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The sky dimming overhead, streaks of pink and yellow and orange blazing over the blues as the sun passed over the horizon line. The quieting sounds of the birds and other wildlife in the trees. That subtle sense of silence that arose with the twilight.

It wasn't as welcome now as it might have been.

“Are you...sure we're going to be safe, Forten? This place makes me feel nervous…"

“I wish I could say so, Esta. Honestly, all I can say is that it's likely to be safer than out on the road in the open...especially if those weren't the last bandits around. There aren't many dangerous animals in these woods at least."

The pair of humans tended their bonfire in the woods, trying to get a satisfactory meal out of their limited rations. They were ill prepared for a camp-out, which made sense as it was far from a planned excursion; they had been traveling to the next town in a wagon with a pair of other travelers, a simple journey that should have brought them to a peaceful safety before nightfall. Luck was not on their side, though, as the wagon was attacked by a quartet of bandits midway through their journey - a very unusual occurrence on this particular route, which was part of the reason they hadn't been properly prepared for it. Their companions had been rapidly slain, and only by the skin of their teeth had they escaped the same fate, racing to the woods and leaving the wagon and its contents for the bandits to pillage.

But Esta and Forten had had some measure of revenge. Among the contents of the wagon was an explosive that Forten had set just before the two of them had escaped. Judging by the horrified yell that they'd heard as they retreated, just before the loud blast that cut it off, most if not all of their attackers had met a dismal fate. Well-deserved, in their eyes, even though it didn't really put them in much better position.

Now they were hidden away in the woods, out of sight of anyone who might be eager to prey on travelers on the road. The woods might not have seemed like the safest place to be, especially with an open road not that far away, but Forten knew the woods fairly well, and knew that few beasts of any real threat to humans made their home there. On the other hand, the road was a worse danger than it seemed, if they weren't in danger of other bandits they might come across other unsavory characters who had ill intent for them...the place they had come from had had a rather poor reputation, and they'd caught a few more eyes than they were comfortable with.

Thus, it was meant to be a quiet night of rest and recovery from the events of the day, in preparation for a trek tomorrow. With diligence, they might make their destination before the next nightfall, but Forten was already planning on it not happening; Esta wasn't as experienced a traveler as he was and he could tell she would wear down faster than she was willing to admit. Food and water were a necessity, and they only had a limited amount, just what they had traveled with. Most of it would be consumed before tomorrow...perhaps he'd be able to use his experience to lead them to some fresh water, and he figured he could hunt down some game for them. Not the best of situations, but he'd faced worse in his life...

“Do you think we got them all back there?" Esta didn't sound as certain about their situation as he felt. “I keep feeling like I'm going to hear one of them burst through at any moment, swearing revenge. I know it's probably...paranoid, but we didn't actually get to see the outcome…"

“When you're on the road like this, paranoid saves you more often than it kills you," he replied, trying to sound as calm and assuring as possible. Uncertainty was commonplace in travel, but the last thing Esta needed was him to be providing more of it. “I think they'd have come for us already, if there were any left to come for us. That was a pretty strong bomb I left for them...unless they were well away, they were going to be caught up in it."

“I suppose you're right...I'll try not to worry too much about it. I've always heard rather frightening stories about the woods, it just makes me a bit nervous to be here…"

“Understandable. There are a lot of nasty ones out in the world, I've visited more than my share, and more than I wish I had. These ones are quite clean, though, I've been around here a few times and never encountered more than a bear. And most of them will leave you alone unless they're hungry. As long as there isn't anything else here that shouldn't be, we'll be fine...but it's a good idea to stay alert."

Esta nodded. Alert wouldn't be difficult...it would be harder to turn it off. Still, she couldn't help but feel like there was something else out there...hopefully it was all in her head.

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Oh, this was too good. Today really was his lucky day.

Hidden from view of the humans by magical invisibility, Acetir had a wide grin on his maw. The black dragon had just been thinking about collecting a plaything, and now he had two of them right at his claws. Neither of them were a match for him, he could already tell, especially once he worked his proper magic.

I suppose I qualify as something out here that shouldn't be...but by the time I'm done with you, you'll be glad I was here.

Despite his eagerness, Acetir was patient. He didn't rush to confront them; he wanted them to be relaxed, worn down, easier and more pliable. After all, being a ten-foot-tall dragon didn't inoculate one from unpleasant surprises, and though he didn't sense anything about them that would've made them a threat, best not to leave it to chance anyway. So he let the hours tick away, until night had fallen in earnest and the two humans were lounging by the fire, taken in by sleepiness almost to the point of falling off.

Just as he was preparing to step out, he heard the female speak. “Mm...Forten, are you sure there's nothing out here? I just...feel like there's something close by...something that isn't...normal."

Well, if that wasn't the perfect lead-in to his announcing his arrival. Invisibility was good, but he did have a presence that seemed to be a little more sensible than most...then again, he was a dragon, a creature given great gifts, it would almost be insulting if they didn't sense his greatness. Grinning, he stepped out closer to them.

The male spoke up now. “It's probably nothing, Esta, just your nerves...night has a way of making us jumpy, it's harder to see things so you imagine them everywhere. You shouldn't have anything to worry about."

“Oh, I don't know about that...I think you should listen to the lady's instincts." With a flourish, Acetir dropped his cloak, grinning toothily at the two startled humans. Forten was on his feet in a flash, blade drawn and held out in front of him, though the dragon could sense his terror - he wasn't at all ready for a dragon.

“What are you? What are you doing here?"

“Oh, I think you know what I am. My name is Acetir, and as for what I'm doing here...I'm just greeting my new playthings."

“Playthings? We're not...we're not your playthings!" Esta yelped, sounding terrified. That wouldn't last much longer…

“You say that now, but I think you'll stop objecting rather quickly."

“You won't touch us, dragon! I'll make sure of it!" Forten took a step forward, trying to look threatening and not doing a very good job of it. He looked healthy, experienced in the ways of the world, but he was readily dwarfed by Acetir, and his weapon was not one made for taking down a dragon. Not that it would get there anyway.

“Oh, hush...you'll be fine with me touching soon enough." Now was the time. Acetir leaned down a bit, and his eyes flashed brilliantly, looking dead into Forten's. The human seized up, falling stock still at the sight; he could almost feel the dragon's piercing gaze run straight through him, plowing through his mind, even could have sworn that they touched his very soul. From his chaotic panic, he felt an impressive weight of calm fall over him, settling him down against his rational mind's quieting objections.

“Forten? Forten?" Esta could see this change come over him, and looked up at the dragon in fear. “What...what did you do to him?"

Ah, so predictable. Acetir rounded his eyes on her, hitting her quickly with the same flash. She was even quicker to fall under the spell, having been less prepared to deal with him...a powerful rush of tranquility stole away the terror she was feeling, robbing her of her natural tool to deal with danger. He was quite pleased to see her features relax, she was still looking at him but no longer with the intensity of before. “I could tell you, but that wouldn't be nearly as fun...I think showing you will be much better. But first, I think I'll have to ask you...Forten, was it? That blade of yours, it doesn't look like it'd be all that effective against me, But I'd still rather you didn't have it. Throw it off to the side...you won't be needing it."

The enthralled male obeyed with little hesitation, tossing his sword aside into the grass. It would make for a nice find for some lucky traveler who happened to wander through here, at the very least; a good way for Acetir to see the benefit in his actions beyond himself. Not that he particularly needed the incentive, but it was handy to have those excuses. He stepped up to the disarmed human, grinning down at him as the difference in their sizes and physiques become ever more apparent. He certainly wasn't bad for a human, but Forten could hardly compare to a dragon.

“Now, I think you need to learn exactly what your place is compared to one such as me. When I said plaything, I meant it...and you don't have any problem with that, do you?"

“No…" Acetir was pleased to hear the quick response, even if it was rather dull and lifeless. Trances tended to do that, but those who resisted would take a lot longer to submit to him. However, it was clear he wasn't dealing with anyone trained in such resistance here; the two were putty in his hands, just the way he wanted them.

“Excellent. Then you won't mind me getting you properly groomed for such a thing." The dragon raised a clawed hand, and a sudden burst of energy rushed out, striking the male squarely. His body didn't move a bit, but Forten's clothing was utterly shredded by the blast, tatters floating down around and behind him. Perhaps a bit ostentatious, but Acetir found that it left a significant impression of his power to do such things, and that strengthened his grip over them. Besides that, it was fun.

“There, much better...hm, so that's what you're packing, is it…" Acetir chuckled a bit as his eyes wandered over Forten's groin, his very modest cock and balls exposed to the air. “Heh, I've seen much better endowed humans than that...but I suppose it won't matter that much, you won't be using them all that much. You'll be on the other end instead…" He brought a hand down to his groin, spreading his slit a bit as his own cock began to emerge. His own length was considerably longer and thicker than the human's...in fact, probably longer and thicker than anything either of them had ever seen before. And an exotic shape to it as well, with a tapered tip that widened quickly, thick ridges the rest of the way down, dense barbs all along the length of his shaft, and as it grew to its full size a rather large knot began to swell at the base. He'd heard before that it looked rather frightening, which he certainly didn't mind; all the more to be impressed with when he claimed someone with it.

Though his attention was on Forten, Acetir could still see Esta out of the corner of his eye, gaze drawn to the now-naked male human and the exposed dragon...and he could tell which one had her favor. Not that it was a surprise, since that was the intended effect of his gaze on her, but it still was always satisfying to make himself the most desirable creature in the area. He could smell the rising arousal from her, but did not acknowledge it; he didn't have to, it wouldn't be long before she acted on her own. Instead, he pushed his cock towards Forten's face, smearing the tip against his skin. “Start licking. And don't stop until I tell you to."

Forten had no experience with males before, but the images planted in his brain by the dragon's trance ensured that that would be no obstacle. He immediately bowed forward, dragging his tongue along the tip and upper surface of Acetir's dick, the ripe scent and taste of the dragon flooding his senses. There was a sharp scratching against his tongue from the barbs, but this did nothing to deter him, not without Acetir's permission. Further and further he went, licking along the sides and underneath, lapping up the thin fluid all along it from where it had been housed. He gave special attention to the tip then, teasing it and sucking it a little, taking in the potent precum. The more of the flavor he got, the more intoxicated he became; his own cock was getting hard from it, as he fell into the dragon's thrall in another way.

Esta watched the scene unfolding before her, unable to take her eyes off of it. In her right mind she might have been disgusted at the sight of Forten orally pleasuring the dragon, but she certainly didn't now...quite the contrary, the only things she felt were lust and a growing jealousy. She wanted it to be her tasting the dragon, not him...though, she wasn't finding herself averse to him doing the same thing. Acetir was thoroughly imposing his will on Forten, and it just seemed so viscerally right to her...one of her hands had gone down between her legs, starting to pleasure herself while she watched, feeling a rising heat inside her that couldn't be quelled...her other hand started to work to disrobe herself, somewhat clumsily, trying to give herself relief of a different sort.

After a couple of minutes, Acetir hissed out “Stop." Forten immediately halted his ministrations on the dragon's cock, his mouth full of the tip; he would have loved to bury the whole thing inside the human's throat, but he had other plans and didn't want to spend himself too much before he finished them. He pulled out of Forten's mouth and grabbed the human bodily, twisting him around in the air so his back was pointing towards the dragon, his ass ripe for the taking. Another, more subtle bit of magic snaked through his hands and into the human, ensuring that he wouldn't be broken on the massive pole; after all, he wanted to keep these toys around for a long while.

“Now, you will be mine."

The first inch piercing the human's ass was just to get properly lined up...after that, there was no peace. Acetir brought Forten down hard, spearing him fully on his thick dragoncock, and immediately pulling him back up for the next. There was no need to wait, the pleasure was already awesome and he liked to go hard and rough right from the get-go. Why waste the magic to make them able to handle him if he didn't take full advantage? And the human's ass was fantastic, clinging to him fiercely, making the barbs on his cock flex wonderfully and send tingles all the way down his length. His deep, pleasured growls were shaking through Forten, providing added sensation to his toy.

Whatever Forten might have thought of this if he was in his right mind, under the influence of Acetir's power he was getting immeasurable delight out of it. The dragon's dick stretched him out perfectly, those barbs clawed and scratched at his walls and made them even more sensitive, those ridges rubbed against him and made him shiver with glee. He was moaning semi-blankly, his voice shuddering with every sound, and his only movements were reflexive in response to the sensations he was feeling, squirming and clenching down, anything to make it better for him and Acetir.

The effect on Esta was pretty significant as well. The woman had now fully undressed, and her fingers were working her pussy with abandon, flexing in and out, trying to reach that point that wasn't quite getting there. Her desire for the Acetir's attention was getting stronger every moment she watched, especially when she saw Forten displaying such pleasure at his treatment; the sight and sound of him enjoying it so much made her lust rise faster. The tingle inside her was more than just need for him, though...she wasn't aware of what else was happening within her, and even if she had she couldn't have cared.

In and out Acetir rocked, starting to press his knot against the human's tight hole more insistently. Forten's moans were getting louder, his pleasure was getting stronger...just what the dragon wanted. His control powers were highly effective while they were active, but he wanted something that lingered even after he no longer had his thrall. Their minds needed to be more open to accepting the change...and the more pleasure they got under his control, the more likely their acceptance was. He would accept nothing less than the human's orgasm, which would guarantee his victory...and he was certain that Forten would get there, as loud as he was. His growls turned triumphant as he forced Forten down on his cock hard and fast, letting his barbs rake all over his insides, working him to the absolute limit.

Forten, of course, had no clue that he was on the verge of total surrender; in his state of mindless pleasure, he could only want more of it, and the idea of consequences was disallowed to him. It was proving to be too much...his walls had gotten so sensitive, every thrust was so much more vivid after the barbs had scratched him raw, and the cock was hitting his prostate every time, the ridges vibrating against it and pleasuring it several times over on each thrust. With a cry that was almost lucid, he began shooting out into the air, firing off round after round of seed as pure pleasure raged through him, his body shaking euphorically. Every pulse of his cock was another shot through his brain, solidifying the dragon's control and his designation as the creature's plaything, realities that might have bothered him before but wouldn't anymore.

Triumph achieved, there was no more need for Acetir to be patient; with a roar that shook the trees, he slammed Forten down, the human's hole forced wide open to accept his knot with a slick pop. Fully ensconced, he erupted into the waiting body of the human, squirting great gushes of warm, thick dragoncum deep inside him, tinged with magic that would only help reinforce the power the dragon now held over Forten. He could feel the human's ass gripping him, squirming around his cock and tightening down, milking him more effectively than he'd expected, but that only made it feel better; the physical sensations were great enough, the tight passage wrapped around him like a vise, but the feeling of being the conqueror was even better. He loved taking full control, having toys like this was the best part of living in his opinion. Of course, he always let them go...eventually, after he'd had enough fun and decided to try something new. But they'd be with him for a nice long time for sure.

His knot locked in his seed inside Forten, making his stomach swell just a bit with the amount that was pumped into him, a swell which quickly receded when Acetir pulled out of him and made more space. He didn't bother waiting for his knot to go down, Forten wasn't going to have any trouble taking it or getting it out now that Acetir had dominion over him, and he'd probably feel plenty more of that from other dragons. That was his role, a toy to play with and to share with others, ready and eager to serve in such a capacity. Now, though, he turned his gaze upon Esta, who was desperately fingering herself, fully in the throes of a vicious heat, one she likely didn't recognize since it wasn't a natural state for humans. This one, there was another purpose.

“Hrm...you look to be quite desperate. De you desire relief?"

Esta's mind responded instantly, pulled into the allure of the dragon that had captivated her mind. “Y-yes...I n-need...something…"

“You need a nice, thick, dragoncock, don't you? You know that's the only salve to that burning lust...you need your tight little cunt to be wrapped around me, for me to pound you, tie with you, and flood you with relief, don't you? To fill you so full and make you carry my spawn?"

“Y-yes...I need your cock, I need you to...to breed me, fuck me until I'm so full of dragon that I have to...to make a new one of you." It wasn't exactly the most coherent response, but once she was bound to him he'd teach her how to beg in a much more satisfying way. For now, he didn't need much more incentive.

“Then stand, and remove your hands and put them at your sides. Then lay back and spread your legs...don't try to touch yourself no matter how much you feel the burn. Otherwise, I will never relieve you of that burn…"

Her compliance was immediate; in her trance-like state, it was rigid and mechanical motion, but exactly what she was told to do, her arms almost felt like they became dead weight at her sides, and as she laid down she felt a tension in her legs that compelled her to separate them, exposing her dripping, burning pussy to the dragon. She felt a thrill looking at Acetir's cock jutting out in front of him, still saturated with his seed from when he claimed Forten. She knew, deep within her, that the only relief she could get was from his cock, and that the end result of that relief would involve her bearing the dragon's young...but none of those ideas seemed to bother her at all, in fact they were oddly alluring.

Acetir thought about leaving her there to suffer for a bit, push her to the limit of what she could stand, but the sight of the human woman exposed to him was enough to take away what patience he might have had. He dropped over her, his body shading her from the firelight as he lined his cock up with her snatch, weaving a little more magic like he'd done with Forten to ensure her body's safe compliance. “You will make a fine breeder for me...the other dragons will be jealous, they'll have to do a lot to convince me to share YOU with them...your service to me will be richly rewarded, as if the pleasure you feel isn't enough. For now, though...you're mine."

No more words, he plunged his cock into her, opening her cunt wide around his barbed shaft. Her cries of pleasure rang out loud into the dark night, her back arching into Acetir as she felt the first bits of relief from the vicious heat. In truth, it was one heat replaced with another, the dragon's shaft hot against her passage and scratching her relentlessly...but this was a heat that was far more pleasurable, relieving and relaxing rather than making her feel tense and needy. The instant she felt it, she wanted more, and that want grew constantly as he started pumping in and out of her, doubling down on everything she was feeling.

Esta's passage was quite accommodating for him, thanks to his little magical intervention; tight as he had expected, yet flexing reliably around his invading dick, all the way up to her inner barrier. He let that try to hold him out for a while, smirking at the delicious idea of breaking in and burying himself fully within her; it would have been the easiest thing to make it open for him with a spell, but the physical conquest was much more satisfying. He was already sinking a good bit of himself into her on every thrust, making her shudder and cry and babble a bit, her words inviting more and more...he was certain that she was already fully roped in, the priming he'd given her while he was taking care of Forten had ground away her resistance to his pleasure, but he still had to breed her, so there was no question that he would still go to the finish.

Esta's body writhed in unbridled ecstasy, only just staying within the confines of the dragon's orders. Acetir's cock brought her more pleasure than she'd ever felt in her life, even if she had been able to recall the next best thing it probably would have driven it from her mind. He struck deep within her, raking her raw and making her pleasure grow by the thrust...she wanted more, and her body was starting to respond, insides relaxing to allow Acetir access, driven by the same magic that had induced the heat...she didn't care whether it was natural or not, she was fully in favor of getting him inside as much as he could.

The dragon could feel it, was waiting for just the right moment...and then he took it, thrusting in with a loud growl, pushing the tip past her cervix and running the full length of his shaft up to his knot into her body. He could feel her snapping down on him, loud cries racing from her lips as her orgasm crashed through her, his cock suddenly soaked with her juices, making it even easier for him to move within the confines of her body. He took advantage, speeding up his thrusts and smacking his knot against her lips; they were readily flexing, almost trying to take him in despite the difference in size. Now she was feeling that burning getting hotter deep inside her, the need and desire to be bred overcoming anything, all thought or other response...she needed his seed, needed it more than life itself.

And finally, he gave it to her. One clawed hand gripping her, he shoved in, knot popping into her cunt and leaving him firmly embedded inside. Once again his seed rushed from him, flooding her prepared body with far more than he would have ever truly needed to accomplish his goal. The heat had done its job, her body was fully receptive and ready to accept its role housing a dragon's spawn, magically-altered ova mobbed with sperm and rapidly fertilized. It would not be so quick and easy in subsequent matings, he would see to that...he would let the heat build slowly then, become stronger with each failure until there was a guarantee of breeding, so that she would have a lot more time to enjoy his cock and he would have many more opportunities to full her pussy.

Esta was aware of none of this; all she was aware of was the blissful relief from the heat, the soothing sensation brought by Acetir's cum, washing over her insides like the most magical salve. There was so much of it, it was pressing her abdomen out a bit, making her already look mildly gravid, but for as good at the feeling was she wouldn't care if it filled her to bursting. Her body was settling into a state of full relaxation, submitting herself to the dragon completely, just as Forten had.

In contrast to the male, Acetir was in no rush to remove himself from Esta; her pussy clamped down around him was just too good to rush it. He lifted her up with him, holding her limp form tight against his body. With a bit of magic, he raised Forten into the air and brought him over to his other arm, draping the exhausted male over his outstretched limb. One more spell elicited, and the three of them disappeared from the camp, a rush of wind putting out the fire, everything else the humans had with them left behind for travelers to scavenge. None of it would be needed at Acetir's den, they would be provided with everything they would need or want to serve him properly...and all the dragon dick they could possibly handle.