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Runic Revenge for DrakeHavok by Draconicon

He'd learned from the past few experiments not to start anything when Havok was under a spell. The last thing he needed was for his friend to come bursting in and mess with things, setting off another explosion because he wanted something fixed. Draconicon had ensured that his friend was completely spell free two days ago, so this time, he knew, it was safe to actually get some work done.

Just gotta add one more ingredient...

The black dragon hesitated with the dropper over the bubbling cauldron, looking over his shoulder at the door. He stopped and walked over to it, quickly turned the latch to lock it, and walked back.

NOW it should be safe...

Slowly, he tilted the vial further and further, stopping twice to look back at the door. He kept swearing that there was some reason why he shouldn't go on, that he was going to be interrupted, but he couldn't see why. Finally, he forced himself to tilt it that little bit further -

"DRACONICON!"

No no no no n-

BOOOOOOM!

"Why...why didn't I check the fucking window..."

Draconicon grumbled as he pulled himself onto his couch, looking back towards the wrecked wall and door that he had left behind after the explosion. He knew that he should have checked everything. He'd checked the door, checked the walls, even run through the house...but he hadn't checked the damn window. So when his friend had come up to it and started shouting, he lost control, and one did not just lose control of a spell with a potion. One lost furniture, at best.

Glaring at his visitor, he slowly pulled himself together. It took a couple of deep breaths to calm down, and a little bit of magic to fix the still-smouldering edges of his robe.

"This better be good, Havok. That's the second spell this month you've made blow up in my face."

"Yeah, well, this is the fourth time this month that you've put a spell on me."

"Counting the memory erasing ones or not?"

"Huh?"

"What?"

Havok narrowed his eyes, but Draconicon wasn't bothered by that. More, he was bothered by the thought that Havok might be bespelled. He had been very careful to remove anything that might have found on him - visually, at least - before he had gotten this particular bit of work underway. Mostly to avoid what had just happened.

"I haven't spelled you at all."

"Uh huh."

"Okay, I haven't spelled you this week."

"Uh huh."

"Okay, fine. I took off all the spells on Wednesday, and it's Friday now. Two days, no spells. Happy?"

"No spells for two days? What do you call the runes on the bottom of my feet, then?"

"Someone else's sloppy seconds?"

He laughed at his own line, and after a moment, so did Havok. Considering the number of things that the two of them did involving feet, 'sloppy seconds' was not a bad - or even inaccurate - comparison.

"But you seriously have a bit of writing down there?"

"Yeah...you didn't do it?"

"No."

"You must have."

"I swear I didn't."

"Why should I believe that?"

"Because I took all the spells off so you wouldn't come over here and do THIS again? Do you think I like putting my house back together every time that it goes boom?"

"Yeah, well...I think you should fix it, anyway."

"Will that get you to go away so I can work?"

"Soon as you fix the runes, I'm gone."

Good enough for him. Sighing as he pulled himself back off the couch, Draconicon knelt down at the white dragon's feet. He lifted one up by the ankle, and turned the sole to face towards the light. His eyes flicked over the rune patterns, and he immediately realized three things.

The first was, this wasn't his work.

The second was, this wasn't sensitivity runes.

The third was, this was a trap.

His view went fuzzy as the runes activated, washing over his mind and blasting him back in his thoughts. He groaned, slumping back onto his heels as he let go of the foot, but Havok just raised the other one. Draconicon didn't even have a chance as another wave of magic blew over him, shooting through his head and over his body. A tingle rushed down his arms and legs, and his head wobbled back and forth as he fought a sudden wave of dizziness.

That dizziness led to him leaning forward, and shortly after, to his face landing against a smooth, white sole. The impact made him gasp, which in turn flooded his nose with a soft musk, a teasing, tantalizing smell which kept him from pulling back. He took another breath, and another, and the fog in his head started to cover his thoughts, making it harder and harder to think.

From the distance, he could make out a voice talking, and he swore it sounded familiar. He could almost put a face to it, a scale tone that was almost the same color as the foot against his nose.

"Ah, look at the little black foot dragon. You know, you really need to stop hypnotizing me. We're getting into a full-on hypno war at this point."

He couldn't respond. All he could do was keep breathing in, keep sucking in the scent. The fog rolled over his mind still further, burying his thoughts completely until it was nothing more than a mass of white. A blank page.

But...a blank page filling up with writing, as that voice kept talking.

"This won't last too long, but it'll work long enough for us to have some fun together. You, always acting so dominant, when I bet you want to play with my feet as much as you have me play with yours. Your foot fetish is as big as mine. So, why don't you get to work, huh? You got a pair of feet right in front of your face. Worship them, Draconicon."

That was more true than the dragon realized, and he immediately turned towards the white feet ahead of them. Soft, scaly, smooth. Perhaps slightly damp, but nothing bad. He smiled as he leaned in, his tongue hanging out of his mouth for a moment before he started dragging it up and down those soles, revelling in the soft taste of salt and musk.

In short order, he was panting, gasping happily as he dragged his tongue over one foot, and then the other. His forked tongue left wet lines along the scales, dragged from heel to sole and back again each time. Each lick left him smiling a little bit more, and left him with a bit more of a tent in his clothes. He grabbed for the other foot, nuzzling it while he licked the first.

"You know...maybe you should take off your robe. Just to keep it from getting too tight, to keep you from playing with me."

He had no idea how his robe would stop that, but if the words said so, then perhaps he should listen. Draconicon quickly pulled off his robe, throwing it to the ground behind him. He reached for one foot, got it, and tried to reach for the second. Instead, it pushed at him, holding him back, keeping him from going to all fours to play with it and keeping him kneeling instead.

"Let me look at you..."

Draconicon paused, but didn't see anything wrong with it. After all, the words were only telling him what he was supposed to do next. He leaned back, and he felt the feet running down his body. Toes slipped over his chest, past the little bumps of his nipples, down towards his waist. He enjoyed the smoothness of the scales against his scales, and smiled slightly.

That smile turned into an abrupt gasp as the toes flicked over his cock, over an erection that he had forgotten in the fog that had overtaken his mind. It throbbed under the white scaled foot, leaving him dripping and squirting at the slightest touches and strokes. He leaned back, pushing his cock further forward, and he swore the other foot joined the first, stroking him, teasing him. He wanted more, but he wasn't sure how to get it.

"Draconicon."

He perked his head up.

"Put...put your feet out too."

Why not? It seemed a perfectly reasonable request. The dragon quickly shifted his position - though never taking his cock away from those feet - and put his feet out into the white emptiness before him. He felt them get grabbed, and soon he felt something hard, rigid against the bottoms of them. He groaned, unsure why, but happy as he pressed his feet against it, exploring it with his soles. It seemed to get wetter and wetter against his feet, but he didn't really know why.

Nor did he care, as the feet pressed against his cock again, milking it, teasing it underfoot. Draconicon leaned back, allowing his feet to be used as the holder willed, not caring as long as he got his own bit of fun.

He moaned freely and loudly as those soles went up and down the sides of his cock, rubbing along the head before squeezing along the sides. The black dragon shivered as a pair of heels pressed against his balls, the rough scales grinding against them for a moment before the feet traveled back up, rubbing along the entirety of his shaft.

It didn't take long for both his feet and the ones on his cock to get wet and slick, and they moved much faster. Draconicon felt himself thrusting, not quite knowing why, but knowing that it felt pretty damn good. His own feet were ground and humped against too, harder and faster with each passing second. He moaned, shivering, feeling something building up deep inside. His cock throbbed all the harder.

"Oooooh, Drac...I'm cumming!"

And so, he realized, was he. Cumming hard, for that matter, spurting his seed all over the white dragon's feet before collapsing backwards. His mind shimmered, and the fog started to clear -

"Uh, let's, uh, keep you down for a bit longer."

Then the feet came back down, and the fog rolled back in as the dragon quietly licked at the soles above his face.

The End