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[b][u][center]A Sacrifice to His Paws

For AureliusB and guythreepwood

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Gryff Twosong was, to put it bluntly, fucked. Then again, considering that he had been given a reprieve from the rather harsh sentence of execution once he’d been caught stealing from his village, he supposed that he should have seen this coming.

He remained curled in a ball as the great dragon Nuri carried him over land and sea, passing over the coast as they flew towards distant mountains. The wind was mostly muffled by the dragon’s massive claws and toes, but it still cut through, chilling him to the bone and reminding him of the great and terrible height at which they were traveling. For all that he had made light of being sacrificed, the reality had come crashing down over the course of the long flight.

[i]He’s going to eat me, I bet,[/i] Gryff thought, shaking his head. [i]He’s going to eat me, and that will be the end of any chance of being something else.[/i]

It was a fatalistic thought, and he hated it. Being a thief had been a consequence of having a crappy life handed to him, but that didn’t mean that he had to accept the punishment for it.

The dragon was slowing down, the great red dragon pulling his wings in as they started to descend. He rubbed his face, trying to get some feeling back in his cheeks after the long flight, and forced himself to sit up a little in the grip of the dragon’s claws. If he was going to get through this, then he needed to make a damn good impression, and fast. Otherwise, down the hatch he’d go.

They landed at the edge of a rocky plateau, one that extended out for some way. The dragon landed on three legs, the last of them held up a bit to keep from squashing Gryff under his toes right then and there. Encouraging enough, he supposed, and meant that he had a chance to live through this.

As the dragon hopped into the mountain cave, he found himself jostled back and forth between the dragon’s toes and the bottom of his paw. The pressure was surprisingly gentle, to the point where he actually wondered if Nuri might not want to eat him.

They stopped after several minutes of hopping along, and the toes that had been carrying him so tightly for the last few hours eased up. He yelped as he fell to the ground, hearing his captor moving around with thump after thump through the small cavern. He was just getting to his feet, brushing himself off when Nuri breathed in. The sound was dangerously familiar, and he ducked.

WHOOSH!

Fire breath darted around the room, lighting a moat of oil around the cavern. It cast a flickering illumination across the stone chamber, revealing a dip in the ground that was filled with a massive cushion. Nuri was already laying upon it, apparently having reclined before lighting up the room, and the red dragon looked him over, cocking his head to the left, then to the right.

“Hmmmm…”

Gryff panted as he dragged himself back to his feet, trying to keep the initial panic off his face as he pulled his coat a little tighter around his sides. The long green fabric ran from his shoulders to his ankles, just below the tops of his boots, though it had been ripped time and again through the flight here. He nervously tugged the fingerless gloves he wore as he stood up, brushing his hair out of his face as he tried not to look like too appetizing a meal, or too stupid a fool.

“Uh…great Nuri…”

“I’m not sure if I’m hungry yet,” the dragon said bluntly.

“Oh. Um…I - maybe I can find you something smaller than me,” he said.

“I’d say that you’re the right size for a meal. Nothing wrong with you. A little scrawny, maybe, but that’s better for a snack.”

“But I don’t want to die.”

“...You don’t?”

The dragon actually sounded confused, something that Gryff had to admit wasn’t expected, but was more than slightly useful. He nodded repeatedly, following up on that as fast as he could.

“Yes, great Nuri. I don’t want to die. I was…sacrificed, yes, but I wasn’t a volunteer from the village that way.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I just…I mean, I’m willing to do anything that you like, of course.” [i]At least until there’s something I can do to get a better deal.[/i] “But I’m not here to be eaten. Heh. I don’t know what the village might have told you, but I [i]certainly[/i] didn’t volunteer to be eaten by anyone.”

If there was a way that a dragon could raise a quizzical eyebrow, then Nuri did a wonderful job of finding it. The ridge over the dragon’s right eye went up in perfect imitation of the confused human expression, and the dragon himself cocked his head to the side as he searched for words.

“...Not food?”

“Not food, great Nuri.”

“But you have to be.”

“But I’m not.”

“All humans are potential food, at least.”

“Ah, but potential might not be met,” he said.

“Then…you are a failed human?”

“Oh, um -”

“I might have to eat your village, then.”

Which was not a suitable compromise, all things considered. He didn’t like them, but he didn’t want them [i]dead.[/i] He backpedaled on that.

“Well, not necessarily. I merely had my potential shifted to a different direction.”

“And what would that be?”

“I - um - I was trained.”

“To be…”

“A…” Not a thief, he knew. No dragon had need of a thief. Anything that they wanted, they could just take. No, no, heeded something better, something more useful. Something - yes.

“A servant, mighty Nuri. I am a servant, and I can serve you quite well indeed, so long as you don’t treat me as dinner.”

“Hmmm…”

“Nor, of course, as lunch or breakfast.”

“A pity. I have to admit, I’m almost hungry now.”

“But I’m not food, am I?”

“A failed meal. Ah, well. I’ve never had a servant, though; maybe that will be a little more interesting, anyway.”

Well, being a ‘failed meal’ was certainly better than being a meal. He hid his relief as the great dragon shifted his weight on the massive cushion that marked the center of the cavern, watching as Nuri got more comfortable and extended his hind legs outward, dangling them from the cushion’s edge. They were large, as was to be expected for a dragon capable of carrying someone through the air, with thick red talons and white claws on each digit. They flexed, and he imagined what kind of damage they could do to unlucky prey that happened to be caught in them.

“Well?” the dragon said.

“Pardon, great Nuri?” Gryff asked, blinking as he pulled himself back to the moment.

“You said you’re a servant?”

“Of course, yes, I did.”

“Then show me. Serve me.”

“Ah…how?”

“How you see fit.”

Hmm. Well. That was a bit of a predicament, as he had no experience serving anyone, but there were possibilities. He could clean, but he doubted that he could do that better than the dragon himself could, and besides, he had nothing to clean with. Not to mention that, perhaps, the dragon preferred his cavern the way that it stood. Perhaps he could offer songs, but he had no such voice, or perhaps there was something more entertaining he could do? He could dance, or -

Or perhaps, there was something else again. An idea occurred to him, something that he knew was a bit awkward, but…

He had gotten a close look at the dragon’s paws during the flight, and he’d seen the way that they were tight and tense, how the muscles through the toes and along the underside had clenched up, almost spasming at times. They seemed like they were in pain, or at least, should have been. And something in him was curious, curious enough to want to be close to those paws again.

“May I massage you?”

“Heh…if you wish.”

That was close enough to a command for him to work with. He walked across the massive cavern, kneeling at the far end of the cushion. The large paws of the feral dragon pressed back, the hind digits curling as he reached for them. They had held him trapped for some time, and he knew for a fact that they could crush him if he pushed too close. He would have to be careful, but he could do this.

As he knelt down, he took one of the dragon’s paws in hand, running his fingers across the scaled digits. They were large, but hard, the pebbly scales belying the tension going through the muscles beneath them. He gently massaged, starting at the toes, pulling them down and back to stretch the other muscles and tendons. He held it there, the dragon groaning softly as he bent the toes back into position. As his fingers stroked up the bottom of the paw, teasing it, pressing into it, Nuri grunted and lowered his head to the other side of the cushion.

There was no indication of whether he was doing well or doing poorly, but he assumed that he was doing well and would continue to assume that until he was told otherwise. For the moment, he just kept rubbing, massaging around the softer raised scales and the areas between the toes. There was much ground to cover, and a great deal of muscle to help relax in the process.

As close as he was to the dragon’s paws, it was hard for him not to stare. The jewel-like scales shimmered in the low firelight around the room, looking like paws made of gems rather than the living scales they were. They were surprisingly clean from the long flight back, too, and he could not help but admire them as he massaged them. Each stroke seemed to ease the tension that little bit more, but he had yet to hear anything beyond a satisfied groan as a compliment or critique.

Soon, he was leaning forward, almost lying over Nuri’s hindpaws, and it was odd to do that, particularly as the one he was rubbing was grinding back against his hand. He tried not to think about it too much, knowing that it meant nothing, but he smiled nonetheless.

He had just finished easing it from the tense state that it had been in and was about to start massaging the other paw when the dragon lifted his head. Nuri smiled.

“You’re surprisingly good at that.”

“I’m glad that you enjoyed it, sir.”

“Hmmm, sir doesn’t feel right.”

“Alright. What shall I call you?” Gryff asked.

“Let’s begin with Master. I might change my mind, but if you’re the servant, then I am something like that.”

“Alright, Master.”

“Were you going to massage the other one?”

“With your permission, of course.”

“Yes, yes, but before you do…” The dragon smiled. “Sniff them.”

He cocked his head to the side. The dragon smiled.

“My paws. Sniff them. Particularly around the toes. And tell me what you think.”

It was such an odd request, but as he was eager to retain his status of a ‘failed meal,’ he had little option to say no. Instead, he leaned forward, dragging his nose between the toes. He held his breath for a moment, but, knowing that he had to fulfill the request to maintain his servant state, he forced himself to breathe in, all while bracing himself for what could be particularly unpleasant.

Yet, there was nothing that he feared. Oh, it still had [i]a[/i] scent, to be sure, but the smell was more like the soft smell of a serpent, the raspy sort of musk that was almost bitter but not quite. Certainly nothing unpleasant, not compared to the more acrid smells that clung to most humans.

He leaned further forward, taking his time to breathe along the other scales. The master was watching the whole time, and he made sure that he put on a bit of a show as he traveled along the bottom of the master’s paws. He maintained that one long breath, traveling from the clawed toes to the point where the dragon’s paws tilted and lifted up into the leg proper. At no point did it get offensive, though it was strongest nearest the toes, and no surprise there, not at all.

Gryff switched to the other paw, doing the same thing. The same scent was there, a low-key musk that held his attention. It was a powerful reminder of the reptilian nature of the creature above him, but it wasn’t at all something that was bad enough to make him pull back. In its own way, it was oddly exotic, encouraging him to stay close, to sniff it again out of curiosity.

He pulled his head back, and Nuri was looking him right in the eye. The dragon smiled.

“So?”

“It’s…not bad, Master.”

“Not bad?” The red dragon arched an eyebrow. “There’s a word for something that isn’t bad.”

“It’s…good.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“I think so.”

“Then take another sniff, to be sure.”

It wasn’t an unreasonable request. Leaning down, he pressed his nose between the dragon’s toes, breathing in a bit deeper. The smell was stronger, but it was…oddly appealing, and it drew him in, leaving him sniffing them again, and again, each time for a little bit longer. He tilted his head and, before he knew it, he had already taken it that half-step further, doing something he’d never imagined himself doing as he dragged his tongue between the long, scaly toes.

“Mmmm…”

With the confirmation that the dragon enjoyed it, Gryff submitted to this next stage.

[i]Please him, and your fate as a servant is sealed. Displease him, and you could have a much larger problem…[/i]

So he threw himself into the ‘worship’ of the dragon’s paws, dragging his tongue along the undersides, between the toes, all along the massive things. He shifted from one hindpaw to the other, taking his time to really lather them with his tongue, wanting to give them everything that they clearly deserved. One lick, two, three, shifting it up from time to time between quick little laps that would transition into longer, extensive licks that ran from the toes to the bend in the leg. Each technique he used, he pushed to its limits, learning and teaching himself as he went along.

Soon, he heard the dragon growling more and more, almost like he was feeling something more than mere satisfaction. Gryff didn’t know what it could be, and didn’t want to pursue it on the off-chance that asking would have been considered rude. Instead, he kept his head down and focused on being a good little servant. Licking away, teasing, worshiping those paws with tongue and hand, always focused on giving them everything he could.

It didn’t take long before the scales were shining more than before, and he felt some pride at the sight of them. He pressed two toes together around his tongue at one point, rubbing them gently, massaging them while using his tongue as a teasing buffer between them. The dragon growled deeper at that, and almost seemed to -

[i]He can’t…really…[/i]

And yet, there was a new scent in the air, one that could not be coming from anything other than the dragon’s…maleness. He looked up between his master’s legs, and sure enough, he could see a puddle of something spreading between the dragon’s legs. There was something there, something that was spiking the air with a musky, thick smell that made it hard to think of anything else.

Did Nuri have…

[i]Well, I seem to have something for his paws…[/i]

He didn’t know when that had developed, but he wasn’t going to lie and say that he didn’t have an erection between his legs. Of course, he was hiding it so far, keeping from pressing his face against those paws anymore than he already had or allowing them to slide further down his body, but he had an erection nonetheless. He’d never imagined himself being interested in this, but the odd scaly scent, combined with how it felt to be under someone like this, hit him harder than he expected.

“Master?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you…dripping?”

“Yes, I am.” The dragon chuckled. “Do you want to see?”

“...Please.”

Even as Gryff told himself that he wasn’t [i]that[/i] interested in the dragon, he couldn’t deny that he was [i]that[/i] curious. And even as the great master rolled over, showing off his stomach and the shaft that spilled out from his groin, Gryff blushed as he realized just how massive it was.

Of course, as Nuri was a dragon, he should have expected it, but even as the great red beast rolled onto his back - taking great care, clearly, to avoid damaging his wings - the shaft revealed boggled the mind. He stared at the great red-pink thing, looking at the fleshy spire looming out from between the dragon’s hind legs. It was pointed at the tip, more so than his own shaft, and it oozed with such thick fluids that he was half-sure that it would gum up anyone rutted by it.

And yet, his cock still throbbed to stare at it. He crawled forward, barely thinking of what he was doing until he was all but straddling the dragon’s tail. As he reached out, he only realized that he was touching it when his fingers were warmed by the heated flesh, and he gasped as he pulled his hand back.

“Ah…don’t stop, servant. Keep going. Experiment…”

The command was such that he knew that he had to fulfill it. After all, to fail as a servant might mean succeeding as a meal, but…that shaft…

He stared at it, his cheeks burning slightly as he wrapped his hands near the base. Despite the fact that he had been carried by the dragon, he hadn’t imagined that there would be something so large that he couldn’t actually wrap his hands around it. There was no way that a mortal on two legs would have been able to suck it the way that they might have for a person, either, and yet, here he was, considering whether the tip would be able to fit into his mouth or not.

[i]What is wrong with me?[/i]

Even as he tried to tell himself that this was purely down to him trying to find a way to survive this mess, he knew that wasn’t the whole truth. He had so many things that he could have done besides this, even though the dragon had invited him to take a look at what lay down there. This was not the dragon’s command, but his own curiosity.

Damn that curiosity.

He followed his instincts, gripping it towards the middle, then under the head. Great Nuri groaned under his breath, grunting as he shifted slightly, wiggling and adjusting himself. The shaft itself started oozing more, dripping over his fingers, and the musky smell got stronger. Not so much that it burned or offended him, but it was certainly stronger, making it impossible to ignore.

“Mmmph…”

“Do you like it?”

“I…don’t know,” he admitted.

“Maybe you should take a closer look.”

Gryff knew that it was just an excuse to get him closer still to that shaft, but he didn’t mind the idea. He could…

Yes, he could do that. He could move closer. He could allow himself to enjoy it even more.

[i]Why would I -[/i]

And yet, before he could question it, his lips found the cock head. The first lick was salty and just a hint bitter, different to his few experiences with other humans, and hotter, too. He pressed his lips to the dragon’s tip, dragging his tongue over the little slit at the tip to get a better, more educated taste, and it was all the stronger for it. A low groan escaped him despite his best efforts, and his master chuckled.

“Mmm, you like it?”

“Mmmph…”

“Pity I can’t put it inside you.”

“Mmmph.”

“But there are other things we can do.”

Gryff had no idea what those things would be, but he had every reason to have faith that the master would tell him eventually. For the moment, he kept stroking, dragging his hands up and down the shaft, rubbing the sides and right up to the spot beneath the head, and then dragging them back down, keeping the slow rub going as he kept licking around the tip and the oozing hole there.

He was right on the verge of considering taking his pants off and indulging himself when the master called a halt. He groaned, looking past the shaft at his master’s face.

“Mmmph…why? What’s the matter?”

“You’re doing well, and I think you deserve a reward…a reward that will feel very good to the both of us.”

“And…what’s that?”

“I want to put you between my hindpaws, and hold you with them. Massage you with them, if you like. All while you keep using your mouth.”

“...”

“You can strip down for it. Show off a little for me. And if you cum, too -”

“If?”

“Well, a servant deserves his pleasure, too.”

“...”

“Will you accept your master’s reward?”

“...I…yes.”

It was with a blush, of course, and he wasn’t entirely sure that he was happy about this, but it was better than becoming the dragon’s oral servant. He’d felt his master’s excitement growing by the second, and he knew that if he seemed to be too good at this, the dragon would keep him there even longer. The idea of being trapped between the dragon’s hind legs, while not necessarily bad, was certainly not the ‘better life’ that he had imagined for himself in the dragon’s service.

He slid back, taking off his clothes as he did. The jacket and shirt hit the floor, and his pants and boots followed. As soon as he got his loincloth off, the dragon’s scaly paws pressed against him from either side, sandwiching him against their scaly undersides. They were still slightly damp from his licks and teases before, and he groaned under his breath as he was half-crushed between them. Not painfully, of course, but with the full reminder of their strength against either side.

And then, they started pressing and rubbing against him. He was shocked at the gentleness of their strength, and just how it felt to have the toes rubbing along his sides and over his arms and shoulders. The broad, meatier part of the paws rubbed further down, gently pressing against his hips and further than that, almost touching his crotch more than once. His cock stood out, tall and stiff and more than slightly obvious, and the great master smiled to himself as he chuckled.

“My, my…”

“Mmmph…”

“It seems my reward is something you wanted.”

“A failed meal…may want strange things,” he admitted.

“Well, keep licking. I want to enjoy myself. And I want you to enjoy yourself, too.”

“Mmm…I shall.”

The position was awkward, but with the help of the red dragon tilting his cock forward so that the tip was still pointed at him, he was able to keep licking around the head. He huffed softly as his master dragged his paws up and down either side of his body, always verging on taking it to true crushing pressure, but never quite going over the edge of it. He groaned, panted, and shivered at the intense feeling of being under-paw, something that he had never imagined enjoying, yet was.

Grind, lick, grind, lick, each little shift making him groan a bit more. The paws pressed closer to his core, and the meaty bits of the scales beneath came closer and closer to his groin. He was almost sure that Nuri was doing that on purpose, trying to get him to admit that he enjoyed this. It was working, too; he could already feel his shaft throbbing harder, twitching, bouncing, all but begging with its bobbing movements to be pressed under-paw, to be milked that way. The fact that the scent that he had come to love and enjoy was all around him was just making it even better.

Nuri groaned, bringing his claws up and down his own cock a few times, teasing it and making it bounce a few times. The throbbing going on meant that there was more precum to lick up, and Gryff devoted himself to that. He put his focus towards keeping that shaft clean, ensuring that it didn’t get too slick or too wet for later, and he slowly started to get used to the salty taste that coated the whole thing. It was a near-constant now, and so was the pressure from both sides.

“Mmmph…ah…ah…”

“Are you enjoying yourself, failed meal?”

“Mmmph…yes…”

“Are you close?”

“Yes…”

“Oh. Then go ahead whenever you want, as long as you don’t stop.”

There was something so casual about the way that the dragon said that, almost as if he really believed that it was just that easy. Of course, it never was, considering that embarrassment was a factor, and that there was so much to take in. Those massive paws, the feeling of their grip on both sides of his torso, the way that the paws rubbed up and down his front now as well as his back - when the toes and grip had shifted, he wasn’t sure - and how the meaty part was right against his -

“NNNGH!”

His cock throbbed as it was trapped momentarily between barely-damp toes, only the soft scales allowing it to pass through without discomfort. The sensation, the utter pleasure of that sensation, hit him hard. He arched his back, thrusting between them, even as he kept licking away.

“Mmm…Very…very good, servant,” Nuri panted.

Right. Yes. Servant. Had to…focus…

Stroke, stroke, stroke.

Oh, but it was so hard to focus when those paws were working him over like that. His eyes rolled back in their sockets as he felt those soft, well-cleaned scales pressed against his groin, each movement driving him all but mad as he felt his cock pressed up against his stomach, pinned in place as he gasped for breath. His balls rose, fell, and rose again, each time churning with need.

“Ah…mmmph…”

He curled his own toes as he could simply stand no more. With a moan, he went over the edge. The soft red scales under Nuri’s paw pressed firmly just under the head of his cock, grinding there, pushing him to keep on cumming for as long as he wanted, and he did. Oh, he really did.

As the splatters of his seed hit the bottom of the dragon’s paws, so too did the dragon’s orgasm spray past him. The constant stroking and licking had finally done its job, pushing the dragon to blow his load. It was much louder than his own, too, squelching from the dragon’s cock with each successive spasm from it. It splattered the far wall with ease, and some fell over him.

He sagged in the grip of the dragon’s paws, groaning under his breath as he was eventually laid down to the floor. He stared up at the ceiling, shaking his head in disbelief at how good he felt.

[i]Never thought…never thought I’d enjoy…that…so much…[/i]

Nuri chuckled from where he sat, rolling over so that his tail could pull the human close. Gryff went with it, allowing himself to be laid beside the greater feral dragon.

“Well, well. It seems that you enjoyed that.”

“Mmmph…”

“At a loss for words?”

“Catching…my breath…master.”

“I understand. I’m going to take a nap now. Would you like to join me?”

“Yes…yes please.”

“Good. Join me, failed meal.”

Failed meal. Servant. Whatever he happened to be called, he was alright with it. As long as he wasn’t going to be eaten, or kept as nothing but a sex pet. That was all that mattered to him.

As he got comfortable beside his master, the dragon leaned his head down. Gryff was already halfway to sleep as the dragon spoke, but there was nothing to block the words there.

“One more thing.”

“Mmmph?”

“Would you prefer to be a servant? Or a friend?”

“I have…an option?” Gryff asked.

“Of course. I mean, if I’m not eating you, I think that you can make a choice about [i]something.[/i]”

He hadn’t thought that anyone would ever allow him a choice like that, let alone someone that had been about to eat him. To know that he finally had a choice, and all it had cost him was his dignity…

Well, that actually made sense, now that he thought about it.

“Friend…friend sounds good,” he muttered, and finally passed out.

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

Summary: A human is sacrificed to a dragon and ends up getting a very different life for himself.

Tags: M/M, Feral/Human, Dragon, Human, Paws, Foot Fetish, Paw Fetish, Paw Worship, Oral, Blowjob, Cock Licking, Musk, Orgasm, Cum, Size Difference,