Out of the Dark
Story by Mech on SoFurry
Commission for Anon. When Bahamut took on one of his Aspect forms, he didn't quite expect to end up in the situation he did. Can he make the best of his capture? Or will it make the worst of him?
Xymor moved with his companions. The silvery dragon-like creature turned his head to look at the adventurers. A warmth spread through him and he offered a slight smile to the rather nervous beings with him. "The Abyss is a very unwelcoming place," he half joked.
Crackle, a kenku wizard, twisted her head one way then the other, "Abyss is very unwelcoming," she mirrored back in an imitation of his voice, adding a mocking tone to it. "Who knew?" her voice shifted to almost singing. Leaning against her staff as she scanned the area around them with an equally wary gaze. "No like here dangerous all around."
"We knew it was dangerous when we came," Jothar rolled his broad shoulders and checked his bow, "Yet here we are." The human flashed a quick smile.
Aklo sniffed, "More fools us then." The kobold sat cross-legged on the back of a mechanical beast. "But I suppose there are worse places to be." They reached up to adjust their goggles as they glanced around, "Think we're getting into Her territory though, so we should watch out for webs. I hear the slightest touch of one of those is enough to..." he glanced over as Jothar stepped back, sputtering and waving a hand over his face. Trying to get the spider webs out of his hair and off his skin. "Alert her. Good job, top marks there, big guy."
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" The voice rang out of everywhere and nowhere at the same time Singing from string and brushing across their minds. "I would say a group of foolish mortals, but there's more than just that isn't there?" A slow breath and a hum, "Mortals and an aspect, I am honored."
"Oh great," Aklo sighed and reached for the bladeless hilt at his waist.
Xymor stepped forward and addressed their unseen host, "Great Lolth, we have no quarrel with you. We merely seek passage through your realms. We are but travelers who have no qualms with you."
Her laugh was enough to make ones skin want to crawl off their bodies and flee. Crackle puffed up under her robes and hunched lower. Jothar stopped trying to wipe his face and notched an arrow. Aklo was questioning his luck and dedication to the party again. Which is something he did several times a day, but never seriously.
"Do you have, Tribute?" There was something in the way she said that word that brought a sense of dread all over their senses.
All eyes turned to Xymor, "Nothing more than a promise to harm none of your children, nor to disturb your realm. We only wish to pass through and be on our way." The dragon-like humanoid turned his head one way then he other. Scanning the dark, not wanting to invoke his true form, or that connection to his more divine self. Not unless he had to. It was taxing enough merely keeping a connection to the Platinum dragon in this realm.
The silence was deafening as they waited for a response. The darkness seemed to pull away and they could feel a shift about them. A moment of nothing. That stretched further into a minute. Then a while of silence. "I guess we're clear?" Aklo offered quietly.
"Perhaps," Jothar sighed, "just watch your step as we go."
Crackle jabbed him with her staff, "Watch your step as we go," she mocked the fighter in his own voice. Head bobbing as she picked her way along the cavern. "Think it safe?"she trilled after a moment of walking. Turning her head to look from Jothar up to Xymor.
Xymor shook his head," We can hope that the promise not to bother them is enough to curry some favor. Be on your guard though."
The group trudged deeper and deeper. Eyes always scanning the areas around them. Crackle kept the crystal on her staff lit. Arcane lightning dancing in and around the orb, providing bright light for them. Jothar moved, a globe of light drifting along behind him. Shadows danced and cavorted as they moved. Eyes glittering in the dark at the edges of the lights. They were all on edge. Casting eyes about, dancing from the area around them and back to Xymor. The party had faith in him. He could protect them from what may come. That rock solid, unerring faith bolstered him. Back straightening up as he adjusted his shield and strode forward boldly.
Minutes turned to hours as they moved. Not willing to stop and wait within the Spider Queen's territory. Some brief discussions were had about setting up for the night. Using some of Crackle's spells to protect them. She was a powerful mage who bent the very weave and elements to her will. Yet there was that worry. A wizard could work wonders, but this was a god whose territory they were traipsing through.
"Anyone else feeling... More tired than you should?" Aklo swayed atop his mechanical mount. The kobolds eyes fighting to stay awake. "I swear, it feels like I'd been walking through mush."
Jothar wiped sweat from his brow, "For once, I agree. I could normally walk all day and night, but it feels like I wadding through something."
Crackle lifted her staff and waved it about, making a face. She called out something and brought it down with a thunderous crack. Energy rippled out from her, lighting up spider webs. Finer than even a hair, yet wafting about them. "A trap!" she huffed.
"Made to wear us out, no doubt!" Xymor unsheathed his sword and turned. With the game up, shapes surged from the dark at them. Dozens, possibly hundreds, of spiders and other creatures surged towards them. Curses launched from the party as they sprung into quick action. Crackle snapped her beak and waved hands. Winds whipped out of nowhere, turning one area into a whirling mass of air that blasted lightning out into beasts. Jothar brought his bow out and began to fire with a speed that was unbelievable. Arrows glowing with Arcane infusions as he twisted and turned. Aklo fell back into his mount, only to have the metal open and fold around him. Rising as a tall, armored dragonborn. Wading into battle with gauntlets that flashed and thundered with each swing.
Right in the middle, Xymor called out with divine fervor. Brilliant flames of an unearthly platinum leapt along the blade as he swung. Cleaving his way through the hoard. Unholy screaming and screeching rising from the writhing masses as he pressed forward. Grinding his teeth and ignoring the scrape of claws off shield and plate. Pushing aside the burning of bite and sting on his flesh. Crackle screamed as a nasty claw carved open her back. Only to rise as Xymor caught her, raw energies pulsed, and her wound closed faster than it was opened.
Fighting back to back, shoulder to shoulder, the group moved with the ease of practice. Knowing just when and how the others would strike and fight. They tried to find anywhere for respite. A cave, a crevasse, even a mere rock to plant their backs to. Anything to keep them from being attacked on all sides. All while they fought until limbs began to grow numb with the effort.
Except, Xymor realized, his limbs were growing heavier far sooner than they should. As he wrenched his arm around, it felt slow, sluggish. Sparing a glance, he noticed the webs that clung to his arm and armor. Felt the sting of venom crawling through his veins. "Crackle!" he gasped, "can you get us out of here?!"
A croak, the familiar drone of Arcane chanting. Her staff waved about in the air as she drew the right symbols. Only to drop it as her fingers grew numb.
One by one. The brave adventurers fell to their knees, then collapsed. Bodies refusing to respond. Minds hazy as the brood swarmed over them. Enveloping them in darkness.
Consciousness came to Xymor, and along with it pain. He winced and heaved, body trying to reject the venoms that still coursed through his veins.
"Fight all you wish," that voice from earlier crooned, "it won't do you any good, Hero."
His head rolled drunkenly, body barely responding to his call. The great dragon-like being was suspended in a semi-kneeling position. Thick strands of a sickly green webbing held his arms and legs splayed. Cupped his head and neck just so. He could see he was in a great cavern, but he was also alone.
"Do not worry about your little friends. They are alive for the moment." A figure moved in the shadows. Lolth herself, the Spider Queen, shifted about. Eyes glittering as the massive spider moved just outside of the light about him. "I will keep them so, for now at least. Provided you give me proper tribute." A low, quiet sigh, "I was going to merely let you pass. Then you began to doubt I would. I couldn't let you down no could I?" A laugh, "You had to fight though. So what began as disinterest turned into a desire for tribute. Now I demand it of you."
Xymor rolled numb tongue against his teeth and managed to growl, "What do you demand?"
She turned and surged up, face almost touching his. "Divinity, oh grand Aspect. Some of yours," one of her arms came forward to rub his chest and neck. "I can extract it easily enough through my webs." Her gaze shifted, "Not even the great Platinum will be able to break out of these. But where is the fun in that? No," she patted his cheek, "I have a better plan for you."
Xymor, nay Bahamut though merely an aspect, curled his lips in a silent snarl. "Do what you will with me. Just release my companions unharmed."
Glittering eyes turned on him, "Unharmed? Of course. Why your friends are in good condition. Shall I show them to you?" An arm lifted and waved. Servants brought in two large mirrors and hung them from webbing before him. The surfaces hazed over then cleared as the servants left. In one mirror, Jothar was revealed. The human laid bare in a bed, eyes lidded, bite marks visible on his shoulder. A drow straddled him, forcing him down as she rode his manhood. In the other mirror, Aklo was crouched, hunched, hips clapping off a kobold female. Both of them with hazy eyes. Bite marks covering his arms and sides.
"Observe, they are both well and healthy. Vigorous in fact, due to a very special venom of mine." Lolth turned and moved closer to the still-clothed dragon. "Would you like to experience it? Of course you would."
Before he could protest, the Spider Queen moved. Body flowing to a more humanoid form. Hands grasped his neck and pushed his head aside. Fangs punched through his neck and he felt the sting of venom release. As an Aspect of a god, his body was particularly sturdy against mere poisons and toxins.
At least those that belonged to mortal creatures. This was the Queen of Spiders, something she'd made herself. He could feel it batter against his divine constitution and ease between cracks nothing else could slither through.
The pain of that bite turned into a low, burning pleasure. Warmth started to sear its way though his veins as the air grew hotter around him. "There we go," she almost purred as she pulled back. "It is a rather interesting venom. Increases one's libido and pleasure to heights most cannot fathom." Fingers brushed along his neck and Bahamut had to bite back a moan. "More than that, it bolsters one's stamina and resolve." Almost on cue, he saw Aklo shudder over the kobold he was with. Panting as he emptied himself into her. He wasn't even done before lunging at another. The filled female rolling over to watch as he and the new partner tangled and tussled." I will cause them no harm, but some do wear themselves out. Candle burning brightly and all that."
A little sigh before the Spider Queen turned her attention back to him. "You are looking uncomfortable, allow me to help." A snap of her fingers, "Come, undress your companion and tend to him."
Lolth stepped aside and a second later, Crackle stepped through the door. The kenku was still in her robes, but her gear and staff were gone. There was something odd about her movements as well. Jerky, halting, as if she were being made to take each step. Limbs moving with a strangeness as if she were a puppet on strings. Which, sure enough, Bahamut caught the barest glimmer of webs coming off her limbs and wound about her beak. Crackle's eyes darting about as she was made to advance on the bound male.
"No, RELEASE HER THIS..."
A flick of her hand and Lolth summoned a rather large gag to fill his maw. Teeth dug against the sticky orb and tongue tried to shove it out. Only to become bound and tangled. He flexed limbs, or tried to, but his body wouldn't listen. Numb limbs barely twitched and webs hardly jostled. Bahamut could only watch as Crackle was piloted towards him. Deft fingers finding the catches in his armor and releasing them. Not even flinching as the plates and pieces fell to the ground and crashed against her.
"Here, let me help," Lolth cooed as he was stripped to his bare clothes. A tug and flick of her fingers shredding the garments. Exposing hard muscle over shining scales. Crackle's head bobbed as she voiced a muffled croak of distress. Eyes watering as her hands stripped him bare. Each touch sent waves through his body. Bahamut clenched his jaws and huffed. Feeling that slow burn of the venom as it rolled through him. Breaking down one barrier after another. Filling every inch of him with that burning need.
A laugh, "Well, look at that. I believe he's enjoying this. Don't you, bird?"
Feathers brushed over the pointed tip that peeked from his male slit. Then a soft, familiar hand, curled around the spire and began to massage it just so. Rubbing her thumb over his tip, coaxing out precum that she could spread over his flesh. She groaned low in her throat. He answered with one of his own, trying to look away. Yet his eyes were fixated on her as she was made to draw his length out. Both hands coming up to play with him. Skilled fingers dancing awkwardly over his pointed tip. Down the ridged belly of his cock. Right to the hint of his knot at the base. All the way down to his heavy platinum purse and the balls that were beginning to ache there.
Crackle voiced a muffled croak, but her hands were still working. Dexterous, skilled fingers used to weaving the complicated symbols for magic danced over his flesh. Playing over one side and down the other. He ground his teeth against the gag and huffed. Unable to help himself as a hearty drop of precum began to gather on his tip. Only to be swept up by her fingers and slid over his shaft. Flesh began to glisten under her attention, all while Lolth watched with amusement.
"He is looking rather eager. We can't keep him waiting, now can we?"
Shoulders rolled as the kenku began to shed her robe. Slender, dark feathered body exposing itself as the garment fell away. One hand continued to stroke his shaft as the other dipped between her thighs. Petting over her own vent. Even over the labored sounds of breathing, Bahamut could hear the low, wet noise of the aroused avian. Of course, if she could do this to me, she must have done it to the others as well. Teeth ground and fought against the gag, but only gummed up his jaws further.
Crackle shifted, stepping forward and throwing a leg over his thigh. Then the kenku swung her other leg up as well. Her body seeming to levitate, at least until he saw the hair-thin strands that were holding her upright. Fingers spread Crackle's pussy open as the other hand brought his cock down. Heavy, meaty thuds sounding in the chamber as she slapped herself with his cock. The impact, the warmth and softness of her body against his, and the venom had his head swimming. Everything was fighting against his own senses as nostrils flared and the male huffed. Panting, trying to find some way to combat what was going on. His world was a fog, he could feel that innate magic of his swirling at the edges of his consciousness. Yet the fog of that lustful venom was limiting him.
Tip met lips in another thump. Slid up and down. The sharp, spade-like tip of his cock, made to dig deep into another dragon nestled so neatly between mortal lips. Raw heat of passion that only mortal beings in their finite lives had kissed him.
"Nngh!" Bahamut grunted through the gag, eyes rolling back as his hips jerked. The touch of flesh on flesh enough to set him off. Thick webs strained as the dragon threw his head and snarled. His noble girth flexing as he began to cum. Painting the dark bird with streaks of thick, white seed.
Lolth cackled, "Well, perhaps I used too much venom." The spidery hands gave his head a condescending pat. "Though perhaps it has been a while since you've had any attention. Why don't we fix that, Platinum?"
His cock was still twitching, still erupting with his divine seed when Crackle's hands pushed him down. Wedging his tip between her folds and forcing him in. Both shared a muffled gasp and pant. Heads throwing back as the tight kenku slid over his pole.
Even as a mere Aspect, he almost dwarfed her. He stood a good two foot taller than her, and had a great deal more bulk to his mortal body. She had joked that his leg weighted more than she did, and had often teased about riding on his shoulder. With a mere couple shots left in his climax, he could see his seed swelling her stomach, leaking from her. Yet she drove further down on him. That slender belly bulging out as she sank further onto him.
Lolth was there, hands on Crackle's shoulders, "Oh you both are so eager and ready for this. Here, let me help," her voice almost playful as she grabbed avian shoulders. Drawing Crackle away until only his tip rested within the wizard. Then she shoved forward, driving the enchanted and drugged woman down on his cock. Crackle's head rocked back and her throat flexed against noises she could not voice. Feet kicked and toes flexed as Lolth pulled Crackle away and drove her back down. Each shove cramming a little more of the divine dick into her.
Bahamut could do nothing but watch. Every stroke, every push, even the touch of eyes upon his body brought pleasures through his form. The diabolical venom was wrecking havoc upon his form. Leaving him panting, shaking, and burdened with the knowledge that the torment had only begun.
There was some small measure of relief as his knot met the stretched lips. Thick, pulsing flesh already too thick to fit into her. Yet they agony was there, the primal part of him screaming to shove it in. To tie with her and ensure that his seed would be locked within her halls. To fill and flood her until not a drop more could be spend. Longing to contain every last speck of his seed to ensure a legacy.
A tutting, "Look at that. Too worked up, no way you'd be able to fit in her now." She leaned over Crackle's body and traced fingers over his knot. Then came the dark chuckle. A laugh that cut through the haze and sent shivers of fear down his spine. "Not without help."
The Spider Queen grabbed the kenku with her many hands and drew her back. Straddling the wizard's head in a way that had the long beak sliding back and forth against the spidery slit. Coating it with her own noxious arousal. Then Lolth slammed the kenku forward. Crackle jerked and heaved, trying to call out, to scream, anything, but the noise was trapped. Her legs were made to wrap around Bahamut's body as he hung there, helpless to do anything but watch. His thick knot battering her body. Feathered thighs flung wide as Lolth hummed, "I have seen the size of Kenku eggs." Battered fields spread further and further. Trying to accommodate the bulge. She began to slam the caster forward and back with each word, "Surely you can manage to fit this IN!"
Lolth threw herself against Crackle and shoved on hips and thighs. All three watched as the kenku stretched wider and wider. The devilish spider forcing the avian's hips to wiggle and squirm. A fraction of an inch at a time, she wedged and forced those lips further. Until the inevitable pop as flesh wrapped around his knot finally. Crackle's entire body heaving and seizing as the venom turned pain into pleasure, punishing her with the reward or a climax. Body clenching and heaving around his length. More than enough to draw a second eruption from the dragon. This time contained wholly within the kenku. What had covered her from nearly face to foot before was now wholly contained within her. Each shot enough to make her stomach swell noticeably. He pulled at the restraints and let out a muffled roar. The noise and effort shaking the very room they were in.
Bahamut, unused to such things, felt his world go white as a buzzing filled his head. Not noticing that the webs around I'm began to pulse with a sickly green. Slowly, steadily draining his mortal vitality. Leaving space for that divinity to fill in a rush. His body growing larger, more draconic. His body surged, drawing on his divinity even as he filled the kenku with his seed. Thousands upon millions of platinum soldiers rushing into her. Seeking out any eggs they could assault.
"Well," Lolth leaned forward and let her hands rest on top of Crackle's heaving body. "That was an ordeal. Oh well, let you finish up with this one then I'll see about what's next, oh Mighty Platinum." She laughed and leaned back. "Enjoy the moment of respite! You'll need it."
It was hard to tell how much time had passed. Bahamut was now fully draconic. His body would have filled the cavern, yet somehow it seemed to have grown with him. Leaving him tucked against one side, but nearly taking up half the space as it was. He was suspended off the air, forearms stretched before him, legs stretched behind, with wings spread as if in flight. At some point, someone had brought in a platform and set it under him. His gaze drifted between the three, yes three now, mirrors around him. Aklo was sprawled among a heap of mechanical equipment, other kobolds sprawled around him. Some showing the obvious signs of being gravid. Jothar was being fed currently, but was still strapped to the bed. A golden ring shining about his cock, keeping him erect for the elf that was causally stroking him.
Lastly was Crackle. The kenku was held in suspension over a padded nest. Body struggling as she tried to push out a rather large egg. Spots of platinum glimmering on the slick shell. More of Lolth's servants were gathered round. One ready to catch and dry the egg. The other armed with a flask full of draconic seed. More than ready to simply pour it into the waiting avian.
"The ridges are so interesting," a voice came from under the bound aspect. He groaned into the muzzle as fingers danced over his ridged cock. Prying one up and watching how it flexed and twitched. More of the Spider Bitch's servants and followers. Sycophants who were more than happy to stroke and tease him. To work him up to a frenzy before collecting his seed in a basin. Surely some of them had to be pregnant with half-dragons by now. How many, he didn't know. Couldn't know, nor could he fully guess at what she was planning to do with them.
A familiar voice, "Leave him alone." As Lolth seemingly stepped out of the shadows, "I have guests coming and at least one of them wants him..." The spider smirked, "Fresh." She stepped forward and tapped his cheek, "There are several who want a piece of you. Two didn't believe I had an aspect in my collection. One who already paid to..." she trailed off in a chuckle and turned. "Well, you'll see."
"But first," Lolth produced a flask from somewhere and climbed the webs that held him up, "drink up. We need to reinvigorate you." There was a gap in the muzzle they'd put on him. Bahamut growled and clenched teeth, but she wedged it in there and pulled a strand. Neck muscles fought and pulled, but his head was slowly tipped back. "Drink deep, my pet." He wanted to spit, tried to, wrenching his head around. She fixed him with a frown, "Do it and I will release your companions. Back to the material plane." He curled his lips Ina snarl, but did as she asked. A new warmth flooding his veins, adding a fire to his core that smoldered and roiled. The warmth churned a second then sank down to his sac. Settling there like a lead weight. His orbs twitched and swelled, growing as the potion magically left him pent.
As if on cue, in walked a rather severe looking woman in green full plate. The fiery red hair and golden eyes a giveaway. Her face harsh and scarred, twisted into a permanent sneer. Some disguised red dragoness, eyeing him like a prize, "You know," she growled in a harsh voice, "I had wondered if you were exaggerating the truth, Spider." A servant, a strange looking dragonborn, golden scales with a glowing mane of teal hair, followed behind.
Lolth laughed, "Loxa the Maneater, welcome. No, as you see he is as I said."
"You have my payment," a snap of her fingers and the dragonborn shuffled forward, holding up a bag. "He is mine until the morrow."
The spider watched as one of her followers took the bag, opened it, their face bathed in a golden light. "You do," she mused as the drow nodded. "However, bear in mind. He is to be unharmed and unchanged." That brought a frown, "I know where your tastes lie. Do what you wish, bite, claw, breed, whatever. Do not alter him in a way that cannot be readily healed."
Lolth gave Bahamut a look as if to remind him of their deal, then turned and left. Fingers snapping as great stone doors rolled shut. "I will return in the morning," the Spider Queen called over her shoulder before the doors shut with an earth-shaking thud.
The dragon turned to watch her leave then muttered, "She is gone, Scum."
A new voice laughed as the armor shifted. What had looked like shoulder pads turned to hands, grasping the humanoid's shoulders. The scaled plates shifted as well, growing and twisting, "Ah," came the nearly sing-song hiss, "I do so love when you call me..." slowly, a green dragon, still humanoid sized and clearly female, twined about the other; "Scum." The dragon twisted and grew, taking up what little space remained in the room. A slender, but still decidedly female, form curled against the wall opposite Bahamut, "Well, he is everything I had hoped he was. Now," fingers snapped and the red-haired humanoid nearly doubled over with a huff, "why don't we begin?"
"You..." the word came out as a growl that deepened as the red-haired woman's body twisted and writhed. The room growing hotter as skin rippled and darkened, turning into scales as the red dragon's form burst forth. Yet even as the room, almost taken up fully by Bahamut, filled with two more dragons, the walls seemed to retreat and pull away. Giving them plenty of room to play with. Though Bahamut found himself rather surprised as the red shape writhed and twisted. This was clearly a male red dragon, despite the feminine appearance of the human form. He twisted with a snarl, smoke and flame rolling from his maw, "How dare you…"
Green claws flashed and snapped as the dragoness tutted, "Temper temper." Light bloomed under the red dragon and the weave thrummed around him. The red gasped and nearly doubled over again, his entire body shuddering. "Do we need to teach you a lesson again? Remember who holds all the cards here, Edres." The red turned to snarl something. An adult, full grown male red dragon, yet the ancient green dragoness peered down her muzzle and spoke to him as if he were a whelp. "Remember, you came to me for aid and power. I have given you all that."
Edres snarled, "At what cost, fowl hag!" As he spun around and fanned his wings, something reached Bahamut's nostrils. The smoky, nose-tingling spice of a dragoness in heat. A red dragoness in heat, to be precise. "How long will you continue to torment me like this?"
Loxa clicked her tongue, "Until the ledger is paid in full. We can discuss what you owe later, for now." She made a shooing gesture. "All you need to do is curl that tail up and back into him. Who knows, perhaps you will enjoy this more than you expect."
The red turned to glare at Bahamut, eyes scanning over the bound and gagged platinum His gaze dropped down to the male's still erect cock and the balls that lay beyond. "Enjoy it? Fha!" Another flick of the green's fingers and that light pulsed. This time, Bahamut caught sight of a very ornate set of runes across Edres' belly as they lit up and thrummed. Whatever this strange magic was, the effect was obvious. The red's haunches lifted and shuddered, more of that spiced scent filling the air, followed by the light patter of excitement dripping onto the ground.
Edres spun again, stumbling on unsteady legs. He started to snarl something, but the green lifted her hand and held claws together. Whatever he might have snarled died on his lips. Edres falling into grumbling as he turned and began to back himself up under the bound and suspended dragon. "How do you females even manage this?" He glanced back again, "Are the balls always that big?"
A chuckle, "He is a god, dear. Usually the male is unbound, but you would know that. Though you wouldn't know much beyond just mount and seek your own satisfaction." There was a sigh as she moved away from the wall and sidled alongside the pair. "Lift your hips. No, not like that. Like..." she reached under to futz with the red's body. Adjusting the other chromatic dragon.
Bahamut took the moment of distraction to glance at the mirrors. There was some relief, however brief, as he watched people coming to collect his three companions. Dragging the exhausted Aklo off a female. Lifting the weak-legged Jothar up and dragging him away. Removing the flask of semen from Crackle and letting her down. The mirrors' views shifted, showing the three being lead, naked and unarmed, into another room to a portal. Each was handed a simple bag and unceremoniously shoved through. Good, they were out of here at least. Somewhere safer, at least. Each of the three were beyond capable, together they should be able to make it somewhere they could get aid. Perhaps then they could...
Fingers curled around his cock and jerked it down, making him grunt. "Oh he is very stiff," Loxa laughed, "He must be as eager for you as you are for him." Now the mirrors flashed, showing several views around the trio. One angled directly between Bahamut's legs, letting him see the red under I'm. Scaled slit dripping with arousal, swollen with need as the green lined his pointed tip up. The came the burning, near unbearable warmth against his tip as she lined him up. "There we go. Get him lined up and then you just have to back up."
Edres snorted through clenched jaws, "He is too large, I don't think..." The green made a motion with her fingers. Driving two forward into the air, spreading them, and then yanking back. The runic magic flashed along the red's scales and his entire body skidded backwards. Jaws dropped open as he bellowed and roared, flames erupting from his maw. Bahamut bit down on the gag and snarled, lips peeling back. The dragon under him was by far the tightest hole he'd ever encountered. Muscles fought and squeezed, trying to repel his invasion, yet the magic compulsion drove the red back into him. Claws skidding across stone as they fought to stop him. Loxa continued to pull her hand back, not stopping until Bahamut was halfway sheathed within the red under him, "There. Was that so bad?"
Jaws hung slack as the red dragon panted. Thick strands of drool dripping from his muzzle, eyes wide and shocked. It seemed to take everything he had to just keep breathing. Every breath, every beat of his heart made that tunnel clench harder around Bahamut's noble rod.
Loxa hummed as she slid back, "At your own pace. Just rock your hips forward, then back. You'll want to make sure you get all the way back so you get his knot inside you. Unless you want me to help with that too." She flashed a wicked grin and licked her lips. "Hurry along now."
Edres panted and snarled some curse under his breath, but shifted his hips. Claws dug and scraped against stone as he managed to drag himself forward ever so slightly. His entire body jolting as one of the Platinum dragon's ridges popped out of his body and the rest rasped against his inner walls. The jerk made him rock back, forcing that much more of the deity’s divine dick into his body.
A little clap, "There you go, Dear." As Loxa mocked him, then turned her attention on Bahamut. "You'll have to excuse him, it's his first time with a pussy. You see," she moved and pushed Edres' head down to the ground, "he came across me and tried to force himself upon me. Bold, brash, but stupid. So instead of killing him, I made him a deal. Obey me until he's repaid the debt, and I'll teach him some very powerful magics. I was wondering what lessons I might have for him when my good friend Lolth mentioned her new prize. I thought well, this opportunity is too good to pass up. Faster, dear, we only have a few hours to get a few loads from him. Do you have any idea of the sheer power in a dragon's cum? No, of course you don't."
He snarled, "Why should I? I never had these parts before."
"You're right, but see I didn't just give you them." There was a wicked smile on Loxa's muzzle as she rolled her hips, "I traded." There, jutting from between her legs was a rather impressive, deep red spire. Pointed tip, jagged ridges, and a hearty set of balls. "Which I have to decide who to use them on... Later, for now..." she rolled her head to watch as that dripping cunt spread around the noble rod. "I get to enjoy the show. Faster now, keep those legs moving."
Bahamut had been somewhat able to keep his mind focused elsewhere. Despite the scent and feel of the red under him, Edres had been taking his time. Trying to wedge himself further down upon Bahamut's spire. Yet now that Loxa was leaning in and grabbing the other dragon's body, things were in motion now. Claws scraped against scales as the green female wrenched the red's tail higher, forcing those hips at a new angle. She wrenched her supplicant forward. Ridges audibly rippling and popping as they were drawn from the dragon's dripping hole. Edres tossed his head and tried to roar, only to have the noise cut off as Loxa shoved his hips back. The noise lifted into a yelp as his hips slammed back. Somehow taking every last inch of the divine dick that pulsed with primal need. In the mirrors, Bahamut could see Edres' eyes go wide, in shock. His poor body spread to near splitting around the girthy cock.
A low hiss, "There we go. Now, just be a good hen and start to work it. Just like this." That strange tattoo pulsed again and Edres' wide eyes adopted an almost vacant, blank look to them. Explaining, in part, how the smaller green dragon was able to manhandle the larger red. Loxa drew Edres forward, only stopping when Bahamut's tip was just about to fall out. Then a shove sent the red crashing back. Scales sparkling off Bahamut's groin scutes as that blazing slit ground into his base. His own lusts, heightened by the venom and potion, made Bahamut jerk against the bonds. Balls clapping off the red's body in that brief instant before they pulled away again. "Good," Loxa purred, "keep doing that until you feel his knot swelling. Then push all the way back and squirm. Like this." A push, hold, and wiggle of the hips almost made the bound male's eyes go cross.
Edres muttered a monotone, "Yes, mistress." As his body rocked as she commanded. Tongue rolling from his mouth, hanging as fiery drool dripped from his lips and onto the ground. Excitement glittered on red thighs like rubies. Sparkling in the light as the dragon lifted and rolled his hips. Adding that naughty little roll that made his already tight insides that much more like a vice around Bahamut. Leaving the great dragon panting, eyes rolling in his head, fighting for what last bit of sense he could muster.
Loxa purred to herself. The green dragon curled her head this way and that. Watching the pair's joining. "I do love watching this part..." Her tongue ran out to play with Bahamut's balls. Catching them, coiling around them, and then drawing them into the toothy maw to slurp on them wetly. Her tail coiled around and back, playing with her own dripping slit. Prying the lips apart for a beat before tucking in with a wet slurp. She began to pump her own tail in and out, moaning around the platinum purse. Only to let her tail whip out and swing up to smack off his nose. Smearing her nectar across his muzzle. Further spreading the scent of aroused, ready dragoness across his nose. Enticing that primal part of him, making his teeth bare as he huffed around the gag. Eyes rolling in his head with a groan.
The red came with the ferocity one would expect. His entire body shuddering, clamping, and burning around the invading cock. Any other dragon would be bellowing and flapping their wings as juices erupted around their partner. Yet there was nothing from this charmed male. He didn't even slow down as his pussy squelched and sucked around the cock. Milking the platinum as that knot began to grow. Slapping the pussy with each stroke.
"Good, now all the way back, like I said."
Edres followed the order. Slamming his hips back with barely a grunt. Expression blank as the knot battered his pussy. Teeth clenched and ground, claws dug at the ground, and body wormed under Bahamut. Even as the red continued to clench and ride out his climax, he was trying to force that growing knot in. A low whine building in his throat with each passing moment. So deep inside the dragon, that unyielding spear battered against the male's unsullied barrier.
Loxa hissed, "You're taking too long, he's going to get too big. You have to..." Claws dug into the red haunches as she shoved back, "use force!" Pussy lips stretched further, wider, straining over the knot. Both knot and flesh throbbing with the strain of having to be force past each other. Muscles clamping, fluttering, trying to latch onto a knot that was still past them.
Pop.
The noise echoed through the cavern as Edres surged back. His feminine muscles somehow managing to slide over and around the knot. Clamping behind the lobes with a force that ensured he wasn't going to pull away any time soon. His gut bulged as Bahamut's length bowed. Spear tip nestled against the dragon's cervix. After a beat, something broke and the turgid length surged forward. Invading the dragon's lair and readying itself. The sheer force of the tie was enough to break whatever hold Loxa had on him. Edres' head rolled as he screamed in pleasure and agony. Body heaving as he gasped and suffered through a second climax in as many minutes. Gut and chest rolling as he tried to sobbed and panted at the same time. Head dipped in shame as his backside lifted and ground. Still obeying the greens orders despite himself.
It was all too much for Bahamut. Eyes rolled back ins his head as his hips drove forward unbidden. Heavy balls lifted, squeezed, and he felt his climax as it rolled down his shaft. Knot stretching the red that much further. Ridges flared, tickling gspot and insides as his load charged up. Tip nestled so deep, ensuring that his seed would flood that egg chamber. Filling it to the very brim and beyond within the first pulse. Edres' voice rose in a choked sound, eyes rolling back in his head. Bahamut could watch how his hide rippled and belly began to bulge with each shot. Expanding to contain everything, even as the draconic god filled him with more seed than any mere mortal could comprehend.
"Ooh," Loxa purred as she leaned in, "just look at that. So... Delicious," she moaned as her tongue slid over the clenching orbs. Slathering each with attention. Planting kisses, drawing them into her maw to suck and play with them. Coaxing out even more of the rich, virile seed into her enchanted partner. Her moans reverberating over his privates and up into the bound male's form.
"Even more delicious than I could have imagined," Loxa's tongue bathed his balls and up. Tracing what little of his shaft was outside of Edres. Up to where the red's body was stretched to its limits. Muzzle pressing to flesh to feel the steady pulse and throb of the knot. "Though I will say," the green dragon purred, "only one thing will make this more delightful." She cracked a smirk as she pulled away. Moving to a position where both Bahamut and Edres could see her. Then she curled her body back, arching her front up so she could slide a forepaw down. Fingers traced over her slick, drooling cunt as that smile widened.
New runes flashed on those sickly green scales. Words of power hissed between teeth and tongue, oozing out of her maw and pouring over her own body. Bahamut felt a strange lurk in his core as the green chanted. It took a moment before the red rolled his head, "What are you... How DARE Y..." the noise cut off as Loxa's tail snapped out and smacked his muzzle. Edres' jaws clapped shut and held there. Locked as securely as if someone had wrapped iron bands around it. Loxa continued her chanting, the runes pulsing and glowing. Throbbing in time with hear heart.
Then her flesh began to writhe and shift. Slick pussy sealing up slowly as something began to grow in its place. Thick, with a savagely pointed tip and vicious ridges along the underside. Dropping down into a heavy, throbbing red scaled sac. Green scales crept up against the ruby red and invaded, changing them ever so slightly. All while the green dragon posed and grinned, hissing with delight.
"Now, when they call me Maneater, it's not entirely right." Hooked talons traced over the ridged flesh and played with it. Her scales rattled with delight as she rolled her head with a huff, "More a man stealer. If you want to go that route. There is just something so delicious about it. Especially," she moved closer, "when the victim is right before me as I make use of it." She brought the ridged red cock right down on Edres' muzzle with a smack. Stroking her stolen length until precum drooled over his scales and listened. "Normally, I enjoy using it on them too. Watching them squirm as they're show just how delightful a cock is when it the proper hands." Loxa angled her head with a smirk, "Why don't I show you, oh great Platinum?" Her muzzle splitting into a wicked grin.
Posed and bound as he was, Bahamut couldn't protest. He pulled at the webbing, but it gave just enough to rob his strength from him. He twisted his head and rolled his eyes, catching sight of Loxa as she slunk behind him. Her body barely appearing within the mirrors before he felt her hooked and crooked talons trace over his hips. Catching sight as she slithered behind him.
Her tongue bathed his back as she slid atop him. Scales sizzling under her poisonous spit, "Oh I can't imagine you've experienced this much, my liege." She added a mocking tone to the title. "Though who knows what goes on within those hallowed halls." He could see in the mirror as she shifted behind him. One leg firmly planted on the ground. The other lifting to rest against his thigh. Her full weight coming down on his back as she slid herself against him. Making sure to rub her keel bone and hide against his. "Though I will ensure you at least finish from this."
She only used precum to prepare him. Slick tip nudging under his bound tail. She poked and prodded, licking his neck as she toyed with herself. Burning precum searing against the platinum's backside as it spread over the pucker. Nudge, nudge, stroke, poke, and prod. The dragoness hissed in delight as she toyed with the bound deity. Adding precum drop by drop to his backside until it was starting to run down his scales. Only when she was ready did she push.
Bahamut's muscles tensed and his teeth dug into the gag. Shame flooding through him as the cock invaded his rear. The venom and drought he drank turned the pain of the penetration into raw pleasure. Pleasure so powerful it made his body scream in blissful agony. Muscles clenched and flexed, trying to fight against the intrusion yet allow it to happen. Loxa slid up to the first ridge. Played and probe with her hips, then sank it in with a blissful, "Ahhh," as she arched over him. Then came the second one. Teasing again, stretching just a little before pushing in. His body jolted with each ridge, pleasure shooting through his senses like lightning. Rendering him nearly senseless by the third one.
Then the witch began to rock her hips. Grinding ridges back and forth against something within him. Bahamut grunted and thrashed again, his cock surging within Edres' body. "Oh feel that? I think he enjoys it," Loxa hissed wickedly. "Would have never figured the Platinum for such a willing bottom. I would love to tease more, but... Well, I do have you all night. So what's a little indulgence?"
Talons dug into his sides, fangs pieced scales, and the dragoness threw her entire weight against Bahamut's body. She was smaller than him, lithe and not the least bit strong. Her thrusts were far from impactful, but where she lacked brute force, she made up for it in skill. Rolling and twisting this way and that. Sawing ridges here, stroking there. Each and every motion designed to give the most impact it could as scales sparked off scale. Bahamut felt shameful tears rolling out of the corner of his clenched eyes even as pleasure soared through him. His cock throbbed in response. Ridges flaring again, knot pulsing as pleasure built.
A chuckle, "Oh yes, perhaps I should let you speak now."
Edres yelped, "Would you stop, HAG?! He's going to split me in half!" The godly cock throbbed as the green sawed her hips back and forth. The red shuddered and panted. Whining as the ridges and cock hit every pleasure spot within him. Grinding on his g-spot, mashing against his clit, and pushing that much deeper into his sloshing belly.
Loxa laughed, "I would have thought you'd love that your cock is bringing him this much pleasure." Her tail whipped around and cupped Bahamut's balls. Lifting and playing with them as her body hammered off his backside. "Oh, it feels like he's about to arrive again." A tutting noise, "What a lovely little red whore you are. Haven't even let the male leave you, and you're eager for another from him? Why you're going to have the joys of dozen of eggs by the time the runes wear off."
Bahamut was grunting and panting through the gag. Drool joining the tears as his body shuddered between the pair. Burning hot pussy wrapped around his engorged cock. Savage length hammering his backside. Him trapped in the middle, mind slowly going blank as pleasure shoved everything else out. There was no room for shame or guilt. Not in the moment as Loxa shifted her hips. Tail hooking around to pull her closer. Toe claws gripping his hips and keeping him there. A steady throbbing signaling the green was about ready to tie with him.
"Dozens?!" Edres yelped, head hanging, the red looking about how Bahamut felt. Rage and shame blending with that unwanted bliss. His hips stirred back despite himself, belly swollen with the previous load yet hungry for more.
A growled, "Mhmm. Don't worry, your body will be able to handle and store it all. Though it might take years for you to work through everything he'll be giving you. Speaking of which..." Teeth found purchase on his neck as Loxa threw herself against I'm. Peppering faster now, knot swelling enough to throb against his prostate. Pressing on the pleasure button and leaving Bahamut with no choice.
He let out a muffled roar and felt his eyes roll back. Balls once again heaving as his length pulsed and erupted. Sore and aching even as he gave the red a second filling. Edres' words fell into a primal bellow of his own. Flames shooting across the room as the dragon writhed. Whatever magics he was under pushing him to the edge and over as well. Abused body milking the divine length for every drop of seed it could manage. Belly hanging lower and lower by the shot. All before Loxa joined beats later. Snarling into Bahamut's neck as she came. Thick, green-corrupted red dragon seed flooding his backside. Filling Bahamut to the brim and then some. Balls pressed to his own, lifting and pulsing in time with his. All whine the webbing glowed and drained him that much further. Sapping at the divinity that was still surging and coursing through his body.
How long they'd gone. How many rounds. Bahamut lost count during the evening. Maybe he passed out, or perhaps his mind had just gone blank at some point. He came to at a touch to his forelimb. "Oh great dragon." The voice was low, hushed. He somehow managed to pry an eye open at the low prayer. It was night still, or at least it was some point before Lolth was set to eject Loxa.
The strange dragonborn was beside him, a hand resting on his scales. Past her was Loxa and Edres. The pair tangled up with the green still tied in the red's backside. Scales stretched out from the shocking volume of seed contained within. Runes glowing as they refused even a single drop to escape. Then back to the dragonborn.
She kept her voice low and hushed, "Good, your thoughts are still with you. It is possible I could get us out of here, both." A glance at the slumbering dragons, then up at the bindings. "I am possessed of no small amount of power myself, but you have seen what her runes can do. Breaking free is one matter, staying free... I would need a lot of potential power. Something that I could get from divinity." Her eyes darted down a second then back up, "Freely given. With a touch of it, I could get us both out of here, I swear it on my hide and honor. If you give me but a touch of Divinity, I Zeng, will get us out."
It was hard to think, harder to focus. Between the magics, the venom, the drinks, and the constant physical exertion, his mind was adrift. The mere thought of escape was enough to reach through. His eyes darted to the dragons that lay there. Then towards the door and the shadows where Lolth often came and did what she needed, or wished to do. Finally, back towards the dragonborn and their strange, azure body.
He gave a nod.
"Good. Now, ah... The best way to get the divinity and power is directly from," she gestured down his body. Even after all this time, his cock was still at half-mast, pulsing every few seconds. Something that had been done to him refusing to allow it to soften fully. "I apologize for this, but... It is the most direct way." She hesitated, glanced away, cheeks coloring a bit as she cleared her throat. Again, he nodded and closed his eyes. "Alright, then I'll try to be quick about it…"
Zeng hurried under Bahamut and he felt hands sliding up his shaft. It had been hours since the position and venom, but still raw pleasure surged through him. He groaned and rolled his head, trying to cut the noise off. "Oh... Oh my," came the surprised breath as his cock surged upwards and nearly slapped off his belly scales. Zeng scrambled to catch it, breathed out a little sigh, and then went to work.
Soft, light hands ran up and down his shaft. Playing with the ridges, feeling under and around them. Up to his tip, fingering the sharp point to it, then back down. As her fingers danced further down, her tongue came into play. Delicate lips pressing to his tip and tongue dancing over his flesh. Hands starting to slide up and down, awakening his desires with speed. Bahamut rolled his eyes and bit back a moan as precum rolled from his tip. The dragonborn, someone a fraction of his size, audibly gagged just a little as the hearty drop rolled into her maw. In the mirrors, he could see a trickle of it dripping from the corner of her lips. Yet she dove on with fervor. Tucking the tip of his manhood into her mouth and pumping faster. Both hands flying up and down his shaft. Tongue dancing around his tip. Maw moving to plant little kisses and licks over his spire, then back up to catch the next surge of excitement.
Hands flew faster along his length. Squeezing, stroking, and working him over with a speed and precision he couldn't have dreamt of. The great dragon found himself almost in awe as his knot began to swell within moments of starting. At least he would have, if there was any room left in his mind for thought. Eyes rolled as he almost bit back a groan. The noise rumbling up his throat as his hips began to rock again. He could feel it building. Even after being drained again and again that day, pumping one load after another into a fertile dragon, his body rose to the need and urging of the one below him. Hands darted out and wrapped about his knot, squeezing and pulling just so. He ground his teeth, barely having the presence of mind to hold back a roar. Balls lifted and knot surged, his peak rushing up into that maw.
Zeng was ready for it. Tongue playing over his tip, head surging forward to tuck his tip into her gullet with a soft, "Grrk," as his flesh thrummed. Even with her preparation, he quickly overwhelmed her. The first shot enough to make her choke and gag. Thick cum pouring down her throat and then erupting out of her maw. The next shot enough to make her visibly heave. Cum pouring from her lips, dripping from her nostrils. Eyes rolled back, but she tried to hold on. Swallowing as fast as she could. Stomach swelling, starting to glow as she drew on the latent magic within his celestial semen. Just when she was certain that she wouldn't be able to take more, she pulled back with a breathy gasp. Letting what he had left pour over her head and down her front. Matting the bare garment she wore until it was clinging to her form.
"I," she gulped, "just need a second to... Urk…"
Gathering his seed up in her hand, she began to scribe runes over his body and hers. Both hands working in concert as she started to... Chant wouldn't be the right word. Neither was song, but it was something beyond either. It spoke of the ocean and winds and other aspects far deeper, far older. Even in his stupor, Bahamut could feel the magics start to build and surge slowly. His great heart starting to beat in time with the primal song. He could feel it resonating within her as well as the dragonborn worked. Sketching out the symbols where she could reach.
"STOP THAT THIS INSTANT!" Lolth bellowed as she burst into the room. Loxa and Edres surged awake and looked around. The Spider Queen rushed Bahamut and the dragonborn. Reaching out just as Zeng sketched a quick slash and snarled something in a language Bahamut didn't know. There was a blinding flash, his ears popped, and then the pair were gone.
"Well," Edres smirked, "you are going to be in a lot of trouble, Hag."
Bahamut felt a lurch and heave. He'd traveled in all kinds of ways before. Teleport, appertaining, walking, flying, the list went on and on. There was something about this method that felt particularly violent. Like his body was being turned inside out, broken down, and then tossed into the wind before tumbling back together. His body heaved as he came back to himself after what felt like hours of swirling. Chest heaving as he dropped to the ground. Grass underneath, the sun blazing down on him with painful brightness. The wind brushing over his scales and hide like a thousand tiny fingers.
Zeng popped up beside him with a mad laugh, "Oh, always a rush! Though never had that much power behind it." She stretched as she stood up, body shifting just a little with each motion. Bahamut muttered and rolled his head, neck aching and weak, squinting against the brightness. "One moment, o great dragon. Ugh, been stuck like this for ages." Bahamut pawed at the ground slowly, but his limbs barely twitched. "Take it easy there, Dragon. You were held captive and drained for... A while I'm guessing. It'll take some time for everything to wear off and your strength to return. Don't worry, we're safe here in my... What would you call it? Demiplane?"
Bahamut turned his head and looked around slowly. The place seemed peaceful enough. It looked like they'd been dropped into a mountain, yet one with the top wide open. He turned and looked, seeing open sky far above them. How far, he wasn't sure. His attention shifted to the cavern they were inside. A strange cavern, rich soil, vibrant grass, almost like an open garden. Yet as he looked about, he could smell the unmistakable scent of metal and molten rock close by.
Zeng had padded off a little bit. "I had decided to go exploring some time ago. Which is when that Loxa found me. I didn't have my usual protections. Hadn't thought I'd need them, so she was able to overpower me with her magics." The dragonborn padded around the clearing some, "She learned some magical tricks from me, I learned some from her. I was just lucky that... Ah ha!" The dragon dug through some brush at the edge of this volcanic garden and came up with a pearl, "Luckily, she didn't ever find this place, or my pearl." It was easily the largest pearl the dragon had ever seen. Most were, well, pearl sized, maybe he might see one as large as a clenched fist. This one was large enough that the dragonborn had to wrap both arms around it as she hefted it.
Then there was the thrum in the air. A pulse that hammered against his magical senses and made his vision blur. The dragonborn writhed and twisted, or more wavered. "Her magics were strong, I will give her that. Enhanced by those strange runes she used. Now that I am home and have my pearl..." The dragonborn began to rise in the air, body growing larger, longer, twisting as they undulated in the air. There was a flash and a soundless crack, followed by a triumphant call.
What appeared before Bahamut was a creature unlike anything he'd seen. A great, wingless dragon, but long, far too long. It's body twisted and doubled back on itself, the head was all wrong, more feline than draconic, and it had long whiskers and hair that ran down its entire spine.
"Ahhh," the noise shook through the chamber, "It is good to be home." The creature turned and flashed a rather toothy grin, "Probably wondering what I am. I am called a Fuzenglong, but you can continue to call me Zeng." A little chuckle, "Similar to you dragons, but from a different place. Somewhere more secluded, I believe. Where you dragons, even one great as you, are grand creatures steeped in the magics of your world, I just... Am. I am a fact of existence here. Not a deity, but... " Zeng's muzzle twisted and a hand waved, "It's complicated and I only barely understand it myself. Here, let me help with that."
Zeng's long body twisted about, forelimbs stretching and touching the air, almost seeming to step on it rather than fly. A claw tucked into Bahamut's maw and twisted. The webbed gag that had silenced him for so long broke with a pop. Bahamut's entire frame heaved as he coughed and heaved, working sore jaw muscles. "Thank you. Now that I am free, once I regain my strength, I will repay you."
A pause, a little look, "Free? Ah yes. I can speed up your recovery, should you wish. That divinity you lent me has left me with an... Excess of energy."
Bahamut shifted, but his limbs were still weak. "Please."
Still holding the pearl, though it easily fit into Zeng's palm now, the dragon waved fingers and produced a pot and brush. "I will need to apply some runes to you. Cleansing marks to speed your recovery. Hold still so I don't smudge the lines."
A huff, nod, and Bahamut lay his head down. Watching curiously as Zeng painted his body with the impossibly black ink. He could feel the magic tingle and sizzle along his body. He coughed as the brush wiped over his throat and mouth. Then heaved as ichor began to drip from his lips as the magic expelled the venom from his body. Head already feeling clearer as he breathed in. "Where do you fit within your cosmology? I am a guardian of peace and justice. Representing all that is right within the world."
Zeng thought, "Complicated there. Mountains, volcanoes, the metal and treasures within. It's rather... Complex and mostly by feel. Though I had heard of tales saying I watch over and guard hidden treasures, Platinum." The brush flicked and danced across his limbs. Painting runes and symbols far more intricate than Bahamut would have believed. A voice, some muffled sense, muttered at him as the brush dipped lower and flicked across his stomach.
"Please, call me Bahamut."
A laugh, "No, I will call you Platinum, because you're a treasure." The joyful tone took a darker note, "One I have hidden away."
Every alarm went off in his head and Bahamut drew a breath. He had a couple choices here for his attack, but he'd likely only get one. He could feel his strength waning even now. The platinum dragon decided to pour everything he had out. There was something he could do, something he dare not have done earlier before the capture. He swung his head around and found himself face-to-face with Zeng. The longer dragon looked confused as Bahamut opened his maw and roared.
The sound was indescribable. Dust and water lifted into the air and hung there, vibrating. Grass and rock were tore around him as the sound erupted from his body. It was a bellow of the great platinum dragon. The mere sound of his call enough to break rocks to dust, make mountains crumble, and even fell gods. It could break anything and deafen those that somehow survived.
Yet Zeng only looked mildly amused.
As the echos of his roar died off, he was met with a chuckle, "As I said. I am a fact of existence. You could no more kill me than you could end the universe, Platinum. On your feet."
The words hit him somewhere between a compulsion and an inevitability. Bahamut fought against it, but his body moved. Lifting into the air unnaturally and twisting until his feet were under him. Then he settled down rather plainly. "Runic magic and a little of my own." Zeng breathed out a sigh and smiled. "As I said, Loxa learned from me, and I learned some from her. Watching yo with those pair made me... Excited, curious. Couldn't join in with her around, but now..." The dragon's exceptionally long body twisted around behind Bahamut. He drew a breath, ready to bellow again, but a tap to his nose, "Silence." Made his jaws snap shut. "I do want to hear noises you make, but I can't have you ruining my lair, my shining prize."
Zeng tucked closer to Bahamut and the dragon felt something like a plump sheath grinding into him. Realization slowly dawned that, if Loxa could steal the manhood from one dragon, she might have done so with this other one. Now that Zeng was beyond her influence, and empowered once again? Bahamut's rear clenched in agonized anticipation.
"Oh it has been so long since I've gotten to..." Zeng trailed off as his body slithered and shifted. Casually letting a foreclaw rest on Bahamut's back as he reached down. Idly petting his sheath, coaxing out a rather plump, barbed tip. "Enjoy myself." Tongue, forked tongue slid over his lips as the dragon hissed. Bahamut clenched his eyes, expecting to feel the tip nudging his rear. Yet, unexpectedly, it eased past his own purse and nudged at his slit. "Always did favor this hole more myself..." Zeng ran his tongue over his fingers and reached down. Bahamut felt the male doing something, rubbing his saliva over his own tip.
Then came the penetration. A slow, careful push. Bahamut's mind raced and body heaved, but muscles were still weak. Shuddering against the magical bonds that had been painted onto him. His nostrils flared as the male's blunt, rounded tip pushed into his male slit and up deeper. A sighed, "There we go," washed over his neck. "Pretty tight, but we can fix that can't we?" Zeng chuckled as his hips rocked, slowly at first. Feeding his cock deeper and deeper, nudging against Bahamut's own tender length.
With his length firmly within Bahamut, and the platinum dragon standing firm on all fours, Zeng shifted. His impossibly long form curled about Bahamut like some great snake. Looping back and forth on him, surrounding him, and aiding as the dragon pushed deeper. Bahamut grunted, whined, those noises freely spilling past the magical constraint put in place. He tried to say something, but the runes blocked the words, only allowing a gasp as barbs brushed over his cock. He tried to throw his head and whine in distress. The noise pouring out before he grunted when the dragon buried his cock firmly within Bahamut's slit.
"Ahhhh," Zeng gasped out a purr, "been so long since I've been buried in another dragon's pussy. It almost feels right." A chuckle, "Almost." Then he began to thrust in earnest. Precum spilling into the slit, flesh starting to stretch and flex around the invading length. Cocks battled, sliding over and around each other. Yet each time Bahamut's began to try and push out, Zeng's would batter it back into place. Bahamut grunted, panted, and felt how the other male was almost, but not quiet, pushing between and against his sac. The pressure slowly abated, fading the more that Zeng's body rocked against his. Bahamut's cheeks colored and he groaned low in his throat. He could feel his own cock throbbing inside him, adding precum to the thrusts. Within a few seconds, mere thrusts from the dragon, and slick noises began to fill the air around them.
Zeng's tongue ran over his neck, "Oh someone is liking that. Why don't I just..." Claws raked down Bahamut's sides, throwing sparks off the once-immaculate scales. They dug into his hide and Zeng began to put more into each thrust. He used his long form, muscles rolling around Bahamut like an ocean's waves. Each one started at Zeng's head, traveled down his full body, before crashing against their union. Plump sheath pulling back as it hammered into the slit. It was torture in a way, because he could feel each thrust coming, track as it rippled down, then clenched as the cock buried so deep into him. Hammering his length, loosening his slit, and making him shudder and pant.
Then came multiple waves. Faster, harder, crashing against his body with a ferocity that had Bahamut's eyes rolling back in his head. More precum, excitement building as he whined and panted. It wasn't long before his body began to heat up and that pressure in his slit faded. Zeng's full length flying in and out of his form now. Blunt tip battering so deep inside of the draconic slit, his balls clapping off thighs and belly. Claws danced around his hips and under him, touching his slit and drawing a gasp from Bahamut. "Would you look at this lovely new pearl I have to play with." The tone was light, playful, and the touch of his claws sent shivers through Bahamut. Zeng's finger dancing back and forth, playing with a nub at the leading edge of Bahamut's slit. A low, growling laugh, "Loxa the man eater. What an apt title and fascinating spell." Teeth brushed his neck, a"You are going to make a very good dragoness."
Realization dawned as the teeth clamped down on his neck. Zeng's body crashing against his, barely moving now. Bahamut threw his head around as much as he could. Voicing something that bordered between distress and bliss. His insides clenching around the invading cock. Feeling how the dragon behind him was pressed so deep. A thick bulge growing thicker, heavier. Making his heated insides clench and clamp as the runes and markings on his belly began to pulse with a pink light.
Bahamut had his first climax as a dragoness mere seconds before Zeng's knot caught. Thighs shook and body thrashed against the bonds as Bahamut squeaked out a roar. Teeth dug into his neck as Zeng threw himself forward. Tip battering the wall of Bahamut's newly formed temple. Pressing tight before thick, heavy seed began to fill him. Furred balls clapping off his backside, tail wrapped tight around his. Clenching, throbbing, filling him with that draconic essence and leaving him shuddering. Eyes rolling back as everything just overwhelmed him and Bahamut passed out.
As consciousness faded, he heard a little chuckle, "I am going to enjoy this, Treasure."
Bahamut lay on his side, groaning quietly. He was alone in the garden. Had it been days since the other dragon brought them here? Weeks? The days blurred into each other. Zeng having said he needed to see to his territory and attend to some business. His... Her? It was hard to tell now. Her limbs felt sluggish, heavy, but there was more strength there than there had been before. Eyes turned to her own body. There were more markings. Some runes, strange symbols she couldn’t read, but then there was common. Demeaning labels that Zeng had taken great joy in painting on her. Slut, whore, egg factory, knot lover, and other such terms. Bahamut took to walking around the area, checking for whatever she could find. Her wings had been bound with magic, pinned tight to her back. Talons trimmed into neat, rounded stubs. Couldn't fly, couldn't climb, but there were options. At the very least, she would escape the other dragon's rutting for a time.
Or so she thought.
As she was padding around, she felt something brush over her slit. Spinning around, she saw nothing. Then felt it again. A nudge, a stroke, and warmth bloomed through her loins. Gasping, she turned around and stuck her head under her leg. There was nothing there, no one touching her invisible or otherwise. Yet, the touch came again and she watched as her pussy spread open. More runes flaring on her outer lips. Then the now too-familiar feel of Zeng's cock pushing into her. She could just barley glance the flesh as it just appeared within her body. Spreading her wide, expelling more juices from her core.
His voice purred into her mind, "I hope you don't mind, Treasure. This meeting is going so boring. So I'm using a little portal magic to keep myself occupied." A thrust almost knocked the breath from her, "Mmm, nice and tight still. Maybe I'll allow my brethren a taste." There was a pause, another thrust as the barbs raked her insides, "Or maybe I'll keep you all to myself." Dropping to her side, Bahamut kept her leg lifted, watching with a strange fascination as the cock pumped at her. Appearing just inside her lips, then vanishing as it pulled back. Leaving nothing but a splattering of her juices and that stretching of her folds. Breath came faster as his pace picked up. Her mind racing and filling in details. Imagining him on top of her, whispering things into her ear as his hips clapped off hers...
Trimmed nails slid on either side of her pussy. Feeling how the lips were starting to stretch. She let out a little huff and felt a shiver race down her spine. A little touch, exploring herself, then around to play with her clit. Watching how it grew as her excitement did. Fingers brushed over the button and she gasped. Insides clenching, fluttering, grabbing at the male as he pounded into her at a casual pace. A realization rolled down her spine even as his barbs struck something within her.
Was she starting to enjoy this?
"I return!" Zeng bellowed.
"Welcome home!" came the rather pleasant purr as the platinum dragoness strode forward. Her egg-heavy belly almost dragging the ground. Gone was that purposeful, haughty and proud figure. In its place was a dragon that had been broken and remade. A smile on her features as she bowed before the other male. More than ready to tend to his needs, whatever they might be.
Zeng smirked. It had taken weeks to break the dragon. He stepped forward and felt her tongue brush over his sheath. Breathing out a sigh as he rolled his head. Time well spent, if you asked him. Time well spent.
"Like you mean it," he breathed as he pushed down. Feeling her drive forward until his tip wedged I to her throat with a soft gag. "Good Treasure."