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The scent of musk was heady and strong, and only the breeze coming off of the sea kept it from getting mind-numbingly thick. All of the goo plastered over his face didn't help that, either, and he wiped at his cheeks and lips with his free hand. \n\nStill, it had worked out better than he had thought. Thereadean, as the drake called himself, had lost his mind. The spiraling eyes, the blank stare ahead, the way that he continued to lay back rather than slump down as another male might after an orgasm like that; they were all signs that the hypnosis had taken effect. The drake's will had been drained, which left just one more thing to do before he could claim the drake as his own. \n\nHe reached for the pearl amulet, lifting it up from the stone where he'd placed it. The drake's eyes followed it as it was carried through the air, the only movement the big beast seemed capable of. It was almost amusing, and if Ameth had been sure that it wouldn't break the trance, he might have broken down in a chuckle. However, he didn't know how well this would work if he started getting loud. His family had never mentioned just how deep this trance went at this stage, and if he messed up and Thereadean woke up, it would not go well for him. Maybe he might be able to convince the drake that it was something he'd wanted, but the otter doubted it.\n\nHanging the amulet around his neck, Ameth walked around the great creature. His hands ran along the beast's scales, the soft rise and fall of their lines soothing to his fingers after rubbing so deeply into the muscles, and his smile grew a little larger. He let himself linger, enjoying the smooth bumps under his hands, but continued to move towards the rear of the drake anyway. \n\nThe scent of seed and musk began to affect him despite the sea's mediating influence, and he could feel the bones of his loincloth pressing against him, a pressure from within making them more uncomfortable. He did his best to ignore it, but it steadily got worse until he was forced to remove it. He untied the leather around his waist, the decorative colors coming free easily. They clacked against the stone as he set them down, sighing in relief at the feeling of freedom. \n\nHe supposed it wasn't surprising that the drake had called him a whore, considering how see through the loincloth was. Then again, the loincloth was meant to be a separation, not a means of concealment, and it had done that job. Now, however, he was free, even encouraged, to enjoy himself. \n\nReturning one hand to the drake's side, he brought the other down to his member. It hung free without a sheath, unlike some of the other otters in the islands, and even as he hardened the tip remained covered with a flap of skin. He could feel his own excitement building, the hardness in his hand growing stronger with each passing moment. His anticipation was building with each passing moment, and it added to the stiffness he felt beneath his fingers until he was as hard as he could get. \n\nFinally he reached the other end of the drake and he realized that he would need Thereadean to be in a different position. Though he was already laying on his side, it would be be easier for both of them if the drake moved a bit. \n\n“Great one, I have a gift for you. Please relax, and move where my arms direct.”\n\nThe drake moved without resistance as Ameth shifted his limbs. One leg was moved up in the air, exposing the space between the drake's legs, while the tail was slid up and out of the way. It was surprisingly easy, but then, with the drake helping out, he didn't have to do much of the heavy lifting.\n\nWith so much time spent in the water, the hole was remarkably clean, and from what he could tell by looking at that fleshy opening amidst the scales, he would bet that it was untouched by anything. Unsurprising, he knew; Thereadean would not have let someone under his tail and still maintained this hidden belief in his own superiority, but it was nice to look at regardless. \n\nOf course, considering their sheer difference in size, the otter knew that this would be a little different. Just by looking at the dragon's hole, he could see that it was bigger than anything an otter was meant to breed with. He would not have been surprised if he could fit his fist in there without even trying, or without the slippery substance that some women used when they were with bigger lovers. No, he wouldn't need anything like that for what he was about to do. His only worry was whether he would be able to actually reach his finish to complete the ritual inside something so large. \n\nDespite his slight misgivings, his shaft had never been harder. A part of that might be attributed to the ritual, but Ameth could not fool himself. A part of him had been anticipating this part of his trip since the beginning, and now it was finally here. His hand stroked down the length of his shaft once, twice, each time pulling the skin along the tip down a little bit further, exposing the end of his member a little more each time. \n\n“Great one, you have given me much. You have given your trust, your seed, and finally, your will. Now, Thereadean, allow me to give you something of my own.”\n\nHe took a single step forward, feeling his member rub against the smooth scales. A little moisture remained from the swim from the currents to the stone, and it was enough to get his shaft slick. Smiling, he stood up a little straighter, a moan slipping from his lips as his shaft stroked over the drake's hole. It felt hot against his tip, hot and inviting, and his need spiked. With a soft growl of his own, he pushed forward, sliding inside without resistance or difficulty.\n\nIt was hot, hotter than he could believe inside of the drake, and though the walls were wider than anything he could have anticipated, he could still feel them stroking against his shaft. Ameth moaned as he sheathed himself into the drake, leaning his head upon the scaled flank above him. Even when he was fully inside his prey, up against the drake while he lay on his side, his fully height barely was enough to look over Thereadean's backside. The thought that he was as small as he was against the drake and yet was still the one on top only made his shaft throb harder. \n\nHe was unable to hold back, immediately pulling back and slamming in again, his hips colliding with a wet 'clap' against his drake's hindquarters. It was like a drumbeat as he pulled back and did it again, and again, each thrust in filling the air with a single sharp clap before fading against the crashing sound of the waves. The otter panted already, his face stretched out in a wide grin. \n\nIn and out, in and out of that loose hole he went, the heat combining with the sheer slipperiness inside to drive him mad with pleasure. There was nothing from the drake, no pushing back, no squeezing upon his shaft, but Ameth didn't need it. He had the energy for both of them, and if the size of the dragon's continued hardness meant anything, he was sure that his prey was just as excited for this as he was.\n\nThereadean looked at him while the otter continued to use him, those swirling eyes blank but trusting, empty of anything but the color of the spell upon him. Ameth tensed up, holding back his climax at the arousing sight, and shook his head slightly. \n\nOne more thing was needed, he knew. He had to complete the ritual, and before he came. He had, had to speak.\n\n“You gifted me with your will, great one. You have given your trust...your trust to me. And now...now you have me inside you...a gift in return. A great....great gift, is it not?”\n\nThe drake nodded, slowly, sleepily. \n\n“Your power is great...but it needs...needs a guide...I have helped....I will be that guide...great one...” \n\nIt was so hard for the otter to keep speaking as his hips moved back and forth, as his shaft slid in and out of the drake in front of him. He moaned, leaning his head against the scaly flank again as his climax almost overtook him. He wanted it, wanted it so badly, but he had to finish this. \n\n“Feel the heat...the hardness within you...You have given me...given me your will...and soon...soon I will give you will in turn...My seed....my seed in you will be...your new will...Do you...do you understand?”\n\nThe drake only nodded again, but Ameth caught a slight twitch out of the corner of his eye. Thereadean's shaft bounced slightly, the length slick with a new round of the slick juices it leaked, shining like the amulet he wore around his neck. It was all the sign that the otter needed to know that his drake wanted this just as badly as he did. \n\nThe amulet flashed around his neck as he sped up, the sound of his hips slapping against the drake's hindquarters matched by new flashes from the pearl. It flickered and sparkled, sending flashes of light all over the scales before him, which sent the light in all sorts of patterns upon the rocks, water and sky. It was a show of light to rival the great lights of the sky during the dark times, and Ameth found it beautiful.\n\nDespite it, he couldn't hold back for much longer. His sac slapped against the drake's scales as hard as his hips did, slapping against it and clapping in its own rhythm. The hot walls of the dragon's hole pressed against his shaft, encouraging him to release, to fill his mount with his seed and claim him. No tightness, no pushing back, but it begged him all the same for him to finally release and prove his dominance over the drake. \n\nFinally, he could refuse it no more. Knees weakening and his body going slack, the otter slammed in one last time. He held himself inside, his cock twitching and pulsing as his body gave up his seed. It splashed around his shaft inside of the drake, adding even more slickness and warmth inside. He spoke up, finishing the ritual. \n\n“Ever after...my will...shall be your...will...”\n\nAmeth slumped back as his shaft finished spurting, falling on his rump and staring up at the drake before him. That shaft still bobbed and twitched between the drake's legs, and it took a great deal of the otter's willpower to keep from reaching up and helping his new mount with it. \n\nAt least, he hoped that Thereadean was his new mount. If the ritual had failed, then he was going to have a problem. The drake would still want his treasure after all, and he doubted that he would be able to explain the goo leaking out of the drake's hole. There was no turning back now, however. Either he had done it right, or he was going to find out just how bad an idea it was to treat a sea drake like this.\n\nSlowly the circles faded from the reptile's eyes, the original sharpness returning to them. He turned his head one way, then the other, before finally settling on the otter. He leaned forward, looking at Ameth with unreadable eyes, before pulling his head back. He got to his feet again, his tail twitching slightly behind him as he looked down at the otter. \n\nFinally, just when Ameth was sure that he had done something wrong, the drake lowered his head in a small gesture of respect. \n\n“Thank you for your gift of treasure and massage, mammal. However, I don't think I can accept the former.”\n\n“And why is that, great one?”\n\n“Because I feel I must travel with you for a time. I don't know why, but there's something that tells me that I should follow you.”\n\n“And why would you follow a 'whore'?”\n\n“I never paid for you. You paid for me. I feel you should get your money's worth.”\n\nHiding a chuckle, Ameth got to his feet as well. He gathered his loincloth and pulled it on again, much to the apparent amusement of the drake in front of him. Standing at Thereadean's side, he stroked a hand along his new mount's side. He heard a small thrum from deep in the drake's throat, and chuckled, his hand moving a little higher. When he scratched under his mount's chin, Thereadean actually turned to nuzzle his hand. It surprised him, but brought a bigger smile to his face nonetheless.\n\n“May I leave my ship here? There is nothing I need within it, and we would travel faster if it were just you and me.”\n\n“The current will take it eventually.”\n\n“Then let it go where it may. I have a sea drake to carry me now.”\n\n“For a while, sir. For a while.”\n\nThe drake barely seemed to register that he had called the otter sir rather than mammal or whore, but Ameth didn't make a point of it. He was too excited.\n\nThe ritual had worked. He had managed to bind the services of a sea drake to himself, and while it wasn't quite so complete as he had heard in legends – the drake still had his own personality, and likely his own goals – it was clear that Thereadean was willing to work with him and follow orders. He couldn't wait to return to Shard Island and show his people what he had done. \n\nHe pulled himself onto the drake's back. Thereadean looked back at him with a slightly raised eyeridge, but the otter just chuckled. \n\n“Do you know where Shard Island is?”\n\n“No.”\n\n“That's alright, I do. Let's get going; it took me two weeks to get here on a boat.”\n\n“Well, that's only going to take a couple of days.”\n\n“Are you serious?”\n\n“You proclaimed me the master of the ocean. Do you doubt me?”\n\nAmeth shook his head. \n\n“Good. Now, let's go!” \n\nThe drake leaped off of the shore, leaving Ameth to grab hold of the drake's scales to keep from flying off of his back. They hit the water with a great splash and, with a speed that defied all of the otter's expectations, Thereadean swam ahead. Water broke before them as they streaked ahead at a pace that no boat had ever matched, no ship had ever conceived of. \n\nSoon, the otter caught his balance and he stood up. His arms were wide as the wind blew over him, his hair and his fur ruffling in the wind. A smile spread across his face as they soon left Vineslan Island behind, anticipation for adventure building in his mind. \n\nHe was a man. Now it was time to show it. [/i]\n\n-----\n\nAnd thus the otter and dragon have become bonded as rider and steed. <: Shall possibly see more of them! \n\n...Or his older brother which belongs to a hypnotically inclined otter friend. :3c \n\nArtwork was done for me by Spelunker Salvador\n\nStory written for me by Draconicon \n\nCharacters belong to me. :D ", "description_bbcode_parsed": " Coughing as he forced down as much of the drake's seed as he could, Ameth slowly pulled back from the shaft in his face. The scent of musk was heady and strong, and only the breeze coming off of the sea kept it from getting mind-numbingly thick. All of the goo plastered over his face didn't help that, either, and he wiped at his cheeks and lips with his free hand.

Still, it had worked out better than he had thought. Thereadean, as the drake called himself, had lost his mind. The spiraling eyes, the blank stare ahead, the way that he continued to lay back rather than slump down as another male might after an orgasm like that; they were all signs that the hypnosis had taken effect. The drake's will had been drained, which left just one more thing to do before he could claim the drake as his own.

He reached for the pearl amulet, lifting it up from the stone where he'd placed it. The drake's eyes followed it as it was carried through the air, the only movement the big beast seemed capable of. It was almost amusing, and if Ameth had been sure that it wouldn't break the trance, he might have broken down in a chuckle. However, he didn't know how well this would work if he started getting loud. His family had never mentioned just how deep this trance went at this stage, and if he messed up and Thereadean woke up, it would not go well for him. Maybe he might be able to convince the drake that it was something he'd wanted, but the otter doubted it.

Hanging the amulet around his neck, Ameth walked around the great creature. His hands ran along the beast's scales, the soft rise and fall of their lines soothing to his fingers after rubbing so deeply into the muscles, and his smile grew a little larger. He let himself linger, enjoying the smooth bumps under his hands, but continued to move towards the rear of the drake anyway.

The scent of seed and musk began to affect him despite the sea's mediating influence, and he could feel the bones of his loincloth pressing against him, a pressure from within making them more uncomfortable. He did his best to ignore it, but it steadily got worse until he was forced to remove it. He untied the leather around his waist, the decorative colors coming free easily. They clacked against the stone as he set them down, sighing in relief at the feeling of freedom.

He supposed it wasn't surprising that the drake had called him a whore, considering how see through the loincloth was. Then again, the loincloth was meant to be a separation, not a means of concealment, and it had done that job. Now, however, he was free, even encouraged, to enjoy himself.

Returning one hand to the drake's side, he brought the other down to his member. It hung free without a sheath, unlike some of the other otters in the islands, and even as he hardened the tip remained covered with a flap of skin. He could feel his own excitement building, the hardness in his hand growing stronger with each passing moment. His anticipation was building with each passing moment, and it added to the stiffness he felt beneath his fingers until he was as hard as he could get.

Finally he reached the other end of the drake and he realized that he would need Thereadean to be in a different position. Though he was already laying on his side, it would be be easier for both of them if the drake moved a bit.

“Great one, I have a gift for you. Please relax, and move where my arms direct.”

The drake moved without resistance as Ameth shifted his limbs. One leg was moved up in the air, exposing the space between the drake's legs, while the tail was slid up and out of the way. It was surprisingly easy, but then, with the drake helping out, he didn't have to do much of the heavy lifting.

With so much time spent in the water, the hole was remarkably clean, and from what he could tell by looking at that fleshy opening amidst the scales, he would bet that it was untouched by anything. Unsurprising, he knew; Thereadean would not have let someone under his tail and still maintained this hidden belief in his own superiority, but it was nice to look at regardless.

Of course, considering their sheer difference in size, the otter knew that this would be a little different. Just by looking at the dragon's hole, he could see that it was bigger than anything an otter was meant to breed with. He would not have been surprised if he could fit his fist in there without even trying, or without the slippery substance that some women used when they were with bigger lovers. No, he wouldn't need anything like that for what he was about to do. His only worry was whether he would be able to actually reach his finish to complete the ritual inside something so large.

Despite his slight misgivings, his shaft had never been harder. A part of that might be attributed to the ritual, but Ameth could not fool himself. A part of him had been anticipating this part of his trip since the beginning, and now it was finally here. His hand stroked down the length of his shaft once, twice, each time pulling the skin along the tip down a little bit further, exposing the end of his member a little more each time.

“Great one, you have given me much. You have given your trust, your seed, and finally, your will. Now, Thereadean, allow me to give you something of my own.”

He took a single step forward, feeling his member rub against the smooth scales. A little moisture remained from the swim from the currents to the stone, and it was enough to get his shaft slick. Smiling, he stood up a little straighter, a moan slipping from his lips as his shaft stroked over the drake's hole. It felt hot against his tip, hot and inviting, and his need spiked. With a soft growl of his own, he pushed forward, sliding inside without resistance or difficulty.

It was hot, hotter than he could believe inside of the drake, and though the walls were wider than anything he could have anticipated, he could still feel them stroking against his shaft. Ameth moaned as he sheathed himself into the drake, leaning his head upon the scaled flank above him. Even when he was fully inside his prey, up against the drake while he lay on his side, his fully height barely was enough to look over Thereadean's backside. The thought that he was as small as he was against the drake and yet was still the one on top only made his shaft throb harder.

He was unable to hold back, immediately pulling back and slamming in again, his hips colliding with a wet 'clap' against his drake's hindquarters. It was like a drumbeat as he pulled back and did it again, and again, each thrust in filling the air with a single sharp clap before fading against the crashing sound of the waves. The otter panted already, his face stretched out in a wide grin.

In and out, in and out of that loose hole he went, the heat combining with the sheer slipperiness inside to drive him mad with pleasure. There was nothing from the drake, no pushing back, no squeezing upon his shaft, but Ameth didn't need it. He had the energy for both of them, and if the size of the dragon's continued hardness meant anything, he was sure that his prey was just as excited for this as he was.

Thereadean looked at him while the otter continued to use him, those swirling eyes blank but trusting, empty of anything but the color of the spell upon him. Ameth tensed up, holding back his climax at the arousing sight, and shook his head slightly.

One more thing was needed, he knew. He had to complete the ritual, and before he came. He had, had to speak.

“You gifted me with your will, great one. You have given your trust...your trust to me. And now...now you have me inside you...a gift in return. A great....great gift, is it not?”

The drake nodded, slowly, sleepily.

“Your power is great...but it needs...needs a guide...I have helped....I will be that guide...great one...”

It was so hard for the otter to keep speaking as his hips moved back and forth, as his shaft slid in and out of the drake in front of him. He moaned, leaning his head against the scaly flank again as his climax almost overtook him. He wanted it, wanted it so badly, but he had to finish this.

“Feel the heat...the hardness within you...You have given me...given me your will...and soon...soon I will give you will in turn...My seed....my seed in you will be...your new will...Do you...do you understand?”

The drake only nodded again, but Ameth caught a slight twitch out of the corner of his eye. Thereadean's shaft bounced slightly, the length slick with a new round of the slick juices it leaked, shining like the amulet he wore around his neck. It was all the sign that the otter needed to know that his drake wanted this just as badly as he did.

The amulet flashed around his neck as he sped up, the sound of his hips slapping against the drake's hindquarters matched by new flashes from the pearl. It flickered and sparkled, sending flashes of light all over the scales before him, which sent the light in all sorts of patterns upon the rocks, water and sky. It was a show of light to rival the great lights of the sky during the dark times, and Ameth found it beautiful.

Despite it, he couldn't hold back for much longer. His sac slapped against the drake's scales as hard as his hips did, slapping against it and clapping in its own rhythm. The hot walls of the dragon's hole pressed against his shaft, encouraging him to release, to fill his mount with his seed and claim him. No tightness, no pushing back, but it begged him all the same for him to finally release and prove his dominance over the drake.

Finally, he could refuse it no more. Knees weakening and his body going slack, the otter slammed in one last time. He held himself inside, his cock twitching and pulsing as his body gave up his seed. It splashed around his shaft inside of the drake, adding even more slickness and warmth inside. He spoke up, finishing the ritual.

“Ever after...my will...shall be your...will...”

Ameth slumped back as his shaft finished spurting, falling on his rump and staring up at the drake before him. That shaft still bobbed and twitched between the drake's legs, and it took a great deal of the otter's willpower to keep from reaching up and helping his new mount with it.

At least, he hoped that Thereadean was his new mount. If the ritual had failed, then he was going to have a problem. The drake would still want his treasure after all, and he doubted that he would be able to explain the goo leaking out of the drake's hole. There was no turning back now, however. Either he had done it right, or he was going to find out just how bad an idea it was to treat a sea drake like this.

Slowly the circles faded from the reptile's eyes, the original sharpness returning to them. He turned his head one way, then the other, before finally settling on the otter. He leaned forward, looking at Ameth with unreadable eyes, before pulling his head back. He got to his feet again, his tail twitching slightly behind him as he looked down at the otter.

Finally, just when Ameth was sure that he had done something wrong, the drake lowered his head in a small gesture of respect.

“Thank you for your gift of treasure and massage, mammal. However, I don't think I can accept the former.”

“And why is that, great one?”

“Because I feel I must travel with you for a time. I don't know why, but there's something that tells me that I should follow you.”

“And why would you follow a 'whore'?”

“I never paid for you. You paid for me. I feel you should get your money's worth.”

Hiding a chuckle, Ameth got to his feet as well. He gathered his loincloth and pulled it on again, much to the apparent amusement of the drake in front of him. Standing at Thereadean's side, he stroked a hand along his new mount's side. He heard a small thrum from deep in the drake's throat, and chuckled, his hand moving a little higher. When he scratched under his mount's chin, Thereadean actually turned to nuzzle his hand. It surprised him, but brought a bigger smile to his face nonetheless.

“May I leave my ship here? There is nothing I need within it, and we would travel faster if it were just you and me.”

“The current will take it eventually.”

“Then let it go where it may. I have a sea drake to carry me now.”

“For a while, sir. For a while.”

The drake barely seemed to register that he had called the otter sir rather than mammal or whore, but Ameth didn't make a point of it. He was too excited.

The ritual had worked. He had managed to bind the services of a sea drake to himself, and while it wasn't quite so complete as he had heard in legends – the drake still had his own personality, and likely his own goals – it was clear that Thereadean was willing to work with him and follow orders. He couldn't wait to return to Shard Island and show his people what he had done.

He pulled himself onto the drake's back. Thereadean looked back at him with a slightly raised eyeridge, but the otter just chuckled.

“Do you know where Shard Island is?”

“No.”

“That's alright, I do. Let's get going; it took me two weeks to get here on a boat.”

“Well, that's only going to take a couple of days.”

“Are you serious?”

“You proclaimed me the master of the ocean. Do you doubt me?”

Ameth shook his head.

“Good. Now, let's go!”

The drake leaped off of the shore, leaving Ameth to grab hold of the drake's scales to keep from flying off of his back. They hit the water with a great splash and, with a speed that defied all of the otter's expectations, Thereadean swam ahead. Water broke before them as they streaked ahead at a pace that no boat had ever matched, no ship had ever conceived of.

Soon, the otter caught his balance and he stood up. His arms were wide as the wind blew over him, his hair and his fur ruffling in the wind. A smile spread across his face as they soon left Vineslan Island behind, anticipation for adventure building in his mind.

He was a man. Now it was time to show it.  

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And thus the otter and dragon have become bonded as rider and steed. <: Shall possibly see more of them!

...Or his older brother which belongs to a hypnotically inclined otter friend. :3c

Artwork was done for me by Spelunker Salvador

Story written for me by Draconicon

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