I gaze down at my conquest. Eyes pulsing with hypnotic rings, lost deep in the fuzzy trance brought on by the special visor he wore. A kaleidoscope of shifting patterns swirled on the semi-opaque screen. Their job of stealing any semblance of thought, long since finished. The poor, young, dragon boy was a drooling mess. Frills limp; tongue hanging loosely from his gaping maw, and his tail weakly splayed out under me. The tip of my dick rested against the base of said tail. His hole dripped a long wet trail of my seed. Being a donkey, I knew the boy was likely filled to the brim with my cum. His crotch was drenched in equine jizz enough as it was. Just the thought sends shivers down my spine. I shift, looming over my newly broken toy. His soft coos and moans get a bit louder as my flared shaft presses against his ring once more. “Dah-daaadddy? Mmmmfff. Daddy pleeaaase.” His dreamy giggles and slurred words couldn't help but bring a smile to my face, and a twitch through my cock. If my boy wanted more. Then he surely would have it. I watch his dumb, entranced smile get wider as he feels my dick pop back into his hole. Our moans united in a passion that few could rival. Closing my eyes, I feel the tight warmth of his rosebud swallowing me deeper and deeper. As I hilt into the quickly relaxing tailhole my mind gets lost in the events that brought me here. The worn chair squeaked as I rocked. The leather padding was scuffed and well-formed to the shape of my body. The summer was raging on, and the day was just beginning. Once, when I was a younger colt, I would've taken advantage of the day. Running, heading to the beach, going out to day drink with friends. However now, with my 56th birthday looming. No, now I was much more content to rock on my porch and enjoy the heat. A squeal of childish glee broke the quiet morning. Next door, a family of dragons was moving in. An imposing, tower of a man was unloading the various pieces of furniture and appliances. His minty green scales glistened in the sun as he worked bare-chested. Sweat dripping down his form in the unforgiving summer heat. I could feel my sheath swell. He might've been a touch younger than I; however, he looked immaculate. Muscles tight, scales bright, and a smile that couldn't help but bring about my own. An Adonis, truly. Behind him, eyes glued to a phone, and obvious to her surroundings, sat whom I could only assume was his daughter. Likely just shy of 20, her scales were a creamy white. Lithe form. Yet, with a sizable bust and an ass that stretched out the tight leggings that clung to her legs. Her scales stood in stark contrast to the deep shades of black that she wore. Hiding in the shade of a proud sycamore, gliding slowly on the swing that had been nailed into the tree so long ago. A squeal rings out once more as a little green blur sprints out of the back of the moving truck. The smallest dragon, seemingly a bundle of infinite energy. His scales were like his father's. A soft minty green, while at his neck began a stripe of soft cream. I wondered how far down those scales went; I was eager to find out. My sheath twitched again at the sight of the boy. My legs spread with a groan as I leaned into my rocking chair. I had always felt the taboo attraction to cubs. I knew it was wrong. However, watching this boy run around and enjoy his innocence. It woke something dark in me. Mental images of the young hatchling in various compromising positions with me emerged. Cheeks bloated out as his small muzzle tried to accommodate my dick; the pert, virgin ring winking at me; watching it slowly stretch open for the first time. How cute his mewls and groans of pained pleasure would be. A sing-song voice dragged me back to reality and away from my perverted desires. “Hiya Mister! My name is Emile! How about you, sir!? You're tall, my daddy says all donkeys and horses are really tall. What's the difference between donkeys and horsies anyway? What about Zebras? My teacher last year was a Zebra, He…” I gave the boy a warm smile. He was so hyper, so worked up. I couldn't help but find it adorable. So eager to make a new friend, so oblivious to the danger that I presented. The twisted images returned in full force. I could feel my heavy tip peeking from my sheath once more as I simply nodded along with his prattling. On the outside, Karl sat and obliged the boy; yet inside, the beast yearned. Hungered to take the boy. To ruin him, take whatever innocence remained and taint it. The thoughts haunted me. Yet, they had an almost direct line to my cock. After a few minutes of Emile entertaining me with stories of his fourth-grade class, his father appeared at the base of my steps. A hearty baritone laugh warmed my ears. He easily scooped up the hatchling, who let out a giggly squeal. Uselessly, he tried to resist the larger dragon. “Hello, there neighbor! My name is Ventor. I see you've met Emile.” His tail playfully reached around and poked the cub on the nose. Eliciting another round of giggles. “The grumpy gus hiding out in the shade of the big tree is my daughter, Violà. We're not usually this loud and obnoxious, I assure you. Sooomeone…” His tail poking the pup again as the father's warm honey laugh echoed out again, “…had one tonic too many it seems on the drive up from Boston.” Again the hatchling squirmed, this time managing to escape and crawl up his father, grunting and growling, using the larger male's head spikes as handholds while he play bites and nibbles at his father's fins and frills. It took just a moment and a few loops of the dragon's long, powerful tail to subdue the cub once more. I couldn't help but match Ventor's laughs. “Well! Quite the clan you have my friend. I'm Karl. Welcome to Vermont! What made you all leave Massachusetts? Ditching such a big city for a sleepy little town like this? Must be a culture shock for the hatchies.” Ventor set Emile down, who almost immediately sprinted away on whatever new adventure his imagination plotted out for him. I gestured to the rocking chair opposite my own, the large reptile sat, and let out a sigh of relief. “Ahh, the bench seat of that truck was killing my rump. Had to sit on my tail most of the way. It was a nightmare. As far as why. Well. Last year, their mother passed. Terrible sickness. It was hard watching her get worse. Emile hasn't really said much about it. However, I know it's killing Violá whether she'll admit it or not. These kids have been through a lot, and the other children can be so cruel. I thought it would be best to come out here and get a fresh start. My wife grew up out here, and a lot of her family is in the next town over.” He looked down at his paws for a moment. Almost as if tracing the lines on his hands. “But! We're making the best of things and Emile is bouncing back. He's getting his energy and playfulness back, as you could see. The journey has been long, but we're healing. You know?” I smiled and patted his shoulder. My wispy tail flicked below me as memories came flooding back. “My husband died while we were young.” I shook my head. The pain coming back and becoming real once more. “We went out to a concert. Two, happy-go-lucky guys, just reached our 30s. We had been together for almost 11 years. High-school sweethearts and indestructible. At least, we thought so, anyway. It was late, well past midnight. Stupidly, I was driving us back home. We had been drinking. I shouldn't have been driving. We should've just gotten a room for the night like he wanted to. Hit a patch of black ice and…” My voice faltered, and I felt his tail curl around my shoulders. “It's alright friend. Perhaps we can help each other through the tough times.” A smile spread on my lips as I stretched. Sneakily wiping away the tears that were threatening to fall. “Ah, I'm old now, buddy. While I miss Jazz, those wounds are mostly healed. However, anytime you need someone to talk to. Well. My door is always open for you all.” The dragon pulled me into a hug. His scent lingered in my nose. A delightful mix of smoke, peppermint, and a hint of musk. Emile called out for his father. Running up and tugging at his tail. That's all it took for the emotions to wash away and the lust to creep back in. Shuddering as the thought of taking the boy returned. Images of myself and his father expending our lusts on his young body made me bite my lip. I'd need a long session alone once these folks left. The movies long hidden away. I shuddered again as I thought of my favourite scene. A little doberman pup sinking down on an equine cock much too big for him. How his face looked as he fought the pain. His little moans. I could feel a wet spot forming on my trousers. My cock was slowly slipping free. With a wave goodbye, Ventor went back to his work of unloading his family's belongings. I slinked back inside. Setting down onto the worn sofa. My clothes were off, almost immediately. My member was throbbing, 10 inches of donkey cock. I was proud of my dick. Much thicker than most equines my size. I ran a paw down my length as I put my video on. The mewls and whines of the little puppy echo out. Even with the slow strokes, my tip was already beginning to flare. I bite my lip. Letting my paws fall to my sides and just watching the movie. Groaning as the cub bounced on that big cock. My eyes closed and the view shifted. I found the little hatchling in the dog's place. Moaning out as my fat cock opened him up. My paws found my shaft again as I just imagined him bouncing in my lap. It only took a few more strokes before I howled out. The orgasm was intense. Soaking my chest and belly as I shivered and sat in the afterglow. I had to have him. The doorbell rang, and my breath caught as I rushed to answer the door. My package was finally here. I tipped the delivery man, and hastily tucked the large box inside. Here it was. I saw the design online. A purportedly, programmable, hypnotic visor. While not the most tech-savvy. I did know my way around a soldering iron and simple coding. I spent weeks working on the code that the creator emailed to me. All my hard work was soon to pay off. I lifted the light glass visor. With overly careful movements, I installed it into the head base. My breath caught in anticipation and with a flick; the screen lit up with swirls of colors and rings. My body stiffened as I found myself drawn to it. Muzzle opened slightly, and I could feel the warm fog coming over my mind. The rings were beautiful. Staring deeper into them felt good. It was good to stare. To relax. Shaking my head, I turned the program off. Gasping and shaking in awe before letting out a triumphant laugh. I wasn't even wearing the visor, and it almost sunk me to my knees. Lifting it, I disconnected the various wires and leads. It was ready. Perhaps eventually I would try it for myself. Set a timed program and enjoy the mindless bliss. However now, as the phone predictably rang. I knew I had another target in mind. My knuckles rapped along the door to Ventor's place. It took, but a moment before the large dragon opened up the door. His head frill perked up, and his eyes ringed with stress. He shook my hand as I stepped through the threshold, hooves clopping loudly against the cool tile. “Thanks so much for watching Emile on such short notice. My boss just sprung this on me this morning.” The dragon was in a state of panicked half dress. Shirt wrinkled and tilted. Slacks barely clinging on as I laughed. “Relax Ventor. Go get dressed. I had nothing better to do this weekend. Violá won't be here, right? Just the boy and I?” I watched Ventor nod in agreement, and my heart almost skipped a beat. Three whole days alone with the hatchling. My sheath twitched. “Yes sir. Vi is spending the weekend with her boyfriend. Camping or something. I don't know WHY she couldn't bring Emile. Although perhaps it's better if I don't know. In any case, I left some money for food for you guys. Emile has our numbers in case you need us. Please, my friend. If you need anything, I can be on a flight back in no time.” I smiled and adjusted the dragon's shirt, clasping his shoulders and nodding along with him. Ventor and I had grown close in the last two months since he had moved in. Partially because of my feelings towards his boy. Yet. I couldn't help but feel for the older male himself. “Ventor. Please. Your flight leaves in just a couple of hours. Go finish. I've got this. No need to worry, my friend.” His expression softened and he nodded. As he ascended the stairs, he called down to me. “Emie is in his room, I believe. I'm sure he'll be glad to see you!” My smirk darkened as I held the box with my special visor inside. “Oh, I'm certain! Brought him a present.” A scoffed laugh echoed back as I slowly made my way through the living room, setting the gift wrapped box on the table. Then finally towards Emile's bedroom. Just the two of us, for the entire weekend. I could hardly believe it. There he was. Laying on his tummy and playing a video game of some sort. Clad only in a pair of gym shorts. His young bright scales looked so smooth and delicate. I wanted to run my paws along his body. Slowly feel every nook and curve. As my hoof falls catch his ear. The boy turned. A smile quickly spread on his muzzle before he jumped up, running right up and tackling a leg in a tight hug. “Uncle Karl! Daddy says we're gonna spend the weekend together! I can't wait. Can we go to the beach like that one time a few weeks ago? Oooh! Or can we go to um, that one place with all the rides you said you used to work at?” His excitability couldn't help but make me giggle. The boy had an undeniable energy about him. “Pirate's Peak? It's a water park. I mean. I'm fine with it if your father is.” With perfect timing, Ventor returned. The cream shirt tucked nicely away into his deep navy pants. A matching jacket hanging loosely from his shoulders. With a scoop, he lifts his boy. Giving him a kiss on the cheek and a play bite on an ear. “Now Emie, behave for Mister Karl. I don't wanna come back to find the donkey down for the count.” I couldn't help but grin. My balls certainly would be after this weekend. “Aaaaand I suppose if he wanted to. I have no issues with you guys having fun at the park this weekend.” Emie giggled and hugged his dad tighter. The two dragons shared a moment before a car began to honk outside. The older dragon's ears and fins perk before he curses. With a few last goodbyes and a reminder of how to reach him, Ventor was gone. Speeding off towards the airport. My breath caught. It was really happening. Alone. Just Emile and I. I let him go back to his video games. Telling him I had a little work to do. Connecting my phone to the app that came with the visor's software. It wasn't as easily programmable as the design suggested, but with a little prior knowledge and Google's help. It was ready. Just a few tweaks to work out. I bit my tongue as I called out for the boy. My heart was beating fast, and my breath was shallow. Hopefully, this would work. I had never let these feelings and desires out. If something went wrong. I shuddered at the thought. No. Tonight would go without fault. My device was going to work. After a few moments, he walked into the living room. The soft light shone against his scales. The boy was beautiful. Slim and smooth. He would be an almost exact twin of his father one day. I shook myself. It was time. “Hey! Emile. You like games, right? I've been developing a new one. Would you like to try it out for me?” Predictably, the boy went berserk. He had so much energy. It needed to be worked out. “Oooh! What kinda game, Uncle Karl? Sure! I'd love to help you out!” With a smile, I set the visor onto his head. His giggly questions fell on deaf ears. I tightened the straps and locked the device onto his head. It wasn't coming off without me to help. “How's it fit, buddy? Comfortable? Not too tight?” “No Uncle Karl. It feels alright. What kinda game is this? Where is the controller?” I set two joysticks in his paws. Mostly a useless formality. Soon enough, they would be irrelevant. His excited giggles returned as he squirmed on the couch. With a flick of a switch and the tap of a button on my phone, the game comes on. A little Mario clone I mocked up. A wolfman in pink plumber's coveralls ran along the screen before the boy. His eyes went wide at the strange new game. “This is awesome! Thanks, Uncle Karl! My buddy, Joey at school has a VR headset but this is so much better!” I couldn't help but smirk, sitting next to him and watching the diagnostics on my phone. Just eager and ready for the next phase. “Of course, my boy. It's only got a few levels so far, and they might be a tad hard. But a guy like you should breeze through it.” I shift over on the couch. Giving Emile some room. On my phone, I can watch his progress. Quickly, he passes through the first two levels. Looking over, I can see how invested he is. With a flip, I start an altered version of the third level. In the background of the stage, the bland moving sky panorama falls away. In its place, circular rings of yellow, green, blue, and pink gently pulse from the edges to the center. Slowly, over and over. A soft gasp echoes from the boy's mouth. The pull I know would be weak at the start. However, it was only a matter of time. The next few minutes passed by in agony. Slowly watching his form relax and slow. Knowing the weak spirals were making him lose focus on the game. Drawing his attention to them. Paws and fingers become heavy and move slower and slower on the joysticks. In my mind, I could only worry. Should I continue? What if his dad came back. What I was doing wasn't right. Yet. As I looked up. I could see his muzzle parted. Eyes unfocused. Paws weakly gripping the joysticks. That beast that lay dormant during the day woke with a vengeance. It was his paw that started the program in earnest. All the while, he took over my mind. I needed this cub. He was mine. I watched the game melt away. Falling into the endless spiral. Emile let out a very undragon-like whine and a gasp. His body seemed to freeze in its seat. The hypnosis got gradually stronger as I shuffled closer. His voice spoke up. Strained and breaking. “Uh-Uncle Karl… what's? Ahhh. What's going on with the game? Why is it.” He pants softly, still trying to fight these strange new feelings. Trying to ignore the voices in his head. “, Please. Stop?” I pushed next to him, my arm around his shoulder as my other paw gently rubs his chest. Uncle Karl was gone. The only thing left, was the animal that hungered and lusted for his body. “There's nothing wrong, my boy. Just keep playing the silly game and relax. My good little dumb draggie.” “D-dumb draggie? No. Am Emile. Pleasee… ma-make ssss-stoppies…” It was cute watching him struggle. Each word like it took all his effort to push free. Already I could see a few rings pulsing in his eyes. Shifting and fading. He was falling. “I dunno, my dumb draggie wanted to play the game. To relax and be a good dumb boy for daddy. No need to worry, draggie. Just keep playing.” Two soft thuds announce the controllers dropping to the floor as his whines and mewls continue. “D-dumb draggie? Wanna play. Yeah. Game fun bu-but…but no. D-izzzy. Please stop. Uncle Ka…” I leaned in close, my lips right next to his ear. Cutting him off. I had spent the entire day edging or working on these little goggles. I knew I was likely very musky. A scent the boy would soon be well familiar with. “Daddy Karl. No need to worry or think. Dumb draggies just enjoy the silly game. Dumb draggies love being good boys.” He moans and squirms as I get even closer. One of his paws weakly rested on my thigh. “Da-Da-Da. Please. D-dumb draggie don't wanna play? Makes it stops.” His chest seemed to slow. The initial panic and confusion fading. On-screen, I knew the rings and the strange words that flashed on-screen were breaking him down. Turning that mind into the moldable mush that would soon be my personal playground. “But my dumb draggie doesn't really want it to stop. Feels so good to not think. To sink and be daddy's good boy. No need to think.” I pushed down my pants. My cock was rock hard and slapping against my belly. With a grin, I stood. One last push into that trance I know he was soon to sink into. Leaning in and holding my balls barely an inch from his nose. My cock just drooled as it rested on his head. “Good dumb draggies have no need to think. They just giggle and sniff. Just watch the pretty colours and sniff. Listen to daddy and sniff.” He leaned in. A feat I was surprised he could manage yet, a fatal mistake that I knew would seal his fate. Perhaps the boy wanted it after all. His cold nose pressed right into the cleft of my testicles. The heavy orbs, almost the size of apples. Large. Needy. His little broken voice barely coming up from around their musky prison. “Dumb draggie do-doesn't wanna think. Mmmmmm. Dumb draggie sniff. Dumb draggie listen. Please, daddy. Imma good dumb boy?” I could see the sleepy smile plastered on his muzzle. Eyes spinning wildly out of control. The drool that was clinging to my balls. He was gone. All that was left was the little mindless toy. I pulled away a moment before pressing my blunt tip to his muzzle. A line of pre shooting along the minty scales. A cute giggle echoed out as my paw gently scratched behind his ear. “Good boy. Open that muzzle wide and let daddy give his dumb draggie a treat!” With that, my cock pushed into the moist, warm, and quickly relaxing draconic muzzle. I couldn't help but let out a shiver and a deep moan. It was everything I had dreamed of and more. The hypnosis made sure he was a drooly boy. No gag reflex. My medial ring was already poking at his lips and still, he dumbly smiled away. Happily nursing and suckling at my big dick. I kept pushing it. He kept accepting more. My leg lifted and my hoof set on the couch next to his head as I pushed closer and closer to hilting his muzzle. Soft mewls and silly gurgles were his only response. His eyes were unfocused and full of fast pulsing rings. Emile was gone; drifting on a happy high. More than content to suck my cock if it meant more of the good feeling spirals. With a nicker, I felt his lips press against the base. There it was. My earlier vision made reality. The cute happy look plastered on his face. Cheeks bulging with far too much donkey dong for him to handle. Yet, I could feel his little suckles, nursing at my shaft. The lazy licks over my medial ring. He was driving me wild. My eyes fluttered, and I could feel my shaft already starting to flare. With a few pumps, I knew it would be over. But we had all weekend. No. I needed to make sure this submissive need sank deep. Gently pulling free, Emile let out a small cough and then a silly giggle. Nuzzling at my cock as it hung next to his cheek. “Mmmm daddy. Daddy tastes good!” I couldn't help but smile. My dick couldn't be harder. Throbbing in need and tip about half flared. Looking down at him, a wave of pure lust and need washed over me. The beast spoke up in my mind. Pushing away my want to take things slow. With one paw, he grabbed the dragon's scruff, lifting him up almost directly in line with the tip of my dick. His voice echoed out and pushed past my lips. “Open your muzzle, cub. Daddy's got a big treat for his good dumb boy.” His paw raced along my shaft. Watching the cub's dazed, happy face. Seeing him almost begging for my cum. I let out a growl. I was a prisoner in my body to my demons and my lusts, and I couldn't be any hornier for it. I felt my orgasm building closer and closer. My tip flared in earnest. I could feel it cumming. Moans and pants got heavier as I stroked just behind the head. Emile's tongue lazily lapped at the tip of my cock. So desperate for whatever treat his daddy had. With a nickered groan, I gave it to him. Spurt after heavy spurt shot out. Quickly filling his muzzle and covering his face and chest in my cum. He couldn't swallow enough, it just kept cumming. A few minutes pass as my head buzzed. The momentary bliss and complete lack of thought faded away. I shuddered as I felt Emile's tongue still licking away; lapping at the remnants of my load from my flared tip. Nibbling along the very sensitive edge of my tip. I had to push him away with a breathy chuckle. He fell back into the couch. Muzzle open and panting like a dog. Wide silly smile. So far gone in the erotic trance I made for him. Chest and belly dripping with my seed. I shifted my leg off the back of the couch. Smiling as I bent over to strip the gym shorts off the boy. Emile cooed as his lower half met the cool air. He was hard and twitching. 5 inches of knotted cyan-coloured dragon cock. I fell onto the couch and lifted the boy onto my lap. My dick hadn't softened in the slightest. The beast, still awake and burning in the background of my mind. The orgasm let me think a little clearer. Even if it would be momentary. My paws met his hips before they began to roam his lithe body. I had waited weeks for this moment. All the efforts to gain Ventor's trust. To be a good neighbor. It had all paid off. Emile's breathing was deep and slow. Perfectly relaxed in his daddy's presence. Whatever was left of his mind was mush. Mine to be played with, to be toyed with however I saw fit. On-screen, I saw the start of the last part of the program. Making sure the suggestions sunk deep. I let out an almost canine-like growl. My member throbbed between the boy's legs. With ease, I lifted him. Emile, giggling, began to nibble his paw. Watching the strange words and suggestions flash before his eyes. I leaned in and whispered a newly implanted trigger, letting his mushy thoughts become vocal. “Hehehe yessssss! I'm Daddy Karl's dumb draggie! Wanna bounce. Please, daddy. Let me be a good boy and bounce!” How could I deny such a plea? My tip pressed against the boy's virgin rosebud. The hypnosis made the muscle weak and relaxed yet at my size, I knew it would still be a struggle. I scooped some seed from his belly and slathered my shaft with it. My paws holding and tugging his rump cheeks wide apart as I poked and prodded the inexperienced hole. Moans and giggly coos mixed in with the silly mantra. Over and over, begging to be my boy. To bounce. Finally, with a harmonious moan from the two of us. I slipped inside. His muzzle hung wide as a series of soft uhs and whines pushed past his lips. I'm sure whatever will he had left had reawakened from the pain. However, it was much too late, the pleasure of my hypnosis would soon win back over. Shakily, Emile spoke up again. Compelled by his trigger. “Mmfff. What… wha-what's going on? Mmfff. Bounce for Daddy. B-but this… this isn't right? Feeeels sssooo good. But… hurts too… will go away. Bounce. Wanna be a dumb draggie. Need to. Need to bounce.” My boy's weak mind fought itself. The need to awaken and save himself from my perversion, slowly losing to the wonderful feelings I helped his body to experience. Gently, I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. Gently running along the underside of his cock as I let him slowly sink down my member. Each inch sank in with more and more ease. As he reached my base. The trance had won over once again. His giggles and the nibbling of his paw returned once more. “Yessssss daddy! Imma silly dumb draggie. Gotta bounce and feel goooood!” Bounce he did. Breaking his mind and his hole on my massive cock. His exclamations of pleasure were loud and very vocal. All the while my fingers never left his drippy, twitchy dick. Helping guide my boy to the bliss we both knew only good dragons deserved. I couldn't keep track of time. It felt like hours as he bounced in my lap and serviced me. His virgin hole was newly awakened and hungry for cock. Warm and horny. Needy to be broken in. A task I was more than happy to help with. As the program neared its end. My boy's voice rose once more. Soft at first. His bounces getting harder and deeper with each thrust down. “Good draggies… must be dumb. Must listen to daddy. Good draggies bounce. Mu-mussst be good draggie. Dr-draggie belongs to Daddy.” My lips breathed at his little pointed ear tip. Giving it a soft bite as I whispered. “Louder pup.” With vigor, his bounces got faster. Harder. More wanton. He repeated the mantra. A little louder. A little less shaky. His eyes locked forward. Directly into the center of the spirals. **”Good draggies… must be dumb. Must listen to daddy. Good draggies bounce. Muussst be good draggie. Dr-draggie belongs to Daddy.”** I bit a little harder as my paws shift to his hips. Helping guide his desperate bounces. My edge neared closer. I could feel my shaft flaring inside the boy. I could see the bulge my cock made in his tummy with each time he hilted me. Likewise, I knew he could too. I knew he loved it almost as much as I did. “Louder cub.” His muzzle fell open. His body was so worked up. Sweat poured off both of us. My fingers sped up on his shaft. Our bodies syncing. Minds became one as my dragon roared out. I knew it was sinking in. He was mine. Body and soul. ***”GOOD DRAGGIES ARE DUMB GOOD DRAGGIES LISTEN TO DADDY GOOD DRAGGIES BOUNCE. I AM A GOOD DRAGGIE! I BELONG TO DADDY.”*** With that, he slammed down, our voices rising again in unison as I climaxed deep in his bowels, and he all over my paw. Our shared lust, mixing and swelling with all the passion and fever of new lovers. Bodies dripping with exertion. It was easily one of the best fucks I had ever had. With a blink, I was back in the present. My boy was tuckered out. Curled up in bed and sucking his thumb. The visor off and resting on his shelf. However, its job was done. I knew that even still, the boy was lost in a deep tranced sleep. In the morning he would wake well-rested and perhaps a little sore. However, he would find himself greatly enjoying the scent that clung to his scales and the taste that surely still clung to his tongue. As I covered him with his blanket and closed the door. I knew that this was just the start of a long journey. I had set in motion a new path for myself. One I was keen to explore. I settled down into Ventor's bed. Smirking as I connected my phone to the smart TV. I was excited to see what I had captured. It was relatively easy setting up the copious amount of small hidden cameras around the home, over the past few weeks. Luckily, the large dragon never noticed them or bothered to look. The sound of Emile's voice rang out. Quickly, my paw found my shaft again. I had dumped at least four loads into the cub over the night. Yet, I was still so horny As I began to paw all I could think about was the morning. My boy waking up feeling amazing. With a strange need to hang out with Uncle Karl. To retry his funny game. To become a good boy again. To feel those strange, breathtaking sensations once more. To become mine.