You will obey whatever I say, and you will give me whatever satisfaction I want. And in return…

“In return, I will care for you. I will keep you fed, keep you safe, keep you company. You will lack for nothing under my care. And you will ensure that I never leave this room unsatisfied. Do you understand?”

The human groaned, still reaching for his feet. He waved one, wiggling his toes.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes…”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I understand, master!”

He smiled. He had heard that title from a number of different people, but it had been a long time since he heard it with that fervency. It had been missed.

With another snap of his fingers, Draconicon let loose a different spell. The black fire shot from his fingers and snapped around the human’s shoes. It settled in, harmlessly burning off the footwear - an attire that the dragon found utterly pointless, not to mention annoying - and floated the human onto a couch that popped out of another pebble. He was pinned in place, and Draconicon moved to watch, holding those flame-enveloped feet in the air.

It didn’t take long for the human to start moaning as the fire’s magic started to change him. It burned - harmlessly - at his flesh, flashing over the flesh and brightening it, whitening it. Soft skin quickly developed into harder scales, and the human’s toes started to grow into points as small claws replaced his nails, getting pointier with each passing second.

The flame moved on, and as it did, more changes were revealed. The human’s feet grew longer, slimmer as the scales covered them, making them smoother than ever before. Draconicon licked his lips as those white-scaled feet were revealed, turning into something more suitable for his pleasure, more useful for the things that he enjoyed.

More and more of the scales appeared as the fire burned away the human’s clothes, tightening up his legs, trimming them with muscle and strength that the human form hadn’t had. A little tweak to the spell ensured that they would stay slender, rather than thick; he wanted a submissive toy, not a grand challenger.

The human’s moans got louder as the transformation reached higher, and soon the scales and the flame passed over the human’s groin. His pants were burned away completely, and a modest humanoid shaft rapidly grew. Draconicon had little intention of using it, but a throbbing ten incher was more pleasant to look at than a small, diminutive human shaft of less than six. He chuckled as it grew, as it thickened, pushing further and further out until it more resembled his proper cock than the little worms of humans.

He rolled the human on his side, watching as a lump at the base of the human’s spine started growing as well, pushing outwards against the scales and the flesh. Finally, it pushed free, the wriggling length of a tail spilling outwards, growing in a sinuous motion from the human’s back as Drake moaned louder and louder, begging for more.

It didn’t take long for the white scales to spread further over his little human, transforming his upper body from the smooth, if slightly out of shape human to something more reptilian. He refused to give his new harem boi wings - those were reserved for true dragons - but he let him have everything else. A slim white-scaled body, a tender rump, a thick dragon cock; all of that was his.

He pushed the transformation faster, watching as horns grew from the top of the human’s head, as his face was stretched out into a proper snout. His eyes glowed as the changes burned into his head, and Draconicon smiled as he watched the humanity shift to something much more...subservient. Something that knew its proper place.

As the last of the changes wrapped up, he turned his attention to the feet in his face again. He gave them a little kiss along the sole, tasting just a bit of musk and sweat, and chuckled.

[i]He will do well at keeping the other harem members in line, with these.[/i] They weren’t quite dragon-level feet, but they would produce similar pheromones. Mammals and others would fall in line quite quickly.

He lowered the feet to his shaft, rubbing them up and down his cock with a satisfied moan. The soft scales worked well as toys, and he enjoyed the feeling of them squeezing, clenching around his cock. Draconicon started thrusting, pushing against them, fucking them, and to his amusement, Drake started groaning in pleasure. His cock even started throbbing.

“Heh, does my little slave have a little foot fetish of his own?”

The new ‘dragon’ only groaned in response, panting softly as his feet were used as a toy.

“Mmm, good. Then it’s something else that I won’t have to give you.”

Sitting down on the edge of the couch, Draconicon continued to use those feet as his personal playthings. They were soft and warm against his shaft, and they were just the right smoothness to let him feel pleasure without losing friction, and without getting too much roughness rubbed against his shaft. He was already thinking of proper accessories - toe rings, anklets - and just imagining them made his cock that much harder.

He was right on the edge of orgasm when his harem boi started groaning, whimpering. Glancing over at the white slut, the dragon chuckled.

“You want to suck it down, boy?”

“Mm-hmm…”

“Alright. Come here.”

Letting go of those feet was a bit of a disappointment, but he was rewarded with a hot mouth around his shaft right afterwards. Groaning to himself, he grabbed the horns and started pulling the white dragon up and down his cock, using his face as a fuck toy. The transformation probably made it easier than it would have been, letting him thrust deep right from the start, but there seemed to be some natural talent there.

He was already close, and that flexible tongue wrapping around his shaft, teasing him, was all he could take. With a deep moan, Draconicon pulled Drake down to the base of his cock and came, flooding the white dragon’s throat. He was pleased to hear no gagging, no coughing; all he heard was swallowing.

He pulled out, smiling at his first harem boi.

“Good job.”

Patting Drake on the head, he realized that he’d just thought of him as his first. Draconicon paused, then shrugged. Why not the first? He’d need a harem, with his lusts, so why not finally start?

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]