The Better Choice
Story by AstroSecant on SoFurry
I will never stop finding ways for humans to be dominated and fucked by dragons. NEVER.
OBLIGATORY CONTENT WARNING: This story contains sexual acts between two males, mind control, slavery, rough sex, size difference, and a real witch with a capital B.
He knew the day was coming. He just hoped he’d know how to avoid it when it came.
Pietro solemnly climbed the steps to the palace, his expression grim and resigned. Two beastman guards flanked him, making sure he didn’t deviate from the path; he wasn’t actively restrained, but he might as well have been for all the choice he had. The day’s weather was cloudy and gray, matching his mood. He wondered if lightning might strike down and knock him dead before he had to face the music. His luck likely wouldn’t hold out that long, though.
It had been three years since Queen Imidane had taken the throne, and the consensus among most everyone was that it hadn’t been a good change of pace. She was cold and callous, not like the previous monarchs, and she proved relentless in the pursuit of anything she wanted. If she didn’t get her way, those who denied her paid. From the standpoint of keeping the kingdom safe and prosperous, there were few complaints - she had little interest in taking in money or enacting onerous laws, and she kept one of the more fearsome armies in the lands - but few felt any comfort in appealing to her when the notion of trouble arose. It was considered far better to have her eyes away from you than on you.
And Pietro’s problem was that she had her eye on him.
He didn’t know when she’d first noticed him. He’d never approached her, and only really saw her in public functions in the city. But at some point he had caught her eye involuntarily, and that was when it all started. Imidane wasn’t married, and she wanted to be; she wanted children more than anything, an heir to carry on her legacy. And apparently Pietro had qualities she wanted in her children...what those were, he wasn’t sure, but apparently it was something she couldn’t find in another royal. That made him her prime target...for the last year, he’d been receiving messages from her, summons that he’d been trying to get out of, proposals and vague threats, day after day, all promising that a day of judgment would soon be upon him. Now that day had come, and he couldn’t evade it anymore...he was going to have to face her, and no doubt she would demand his acquiescence or suffer the consequences.
He dreaded the confrontation, because he had no intention of marrying her. In the first place, he was not one to enjoy the comforts of women, preferring the company of males instead; such things were tolerated if not fully accepted, but he doubted that would be looked upon sympathetically by her. Even with this condition, he might have considered consorting with a royal just to avoid the penalties; however, he found Imidane so utterly repellent that he couldn’t stand to be around her, much less lay with her. What she might have in mind for his rejection...well, she wouldn’t kill him, but she might make him wish he was dead.
Through the castle doors and the halls, on the way to the throne room. It was a cold and bare place, very unlike most royal palaces; Imidane cared nothing for art, and she had sold off most of what she called “frivolities” to other kingdoms shortly after her rise to power. The sight of the bare walls was fairly off-putting, which Pietro suspected was intentional; anyone who was visiting from afar to see her would see a place like this and know she was as cold and unfeeling as the environment she kept, and know that she would tolerate no nonsense. He supposed she was entitled to the attitude she had, but how she was supposed to keep a romantic partner without a hint of romance in her body or residence, he had no clue.
The doors to the throne room were opened as they approached, and the stark figure of the queen appeared in his vision. Her expression was as severe as always as she sat stiffly in her throne, waiting for him. Did she know what Pietro was thinking, what he was planning to say? Surely she had to suspect something...his lack of eager response to her had to be pretty telling. And she must have had something prepared, one last gambit to try to get her way before she gave up and moved on. That had him worried, but it wasn’t like there was anything he could do about it at this point. So he stood in front of her, waiting to be addressed. It felt like an uncomfortably long time before she finally spoke.
“Pietro Armuch. You know why you’re here.” It almost sounded like a command from her.
“I do, my queen.” The words sounded disingenuous coming from him. Respect was still intended, but few felt any communality with her, certainly not him.
“Then you won’t hesitate to provide an answer. I want you to be my husband and provide me heirs. What say you to this?”
“I will not, my queen.”
Her expression didn’t waver; she must have been practicing. Few said no to her, knowing what she would be willing to do to them; he knew he wasn’t leaving here the same way he’d entered, if at all. “You would refuse your queen? Knowing you would gain from accepting such a proposal? Why?”
He knew no answer would satisfy her, but not answering would be even worse. The best hope he had was to not make the reason a judgment on her, even though his reasons very much were. “I...simply do not have passions for women in that way. I would be unable to satisfy your desires and likely could not perform the...duties required of the position.” So stiff and formal, he sounded a little like her, but maybe that would sway her a bit.
No such luck. “You insist on this, knowing that I could find ways to make it happen anyway?”
“I do insist, my queen.”
She was quiet for a moment, and he could sense her dissatisfaction. “I’ll give you a choice, then. Ravalt, come in here.”
Pietro’s eyes widened as a large figure entered from behind the throne. A draconian knight...rare were the kingdoms that had any of them among their ranks, but Imidane had several, as well as many other non-humans, enough that rumors swirled that there were few actual humans within the military. Ravalt was fairly well-known, being considered the queen’s favored knight, and it was easy to see why - he towered over any human, armored or not, wielded impressive magical weapons and commanded fierce spells as was a draconian’s birthright, and had the ferocity to send entire armies fleeing. Though he was warmer to people than his superior, he was nonetheless fiercely dedicated to his service and did not allow dalliances of the law on his watch. His presence was doubtless to intimidate Pietro into accepting her demands...just how that was, though, was about to shock him.
“Your choice is this. You wed me, and enjoy the finest the kingdom can offer you, in exchange for bringing me children...or I bind you to Ravalt’s will for good. You will be nothing but a lowly slave for him, something to use and abuse, and your will will not be your own but his. You will get to spend the rest of your days regretting your refusal of me and the life you could have had...now, do you truly wish to tell me you would take this fate over betrothal to me?”
Dear lord...if there was any question what being Ravalt’s slave would entail, it wasn’t with him. The draconian’s tastes leaned towards his own; in fact, such a thing was common amongst the non-humans in the military, there was much talk about the lewd and depraved things they did on their own time. To say he hadn’t had curiosities about a personal experience to confirm such things would have been a bald lie, but he wouldn’t have wanted it like this. Yet...performing for the dragon still felt like something he could possibly do. At least he was male, and Pietro liked him somewhat better than the queen. There would be no going back from his fate if he refused her, but it was unlikely he could go back if he accepted her, either...it was a damnable decision, but in his heart he already knew the better choice.
“I’m sorry, my queen, but I cannot do what you wish of me.”
“So be it.” She stood, and her eyes glittered for a brief moment before a surge of energy erupted from her. Even now she seemed dispassionate, though the ferocity of the magic suggested otherwise. His body jerked as he felt something flowing through him, out of him, pulled towards Ravalt, who stood seemingly unperturbed near his queen. Nothing tangible was being done to him, but by the time the energy faded, he knew that he’d been altered; he felt a draw, a pull that couldn’t be satisfied, towards the scaled knight, a need to serve and submit that hadn’t been there before. And it would never go away...he knew he would do as he wished, when he wished.
“You have chosen poorly. It seems you weren’t suitable after all. Such poor decision-making would be entirely unwelcome in any heir of mine...but I’m sure you will serve Ravalt well, and serve as an example of what not to do to the next prospect.” She looked over at Ravalt with a dark glare, the first real rise out of her. “Get him of my sight, I’m done with him.”
“As you wish. Come, bitch.” The dragon stepped down from the throne and started walking through a door in the back of the room. Pietro dutifully followed behind; the prospect of refusing wasn’t even allowed to enter his head, there was something that felt like an itch in the back of his mind that could not be satisfied with anything other than compliance. He had a feeling he’d get to know that sensation very well in time…
Through the winding hallways Pietro was led, what started straightforwardly led almost to a labyrinth that he could scarcely follow. Was it an illusion, a way for the magic to keep him from envisioning escape? Or was there a magic that made the space larger than it usually was, created the maze of space that seemed larger than the castle could possibly be? He wasn’t sure, and wasn’t sure it mattered much for him.
Ravalt didn’t speak to him as he guided Pietro through, didn’t even look at him. But he was sure he could feel the dragon’s will pulling him, affecting him in ways he wasn’t sure he could even imagine. What he would be doing for the dragon...well, he had suspicions about what it would entail, but no certainty. Perhaps Ravalt could imagine more than he could…
Finally they emerged into a courtyard, a sunny spot with several stone buildings surrounding it. Several other beastman guards were idling around, with only a couple of looks his way...though they were knowing looks, like they knew the magic that was binding him to Ravalt. Perhaps they did...there weren’t any other humans around, so his being here had to mean something specific to them. He still wasn’t sure whether it was going to be trouble or not...well, it was going to have some effect on him either way, hopefully not one that would make him regret his choice. As of yet, he was still sure that this was better than getting hooked with the queen.
They entered one of the buildings, and Ravalt led him to a rather spacious personal quarters...it was Ravalt’s quarters, without question, he could smell the dragon all over the place. It took him a bit to realize that he knew the dragon’s smell...despite never having really smelled it before. Something in his mind was absolutely certain that it was that. Before he could question it, Ravalt had turned, and was looking down at him.
“Disrobe.”
It felt like a sudden itch in his brain, like before except much stronger, the command bit and gnawed at him immediately upon his recognition of it. Never before had he felt such a compulsion, a need to act on something that was being said to him...what a powerful spell, to control him so effectively. Only when he acted did he feel the itch start to decrease. Ravalt watched him as he removed his shoes and socks, kicking them into a pile next to his feet. His overshirt and undershirt were next, baring his chest to the dragon, thin but lightly toned, evidence of a life of hard work and effort, though not an emphasis on physical development. He was mostly hairless there, except for a trail between his navel and his groin; the only other things of note were small scars in the center and side, remnants of old wounds that had left their impacts on him.
Finally, Pietro dropped his pants and underwear in one fell swoop, leaving himself nude before Ravalt. Only then did the compulsion in his mind ease up, calming him down...in fact, he felt a sense of pleasure and relief at the obedience, a bit of a surprise to him given that it was from the queen’s magic. Had she not wanted him to suffer? But powerful emotion could break magic...perhaps the positive feelings were there to make sure it would be much harder to escape…
It was enough of a distraction for him to not notice that Ravalt had moved, and only when he felt something encircle his neck did he realize that something else was going on. His fingers ran along the band of metal, adorned with some kind of studding...he couldn’t see what it was, but it felt smooth and rounded, perhaps some kind of stone. There was some kind of aura radiating from it, he could feel it working on his mind, but had no idea what it was. He looked to Ravalt, feeling a slight chill down his back at the dragon’s gaze.
“You will not wear anything, ever, except that collar, unless I allow it.” Not unexpected, he rather suspected that would be the case at that point… “The collar is special, allowing a transference of my will. As long as you wear it, anything I would allow from anyone I would allow will act on you, as if it was my own order. If another of the guards would wish to have you, you will obey them as readily as myself.”
It wasn’t a command, just an explanation...Pietro could feel it, it was like his mind was embedding it into his memory so that he would never forget. It wasn’t creating a compulsion like the other words, but it was sticking all the same...maybe that was just how it would be from now on. He nodded in understanding, there was no point in fighting it and he figured it was easier to just accept it.
“Good...you obey well. You will learn quickly that doing so will be to your benefit. I am very harsh to those who disobey...but those who are quick to follow my orders are rewarded. Refuse me and fight me, and what I do to you will bring the worst pain and anguish you can imagine, an endless torment from which there is no escape...but follow my command and do what I wish, and those same acts will give you nothing but pleasure. Do you understand?”
Pietro nodded, not entirely sure he was being honest. He’d feel differently based on whether he followed directions or not? That seemed like something that couldn’t be the case...but, he didn’t know the magic, perhaps that was its effect. Either way, he wasn’t in any hurry to test the negative half of the equation…
His eyes watched in awe as Ravalt began to remove his armor. Arm and leg guards were cast aside, showing the rest of the bulging muscles in the scaly limbs. Each one looked like two of Pietro’s...he wasn’t a small human but the beastmen were known to be fairly massive, and dragons like Ravalt were among the largest. His chest was no less impressive, bearing a form that even the most ideal chiseled statue would be hard-pressed to match. It was turning Pietro on...he’d never really desired beastmen before, but he supposed that that was all he would desire now, and this wasn’t a bad male to have desires for, he could tell.
The rest of the armor around the dragon’s legs soon joined the heap on the floor, and Pietro could see something quite large rising out of the slit...it was an exotic shape, pointed at the tip, ridged along the body, with a ring near the end that was wider and looked to be studded with something, and a bulge near the base that slowly swelled out. Its size was incredible...three of his own wouldn’t have matched the length of it, nor the girth. Immense, yet somehow appearing a good fit on a creature his size...how Pietro was supposed to pleasure it, he had no idea, it seemed beyond reason. But he felt oddly certain that he would have to, and that he would be made to do so...could Ravalt order him to be capable of taking it, would the magic force his body to accommodate such a beast?
He would find out, but not immediately. Ravalt sat back on his bed, tail thumping against the bedclothes, legs spreading and beckoning Pietro. “Pleasure me with your mouth and hands, slave.”
There was that itch again...Pietro let it guide him, his legs propelling him forward rather quickly. In ten paces he was between Ravalt’s legs, the size of the dragon enough that he had to stand upright to reach him. He’d pleasured males before, but none that were so large...but the same principles applied, he just had to be more creative. He rubbed his hands along the girth of the dragon’s cock as his tongue darted out, licking first along the tip before traveling down the pointed head. A strong taste was infecting his senses, digging in deep and refusing to let go even when he pulled back, harsh, dry, masculine, reptilian...an exotic flavor that he was finding unexpectedly delicious. Nothing like a human male, though its potency was such that it was almost making him forget that taste…
The itch had left once he’d started, but he’d willingly taken over from there. His hands worked along the shaft, fingers rubbing in the grooves between the ridges, occasionally working down to the fat knot and kneading the bulges vigorously. His mouth remained occupied with the tip; he had no confidence that he could truly take it inside him, not at the size it was at, but Ravalt wasn’t forcing him to, and as long as that remained the case he could work it his own way. He kept licking over the very end, along the slit that released thick, heady precum, down to the ring of small plates that seemed to flex and spread, something that would rub against his interior incessantly, he was certain...he was able to lick under them and between them, touching them in ways that they probably were rarely able to be touched under normal acts. Approving growls, rumbles, and sighs rang from from the dragon above him, and he could feel the pulsing of the cock accelerate as Ravalt’s heart beat harder and faster.
It was an odd sense of pride...he was doing it right, he was obeying the dragon and giving him what he wanted, and that was making him feel strangely better. Slowly his stroking became more adventurous, and his mouth less reluctant, trying to bring pleasure to the dragon as he was supposed to, with little care for his own pride or inhibitions. Slowly he started feeling pleasure build in his own body, cock erecting and tingling...he couldn’t believe he was getting lustful for Ravalt, was that part of the magic as well? He didn’t mind if it was, it would make this all the easier.
He barely noticed Ravalt’s growing intensity until he felt a clawed hand on the back of his head...the dragon was swaying, almost humping but not quite, still pushing in enough to test Pietro’s limits. The throb in his cock was growing steadily more intense, and he only just in time realized what was coming. The tip was wedged into his mouth, the hand on his head preventing any retreat, and he closed his eyes as he felt a burst of sticky, slimy dragon seed fill his oral cavity. The taste was incredibly strong, muskier and harsher than the taste of the dragon’s shaft, even more desirable yet almost too strong, but he knew he was supposed to take it in, even without a command he could feel that that was what Ravalt wanted of him, and so he obeyed the unspoken command, trying to swallow as much as he could, the motion a bit difficult with how stretched his jaw was. He couldn’t keep up, the beast was far too productive, plenty of it escaped his mouth and dribbled down his length, but there was so much going in still, constantly pouring down his throat as he tried not to drown in it. His hands never left their position, continuing to stroke even as they got covered with fluid, milking Ravalt continuously until there was nothing left for him to give...well, nothing left for that round, at least.
He didn’t detach until Ravalt pulled him off, letting his mouth rest again, a bit of relief even if he hadn’t found that act that bad. He was well aware of the change in him...he felt far more relaxed, content than he had been to start, a lot less tense or uncertain. And probably a lot more likely to do what Ravalt wanted. The dragon looked pretty pleased with him, a toothy grin of approval bearing down on him. “Well done, bitch...now you see what I mean. Obedience will bring you happiness. Now turn and present yourself for me, I will take what I want from your ass.”
Pietro didn’t even nod in affirmation, he just obeyed, turning and settling in on all fours on the floor. A spike of pleasure ran through him once he was down...like his body was priming him for the act that was to come. He could hear the form of the dragon lifting from the bed and stepping up behind him, over him, bearing down on him...a shiver spiked his spine as he felt the hands grip him, hold him in place. That messy dick was rubbing up against his hole, getting ready to intrude in...it was not a gentle motion, he knew Ravalt would be nothing but rough with him, with his bitch...and he was almost welcoming it. What a change from before…
A deep growl was the only warning he got, before the dragon shoved in, pulling Pietro back to help meet his force. It was a harrowing insertion, stretching his body wider than he thought possible, making his eyes bug out...but as intense as it was, it was also fantastic, a delight he had never experienced before from such an act. His voice was alight with ecstasy, a wavering note overshadowed by the rumbling growl from Ravalt. The dragon seemed to be totally into it as well...well, that was to be expected, he was the one calling all the shots.
Ravalt held still for a good while, letting Pietro bathe in the pleasure for a bit before taking charge again. He dragged his thick cock out, then hammered back in, hard as he could...it almost made the human’s eyes roll back into his head, the feelings were crazy, he should have been in agony but it was the complete opposite. His mind begged for more, pleaded to be showered in such feelings as much as they could...he did everything he could to pleasure Ravalt actively, trying to make the dragon happier and serve him best he could, knowing that that would give him more pleasure than ever. And Ravalt responded by going harder on him than before, driving deeper into him and pushing his body to greater heights. The feeling of the ridges against his insides, the plated ring that scoured along his walls and stroked his prostate so effectively, the tip driving so deep he could swear it was trying to show outside his body...he’d never known such pleasure before in his life, and never would have dared imagine it be delivered by this means.
His orgasm overtook him rather rapidly, making him arch his back and push back into the dragon with what little energy he could muster, as he released his essence onto the floor below him. His fingers curled along the floor, trying to grip something and finding nothing, his cry getting loud enough to match the snorts and rumbles from Ravalt…and the dragon didn’t cease for a moment, pounding him all the way through, taking advantage of the added tightness in his rear to get even more out of it himself. He was well aware what he was doing to the human, enjoying seeing the explosions of delight coursing through him while he got his rocks off...it wasn’t quite that intense for him, but he was getting plenty out of it himself, enjoying the incredibly tight grip around his cock that rubbed him just the right way. It was so much more fun to cut loose like this, rather than have to treat the bitches with kid gloves.
He could only make it last so long, himself, but he was eager for the finale. The fat bulge at the base of his cock was starting to drive up hard against that hole, trying to force it open around him…he could hear Pietro’s cries getting louder as his body started to give, letting his knot make more and more progress. Finally, with a fearsome shove, he broke through, slamming in it fully and locking him tight inside the human. Now his roar was deafeningly loud, rattling the objects in the room as he spewed his dragoncum deep into his new slave, riding out a wild climax the only proper way one could. Each pump was as much if not more than the human had produced in his entire orgasm, rapidly occupying all the space it could find within him and making him shudder in unmitigated glee.
Pietro could hardly believe it felt so good...being filled by his new master, the one who would give him such wonderful experiences, he loved it from start to finish, with every fiber of his being. He’d been well and truly conquered but no part of him minded it, if it was this good every time then he’d be more than happy to obey. He soaked in the monumental afterglow, his body slowly getting packed to the brim with draconic seed, until he felt he might burst from it. The thick knot kept the offering all inside him, not a drop leaking out...he didn’t want it to go until it absolutely had to.
Ravalt stroked his head, pleased with the performance. “Good, good...you’re an excellent fuck, my little slave. You’ll get many more chances to enjoy me, if you obey...and the others will provide you with their own pleasures as well, you will get to know them all intimately. You will serve them, but I will ensure that they do not cross any lines I do not allow. I don’t intend to let you be harmed by any of them, such actions do not become us. Keep them happy, and you will be happy yourself…”
Pietro nodded, weary but still feeling the buzz of pleasure all through his body. Perhaps he was a slave to beasts now, but Ravalt seemed to at least give a damn about his well-being. And when comparing enslavement to a dragon that cared versus being shackled to a cold witch that didn’t...well, it was pretty clear he had made the better choice.