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A well-protected cavern high in the mountains. An area where dragons ruled, and scarce were the other creatures that dared to tread...willingly. To call it a community might have been overstating it - a collection of dragons did co-exist here, even marginally peacefully, but not routinely coming together for any shared purpose. Few humans could even brave the hazards of the climb to get here, much less would want to face off against the dragons, who had power in spades and no qualms about using it on interlopers.

So when humans DID find themselves there, it usually wasn't by their own hand. And such was the case with Acetir's cave, where, at the current moment, the black-scaled dragon was currently getting a female human's tongue working over his dick. Deep, quiet growls rumbled from his maw as he pushed lightly against her, grinding the tip of his tool against her face. There was no physical restraint on her, no obvious signs of control or imprisonment...but looks could be a bit deceiving.

It's always so much easier when their own minds work with me rather than against me.

It had been quite some time ago that Acetir had acquired his two bounties. His technique was one they couldn't have been prepared for - a specialized control magic that a powerful glint of his eyes had embedded deep within them, allowing his influence to work its way in. In the initial days, they had been in a fog, hardly able to think clearly about anything except him...but that had faded over time, leaving them more conscious and cognizant of their surroundings. But Acetir's influence hadn't faded, and had in fact gotten much stronger, simply by virtue of the mind-blowing pleasure he gave them. As their unconscious minds found his presence and authority to be desirable, they didn't fight the control at all - in fact they would claim that it was their own decision to stay and do as he wished. It wasn't really, but they liked it enough that they internalized it. Far more effective than the brute force that most other controllers deigned to use, as far as Acetir was concerned, and why he was the best at snagging human playthings.

His cock was currently being ministered by Esta, the female human of the pair. Today, though, she was lacking her usual enthusiasm; though she was moaning in pleasure around his cock, her efforts were slow and lacked the vigor she usually displayed. However, this was not displeasing to Acetir...in fact, it was quite the opposite. Because it was a sign of something greater...namely, that the swell in the human's belly was in its final stages of incubation. Her drive for sex was waning as her body was channeling more resources to forming and feeding the egg inside her, preparing her to lay it...her response to his overtures was a good barometer for how close she was.

He knew this now from experience - it was the second egg he'd put in her.

If all went the black dragon's way, and he had every intention of ensuring it did, it would be the second of four. The first had likely already hatched, but he wouldn't know for a while - he had brought it off to a distant human kingdom, where it would likely be raised by them and groomed into an upstanding, heroic type, a champion to admire and revere. The second, he would take to the foulest den of demons and let it be twisted into a cunning, sadistic power that would inspire fear and pain. His intent with the third was to cast it amongst a primitive tribe of lizardmen, and for it to usher them into an age of modernity and foster their rise into a new society to challenge others. The last, he would raise himself, have visit his brothers and learn all their ways as well as his own, and make him a fine, well-rounded dragon like himself, with plenty of deviousness and ambition tempered with a sense of restraint and a recognition of the lives of others. After all, there was much more to gain when one saw their playthings as more than JUST toys.

Perhaps an unusual course to chart, and many other dragons would wonder why he didn't just raise all the whelps himself and mold them how he wanted to. But they didn't see things the way Acetir did - they didn't have the designs to create the perfect level of chaos, to be more than just himself but to have his claws dug into the vastness of the world around him, exerting his influences in ways even he couldn't perfectly imagine. Playing the world like a game, pitting different ways of thinking against each other, and then reveling in watching everything shift around his spawn...it was power on a level other dragons couldn't have even comprehended.

There was a lot they wouldn't understand. Like why he would use a human to breed his young rather than another dragon. Dragons always spoke about breeding humans like it was some sort of conquest, but in the same breath would say that the purer the dragon's blood the better the dragon they were. That was their folly to hold - they failed to understand the true power of humans. Not in their feeble, meager bodies, but in their minds...minds free of the burden of instinct, no creature in the world had more capacity for cognitive flexibility. While many creatures of the world had been graced with will and higher thought, most also remained constrained to a degree by their natures, reactive rather than creative, driven to respond a certain way and struggling to rein in those instincts. Humans lacked these bonds, and could adapt more freely...a gift that made up for their lack in other areas quite well. That asset could be inherited, though, by those who weren't human...including dragons. And even a dragon that was entirely dragon in appearance could still possess enough human in them to allow them greater relief from those instinctive drives and make them much stronger minds than any of their “purer" brethren.

Acetir would know - being Humanborn himself.

To any other, he appeared as any dragon would, his form and power being unarguably draconic and of the highest caliber. But he didn't think the same way they did - he thought bigger, wider, deeper, and with much less fetter. And the other dragons couldn't even HOPE to understand the power he held above them and over them. And that in itself was another great power, and one he was happy to exploit ruthlessly - when needed. There was an advantage to being able to get along with them, as well, so he held himself in check where others would lash out without restraint. He knew they respected his power and cunning, even if they didn't understand him...it kept him from being a target, and that was a great asset to him.

He pulled his shaft away from Esta, flashing his fanged grin down at her. “It seems your incubation is coming along nicely. I think you should rest, and prepare for the coming laying."

“Very well." Esta sounded a bit tired, also a tad disappointed. Not a surprise to the dragon - she unquestionably enjoyed him more than she enjoyed the eggs. Certainly convenient in one way for Acetir, as she did not really desire to be a mother, he could do with the eggs what he wished without her trying or wanting to intervene. Of course, he would reward her for her service to him with a good bit of fun before making her capable of laying the third. And there was no question she enjoyed being BRED, if not everything that came after that.

Acetir brought Esta to her room, making sure she had no trouble. Though it was Esta's room, it was not often used by her except during these states; most other times she slept with Acetir himself. It was a comfortable place, equipped with furnishings that were decidedly more human-oriented than most you'd find in the mountains. He'd even hollowed out a storehouse for food so she would have access to what she liked at her leisure, though he would provide food regularly as well. Despite her controlled state, Acetir treated her well - after all, it made no sense to put either her or his eggs at unnecessary risk.

Cruelty for the sake of cruelty was never Acetir's thing, anyway. He was every bit as aggressive and commanding as a dragon of his stature could be, but unnecessary nastiness served zero purpose to anyone, including himself. Harshness should, like anything else, carry a purpose with it, and unless it served his own benefit, he dispensed with it. Certainly, if it did serve his purpose, he had no qualms about it, but it was unnecessary with Esta - she was doing exactly what he wished of her, his control and the bliss he gave all he needed to ensure this.

Not that he wasn't leaving his mark in other ways…

Acetir intended to let her and his other thrall go once he had achieved his goal of four eggs. He wasn't sure he'd get tired of them, but it made sense to keep things fresher - after all, there were any number of humans who could serve him just as well. He would leave them to their own devices after this, removing any remaining control he had over them, but that didn't mean there wouldn't be changes. Esta, he was certain, would never again truly find satisfaction with humans, if she even had before; her desire for something big and powerful to lay claim to her wasn't something he had imposed, necessarily, just something she had taken to. Lucky for her, there were any number of beastmen who would be more than happy to satisfy those urges, and she would no doubt prove popular with them.

Once she was safely settled in, Acetir headed to a different area of the cave, opening another door. This was decidedly NOT a room of comfort and care, but then it wasn't meant to be - this was more what Acetir would call a personal playroom, where he indulged in things more complex than simply sticking his cock into a hole. It was where his other thrall was currently tied up quite nicely, bound and helpless on a rack with his mouth gagged and a ring wrapped around the base of his cock. He grinned as the human's eyes lit up upon his arrival. “Forten. I see you're enjoying yourself...hopefully not TOO much."

No response other than a muddle-headed moan from the male human, which Acetir paid little attention to. He took a look at the ring, which was engraved with a few glowing runes of his own make. The spell was spreading quite nicely, for sure...this was a little innovation he was enjoying testing out, a spell that basically made self-stimulation impossible - even if Forten touched himself down there, he would feel nothing, at least that was the intention, it was still something he was improving but at the moment the human would need hours to achieve release from his own touch. The human would still feel it when anyone ELSE did something to him, though, and would eagerly and readily cum from such treatment - not as part of the spell, just as something he'd already seen quite frequently from Forten.

It quite pleased Acetir how ready and receptive Forten was to just about anything he did. He had noticed it pretty early on, the male was unfazed by Acetir's more adventurous ideas and not just willing to indulge the dragon, but almost begged for it at times. This was an occasional side-effect of the magic he used for control, not directly related to the control but more what he had them do - breaking one inhibition tended to fracture others as well. In this case, Forten had perhaps had latent homosexual desires he had never acted on, perhaps never realized but certainly never acknowledged...forced to be broken in and accept and enjoy it as he deep down wanted to, his release from the lock on that had clearly broken other holds over him as well. Desires to be overpowered, used, toyed with, controlled, and in particular a great love for helplessness and powerlessness, he was as giddy to be under Acetir's power as any human the dragon had ever seen.

Already Acetir had been helping to foster that; the male had formerly had a reasonably muscular body, but currently that strength was bottled away on a shelf in this playroom, leaving Forten appearing like he'd never had to life a finger in his life like some cushy noble. Of course, Acetir would give it back...if he wanted it. He had suspicions, though, that Forten would be leaving with a few more permanent alterations than Esta, and not all necessarily unwillingly...he had already decided that if Forten requested any, he would grant them, on the condition that for each one he granted he would get to impose one of his own. One thing he wouldn't have to impose was the human's lust for big-dicked males, which was already an absolute certainty - it certainly wasn't just Acetir's cock he would love.

Or had loved, in fact. As much as Forten was Acetir's thrall, he served a different purpose. He was the target for Acetir's lusts, but also those of others. Forten was the one he shared with other dragons - Esta rarely was touched by other dragons, and then only with Acetir's reluctant approval, but they could freely have a go at Forten so long as Acetir wasn't using him. And it wasn't just dragons, he'd brought the human to a savage tribe of troglodytes who had greatly enjoyed gang-fucking the helpless human, and shrunken him down and offered him to the kobolds at the base of the mountains. And that was just the start...there was something distinctly satisfying about seeing a human, especially a male human, having to take so many cocks of non-human creatures and degrading themselves to basal cumwhores. And given how much Forten seemed to love those experiences, there would be many more in his future, both fostered by Acetir and of his own volition.

Not at the moment, though. Esta was likely going to be three to four weeks out of commission for sex, it would take some time after laying for her drives to return. And thus Forten was going to be his only outlet, and he was going to make full use of him. The ring came off the human's dick, and Acetir noted with satisfaction the lingering self-numbing effect...it would probably fade over time, but he'd certainly gotten closer to the right rune combination. Then he unlocked Forten from the rack, and carried him out of the room. “Esta has gotten to the point where she requires rest. I hope you know what that means."

“It means I'm all yours, doesn't it?" Forten's voice was a bit vapid, but not entirely so; control couldn't make them entirely natural, but with as dialed back as the direct control was, they were mostly how they would be.

“That's right. You get to experience as much of me as you can handle, day in and day out until she's ready again."

“I can't wait, Master."

“You won't have to, much. I got a little worked up already, you're going to help finish me off." Back in the main area, near the mouth of the cave, Acetir sat himself on the floor and held Forten over his dick. By now the human was more than familiar with it - the pointed tip, thick and ridged body with short, sharp barbs densely packed onto the surface, and bulging knot had been in him many times to this point. But he hadn't had all Acetir's attention focused on him since the first egg, so this was surely going to be more than just a brief encounter, he was going to get all the dark dragon dick he could handle.

Or at the very least, Acetir was going to pretend that...he suspected Forten could handle a LOT more cock than it looked like by this point.

The dragon pulled Forten down onto his cock, burying it deep into the human, all the way up to the knot. There was no gentleness necessary, Forten could take just about anything he could throw at him. Up and down, he worked the human on his cock like a toy, growling deeply at the tightness and stimulation from the human's rear, enjoying the loud moans and cries of bliss Forten was giving off. Both his humans were nice and expressive, but Forten seemed especially so, not just loud but active, twisting and tensing down much more than Esta, allowing his barbs to flex up and down as they clawed along his innards, quick and loud popping sounds ringing out from the ridges as they pushed in. He was already leaking precum as well, only a few thrusts in...well, he HAD been deprived since last night, so perhaps he'd built up a healthy load...or as healthy as his rather diminutive sack could provide.

It seemed like it was going to be a quick romp to the finish to start off Forten's focused service...but the sudden interruption sent those plans sideways, as two dragons suddenly landed in the entrance to Acetir's cave. “Oy! Darkling!" roared a loud and rather bombastic voice. “We're looking for some action!"

“Such a heavenly joy, that you grace my presence here, especially when I'm occupied," growled Acetir impatiently at the appearance of the two. On his left was a emerald-green dragon, by the name of Sharaqa, a relative friend of Acetir's and a generally well-adjusted and unassuming dragon, by dragon standards at least. On the right was very much NOT a friend, a dragon of a rather unappealing orange color named Reugyk. He was the loud one, as he usually was, and generally abrasive, boastful, and demanding. Acetir didn't particularly like him, but Sharaqa did for some reason, so he'd had to put up with him before. Invading his personal space wasn't a typical thing, though.

“Oh, nice, you're putting the human in its place," Reugyk growled pompously. “When's our turn?"

“Why do you assume you get a turn?"

“C'mon, you have these humans for fun, you can't hog them to yourself!"

“I don't typically. Forten here gets around quite a bit."

Reugyk growled again, this time much less patiently. “I never get a shot though! I never seem to be able to get in there when he's active! It's not fair!"

“Reugyk, I told you not to whine about this if we were coming here," Sharaqa interjected sharply.

“Who's whining? I'm just saying!"

Of course, there was a reason Reugyk didn't get many chances. As far as Acetir was concerned, it was his decision who to share his toys with, and he didn't feel particularly inclined to share with Reugyk very often. He doubted he was going to get away with that here, though - the obnoxious dragon could be very annoyingly persistent, and he wasn't in a place where he could just fly away. Especially not with Esta trying to rest. “You're whining. And in case you didn't notice, I'm rather busy with my pet, so unless you're going to wait, you can just run along."

“I'm perfectly happy to wait!" declared Reugyk, much to Acetir's chagrin. It wasn't so much that he minded being watched, but having all the attention on him was not his style. With an agitated sigh, he started to pump Forten up and down harder, working himself to the limit...thank goodness he had already started fairly far along. But he was absolutely going to knot his human just to irritate Reugyk - this was one dragon he had no intention of getting along with. He wouldn't even have indulged him if Sharaqa wasn't involved, he rather liked the emerald dragon and really tolerated Reugyk purely to keep things nice between them.

It wasn't exactly the mood he was hoping for, but pleasure was pleasure, and soon enough Forten's clutching around him and moaning in utter rapture was overcoming the unplanned audience. His precum was spurting again, filling Forten nicely in preparation for the coming deluge. The human hadn't lost any of HIS arousal, certainly he wasn't going to mind being double-teamed...Acetir was going to leave an impression before then, though. Growling, he dragged the human down harder, trying to embed his knot inside. He heard Reugyk start to protest, but it was too late for that, he suddenly drove up and in and that knot popped in quite loudly, and both Forten and Acetir cried out as they began to unload, Forten's meager offering making a slight spotting of white on those dark scales while his gut swelled up rather nicely under the heavy draconic load. That release felt so blessedly good after all the teasing he'd gotten before, a nice bit of relief for his heavy balls.

As he was coming down from the high of orgasm, his ears were graced by the insufferable, irritated sigh of Reugyk. “Come on! Did you HAVE to knot him?" The orange dragon was glaring at him, and by the looks of his lower half was clearly impatient to go. A long, tapered shaft, smooth but with a somewhat twisting shape, was jutting out and dripping pre onto the cave floor. Reugyk didn't have a knot, and while he tended to crow about it and gripe about the issues that came with it, Acetir knew for a fact that he had intense jealousy for those who did. Which was all the more reason to rub that in his face, really.

“I'm not going to deprive my pet of my know just because you're impatient," replied Acetir with a decent hint of smugness. “It would be terribly unfair to him to not allow him to experience such joys."

“C'mon, he can get your knot anytime! Now we have to wait for you!"

“What happened to 'I'm perfectly happy to wait'?" Sharaqa remarked.

“It's different when he deliberately makes you! Ugh, come on. I know you have another human there, just let us have a go at them!"

“Esta is exclusively for my pleasure, and that is not negotiable," Acetir replied acidly. It wasn't technically true, but Reugyk didn't have to know that. “You can wait or you can leave, those are your choices."

“Fucking hell, darkling." Reugyk stomped his foot in irritation. “Two human bitches and you're hogging them both to yourself, whatever happened to sharing? The other one isn't on your cock right now, we could be enjoying them ourselves!"

“Even if I were to consider than in general, Esta is not currently capable of pleasuring you."

“So she's carrying your second, then?" inquired Sharaqa.

“Yes, and far enough along that she needs rest."

“Ah. I thought Forten had been rather scarce recently."

“You're breeding her?!" Reugyk exclaimed. “Get me in on that action! I've always wanted a human to breed!"

“You're perfectly capable of going out and getting your own if you feel that strongly about it," Acetir huffed. “I don't intend to disrupt my plans for anyone else, so you can dismiss any thought of putting an egg in her."

Reugyk glowered and pointed towards Forten. “Fine. Let me breed HIM, then."

“He's not a female."

“There are ways around that!"

“Perhaps, but not GOOD ways. Altering them on that level does not make breeding as effective. Sure, you might eventually get it, but I think you'd probably run out of patience before then."

Reugyk snarled. “I could sure as hell make it happen! Just because you've got defective swimmers doesn't mean all of us do, a virile male like me could breed anyone I wanted! Maybe you need a personal demonstration of that!"

That was NOT a crack that Acetir took lightly; questioning his virility and dominance was something that dragons only did as direct personal slights. And while he had the fluidity of mind that came with being Humanborn, he was still a dragon. But he willed himself to calm down; an attack here was too risky, even if he favored his power over Reugyk's the potential collateral damage of doing it right in his cave, around his humans, was far beyond acceptable. Better to just get him out of here...he pulled up, forcing Forten off his knot, the human crying out as he was stretched forcefully in the reverse of normal. Acetir wasn't worried about harming him, he'd knotfucked the male before and made sure he could handle it. “You should watch your tongue, or you might not get many more chances to demonstrate," he said tightly as he tossed Forten over to Sharaqa, who caught him with the appropriate care.

“Rawr, rawr, rawr. Big roars with no action." Reugyk was dismissive, which suited Acetir fine; revenge was better when they didn't suspect it. “Oy, Sharaqa, I get his ass, gonna show him just what he's missing being under that darkling."

The emerald dragon looked annoyed, but didn't argue this as he stepped up to Reugyk, offering him the human's lower half. Forten was dwarfed by both of the larger creatures, yet looked nothing but excited and eager...he was unaffected by Acetir's reservations or frustrations, as long as he was getting dragon dick he would hardly be dissatisfied. Of course, Acetir had given him a tiny mental twist that ensured that the black dragon would always be his top preference, so he wasn't worried about Reugyk supplanting him, but that didn't make him any less annoyed at having to share him with the jerk.

Reugyk slammed his cock into Forten with all the force he could muster, clearly trying to make a demonstration of his power to the human as he let out a half-throated roar. “Fuck, yeah! Human ass is the best!" he bellowed as he thumped himself into Forten over and over, not giving Sharaqa any real opportunity to get his own end into play. The emerald's shaft was a deep ruby red, with tiny nubs on the pointed head but smooth the rest of the way down, though he did have a knot to boast of, albeit not as significant as Acetir's. And it was rubbing against Forten's face, but he wasn't able to get it inside the human's mouth with all the jostling Reugyk was doing. Being smaller than Reugyk, or even Acetir himself, he couldn't really overpower the orange dragon to steady the human.

Eventually Sharaqa get tired of this and spoke up. “Excuse me, do you mind? I'm trying to get some head here!"

“C'mon, you're gonna make me stop?" griped Reugyk. “Can't you just stuff it in and get on with it?"

“Not with you flinging him around so much! There are TEETH at this end, you know!"

Grousing, Reugyk paused his thrusting, long enough for Sharaqa to get into position and claim Forten's offered jaws - the human certainly hadn't been trying to resist, and seemed in fact relieved to be forced to deep-throat the dragon in front of him. There was no going slowly or savoring it, not with the impatient Reugyk getting right back to it as soon as Sharaqa was embedded in. With his push and pull going in, Sharaqa was more or less relegated to holding himself fairly still, Forten was being shoved into him and dragged off of him without much input from himself. Acetir felt a bit of pity for him - not too much, since it was his bizarre insistence on engaging with Reugyk in the first place, but enough to think he deserved better than this.

“Rragh, yeah, fuckin' hell, this is great!" Of course, Reugyk couldn't leave it at annoying Sharaqa, he had to be bothering Acetir with his bombastic ballyhoo. “Hah, aren't I so much better than that darkling? Yeah, you fuckin' know it, human bitch!" Forten, of course, couldn't reply with his mouth crammed full of emerald dragon cock, and wouldn't have done anything other than moan even if his mouth was free. The orange could play all he wanted, but there was no way he could do anything to simulate Acetir's barbs or ridges in his wildest dreams. Another thing he suspected Reugyk was jealous of...that might have been why he disliked Acetir more than other dragons.

Still, inferior was not unacceptable as far as Forten was concerned. Acetir could see the human twisting and thrashing between the two dragons, his cock releasing a comparatively meager amount of seed to splatter onto the floor underneath him. Of course that only riled up Reugyk more. “Yeah, that's right, cum for me, human bitch-slut, show me how much you want me! Fuck, I'm so gonna breed the shit outta you!" He humped even harder and faster into Forten, body smacking loudly with wet slaps as his pre churned out from the vigorous thrusting. At the other end, Sharaqa was doing his best to keep his own cock as deep as he could, the human's lips kissing his knot over and over. Much less vocal, but his moans were getting louder and more strained, he was definitely on the verge of release himself.

But Reugyk was first, roaring excessively loudly as he fired off his enormous load of dragon seed into Forten. He kept humping as he came, making a nice sloppy mess as he splashed his seed all over the place with his thrusts, almost like he was trying to mark his territory. Acetir scowled a bit, he was going to have to clean up thoroughly later to get that scent out of his cave...another little bit of deliberate obnoxiousness, he was sure. Then again, it wasn't like he wasn't going to have to clean up eventually anyway, even if it was inside Forten now it wouldn't be forever. It was just the effort to get at him that was irritating.

Sharaqa finally joined Reugyk in climax, just as the orange dragon was tapering off. Much nicer and neater, that one, pumping every drop of his spunk into Forten's waiting mouth and throat, the human suckling and swallowing eagerly to drain him of every drop. He held himself tightly against Forten's face, the lack of thrusting from Reucyk giving him a chance to just enjoy that tightness and eager suckling. “Ah...ngh, that feels as good as ever…"

“Humans are the best bitches...always tight and so easy to overpower," growled Reugyk in supreme satisfaction. “Oh, damn, no way I'm just gonna be done with one…"

“I disagree with that statement," Acetir said slightly stiffly.

“Oh, come on, darkling, stop hogging him for yourself! You can't just bogard a bitch like this, it's too good to be kept to just one dragon!"

“I provide opportunities to others plenty. But lest you forget, this one BELONGS to me. As I've said before, you're perfectly entitled to go get one yourself, that you can enjoy to your heart's content. After all, they're easy to overpower, are they not?"

Reugyk huffed. “Why should I have to go out and get one when there's a perfectly good one right here? Maybe I should just take this one and run off with him, since you already have another one." He pulled Forten off of Sharaqa, causing the emerald dragon to give a “Hey!" of protest and shoot the last couple streams of his seed onto the floor, and held Forten closer to him, as if threatening to do just what he was suggesting.

As if Acetir wasn't ready for that - Reugyk wasn't the first to try to swipe his pet. A burst of magic from his hand, and Reugyk roared as his hands were badly shocked where they were in contact with Forten, dropping the human like a hot plate. In an instant, Forten was pulled by another magic force safely into Acetir's arms, well before he was in risk of impacting the cave floor. “I guard my properly carefully, Reugyk, and I have no patience for anyone who tries to take it from me."

“Come on! I was just playing around!"

“After all you've said, you think I believe that for a second?"

“You fucking ass! Like you can keep up with two humans anyway! I wanna breed this one! Stop being so selfish! You know I'm gonna get him eventually if you keep hogging him!"

“Reugyk, enough," Sharaqa cut in, sounding plenty annoyed himself. “You got what you told me you wanted, now we should leave Acetir alone. Bugging him about this isn't going to make him more inclined to give you what you want."

“...Fine." The orange dragon huffed. “But I'm gonna be back at some point and I AM gonna breed that human, I guarantee it." Reugyk didn't wait for a response, turning tail and flying off, Sharaqa fallowing behind with one last apologetic look at Acetir. Really, Acetir didn't understand why the emerald put up with Reugyk, it wasn't like there was a boatload of respect coming his way either...he had his reasons, though, and whatever they were, they weren't Acetir's business.

He was quite glad that Reugyk was gone, but by no means done with him. The insults and threats were not something he could just sit idly by and endure, especially because he was certain the orange would make good on them in some way, or at least try to. And Acetir couldn't have wanted THAT disruption less. No, he needed a dose of revenge against Reugyk, something that would ensure he could put that arrogant beast in his place. He doubted that too many would mind, Reugyk wasn't exactly popular among their community, but going too far would probably turn them against Acetir more than anything, so he had to do something that didn't truly harm Reugyk and which could be undone once the lesson had been learned.

I'm certain I can think rings around him - he's such a base thinker that anyone with a grain of cunning could connive him. The question is how to go far enough to punish him without rankling other dragons or making them feel threatened. Hm...I don't think pain or scarring would fix anything anyway, so something tamer, but imposing...to show him what his imposing on others does to them. And it has to be something he would truly feel…

He carried Forten back into the depths of the cave, mulling over a flicker of an idea or two. Perhaps there was a way to hit him where it really hurt, and humiliate him in a way that he would truly remember even after it was over...

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Even Acetir himself was impressed how quickly it came together. A devious trap that Reugyk would never suspect, couched in something that he desired so deeply...that he could make it happen in the first place was exciting enough, but the real impact of it would be both unpredictable and devastating. And he could safely say it could be undone, when he felt as if the orange dragon had taken the lesson to heart. Acetir had all the confidence in the world that it would be the best revenge possible against someone like Reugyk, and it took a lot for him to keep it to himself and not let on what he was doing.

Thus, it was only a few days later that he was flying to Reugyk's cave, Forten in his arms. It was certainly not the most familiar territory, he stayed away from Reugyk whenever he could, and even now he found this to be the most bothersome part of the whole plan. But like hell he was going to try to pull this off at his own place - Reugyk was certain to react poorly to his punishment, and he wasn't about to put his home, his pets, and his egg at risk. So he had to make the flight and put himself in the lair of the enemy...at least he had his escape all planned out, should he need it.

He finally arrived at the cave where Reugyk lived. Immediately he found it unpleasant - it was far too shiny and gaudy inside, the light glinted off of the walls which were a stark ochre color. Not quite the color of Reugyk's scales, but too close for his liking. He preferred things decidedly dimmer, but he doubted the orange was going to turn things down for him. It wasn't going to be too long anyway, he was sure. “Hello, Reugyk...I've come to have a little meeting with you," he said, not too loudly but loud enough that he was sure Reugyk would hear.

Sure enough, the orange came stomping out a few seconds later, arms folded and chest puffed up as he glared down at Acetir. He was one of the larger dragons, and seemed to be embellishing that size a bit to try to intimidate the black dragon. Not that it was working, which seemed to be a point of contention for Reugyk. “Ain't exactly polite to show up unannounced, darkling."

“What would you call what you did at my place only a few days ago?"

“I had business with you."

“And I have the same. And you might perhaps want to hear it, as I think you'll be wanting to take part, since it includes something I know you want."

That seemed to get Reugyk's attention. “Oh, really? Would it have anything to do with that human in your arms?"

“It would indeed. After you left, I thought about it a bit, and came to the conclusion that perhaps I HAVE been a little unfair to you. After all, you've had fewer opportunities with my pets than any of the other dragons here who have wished to take part." Not that Acetir would call that 'unfair,' but he had no problem with a smooth-tongued lie to achieve his goals. “And I figure the best way to make up for that would be to allow you a chance to do what you really wanted to do with him."??“You're gonna let me breed him after all?" Reugyk asked with obvious excitement. Acetir held his expression in check, not wanting to ruin it with a look of pity, but really, sometimes it was TOO easy. Not that he expected more - Reugyk wasn't a bright one as far as dragons went, he was one of those brawn types.

“Of course. I even properly prepared him for you." Acetir showed Forten to the orange, demonstrating that between his legs had been adjusted, swapping out his male organs for ones more hospitable for breeding. “He should be very responsive to your...commendable virility."

“You'd better fuckin' believe it!" The dragon rushed forward, attempting to snatch Forten out of Acetir's hands, only to be waylaid as Acetir backed off.

“CAREfully, please...he's a human, he's still relatively delicate." Acetir felt a bit of pride at how readily THAT blatant lie slipped off his tongue. “You can't just grab him and throw him around like a toy, you need to handle him a bit more carefully than that."

“Yeahyeahyeah, fine, whatever, give him over here already!" Rolling his eyes, Acetir handed Forten over to the impatient Reugyk. The larger dragon eagerly poked and prodded at the human's pussy, almost salivating over it and clearly enjoying the moans Forten was giving off. “This is gonna be so fucking great, grahaha! He looks so tight and inviting!"

“I'm sure he does." Acetir couldn't deny that - he'd certainly enjoyed breaking that part of Forten in. Like heck he was going to let Reugyk be the first to try out anything he did with his pet. Were he desperate to speed things along, he was sure Forten would be quite an able and eager breeder, the way he reacted to the alteration...but, he wasn't in any rush, he wanted to savor his time with his human playthings, and once things were done, he would have Forten right back to the way he was - until the human begged him for another go, which he slightly suspected might happen.

Reugyk was aware of none of this, licking his chops as he brought Forten down to his cock and shoved in with a bombastic roar. Definitely too loud for Acetir's liking, but this was no longer his domain so he held his tongue. “Fuck, yeah! Tight and hot and wet just like a proper pussy should be! Fuck, he's soaking, he must be in heat! I'm gonna be able to put ten eggs inside him!" Even were his dreams coming true, that wasn't happening, but far be it from Acetir to ruin the mood now.

Why rush it when that was coming anyway?

He was very glad he'd worked himself dry before this execution, as even as little as he thought of Reugyk, the sight of his pet being fucked was definitely enticing. Forten was moaning out and crying as passionately as ever, his body twisting in the arms of the orange dragon as he was pounded with that big, thick, twisty cock. His scent was getting nice and heavy in the air underneath Reugyk's draconic musk, providing a perfect counterpoint that was like a sweet drug to the black. He could hold himself back thanks to his preparation, he didn't want to interfere and throw anything in jeopardy, but he was definitely going to be ready to rumble again with Forten once things were finished. For now, though, his devious smile betrayed the enjoyment of something much sweeter and not as readily acquired.

Reugyk soon hilted in Forten, a nice bulge visible in the human's midsection from the sheer size of what was stuffed into him. “Ungh, fuck, can't believe you're able to take it all...hah, and the darkling said you were fragile, you look nice and stretchy to me!" The orange dragon slammed in even harder, yanking Forten back down on him as he rocked forward, delivering an almost violent rutting. Loud squelching sounds were ringing out from every entry as the combined wetness of Reugyk's precum and Forten's fluids mingled together and squirted out of the tight passage to make room for more dragon dong.

Suddenly Reugyk pitched forward and thumped Forten on the ground, fucking the slut even harder from a different angle as he pinned Forten in place and crashed his body into him. Acetir winced a bit, he'd woven a spell to protect Forten somewhat from rough play - it was necessary when he loved rough play and Acetir loved to give it to him or put him in those situations - but the human was still a human and he didn't want to stretch that added resilience beyond reason. Still, he kept quiet as long as Forten wasn't showing any signs of distress, and the human was still moaning and wailing in utter bliss as he was ravaged by Reugyk's furious slams.

“Yeah...fuck, you're gonna be the best breeder, I'm gonna have big plans for you…" growled Reugyk fiercely, his breathing getting heavier as he rumbled his weighty pleasure, clearly getting closer to finishing this. “Gonna pump you fulla eggs, get a thousand outta you, turn 'em into my own army...we're gonna take everything by storm, rule it all, they'll worship us like fuckin' gods…"

Oh ho...so THAT'S your angle. Acetir couldn't say he was surprised by it, though he'd never gotten an inkling of it before - Reugyk WAS the type to think he was hot shit and that he could rule the world if he wanted to. Some might say he already acted like he did, so it seemed a bad idea to actually give him that opportunity - thankfully his yammery nature gave it away. There was no way he would have gotten a thousand eggs out of any one human, though, no matter how long he tried - that was something that took a little too long to be feasible. And Acetir wasn't about to let him bogard his pet for even close to that long, anyway. Enjoy this while you can, because I don't think things are going to go as you wish...

It wasn't going to be much longer, both Reugyk and Forten were reaching their apices of ecstasy, the tension ramping up as they were wound up for the final release. Reugyk was fucking more slowly, but slamming in with almost disturbing force, pushing Forten hard to get him to orgasm. Acetir decided to take a moment to chime in. “I've done a little extra something...you'll get to simulate knotting him, so that you have an idea what it's like."

“Ragh! Better...be fuckin' awesome!" Acetir allowed himself a wider smile as Reugyk didn't even think twice about it - some people were just that easy. The orange seemed to be fighting tooth and nail to keep from going off before Forten did, and it must have been a massive relieve to hear that ecstatic squall from the human as he started to thrash in Reugyk's grip, squeezing and bucking into that throbbing dragon dick. Moments later, an echoing roar erupted from Reugyk's maw, heralding the release of his thick spunk right into Forten's body. He rose up again, gripping Forten bodily and grinding with furious humps against him. “Holy shit! It's so tight around me! Fuck, this feels damn INCREDIBLE!"

“Indeed, it's very satisfying," said Acetir, his meaning not at all related to what Reugyk was espousing, true as it was. He could see that seed gushing into his human, Forten starting to swell a little from it, still squirming and breathlessly moaning and whining in rapture. It did so please him to see his pet enjoying himself, especially when it led to his enjoyment as well...and that was starting pretty imminently, as suddenly Reugyk froze in place, his grinding stalled while he was as deep as possible in Forten.

“Wh-what? What's going on? He's...I've shot everything and it...it feels like I'm still cumming, something...it's like it's pulling something out of me!" Reugyk was trying to move, but nothing was happening apart from mild trembling. “Augh! Why can't I move? Darkling, get him off me! What the fuck is going on?!"

The orange dragon's panic was like ambrosia to Acetir, whose smile now threatened to tear his face in half. “Just a taste of medicine for you. Come now, Reugyk, you didn't REALLY think I was going to let what you'd said before go, did you?"

“What're you talking about?! GAH! It feels like he's sucking my dick right off!"

“Well, now, I suppose there's a modicum of truth to that." If the panic was good, the dragon's eyes bugging out at that proclamation was absolute divinity. “A nifty little spell, this...perfect for a male that needs to be taught a lesson. Right now your manhood is draining itself into my human's body, forming a nice little egg analogue out of your very essence. I made sure to maximize it, so you're not just going to be smaller...you're going to be a nice, complete slitboy."

“WHAT?! NO! STOP IT, NOW!"

“I'd recommend keeping your voice down. Who knows what passing dragon might want to sample the goods if they hear what's going on?" That shut Reugyk up in a hurry, beyond some rather pathetic whimpers as he felt his dick shrinking down further, still unable to move a muscle below his head. “As it happens, I can't stop it, not that I would. The spell will work to completion, and then my human will hold it within him until I'm ready to extract it. And then, it will be mine to hold onto, until I feel like you've learned a few important lessons in life."

“Y-you...you bastard darkling!" It was as sharp as the stammering orange could make it at low volume. “How dare you...how d-dare you do this to me! This is a violation! You can't...how can you do something like this to a proud male dragon?!"

“Very easily, when they insult and threaten me. Don't try to tell me you would stand for the kinds of things you said to me. Calling me weak, suggesting I'm infertile, hinting at taking what belongs to me by force...you thought I was just going to overlook that? Has it not occurred to you, Reugyk, that I don't LIKE you? That I tolerate your presence only for the sake of those who I have some affinity for? Considering I know you don't particularly like me, I find it odd that you wouldn't suspect that."

“I…" Suddenly Reugyk seemed to be at a loss for words, a state that Acetir was thoroughly enjoying inducing, considering how rare it was for the orange. Whether it was his speech or the dwindling of his endowment, the black couldn't say, but the result was satisfying either way. Judging by the swell of the human's gut, it couldn't be much longer before things were done, so he would have to make sure he wrapped this up nice and neatly.

“Or perhaps you thought I didn't like you, but was too scared of you to do anything that might inconvenience you. THAT, I would say, seems a whole lot more likely. And now you're finding out the hard way, I fear no one. And I WILL make sure that no one forgets who they're dealing with when they cross me. It might do you well to fear ME."

“That...you...raugh!" Suddenly Reugyk tipped backwards, and Acetir's spell flew Forten to him, catching him safely in his arms. The human looked a bit blissed out, and was certainly packed full - well, Reugyk had a lot of maleness to absorb. Speaking of, the orange was looking somewhat disoriented, but the helpless despair in his gaze as he looked down at his empty slit was incredibly satisfying. “No...it...it can't be…"

“I'd say it can and is. And it's going to be staying that way for a while...how long is partly up to you."

“You...you...I'm gonna…"

“You're going to do precisely nothing to me, if you want to ever get back to normal." Acetir gave the orange dragon a hard look, making him shrink away a bit. “Let me make this perfectly clear, so that even you can understand it. The return of your manhood depends on your behavior and actions. If you want to be a typical male again, you will stop being such a pest to myself and to other dragons, and you will learn to treat us and our property with respect. Once I've decided you've gotten better, I'll give you the analogue with your essence and no one will ever know you were any different." Reugyk opened his mouth to speak, and then snapped it shut when the black dragon's eyes flared up. “And just in case you thought to expedite the process...every time you bother me about the return of your essence, I will tell another dragon about your condition. I'm quite certain a number of them would be MORE than eager to sample a slitboy dragon, especially for individuals you've given great bother to in the past. And in case you needed further warnings: set foot in my cave without my permission at any time, or do even the remotest harm to myself, or touch either of my humans without permission, and you can say farewell to EVER getting it back. And if you should try to have anyone act as your agent, I will treat it as though it were yourself personally and enact the same penalties. Have I made myself perfectly clear?"

With another whimper, Reugyk nodded. It was crystal clear that the threat looming over the orange's head had subdued him entirely - the risk of permanent alteration was now much starker. The power that Acetir held over him was immense for the moment, and by the time he relinquished it, Reugyk would be much less of a danger. Just as it should be. “Well, then, I'll take my leave now. Mind your manners, and perhaps you'll be compromised for a relatively brief time…" He flew out with Forten in his arms, snickering to himself. This would be a story to tell later on...

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Acetir knew it was important not to overly revel in success. After all, all successes were fleeting, and if one spent too much time dwelling on them, they would get blindsided by the next challenge and likely see failure claw them back down. That said, he was going to enjoy this for a LITTLE while, at least.

Forten was once again strapped to the table in the dragon's playroom, though this time there was much less experiment going on and much more definitive action. The human's swollen midsection was glowing, and Acetir was slowly phasing the mass inside him out through the glowing section. Reugyk's male essence taken physical form...normally it would have been more spherical, but as a little private shot at Reugyk's ambitions, he'd made it so the shape of it was more egg-like. Perhaps when he showed it, he'd serve a little reminder of what got the orange dragon into that situation in the first place - perhaps it'd put him off the idea, should he ever slide back into old habits. It had in fact almost been tempting to have Forten expel it the natural way in front of him, but aside from there being a risk of Reugyk snatching it up, it was simply too big to pass through like that.

Once it was safely in his arm, Acetir picked up a smaller, duller orb from the shelf and brought it over to Forten. The human's own male essence, definitely not as potent or prominent as a dragon's, but that was only natural. He laid it on Forten, channeling a bit of magic through it down into the human; slowly, the feminine lips between his legs faded, gradually replaced by a growing cock and balls once again. By the end of it, one would never know he'd changed in the first place. Nor would they need to, unless he requested it...Acetir had no plans for anything more lasting, he could enjoy his pet just fine as it was and if he craved pussy, he could hold it in until Esta was ready. But Forten had made no mystery of his enjoyment of the temporary change, and if he wished to experience it again, well, it was good practice for Acetir for extracting and returning male essence, which he'd no doubt need for Reugyk's potential return - messing that up would likely get him in trouble no matter what.

With Forten normalized, he focused on the egg-like form in his hands, admiring the swirling color along its surface - a color not terribly unlike Reugyk's but a bit less abrasive on the eyes. Forten's hadn't been quite as lively or colorful, but perhaps virility and quantity had something to do with that. He had to admit curiosity as to what his own would look like, but he certainly was not intending to find out by experience, especially with so little experience. Forten's had been relatively easy to cull from him, but then again, he hadn't really resisted, either - the prospect of a sexual adventure had been enough for him. It had been easier than he'd hoped to get him equipped properly for this, too, simply bringing out the natural state of origin for humans. There was a reason, he'd learned, that male essence was easier to isolate than female essence - the female form was the more natural one for most creatures, with males being an embellishment, so often taking too much female essence was fatal, while taking every drop of male essence rarely resulted in more than inconvenience.

All sorts of possibilities crept through his mind as he studied Reugyk's essence, a multitude of things he'd find curious to try. Whether essence from one creature could be safely introduced into another - like or unlike species - and the effect it would have; whether new essence introduced would be separable from the original; amplifying the phenotype to alter or combine physical results; and a bevy of questions about the physical incarnation of the essence, and what it could be applied to. However, he was obliged to eventually return this, barring Reugyk's violation of his terms, and as such he had to keep it safe for the time being. Perhaps he could find someone in the future willing to concede their essence to him irrevocably in the name of science...well, that would be something he could explore later, and would have to involve someone not currently a thrall of his.

He placed the 'egg' carefully on a mount on his shelf that surrounded it with a shimmering barrier - a little extra insurance that Reugyk, on another dragon, wouldn't be able to steal it. He doubted Reugyk was going to try, the orange wasn't the type that was bold when he was at the disadvantage. How long would it be before his state was discovered and spread around? No doubt Reugyk would be scarce to avoid such discovery, but Acetir was bound and determined to withhold his 'approval' until Reugyk had both been found out and used a few times. It would be much harder for him to pass judgment on other males with the knowledge that his cockless slit had been treated as a dumping ground for the seed of other dragons - that was something that a dragon like Reugyk would never live down and would help him hold his tongue lest another brought that up. Perhaps Acetir himself would have a chance...but it couldn't be until others had, that would have insufficient impact.

For now, he could take out his needs on a much more amenable target...another small container was taken from the shelf, bubbling and steaming despite not being especially warm. He brought it over to Forten and tilted it towards the human's mouth, making him drink of it. A nice little brew that would restore his energy, which he was going to need because all of the recent events had Acetir QUITE randy and ready to relieve himself. His face twisted into a devious smile as he saw the human's exhaustion start to melt away; now, perhaps, he could have all the fun he wanted without interruption.