BECAUSE I CAN
I picked up a gold piece in awe. The entire cavern was full from floor to ceiling with gold wrought in all shapes and sizes. Massive statues of gods to tiny studs, gilded thrones to coins, all of it was solid gold. I crept forward, dazzled by the heaping mountains of wealth, trying to stay focused and keep my tail from swishing about. A blossom of doubt had been riding in my chest for some time now, but the presence of more gold than I'd ever laid eyes on had temporarily silenced it.
The sibilant hiss that echoed through the lair brought it back in full force.
"Ss... I sssmell sssomething..."
I trembled and my fur stood on end. I knew I was a goner. I had misjudged how long it would take me to get in here undetected, and now the owner of all this gold had returned.
"It smellsss like... a thief!"
I dove into a pile of coins, effectively burying myself underneath them as a massive crimson dragon shattered the roof of the cavern, descending with a deafening crash and a deluge of gold from the chamber above. A fire-red wingtip brushed my face, which barely protruded from the coin heap, and I shivered.
The dragon lowered itself into a crouch and slid on its stomach across the gold as easily as a fish through water. It quickly faded into the gloom, but I could still hear its voice as though it was right behind me.
"I sssmell you, little thief... I sssmell your lussst for my gold."
Icy fear stabbed at me, and I had to resist the urge to grovel, scream, or run for my life. I could hear its scales sliding on slopes of gold, echoing through the dark cave.
"Yesss... you feel my presssence asss I feel yoursss..."
Again, I fought the instinct to make a mad dash away from this massive beast.
"Hmm... you are not asss cowardly asss the othersss..."
In an insane effort to banish my fear, I shouted boldly, "Others? What others?"
The hissing of scales on gold halted, and I quailed. A slow, rumbling noise built into a full-blown roaring, and I covered my ears, crying out inaudibly in pain. After a few seconds, I realized that the dragon wasn't angry; it was laughing.
"The othersss... the other thievesss. They came, lusssting after my treasssuresss... with sssmall, quick handsss and feet, they ran and hid... but I found them in the end."
I remained as still as possible, hardly daring to breathe, as a single, molten red eye with a pupil like the darkest pit appeared high in the darkness, shining down at me. It could see me. It knew where I was.
"Although," it admitted as the full length of the dragon slid into view, stepping thunderously and wearing a devilish, toothy grin, "None were foolisssh enough to make as much noissse asss you did."
Realizing the game was up, I slowly emerged from the pile of gold, feeling my ears flatted against my head. I was dead. No bones about it. The dragon leaned its head down, studying me with its infernal eyes, then grinned.
"The prey knowsss when it isss dissscovered," it snickered, its voice like rolls of thunder. "It knowsss when itsss time isss up."
I shrugged despondently. It was about to roast me, or carve me up, or eat me whole. To my unending surprise, it gently nudged me under my arm, picking me up onto its snout. It quickly lifted its head into the air, eyes trained on me as I hung on for dear life.
"What are you doing?" I whispered through my constricted throat.
"Ssshowing you hossspitality," it hissed, giving me that same toothy grin.
"Are you going to eat me?"
"Eat you?" it said, affronted. "I am no lessser drake, to devour mortalsss with abandon. No, I am showing... diplomacy."
I cycled through several emotional extremes, from suspicion to elatedness. But my relief wasn't complete until the dragon leapt from a rock spire and slid down a long tunnel to a large room. A massive bowl-shaped structure held an astounding amount of gold that glowed with heat, and a small subterranean river ran next to it, keeping the room cool and fresh despite the flames that flickered and danced underneath the dragon's bed.
The dragon carefully deposited me next to the river, and allowed me to undress and slip into the deliciously cold waters.
"I'd imagine that your journey here wasss... unpleasssant, given you had to travel through a caldera and magma-filled tunnelsss," the dragon said as he clambered onto his golden bed with a sigh.
"Y-yeah," I said sheepishly. "I had a guide, but he fell off a rock shelf into a lava river."
"A ssshame."
Silence filled the gap in our conversation as I enjoyed the much-desired coolness of the flowing water. It even smelled sweetly, and I laid back, basking in the chill but making sure to keep myself anchored.
I heard the dragon's rumbling chuckle, and with a shock of embarrassment, I realized that my member had come to full attention. My face flushed and I instantly curled up, trying to ignore the sensation.
"Hmhmhmhm... sssomeone'sss enjoying my ssspring," he said mischeivously, eyeing me as I blushed and tried to cover myself.
"Sorry," I muttered, but he simply chuckled again and busied himself with smoothing out his gold bed. After a little while, I heard him begin to snore, and I cautiously uncurled and got out of the water. My erection began to deflate, and I sighed as the pleasantly warm air washed over me. Sitting near the dragon's bed, I warmed and dried my dark fur, wondering about the water.
Strangely, the more I thought about it, the more my face flushed and the more sensitive my member became. I wanted - no, needed - a release, but common courtesy dictated that I wait to pleasure myself until I was truly alone. I bit my lip, trembling slightly as a gust of warm air brushed teasingly past my groin.
Lust eventually won over sense, and I made my way back over to the river, blushing furiously. I put a toe into the cool water and moaned; my erection had come back in all its throbbing, dripping glory, and my skin tingled. My knees went weak, and I almost toppled into the river, barely stopping myself by grabbing a stalagmite and hanging on with clumsy desperation.
But the water had risen to my knees, and the tingling sensation had transformed into a full-body, irresistible tickling. I whimpered with pleasure as my grip slackened and I fell into the river, ruddy member throbbing at full force.
The water seemed to crackle and snap, running over my skin and making me moan. My hips bucked, and every inch of my body felt like hands were running through my fur, tousling my hair and gently caressing my chest and legs. My mind was foggy, and I felt like a heater dropped into ice. My pleasured body was radiating heat, while the water was cool and clean. I was shaking uncontrollably and making noises of pleasure. I couldn't even remember my own name; I was completely focused on what the water was doing to me.
It was clean. With a long, drawn out moan and a burst of bubbles, I thrusted forward and felt spooge erupt out of my cock, dispersing in the water, and my eyes immediately gained the weight of solid lead. It was all I could do to move my heavy limbs to the edge of the river, and I threw my torso over the side, drowsily noting that the dragon was looking at me through one half-closed lid before I slept.
* * *
I slowly swam back to consciousness, and realized that I was still without clothing. The warm air of the dragon's home washed over my body, and as I groggily cracked my eyes open, I realized that I was overlooking a massive cavern with a glowing river running through it. At first glance, I thought it was magma, but on closer inspection, I realized that it was actually molten gold. I moved to walk over to it, and that was when I realized three things.
One, I was chained up.
Two, I was on a very narrow ledge roughly fifty feet above that molten river.
Three, about two hundred other people, all male, were all in the same position. Every single one of them was chained to the wall with golden manacles, had some strange sort of bluish magic around their members, and wore expressions of hazy happiness as they bucked their hips and spat cum periodically into the molten river below, where it sizzled upon contact with the superheated metal. I saw just about every race I could think of, from canines to avians, all enthralled by whatever magic kept them in place.
I struggled, and found that I, too, had very expensive manacles, though I didn't have the blue magic on me yet. An otter boy next to me, no older than sixteen, moaned loudly as his cock wiggled and shot cum through the blue corona into the river, and I glanced at him.
"Hey," I whispered. "Hey! Kid!"
But I got no response. For the next hour or so, I tried speaking to several thralls, and got the same result. Not a single one of them would - or could - talk to me. I even screamed to the entire room, begging someone to answer me, but all I received in the way of answers were erotic moans. I slumped dejectedly. The dragon had truly caught me after all. Was I ever going to escape this room, or was I doomed to become its permanent, mindless sex toy?
My question was answered rather abruptly.
The dragon erupted out of the molten river, roaring in triumph as his crimson wings beat the air. He rose slowly into the air, thundering in a language I couldn't understand, and every other being in the room gave a warbling, wet moan and came.
Their spooge flew onto the dragon and he continued his strange incantation, scales glowing from the light of the molten gold. Or were they? The closer I looked, the more it seemed that the scales were beginning to glow themselves...
Soon, his entire body was shining like a crimson nova. He roared, and I could have sworn that it was a little higher-pitched than before. When the glow dissipated, he looked... younger. His body was smaller and leaner, and the wear and tear of age had gone. His scales shone with a fiery sheen, the rips and tears in his wings had mended, and his teeth were ivory-white and razor sharp.
With considerably more ease than before, he maneuvered himself over to me, digging his claws into the rock wall. I stared at him fearfully, and he laughed.
"I sssaid I'd ssshow you hossspitality," he chuckled, and his voice was indeed higher pitched. He sounded like the adolescent equivalent of a dragon. I struggled against the chains, and he laughed again.
"Thossse are enchanted, my friend," he told me, grinning. "Now you begin to sssee why there were rumorsss of disssappearancesss around my lair."
"You're... you're kidnapping all these people?" I grunted, still yanking at the chains.
"Every one a thief," he declared, gesturing with a wing to his euphoric prisoners. "All came here with the purpossse of ssstealing from my hoard. Inssstead of killing them, I... repurposssed them. Now they ssserve me."
"Why?" I inquired somewhat harshly. "To keep yourself alive? Or to just get rid of those wrinkles?"
The cavern shook with laughter, and a few thralls gasped in response, again spilling their seed over the edge. A bit splattered on his muzzle, and he licked it off before answering.
"Both," the dragon rumbled. "I learned long ago that sssorcerersss are dangerousss foesss, essspecially clever onesss. I wasss cursed for ssstealing from a mage'sss ssstronghold. Every month, I mussst rejuvenate myssself, or I would wither away to assshesss."
"So why kidnap a bunch of mortals?"
"Asss unpleasssant asss it isss... your energiesss are key to ressstoring me. Sssomething in the makeup of the mortal form makesss you dissscharge a tiny bit of your youth... your potential... when you orgasssm. With enough ssspells and thrallsss, I may live forever, asss my godsss intended."
"And why should you live forever? Nothing immortal is good, at least not where I come from," I quipped, staring him dead in the eyes.
"Becaussse..."
He paused, then put on that devilish leer, leaned very close to me, and whispered,
"Becaussse I can."
With that, he departed, diving back into the river of molten gold and leaving me to contemplate what he'd said.
* * *
True to his word, he returned every month to milk his thralls and rejuvenate himself. Well, I think it was a month; it was very difficult to tell time in there. I was never afflicted with the same effect the other prisoners were; something made me think he enjoyed speaking with me. Some enchantment about the room made me never hunger for food or drink, although I did notice that whenever my stomach rumbled, the golden chains would glow for a moment and the need would dissipate.
The only need I couldn't satisfy was the one stemming from the thing between my legs. The first few weeks were alright, but after seven months, I was practically slavering. I couldn't think straight, and when the dragon would show one glowing eye in the river of magma (checking on us, presumably,) I would beg him to allow me to release. But he never did, not even when he appeared to be restored. I tried getting myself off with my legs, by swinging my member around, even just by thinking about things, but the harder I tried, the further away the threshold danced.
So when he burst from the river on the eighth anniversary of my capture, I instantly began phase one of my plan.
"How much do you want?" I cried over his intonations. He ignored me until he was finished, then landed on the wall again, grinning smugly.
"For... what, exactly?" he asked.
"I... I need to... I need to cum. I can't stand it anymore, I'll go insane, I can't, I can't, I can't..." I subsided into tears, halfhearted whimpers, and heavy breathing.
"You... need a releassse?"
"Yes! Yes, please, I'll do anything, please, please please please pleasepleaseplease-"
"Sssilence!"
Obediently, I bit my tongue, shaking uncontrollably as my erection towered for him to see. He took his sweet time humming and rumbling the matter over, then finally leaned close and said,
"Then cum for me, slave."
Creamy white cum flew from my diamond-hard member, splattering all over his muzzle. He laughed, even opening his mouth to catch some, rolling his head to allow it to splash on his chest, and generally enjoying my submission.
I was babbling incontrollably. Whatever he'd done with those words had released some mental blockage, and seven months' worth of pent-up orgasms were coming out in full force. The gobs of hot spunk kept flying, ejecting out of my cock with the force of cannon shots, and my hips were bucking so hard I felt my backside bruising. I was hanging by my wrists, unable to support myself, and my mind had dissolved entirely. There was nothing in me except the beast that rode the orgasms.
It kept coming. And kept coming. And kept coming.
Soon, the dragon slowly brought his revelry to a halt. He gave me a concerned look (not that I realized) and began to sniff me, ignoring the steaming jets of fluid crisscrossing his face. I gained just enough coherency to weakly smile in between throaty moans.
The dragon began to shrink. He roared in confusion, trying to throw himself away from the wall and me, but something kept him in place. He jerked, he blasted the rock with fire, he pounded the air with his swiftly-diminishing wings... and nothing. All the while, I came buckets, and dumped those metaphorical buckets directly on the now-tiny dragon.
His roars slowly changed into reedy cries, and his blasts of fire became puffs of smoke. He had gone from the mighty paragon of dragonkind to a small, scared, cum-soaked hatchling with veiny wings, no fire breath, and a very scared expression.
I slumped against the wall, letting the last vestiges of my semen dribble out onto the ledge. My chest was heaving and my fur was matted and disgusting, but I was grinning. My plan had worked. When I had gathered myself sufficiently, I shakily yanked the chains that had been loosened over the course of seven months out of the wall, held up a hand, and felt my magics flow down to the soles of my feet. I cautiously set a foot on the side of the wall, and when it adhered, I broke into a full, beaming smile.
Crawling along the wall on all fours, I made my way down to where the childlike dragon was still clinging to the wall by his foreclaws. He saw me coming, and with a terrified expression, made to get away. But my runes of holding kept him in place, and as I came up to him with a smug grin, he wailed,
"How?! How have you done thisss?! I wasss mighty! I wasss a dragon! How did a petty mortal like you trap me?!"
I simply smiled, produced a bag from behind my back, and stuffed him unceremoniously in it. With a snap of my fingers, my clothes rematerialized, and I set about freeing the dragon's thralls from their bondage. Once they had all been freed and were laying on the floor far below, panting like dogs (in some of their cases, literally) and feebly thanking me for saving them, I withdrew the dragon by the scruff of his neck. He tried to bite my face, and I gave him a ringing slap for his trouble. Utterly defeated, he hung in my grasp.
"How... how... how..." he mumbled.
"Do you know why you were cursed?" I asked him calmly. "Go on, tell me what you think."
"Ssstealing," he sniffled, and I shook my head.
"I cursed you because..."
I put a hand to my chin, affecting an expression of deep thought. Without warning, I jerked his horrified face to meet mine, and I whispered gleefully,
"Because I could."