“Well, well, well, what have we here?” The voice echoes throughout the strange and secluded woods. “A lost creature, once magnificent, but now damaged?” Crizsluz stops in the middle of the forested path, the dragon’s breath growing heavier as the twisted trees seem to choke around the lavender-scaled beauty. “Who’s there?” he calls out, puffing out his chest. “Show yourself!” “My, my, I’d say you have quite the balls to talk to me like that. But, you don’t have any.” Motes of blue light flicker into view, followed by matching eyes. Stepping out from the mire is a rather vexing voluptuous vulpine vixen of athletic build, dressed in nothing but various jewels over her naked form. “Do you like how I look?” she asks, one foot in front of the other, black-furred hands running up her bright orange fur. “Unfortunately, it seems you aren’t man enough to fully enjoy what delights I have to offer. But, it looks like your little friend is trying to enjoy the beauty of my perfection.” Crizsluz’s hands go between his legs, a warmth burning in his cheeks. He steps back, but trips on a branch that was not there before and falls back. He prepares for a rough fall, only to land upon a soft mattress. Before he can push himself up, the vixen is upon him, a dainty footpaw pressing against the bottom of his dick, sliding up and down along the shaft. “Consider yourself lucky,” the fox coos, resting her chin upon her wrist. “This cock of yours isn’t half-bad. I’ve had better, but then again, those dicks were from real men, not castrated failures.” With a wave of her hand, she is holding a hand mirror, which she shows off to the downed dragon. Instead of reflecting his face, it instead gives them a full view of the scar underneath his dick—the reminder of the process that left him without his manhood. She lifts the length between two toes, then slides a claw down to trace the scar. “Yes, one would have to look very close, indeed, as a lover would, to have to realize that you were once a man.” “W… why are you… so mean?” Crizsluz whines. “Because,” she says, waving her hand and dissipating the mirror. She pulls her foot away from his groin and presses it against his chest. “I am Cesrastra, and you’ve passed my domain. Thus, you invite my scrutiny before I will deem you worthy or not to pass.” Crizluz whimpers “W… worthy? How?” “That’s going to be difficult with you,” she says, tapping her nose. “If you were a woman, I would indulge myself with the nectar between your legs.” She says, placing two fingers in a V shape to her muzzle. “If you were a man, I would have you fuck me until I couldn’t sit straight. But you’re not a woman and you are not a man. What is a master illusionist to do?” Crizsluz closes his eyes, but the whole time that Cesrastra speaks, his length stands up high, remembering the touch of her paw, and the promise of her words. The fox sits upon him, cross-legged and facing away from him, a tail flopping onto his face. “But look at you. When I berate you, you stand at attention, wanting more, needing more.” A sharp nail strokes up along to the tip. “What must the other dragons think about you, being as submissive as you are?” “I suppose since you are making an attempt to at least look like a man, I can evaluate what you can do with this dick of yours. I’ve always wanted to be fucked by a dragon,” she says, wrapping her fingers around that shaft. Her soft paw pads slide up and down the length. “It’s rather cute, isn’t it? Nothing like a real breeding tool, but more like a toy made especially for me.” Crizsluz digs into the ground, breathing heavily. “I don’t care how you maimed yourself, but I’d like to imagine it was done in the most pathetic way. Maybe you tripped on a butterknife, oh wouldn’t that be funny?” Crizsluz pushes his hips up. Cesrastra squeezes his cock. “Did I tell you to move, you wyrm? Of course, I didn’t. Apologize! Now” “I… I’m so… sorry.” “To whom? “Y… you?” “That’s ‘mistress’, you dildo,” she scoots back, lifting her tail and sitting upon his face. “Perhaps, if you can’t use your mouth to say anything correctly, you can use it to please me before I do something drastic.” “Mmmmph!?” “Oh, yes,” she giggles, speeding up the fapping. “I could rip this out so you can be even more of a failure. Then, I could have it stuffed and turned into a strap-on so that a lady can wear it and be a better man than you ever were!” He cannot take it anymore, and he lifts his arms, claws going for her to throw her off, but she disappears off of him in a brilliant display of fireflies, stunning the dragon with the fluttering and buzzing brightness. “Poor little boy,” the pouty voice of the fox breaks Crizsluz’s trance. The dragon feels her hand around his cock once again, stroking it at a slower and steady pace. “Thinks he can become a real man by taking me on, does he? Such a shame.” She no longer sits upon his body, but lays beside him, looking into the dragon’s eyes with her own burning ones. One hand works the shaft while another idly traces a finger up along his thigh, then between his legs, up and down over his scar. Crizsluz shudders, breathing heavily. “P… please…” he says, closing his eyes. The fox squeezes his cock, sliding up over his body, straddling him, the warmth of her body radiating onto his wanting length. “You’re lucky I still want to get off, and you’re the warmest and hardest thing in this forest that isn’t full of thorns.” She pushes herself up, her labia licking his cock before she presses down, swallowing the length within her. She tilts her head back, sighing, rocking her hips, making his cock disappear. “I could ride you all night long,” she leans forward, hands upon Crizsluz’s chest. She scratches at his scales, smiling down at him with a wide and toothy grin. “You can’t get me knocked up, so I can fuck you as much as I want. Whoever cut off your balls must have been kinky.” She bounces on him, keeping her eyes locked upon the dragon’s. She doesn’t regard his safety as she bounces on his lap, her fingers clenching, scratching at his chest. “Mmm, fuck yeah, that’s a good pole you have! Who’s a good pole for his mistress?” The dragon whimpers. She slaps them across the face and squishes his cheeks together. “What did you say, pole?” she snarls, pushing her nose right up against Crizsluz’s. The dragon’s eyes water as her fingers poke into his tender scales. Soon, he responds through breathy gasps. “M… e.eee?” “That’s a good hole,” she says, running the hand up over his head. “When you live in a world of illusion and lies, you need someone to speak the truth to you, just to… mmm… get you… ah… to enjoy… it” “Oh, by the gods,” she sighs, shuddering, her walls convulsing around Crizsluz’s length, getting the dragon closer and closer to a final release. “How are you so useless and yet so perfect? Aaah…. C… come on, show me what you got. I want to feel that big eruption like you’re gonna bury me in baby batter!” Crizsluz rocks his hips against the vixen’s insides, pushing deeper and deeper into her, spreading her, filling her, pleasing her. “Aaah, yes… th… that’s…. Fuck! You’re good!” She leans back, reaching behind her and tracing the scar tissue. She presses her thumb against that soft flesh, pushing up into the skin, until it wraps around her finger. “Aaah, hehee… It’s almost like you’re a girl with a dick than you are a man. Do you like me fingering your pussy? I can give you one, if you’d like.” Crizsluz grabs onto her hips now, pushing her down, encouraging her to speed up. “My, my, you’ve finally gotten around to enjoying it, have you? Was it the pussy comment?” Crizsluz shakes his head. “Hehe, that’s fine. It wouldn’t be real any… f… fuuuck!” It’s then that the cock finds its way to hitting her in that special spot, right with the rhythm that she loves. The dragon holds tightly to the fox’s body, pushing her over his length as he pushes up against her. No more does Cesrastra reprimand him for doing anything she doesn’t say, because he is providing her just what she wants and what she needs. The dragon’s final thrust hilts against her hips, locking the two together. His cum shoots out deep up inside of the fox, filling her up in a warm bath inside her womb. Cesrastra sighs, leaning over him, using the dragon’s chest as support. “H… aha…. How pi… pitiful,” she mopes. “You’re out of steam after all that?” She shakes her head, smirking. The fox lifts herself up, letting oozing jizz slide down out of her and onto Crizsluz’s pole. She tuts, running a finger down between her legs and scooping up some of the semen, examining it by rubbing her thumb and index finger together. “Perfectly clear,” she says, spreading her fingers apart, watching the goop fall from one and onto the other. “You couldn’t impregnate me even if you tried. Your family line dies with you. Isn’t that funny?” Crizsluz is silent, breathing heavily in the aftermath of their orgasms. She stands over them, hands wrapped around herself, just under her breasts. “But, you’ve performed well. I think you’ll do to be my personal servant from now on. Would you like that?” Don’t just lay there like a useless log. Speak up, pole!” Crizsluz pushes himself up to his elbows, but Cestrastra falls upon him, pressing his cock against his stomach as she drapes her arms over his shoulders. “I can’t hear you.” The sorceress growls. “I… I want to go home.” The dragon whimpers. The fox smirks. “Well, I suppose that can be allowed… a little rest and recuperation can be fine for someone who has done so well for me.” She traces a finger over his jaw and back up over the back of his head, over his horn and then to his cheek. “But, I need assurances that you will be here for me when I call for you. A mistress has needs, after all.” He frowns in a questioning gaze, only to find the fox’s grasp tight against his cheek. She holds them still, her other hand pressing a sharp finger to his open cheek, tracing a sigil upon the scales, searing the mark of the sorceress upon his form. She rocks her hips against him, offering the conflicting feelings of pleasure and pain to the dragon, and pulls back, leaving them wanting and leaving him with the throbbing pain of the brand upon his cheek., “There we go,” she says, shaking her finger off in the air. “A beautiful mark for my newest acquisition. Now, no one will bother you if they value their lives. You are my property, and I will call upon you again. Do not be late when I do.” Crizsluz rubs his cheek, stumbling to his feet. “Y… yes, I… understand.” “Good,” the vixen says, looking between his legs. “And, how will you feel about coming back to me and my body?” Crizsluz blinks and looks away from her. “I would love to fuck you, mistress.” “That’s a good, good pole,” she coos, leaving them with a long and languid laugh that fills his mind in all of his lonely moments, dreading and longing for his chance to return to her.