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"writing": "[b][u][center]Heavy is the Crown\nChapter 3\nfor Damiekinz\nby Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nIn. \n\nOut. \n\nIn. \n\nOut. \n\nThe squelching thrusts from his father's advisor kept rocking the world around him. Every time that the gray-scaled dragon bottomed out inside of him, Dino felt as if he was already in heaven, as if all the suffering of the world had fallen away and all that remained was the bliss that was promised in the afterlife. The reindeer moaned then, his breath coming in shivering gasps as he hung out of the stockades. His hooves danced against the stage and he could barely catch his breath, and his eyes were rolled back so far that he could barely see a thing. \n\nThen Jach would pull out, and he would catch his breath again, and all the humiliation would come running back. He groaned, he whimpered, he shook his head as he tried to deny how good it felt and how much he needed it. The Brand was magic, not truth. \n\nThen that dick was inside of him again, going all the way to the base, those balls against his pussy, and he was gone again. In, out, in, out, the cruel shaft sliding past his pucker and into his depths over and over, reminding him of his place. He believed it, then didn't, then did again, his mind on a see-saw as it tilted one way and then the other. The erotic pendulum drove him crazy, his pussy wetter than it had ever been. \n\nUp and down the line, he could hear his friends going through their own torment. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Braford's face, the bull losing more and more of that stern, devoted look that he'd always had and looking more and more like the muscle-bound sluts that they had once looked down on together. The bull's eyes nearly had hearts in them as he took dick, his breath coming in harsh gasps. Dino looked up as one of the palace officers - a grizzly bear - leaned forward, pulling at one of the bull's horns. \n\n\"Loving it, aren't ya?\" the officer grunted.\n\n\"Ah...gnnn...y-yes,\" the bull grunted. \n\n\"Heh, fucking knew it. Take it, Heretic. Take it and bless my balls...\"\n\nThe bull moaned out loud, and Dino could only imagine what a mess his lover had just left on the bear's sac. The 'blessing' of a Heretic, as easy as it was to get, was just as heavily demanded. He shivered as he felt that cock sliding into him again, Jach once more stealing his mind with a single thrust. \n\nWhen he came back to himself as it slid back out again, he heard Asmund growling and moaning, howling and roaring by turns. The bear sounded like he was possessed, flipping from being a desperate slut to being a resisting warrior. He didn't stop, and in some ways, it was almost inspiring, as if the polar bear might be the best of them, the only one that was able to resist what the mark could make them do. \n\nThen in again. He moaned, losing track of the world, his mouth hanging open as the dragon ground against him. Hip to hip, ass to crotch, and that heavy shaft was so large and thick and long inside of him. His mouth hung open, his breath coming raggedly, his eyes rolled back as if he could cum any second just from that massive rod inside of his hole. The mark, the blessed connection to bliss, was driving him utterly mad. \n\nThen, out. \n\n\"Mmmm, look at you...Pretending that you can hold out...pretending that you feel anything but the need to be broken...\"\n\nJach was tormenting him, deliberately pushing him as hard as he could to see if the reindeer would break. Dino lowered his head, huffing, straining to catch his breath and trying to find some way, any way that might let him resist. He didn't want this, didn't want to be like them, but - \n\nPOP!\n\nHe gasped, his eyes going as wide as they possibly could as the dragon's cock left his ass completely. The emptiness, the slippery wetness running from his pussy, and the utter nothing that filled him - it was too much. \n\n\"Please, please, don't stop!\" he begged. \n\n\"Heh, what's that, Heretic?\"\n\n\"Put it back...put it back in me...please...\"\n\nThe words shamed him, but they were no less true for all that. The mark, the Brand, was burning his cheeks. Not with pain, but with a hunger that would not be eased without a cock inside of him. Without being fucked, he was saner than he ever would be with a dick inside of him, but at the same time, he [i]hungered.[/i] The urge to be fucked, filled, to just be in contact with a cock, was more than he could take. \n\n\"Please...\"\n\n\"Heh...here...\"\n\nIt burned him, galled him to beg his tormentor to fuck him, but as soon as the tip popped back into his hole, he felt better. The heat was still there, as well as the urge to be filled to the brim and seeded anally, but it was no longer the painful emptiness. He could at least think, even slightly, so long as something was up his asshole. \n\nThen he heard Kantu. The bird was all but singing, whimpering and moaning, chirping with words that were barely understandable. \n\n\"Yes...yes...use me...use my noble ass...use it and bless yourselves...\"\n\nA shiver ran down his spine as he recognized the sounds of madness. There were some few Heretics that tried to resist the branding and the mind-breaking need that it brought with them. He had seen them, nearly drooling at times as they begged for another dick at the side of the road. They were always offering themselves, but they were so loose and worn-out that there were few that would take them up on their offers. Gaping, messy things, they were, and they were pitiable rather than desirable. \n\nKantu sounded like one of them, and that terrified him. One of his friends, broken. Not gone, but broken, desperate in a way that none of the rest of them were, just yet. \n\nSquelch. \n\nAnd then that dragon dick was all the way inside of him again, all the way up to the hilt, and he stopped thinking. He moaned, his back arching as the dragon leaned over him again. The new king kissed the back of his neck, and he reached around with one hand to cup his chin once more. Dino moaned as his head was tilted back, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he closed his eyes. \n\n\"I'm going to fuck you now. And when I finish, you will thank me, as king.\"\n\n\"Yes...yes, sir...\"\n\n\"Now...brace yourself.\"\n\nThe rut was fast enough that he didn't have time to think. Every time that the dragon pulled back, he only pulled back to the middle of his shaft. Dino didn't have a chance to recover; he was always swinging between the depth of a religious orgasm and the gentle warmth of an impending orgasm. He couldn't catch his breath, grunting away every time that the dragon hilted inside of him, leaving him growling and huffing like some sort of pig in a pen. \n\nFaster, harder, deeper, driving him right to the edge of orgasm and past it. He came, squirting again, soaking the dragon's scaly balls and leaving them drenched to the skin. He didn't know what would happen, how many times it would keep happening, but he knew that he had been claimed. His enemy had made his mark, staked his claim, and there would never be any going back. \n\nHe suffered through more orgasms, his body shaking, his mouth hanging open in a perpetual grin. The screams of his friends - pleasurable, blissful, unwanted but taken regardless - continued to fill the air, and he joined them with moaning gasps and whimpering screams of his own. The cries of pleasure filled the square outside the church, and the marking and blessing of the Heretics flowed over the balls of the Granters that came to them for their sins to be washed away. \n\nAt some point, he was filled to the brim with the dragon's seed, but that wasn't the end of it. Even as Jach pulsed, squirting inside of him, the dragon kept thrusting. The king was not done. \n\n#\n\n[i]Three days later...[/i]\n\nDino, collared but otherwise naked, collapsed against the king's bed, his breath barely enough to keep him conscious. He laid on his side, squelching, bubbling white slowly sliding out of his ass and dribbling onto the sheets under him. He couldn't catch his breath, and he doubted that he would in less than a few minutes. \n\nAlready, the ache and addiction settled on him, reminding him of what he didn't have, what he needed. The reindeer could feel every little line of the marks on his ass, the Brand burning through him. It was never painful. Not more than a spanking would have been, at any rate. Yet, the pulsing, the throbbing, the endless reminder of what his ass was for - \n\n[i]Nnnngh...[/i]\n\nHe rolled his head to the side, grinding it against the sheets as he tried to keep some glimmer of sanity. In the last three days, he'd gone without dick or a plug for no more than twenty minutes, and fifteen of those twenty minutes had been a punishment for trying to deny his master the chance to fuck him. The shame of barely lasting that long was almost enough to leave him red-faced, even now, but he managed to fight off that blush. \n\nHis master, his owner, his [i]king,[/i] walked around him to sit at the head of the bed. The dragon's leg extended off to one side, the other pulled to his chest. Jach reached for a cloth just out of sight, using it to wipe his dick clean before throwing it away. \n\n\"You're in high demand, you know,\" the dragon said, only to smirk and shake his head. \"That is what I would say, were it not for the fact that the people have stripped you of your former title.\"\n\n\"Mmmph...I...I know that...already...\"\n\n\"You still have enough mind to see that. Quite the mind; a pity that you never chose to use it.\"\n\nDino knew that, though it still galled him to have it pointed out. But it was obvious, really; someone that was given the Heretic's Brand was stripped of any and all titles that they once had. After all, why would anyone allow someone that was clearly a Heretic have any such right to a good life?\n\nHe huffed, grinding his face against the sheets again, his head close to the dragon's foot. He managed not to touch it, but the temptation was there. Gods, there were temptations aplenty these days, ever since he had been rutted in the public square. They pushed at him constantly, filling his mind with ideas of what he could do for more pleasure, more freedom, more cock up his ass and more anal breeding. The sheer hunger never went away, and it was so much worse without something inside of him. The emptiness that he felt now, and would continue to feel until the plug was slid inside him or the dragon started fucking him again, was a punishment as keen as any tool of torture. \n\n[i]Breathe...breathe...[/i]\n\nStruggling to keep focusing on the air going into his lungs, the reindeer kept getting distracted by the way his asshole clenched, opened, and then clenched again. All the cum that the king had left inside of him kept bubbling out, running down his ass, then over his pussy, and then down to the bed. He kept shaking his head, trying not to think about how full he was, but that was an exercise in futility if ever there was one. All he could think about was all that hot, slick seed running out of him, and how much he needed even more inside of him. \n\n\"That said, there are those that would enjoy seeing you squirt on them. They believe that a former prince's 'absolution' is worth more than the common Heretic,\" Jach said. \"Perhaps I shall let them, if you ever become boring.\"\n\n\"Mmmph...You would...humiliate me like that?\"\n\n\"I would humiliate you any which way amused me. You are, after all, public property the moment that I take my protective hand away.\"\n\nAnother obvious thing, but one that was harder to think about without something in his ass. Dino shivered, a shaky moan escaping his lips. \n\n\"Mmm, wanting another already?\"\n\n\"You know...you know I...I can't stop...\"\n\n\"Just like I know that you know I enjoy seeing you shake like someone coming off the drink.\"\n\nIt was almost like that. The mark made him an addict to anal in a way that nothing else could ever compare to. The feeling of bliss, that utter connection to religious ecstasy as soon as someone jammed their dick up his hole, was beyond any orgasm that he had ever gotten, better than any partner that he had ever had. Even Braford didn't come anywhere close to that. \n\nBraford...\n\nIt made his cheeks burn again to realize that he hadn't thought of his former lover for the last three days. Thick as thieves, and he had even promised the bull the title of Lord-Protector, and here he was, getting rutted without even thinking to ask what had become of Braford and his other friends. Dino groaned, levering himself up with one hand and shaking his head. He kept wobbling until he managed to look the other man directly in the eye. \n\n\"Braford...and my friends...\"\n\n\"They've been put somewhere...useful,\" Jach said, shaking his head. \"It isn't important.\"\n\n\"It is...to me.\"\n\n\"Heh. Then you should be well-behaved, considering that their happiness will be dependent on how well you keep me entertained. I could make their lives much harder than they need to be, and I could do that with just a snap of my fingers. But I won't...so long as you continue to know your place.\"\n\n\"...\"\n\n\"But...entertain me well, and I shall ensure that you get the chance to see them in...let's say three months. Three months from now, if I am still happy with what you do for me, I will make sure that you get the chance to see what has become of them.\"\n\n\"They are...\"\n\n\"Alive? Of course; it is heresy to kill someone with the Heretic's Brand. It would harm us far more than it would them.\" Jach shook his head. \"And it would be the politics of stupidity, to boot. It would do nothing more than prove that I am a ruler that does not deserve his throne.\"\n\n\"Mmmmph...\"\n\n\"...You have something to say, Heretic?\"\n\n\"...No,\" he muttered. \n\n\"See? You're learning already. You won't be critiquing me, nor lashing out against me. Not if you want your friends to be happy. And I know that you care about them deeply,\" the gray-scaled dragon said, shaking his head. \"But I believe we understand each other, yes?\"\n\nDino nodded. \n\n\"Good. Now. How are you feeling, hmm?\"\n\n\"Nnngh...D-desperate...\"\n\n\"How long until you are begging?\"\n\n\"I...\" He took a deep breath, forcing himself to think about it. \"I...I doubt...more than ten minutes.\"\n\n\"Try for fifteen. I will return shortly.\"\n\nHe knew better than to beg. Unless Jach asked him to beg, it did nothing but annoy the dragon. Yet, at the same time, he barely held his mouth shut as the king stood up and left the room, the door shutting with a quiet clang.\n\nIt wasn't a test. Dino used to think this was something like that, but it wasn't anything of the sort, because the only way to 'win' would have been to resist the need that filled him day in and day out ever since the Branding. It wasn't punishment, either, because he hadn't done something wrong. There was nothing to be punished for, and the dragon didn't stick around to watch it happen. No, this was neither of those things. \n\nIt was merely something that brought pleasure and amusement to the king, and that was all that he needed. He just enjoyed knowing that the prince, his former rival, was getting put through hell. \n\nDino rolled onto his back, both of his hands clenched at his sides. His ass continued to ooze cum onto his tail, and he huffed and wheezed through the raw need that flooded through his veins. His hole could not stop clenching, almost like it was trying to attract attention from people that weren't there. His pussy, wet as it could be, dribbled down to his other hole, adding lubrication that he no longer needed. \n\n[i]The Brand...[/i]\n\nThe reindeer clenched his eyes shut, wheezing through clenched lips as he shivered like a man in the full grip of a fever. The heat that ran through his veins had no mercy, and he rolled from one side to the other as he desperately resisted the urge to finger his ass. The need was there, so strong that he could almost taste it, but he held back. \n\nThe Brand was not merely punishment for those that abandoned righteousness, nor was it merely a way to give the public a free toy for their pleasure. Those that wore the Heretic's Brand were there to wash away the sins of everyone else. \n\n[i]To fuck ass is not clean...but to fuck a Heretic's ass cleanses you of your sins...[/i]\n\nThe thought still sent a shiver down his spine, and his pussy was slick as could be. Just pulling his thighs together had him dripping like mad, some of it gushing out and making the sheets cling to his ass. He rolled his head back with a whimper, forcing himself to breathe slowly, evenly, or at least, as close to it as he could. \n\nEvery time that someone fucked a Heretic's ass, they inevitably got the Heretic to cum. The Brand made that particularly easy, and no Heretic could resist the urge to have someone fuck their ass. The squirting that happened at the end was considered holy, a gift of the heavens to wash away the sin of the Granter that got the Heretic off. He moaned, shivering as he imagined how many sins his pussy had washed away from the dragon's balls, and how many more were likely to be cleansed before this was all said and done. \n\n[i]Mmmph...[/i]\n\nHe was so wet. \n\nSo hot. \n\nSo horny. \n\nThe reindeer kept sucking air, arching his back off the bed within a few minutes as his ass craved cock. The urge to be filled, to be rutted into the bed again, was almost overpowering. The only thing that kept him from ramming his fingers up his ass was the death grip that he had on the sheets, and that wasn't going to last forever. He rolled his head from side to side, his face burning, his forehead bursting with sweat as he felt himself heating up from the inside. \n\n[i]So bad...so empty...[/i]\n\nThe heats of the past had always been gentle in comparison. He'd thought them turbulent, but they had been something he could control, something he could weather. Not this, not this in the slightest. \n\n[i]Nnngh...mmmph...[/i]\n\nHe moaned, twisting his head from left to right and back again. His collar pulled tight against his neck, reminding him of the king's ownership of him as the little tag at the front clanged against his chest. His hooves kicked against the sheets as he rolled onto his side, hugging himself. \n\n[i]Please...please...[/i]\n\nThe minutes kept ticking by, and he could feel his sanity slipping bit by bit as the emptiness threatened to overwhelm him. All he needed was just a tiny thing, a hint of penetration. That would be more than enough to take the edge off. Just a little bit, just a tiny little bit for him, would get his mind off that neediness. That hunger. \n\nOne hand lost its grip, and he grabbed his ass, instead. Oh, he felt...big, big and hefty back there. He'd been blessed with curvy hips and a thick ass all his life, but he'd never paid that much attention to it before. Now, it was impossible to miss, and he moaned as he groped himself, feeling the sheer heft of his cheeks. Squeezing them, wobbling them, feeling the way that they jiggled. That must be what the king saw every time that the dragon bottomed out in him, he realized, and the idea was...not bad. \n\nHis hand moved closer. Just as he was about to ram a finger up his ass, he grabbed his hand with the other, rolling onto his side. He shivered, looking down at his fingers as they clenched and spasmed. He really was an addict, he realized, addicted to the feeling of big dicks, addicted to the feeling of getting ass-fucked. He might have been branded a Heretic, but he was more than just that. He was a complete and total ass-slut, too, a butt-slut that was kept as a possession. \n\n[i]Nnnngh...how...long...[/i]\n\nHe didn't know how long, but he knew that it couldn't be much longer. He whimpered, his head against the pillow as he fought the urge to bite down. He could last. He could, and he would, and - \n\nClick. \n\nThe door opened. Dino didn't have the strength to look up, but he knew that it had to be the king. The soft chuckle confirmed it. \n\n\"Well, well. It seems that you had the wherewithal to last as long as I said. Perhaps you are worth something, after all.\"\n\n\"I'm worth...I'm worth...quite a bit,\" Dino said, his voice shaking despite himself.\n\n\"We shall see. On all fours, little Heretic.\"\n\nHe rolled onto his side, hefting his ass up and reaching back to spread his cheeks. Even now, he could barely resist the urge to start fondling his ass again, or push his fingers further between the cheeks to tease his hole. Oh, the urge to fill it up again, to let his master see him with his cheeks spread and his hole open and filled and - \n\n[i]No, no, no, you can do better than that, you can.[/i]\n\nHe held himself as still as he could, just showing off what he had. The dragon returned to the bed, kneeling behind him, and he could feel the stare at his cheeks, his pucker, at everything. He held that position, not daring to move, holding his breath. \n\nA finger stroked between his ass cheeks, teasing his hole for a moment, then dipping down further. Pleasure faded into a strange tingle that was...kind of nice, as the dragon stroked over his pussy. It wasn't as nice as the other hole, though, not by a long shot, and he realized that he was wishing that the dragon would ignore his pussy. \n\n[i]How...how did that change...so fast...[/i]\n\n\"You are still fertile,\" Jach said. \n\n\"...Yes,\" he admitted. \n\n\"I suppose that it would not be a bad thing to allow you to bear me heirs.\"\n\n\"...H-Heirs?\" he whispered. \n\n\"Yes. You might have lost your titles, but you [i]are[/i] from Dorro's bloodline. It would not go amiss to secure my own position with some heirs that would be able to take the throne when I grow old and tired. And more to the point, it would make the people more at ease with the whole succession if I tapped into that.\"\n\n\"But...but I am -\"\n\n\"A Heretic?\" Jach chuckled, the dragon's finger worming past his pussy lips. \"All the better. I will look generous to the people, taking you as a breeder.\"\n\nHis eyes all but bugged out of their sockets at the thought. Of all the things that he'd imagined happening to him, being made to bear Jach's children had never occurred to him. His time with Braford - distant as it felt now - had always been under the assumption that children would come from adoption, if they ever came at all. Foolish as it would be for a prince to think something like that, that had been his understanding. But now –\n\nHe gritted his teeth as the dragon's finger worked its way deeper into his pussy. There was less pleasure than he expected from it, and more awareness of the humiliation in his position. It [i]did[/i] distract him ever so slightly from the lack of anything in his ass, enough to take the edge off his addiction, but it...it kept him thinking about what he was missing, what he should be doing, and...\n\n[i]Be good, and you see your friends again. Be good, and he won't make their lives worse.[/i]\n\nHe had to go along with it. If he did, then...then they would be okay. That was what he had to remember. \n\nShivering, he spread his legs out a bit further. One finger became two, and he gritted his teeth as he was finger-fucked. The feeling was so familiar, but the pleasure was so distant compared to the bliss that he had learned to enjoy with his ass. He didn't know why the difference was so extreme, but it was. There was nothing of the wonder, the heat, the rush that had come from sitting on Braford's face or letting the bull worship him. There was none of the wonder that had come from that loving coupling, none of the intense lust that he had felt all the other times that he'd played with his pussy. \n\nAnd yet, the second that Jach barely touched his pucker with his thumb, he almost buckled, his head dropping to the bed. \n\n\"Nnngh...\"\n\n\"Mmmm, quite the difference, isn't it?\" Jach whispered. \"Now that you've known the pleasure of anal, under the Heretic's Brand, nothing will ever quite compare again, will it?\"\n\n\"I...I don't want...\"\n\n\"It seems that you can still think. But we both know that the minute you get it under your tail again, you won't remember all this. When I use you like the butt-slut you are, there is nothing in that little head of yours but wanton desire...but this...this is something you [i]know[/i] you shouldn't do.\"\n\nDino's face burned as the fingers slipped out and were replaced by that too-familiar cock. He lowered his head, hearing the squelch of it sliding into his wet hole. It should have felt amazing - it had felt even better than that in his pussy - but there was just that faint, distant pleasure. It was good, there was no doubt about that, but it was faint, muted, something that didn't add up to anywhere near enough to get him off. \n\nBut it clearly felt good to the king. He rammed in up to the hilt, knocking the air fresh out of the reindeer's lungs and sending him down to the bed. He focused on breathing, keeping his head on straight as that dick popped in, out, in, out, thrusting away. There was something almost 'proper' about the way that Jach was fucking him now, as if there was intent and focus behind it. There was less teasing, more...\n\nThe only way that he could think of it was that the dragon was 'getting on with it,' as if he wanted to go back to the other, more fun stuff rather than being stuck fucking pussy. In, out, in, out, rhythmic and barely more than mechanical, the dragon still managed to keep the pleasure up. Dino wasn't drying out, but he sure as hell wasn't cumming, either. He huffed, shaking his head - \n\n\"NNNGH!\"\n\nOnly to gasp and almost cum on the spot as soon as the dragon's thumb slid up his ass. He growled deep in his throat at the intense pleasure that came with it, his breath going from even puffs to shaky, ragged things. He could barely get enough in to keep his eyes open, and his legs quivered - \n\n\"NNNGH!\"\n\nAnd then he came. Squirting, hard, all over the dragon's shaft. The rhythmic clenching inside seemed to trigger something for the king, and he leaned in, thrusting in one, two, three times before - \n\n\"Mmmph...\"\n\nHeat. It was a deep, thick heat that went right to his core, and he shivered as he realized that he'd just been bred. Maybe not impregnated, but actually [i]bred[/i], the way that a Granter was supposed to fill a Bearer. It was something that he'd never felt before, and another, deeper shame bubbled up from deep down inside him as he realized he'd given one more thing to Jach. He'd been taken, given to another in such a...a shameful way...\n\nAnd he was still so wet...\n\nAnd still so needy...\n\n\"Let me go...please...you...you...\"\n\nHe didn't even know what he was trying to ask for. To get out of the palace? The rest of the world would rip him to shreds wanting their turn with his Heretical ass. They would take him down, pin him to the streets, and rut him until he could no longer think straight. And then there were his friends to think about and everything that they were involved in. If he left, even if he could somehow save himself, there was no way that they would be okay. \n\nAnd...\n\nAnd his ass...\n\nHe groaned as Jach pulled out of him, the dragon's cock sliding free with a wet pop. The sensation of all that cum oozing out of his pussy was so different to the many creampies that he had gotten used to in his ass. There was more of his own fluids involved, and it was...thicker, somehow, and took longer to all slide out. If it all slid out. There was probably some of it deep inside his guts, maybe all the way up to the womb in there, maybe - \n\nHis shame cut that thought off before it could go any further, aided by the sheer arousal that was still bubbling under his tail. A quiet huff escaped him as the dragon wrapped his arms around the reindeer's middle, petting and stroking along his stomach. \n\n\"It will be quite the sight to see you so round...\"\n\n\"Mmmph...\"\n\n\"And I imagine that other things will grow, as well.\"\n\nDino wished that he had the self-control to not moan when his captor started rubbing his ass, or fanning his cheeks apart. It was all he could do to keep his head down and not beg for more, particularly when Jach's fingers came so close to his rim. \n\n[i]Don't beg, don't beg, don't beg![/i]\n\nEven as the brand worked on him and made him remember all the need that had been vaguely suppressed while he'd been getting bred, he tried not to give in. The submissive urge was so strong, though, and the need to just lean back and take it...let it in...give himself up - \n\n\"I wonder if this will get even bigger once you're pregnant.\"\n\nThat did it. That broke him. \n\nWith a whimper, he pushed his ass back as far as it would go, grinding the cheeks against the dragon's hands. That was more than enough to spread them wide, showing off the pucker between, and he could feel the king's breath against him. The shame of the action barely registered; his need had grown so high that his hole was squeezing, clenching again, and he needed something that would satisfy instead of the weak, distant pleasure of getting fucked in his pussy. \n\n\"Please...\"\n\n\"Say it, little Heretic.\"\n\n\"Please...fuck...fuck my ass,\" the former prince whispered. \"I...I need it in my ass...It's the only thing that works.\"\n\n\"What are you?\"\n\n\"Nnngh...b-buttslut...\"\n\n\"And?\"\n\n\"And an...an addict...\"\n\n\"One more time.\"\n\n\"Fuck my ass, please!\"\n\nThe head of his owner's cock slid up from his pussy to his asshole, and as soon as the head parted his pucker, Dino came again. He moaned, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he took the dragon's shaft deep, all but feeding on the bliss that came from fulfilling his proper purpose. In, in, in that cock went, and he swore that he came at least two more times before the dragon's balls touched his pussy again.\n\nThis was his purpose. This was what he needed. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Dino and the others are publicly fucked, only for Dino to be pulled in and kept by his enemy. \n\nTags: M/M, Male/Intersex, Vaginal, Anal, Bondage, Breeding, Cum, Orgasm, Squirting, Hypersensitive, Anal Addiction, Series, Marked, Public Sex, Domination, Dragon, Reindeer, Various Species, ",
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Heavy is the Crown Chapter 3 for Damiekinz by Draconicon
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In.
Out.
The squelching thrusts from his father's advisor kept rocking the world around him. Every time that the gray-scaled dragon bottomed out inside of him, Dino felt as if he was already in heaven, as if all the suffering of the world had fallen away and all that remained was the bliss that was promised in the afterlife. The reindeer moaned then, his breath coming in shivering gasps as he hung out of the stockades. His hooves danced against the stage and he could barely catch his breath, and his eyes were rolled back so far that he could barely see a thing.
Then Jach would pull out, and he would catch his breath again, and all the humiliation would come running back. He groaned, he whimpered, he shook his head as he tried to deny how good it felt and how much he needed it. The Brand was magic, not truth.
Then that dick was inside of him again, going all the way to the base, those balls against his pussy, and he was gone again. In, out, in, out, the cruel shaft sliding past his pucker and into his depths over and over, reminding him of his place. He believed it, then didn't, then did again, his mind on a see-saw as it tilted one way and then the other. The erotic pendulum drove him crazy, his pussy wetter than it had ever been.
Up and down the line, he could hear his friends going through their own torment. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Braford's face, the bull losing more and more of that stern, devoted look that he'd always had and looking more and more like the muscle-bound sluts that they had once looked down on together. The bull's eyes nearly had hearts in them as he took dick, his breath coming in harsh gasps. Dino looked up as one of the palace officers - a grizzly bear - leaned forward, pulling at one of the bull's horns.
"Loving it, aren't ya?" the officer grunted.
"Ah...gnnn...y-yes," the bull grunted.
"Heh, fucking knew it. Take it, Heretic. Take it and bless my balls..."
The bull moaned out loud, and Dino could only imagine what a mess his lover had just left on the bear's sac. The 'blessing' of a Heretic, as easy as it was to get, was just as heavily demanded. He shivered as he felt that cock sliding into him again, Jach once more stealing his mind with a single thrust.
When he came back to himself as it slid back out again, he heard Asmund growling and moaning, howling and roaring by turns. The bear sounded like he was possessed, flipping from being a desperate slut to being a resisting warrior. He didn't stop, and in some ways, it was almost inspiring, as if the polar bear might be the best of them, the only one that was able to resist what the mark could make them do.
Then in again. He moaned, losing track of the world, his mouth hanging open as the dragon ground against him. Hip to hip, ass to crotch, and that heavy shaft was so large and thick and long inside of him. His mouth hung open, his breath coming raggedly, his eyes rolled back as if he could cum any second just from that massive rod inside of his hole. The mark, the blessed connection to bliss, was driving him utterly mad.
Then, out.
"Mmmm, look at you...Pretending that you can hold out...pretending that you feel anything but the need to be broken..."
Jach was tormenting him, deliberately pushing him as hard as he could to see if the reindeer would break. Dino lowered his head, huffing, straining to catch his breath and trying to find some way, any way that might let him resist. He didn't want this, didn't want to be like them, but -
POP!
He gasped, his eyes going as wide as they possibly could as the dragon's cock left his ass completely. The emptiness, the slippery wetness running from his pussy, and the utter nothing that filled him - it was too much.
"Please, please, don't stop!" he begged.
"Heh, what's that, Heretic?"
"Put it back...put it back in me...please..."
The words shamed him, but they were no less true for all that. The mark, the Brand, was burning his cheeks. Not with pain, but with a hunger that would not be eased without a cock inside of him. Without being fucked, he was saner than he ever would be with a dick inside of him, but at the same time, he hungered. The urge to be fucked, filled, to just be in contact with a cock, was more than he could take.
"Please..."
"Heh...here..."
It burned him, galled him to beg his tormentor to fuck him, but as soon as the tip popped back into his hole, he felt better. The heat was still there, as well as the urge to be filled to the brim and seeded anally, but it was no longer the painful emptiness. He could at least think, even slightly, so long as something was up his asshole.
Then he heard Kantu. The bird was all but singing, whimpering and moaning, chirping with words that were barely understandable.
"Yes...yes...use me...use my noble ass...use it and bless yourselves..."
A shiver ran down his spine as he recognized the sounds of madness. There were some few Heretics that tried to resist the branding and the mind-breaking need that it brought with them. He had seen them, nearly drooling at times as they begged for another dick at the side of the road. They were always offering themselves, but they were so loose and worn-out that there were few that would take them up on their offers. Gaping, messy things, they were, and they were pitiable rather than desirable.
Kantu sounded like one of them, and that terrified him. One of his friends, broken. Not gone, but broken, desperate in a way that none of the rest of them were, just yet.
Squelch.
And then that dragon dick was all the way inside of him again, all the way up to the hilt, and he stopped thinking. He moaned, his back arching as the dragon leaned over him again. The new king kissed the back of his neck, and he reached around with one hand to cup his chin once more. Dino moaned as his head was tilted back, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he closed his eyes.
"I'm going to fuck you now. And when I finish, you will thank me, as king."
"Yes...yes, sir..."
"Now...brace yourself."
The rut was fast enough that he didn't have time to think. Every time that the dragon pulled back, he only pulled back to the middle of his shaft. Dino didn't have a chance to recover; he was always swinging between the depth of a religious orgasm and the gentle warmth of an impending orgasm. He couldn't catch his breath, grunting away every time that the dragon hilted inside of him, leaving him growling and huffing like some sort of pig in a pen.
Faster, harder, deeper, driving him right to the edge of orgasm and past it. He came, squirting again, soaking the dragon's scaly balls and leaving them drenched to the skin. He didn't know what would happen, how many times it would keep happening, but he knew that he had been claimed. His enemy had made his mark, staked his claim, and there would never be any going back.
He suffered through more orgasms, his body shaking, his mouth hanging open in a perpetual grin. The screams of his friends - pleasurable, blissful, unwanted but taken regardless - continued to fill the air, and he joined them with moaning gasps and whimpering screams of his own. The cries of pleasure filled the square outside the church, and the marking and blessing of the Heretics flowed over the balls of the Granters that came to them for their sins to be washed away.
At some point, he was filled to the brim with the dragon's seed, but that wasn't the end of it. Even as Jach pulsed, squirting inside of him, the dragon kept thrusting. The king was not done.
#
Three days later...
Dino, collared but otherwise naked, collapsed against the king's bed, his breath barely enough to keep him conscious. He laid on his side, squelching, bubbling white slowly sliding out of his ass and dribbling onto the sheets under him. He couldn't catch his breath, and he doubted that he would in less than a few minutes.
Already, the ache and addiction settled on him, reminding him of what he didn't have, what he needed. The reindeer could feel every little line of the marks on his ass, the Brand burning through him. It was never painful. Not more than a spanking would have been, at any rate. Yet, the pulsing, the throbbing, the endless reminder of what his ass was for -
Nnnngh...
He rolled his head to the side, grinding it against the sheets as he tried to keep some glimmer of sanity. In the last three days, he'd gone without dick or a plug for no more than twenty minutes, and fifteen of those twenty minutes had been a punishment for trying to deny his master the chance to fuck him. The shame of barely lasting that long was almost enough to leave him red-faced, even now, but he managed to fight off that blush.
His master, his owner, his king, walked around him to sit at the head of the bed. The dragon's leg extended off to one side, the other pulled to his chest. Jach reached for a cloth just out of sight, using it to wipe his dick clean before throwing it away.
"You're in high demand, you know," the dragon said, only to smirk and shake his head. "That is what I would say, were it not for the fact that the people have stripped you of your former title."
"Mmmph...I...I know that...already..."
"You still have enough mind to see that. Quite the mind; a pity that you never chose to use it."
Dino knew that, though it still galled him to have it pointed out. But it was obvious, really; someone that was given the Heretic's Brand was stripped of any and all titles that they once had. After all, why would anyone allow someone that was clearly a Heretic have any such right to a good life?
He huffed, grinding his face against the sheets again, his head close to the dragon's foot. He managed not to touch it, but the temptation was there. Gods, there were temptations aplenty these days, ever since he had been rutted in the public square. They pushed at him constantly, filling his mind with ideas of what he could do for more pleasure, more freedom, more cock up his ass and more anal breeding. The sheer hunger never went away, and it was so much worse without something inside of him. The emptiness that he felt now, and would continue to feel until the plug was slid inside him or the dragon started fucking him again, was a punishment as keen as any tool of torture.
Breathe...breathe...
Struggling to keep focusing on the air going into his lungs, the reindeer kept getting distracted by the way his asshole clenched, opened, and then clenched again. All the cum that the king had left inside of him kept bubbling out, running down his ass, then over his pussy, and then down to the bed. He kept shaking his head, trying not to think about how full he was, but that was an exercise in futility if ever there was one. All he could think about was all that hot, slick seed running out of him, and how much he needed even more inside of him.
"That said, there are those that would enjoy seeing you squirt on them. They believe that a former prince's 'absolution' is worth more than the common Heretic," Jach said. "Perhaps I shall let them, if you ever become boring."
"Mmmph...You would...humiliate me like that?"
"I would humiliate you any which way amused me. You are, after all, public property the moment that I take my protective hand away."
Another obvious thing, but one that was harder to think about without something in his ass. Dino shivered, a shaky moan escaping his lips.
"Mmm, wanting another already?"
"You know...you know I...I can't stop..."
"Just like I know that you know I enjoy seeing you shake like someone coming off the drink."
It was almost like that. The mark made him an addict to anal in a way that nothing else could ever compare to. The feeling of bliss, that utter connection to religious ecstasy as soon as someone jammed their dick up his hole, was beyond any orgasm that he had ever gotten, better than any partner that he had ever had. Even Braford didn't come anywhere close to that.
Braford...
It made his cheeks burn again to realize that he hadn't thought of his former lover for the last three days. Thick as thieves, and he had even promised the bull the title of Lord-Protector, and here he was, getting rutted without even thinking to ask what had become of Braford and his other friends. Dino groaned, levering himself up with one hand and shaking his head. He kept wobbling until he managed to look the other man directly in the eye.
"Braford...and my friends..."
"They've been put somewhere...useful," Jach said, shaking his head. "It isn't important."
"It is...to me."
"Heh. Then you should be well-behaved, considering that their happiness will be dependent on how well you keep me entertained. I could make their lives much harder than they need to be, and I could do that with just a snap of my fingers. But I won't...so long as you continue to know your place."
"..."
"But...entertain me well, and I shall ensure that you get the chance to see them in...let's say three months. Three months from now, if I am still happy with what you do for me, I will make sure that you get the chance to see what has become of them."
"They are..."
"Alive? Of course; it is heresy to kill someone with the Heretic's Brand. It would harm us far more than it would them." Jach shook his head. "And it would be the politics of stupidity, to boot. It would do nothing more than prove that I am a ruler that does not deserve his throne."
"Mmmmph..."
"...You have something to say, Heretic?"
"...No," he muttered.
"See? You're learning already. You won't be critiquing me, nor lashing out against me. Not if you want your friends to be happy. And I know that you care about them deeply," the gray-scaled dragon said, shaking his head. "But I believe we understand each other, yes?"
Dino nodded.
"Good. Now. How are you feeling, hmm?"
"Nnngh...D-desperate..."
"How long until you are begging?"
"I..." He took a deep breath, forcing himself to think about it. "I...I doubt...more than ten minutes."
"Try for fifteen. I will return shortly."
He knew better than to beg. Unless Jach asked him to beg, it did nothing but annoy the dragon. Yet, at the same time, he barely held his mouth shut as the king stood up and left the room, the door shutting with a quiet clang.
It wasn't a test. Dino used to think this was something like that, but it wasn't anything of the sort, because the only way to 'win' would have been to resist the need that filled him day in and day out ever since the Branding. It wasn't punishment, either, because he hadn't done something wrong. There was nothing to be punished for, and the dragon didn't stick around to watch it happen. No, this was neither of those things.
It was merely something that brought pleasure and amusement to the king, and that was all that he needed. He just enjoyed knowing that the prince, his former rival, was getting put through hell.
Dino rolled onto his back, both of his hands clenched at his sides. His ass continued to ooze cum onto his tail, and he huffed and wheezed through the raw need that flooded through his veins. His hole could not stop clenching, almost like it was trying to attract attention from people that weren't there. His pussy, wet as it could be, dribbled down to his other hole, adding lubrication that he no longer needed.
The Brand...
The reindeer clenched his eyes shut, wheezing through clenched lips as he shivered like a man in the full grip of a fever. The heat that ran through his veins had no mercy, and he rolled from one side to the other as he desperately resisted the urge to finger his ass. The need was there, so strong that he could almost taste it, but he held back.
The Brand was not merely punishment for those that abandoned righteousness, nor was it merely a way to give the public a free toy for their pleasure. Those that wore the Heretic's Brand were there to wash away the sins of everyone else.
To fuck ass is not clean...but to fuck a Heretic's ass cleanses you of your sins...
The thought still sent a shiver down his spine, and his pussy was slick as could be. Just pulling his thighs together had him dripping like mad, some of it gushing out and making the sheets cling to his ass. He rolled his head back with a whimper, forcing himself to breathe slowly, evenly, or at least, as close to it as he could.
Every time that someone fucked a Heretic's ass, they inevitably got the Heretic to cum. The Brand made that particularly easy, and no Heretic could resist the urge to have someone fuck their ass. The squirting that happened at the end was considered holy, a gift of the heavens to wash away the sin of the Granter that got the Heretic off. He moaned, shivering as he imagined how many sins his pussy had washed away from the dragon's balls, and how many more were likely to be cleansed before this was all said and done.
Mmmph...
He was so wet.
So hot.
So horny.
The reindeer kept sucking air, arching his back off the bed within a few minutes as his ass craved cock. The urge to be filled, to be rutted into the bed again, was almost overpowering. The only thing that kept him from ramming his fingers up his ass was the death grip that he had on the sheets, and that wasn't going to last forever. He rolled his head from side to side, his face burning, his forehead bursting with sweat as he felt himself heating up from the inside.
So bad...so empty...
The heats of the past had always been gentle in comparison. He'd thought them turbulent, but they had been something he could control, something he could weather. Not this, not this in the slightest.
Nnngh...mmmph...
He moaned, twisting his head from left to right and back again. His collar pulled tight against his neck, reminding him of the king's ownership of him as the little tag at the front clanged against his chest. His hooves kicked against the sheets as he rolled onto his side, hugging himself.
Please...please...
The minutes kept ticking by, and he could feel his sanity slipping bit by bit as the emptiness threatened to overwhelm him. All he needed was just a tiny thing, a hint of penetration. That would be more than enough to take the edge off. Just a little bit, just a tiny little bit for him, would get his mind off that neediness. That hunger.
One hand lost its grip, and he grabbed his ass, instead. Oh, he felt...big, big and hefty back there. He'd been blessed with curvy hips and a thick ass all his life, but he'd never paid that much attention to it before. Now, it was impossible to miss, and he moaned as he groped himself, feeling the sheer heft of his cheeks. Squeezing them, wobbling them, feeling the way that they jiggled. That must be what the king saw every time that the dragon bottomed out in him, he realized, and the idea was...not bad.
His hand moved closer. Just as he was about to ram a finger up his ass, he grabbed his hand with the other, rolling onto his side. He shivered, looking down at his fingers as they clenched and spasmed. He really was an addict, he realized, addicted to the feeling of big dicks, addicted to the feeling of getting ass-fucked. He might have been branded a Heretic, but he was more than just that. He was a complete and total ass-slut, too, a butt-slut that was kept as a possession.
Nnnngh...how...long...
He didn't know how long, but he knew that it couldn't be much longer. He whimpered, his head against the pillow as he fought the urge to bite down. He could last. He could, and he would, and -
Click.
The door opened. Dino didn't have the strength to look up, but he knew that it had to be the king. The soft chuckle confirmed it.
"Well, well. It seems that you had the wherewithal to last as long as I said. Perhaps you are worth something, after all."
"I'm worth...I'm worth...quite a bit," Dino said, his voice shaking despite himself.
"We shall see. On all fours, little Heretic."
He rolled onto his side, hefting his ass up and reaching back to spread his cheeks. Even now, he could barely resist the urge to start fondling his ass again, or push his fingers further between the cheeks to tease his hole. Oh, the urge to fill it up again, to let his master see him with his cheeks spread and his hole open and filled and -
No, no, no, you can do better than that, you can.
He held himself as still as he could, just showing off what he had. The dragon returned to the bed, kneeling behind him, and he could feel the stare at his cheeks, his pucker, at everything. He held that position, not daring to move, holding his breath.
A finger stroked between his ass cheeks, teasing his hole for a moment, then dipping down further. Pleasure faded into a strange tingle that was...kind of nice, as the dragon stroked over his pussy. It wasn't as nice as the other hole, though, not by a long shot, and he realized that he was wishing that the dragon would ignore his pussy.
How...how did that change...so fast...
"You are still fertile," Jach said.
"...Yes," he admitted.
"I suppose that it would not be a bad thing to allow you to bear me heirs."
"...H-Heirs?" he whispered.
"Yes. You might have lost your titles, but you are from Dorro's bloodline. It would not go amiss to secure my own position with some heirs that would be able to take the throne when I grow old and tired. And more to the point, it would make the people more at ease with the whole succession if I tapped into that."
"But...but I am -"
"A Heretic?" Jach chuckled, the dragon's finger worming past his pussy lips. "All the better. I will look generous to the people, taking you as a breeder."
His eyes all but bugged out of their sockets at the thought. Of all the things that he'd imagined happening to him, being made to bear Jach's children had never occurred to him. His time with Braford - distant as it felt now - had always been under the assumption that children would come from adoption, if they ever came at all. Foolish as it would be for a prince to think something like that, that had been his understanding. But now –
He gritted his teeth as the dragon's finger worked its way deeper into his pussy. There was less pleasure than he expected from it, and more awareness of the humiliation in his position. It did distract him ever so slightly from the lack of anything in his ass, enough to take the edge off his addiction, but it...it kept him thinking about what he was missing, what he should be doing, and...
Be good, and you see your friends again. Be good, and he won't make their lives worse.
He had to go along with it. If he did, then...then they would be okay. That was what he had to remember.
Shivering, he spread his legs out a bit further. One finger became two, and he gritted his teeth as he was finger-fucked. The feeling was so familiar, but the pleasure was so distant compared to the bliss that he had learned to enjoy with his ass. He didn't know why the difference was so extreme, but it was. There was nothing of the wonder, the heat, the rush that had come from sitting on Braford's face or letting the bull worship him. There was none of the wonder that had come from that loving coupling, none of the intense lust that he had felt all the other times that he'd played with his pussy.
And yet, the second that Jach barely touched his pucker with his thumb, he almost buckled, his head dropping to the bed.
"Nnngh..."
"Mmmm, quite the difference, isn't it?" Jach whispered. "Now that you've known the pleasure of anal, under the Heretic's Brand, nothing will ever quite compare again, will it?"
"I...I don't want..."
"It seems that you can still think. But we both know that the minute you get it under your tail again, you won't remember all this. When I use you like the butt-slut you are, there is nothing in that little head of yours but wanton desire...but this...this is something you know you shouldn't do."
Dino's face burned as the fingers slipped out and were replaced by that too-familiar cock. He lowered his head, hearing the squelch of it sliding into his wet hole. It should have felt amazing - it had felt even better than that in his pussy - but there was just that faint, distant pleasure. It was good, there was no doubt about that, but it was faint, muted, something that didn't add up to anywhere near enough to get him off.
But it clearly felt good to the king. He rammed in up to the hilt, knocking the air fresh out of the reindeer's lungs and sending him down to the bed. He focused on breathing, keeping his head on straight as that dick popped in, out, in, out, thrusting away. There was something almost 'proper' about the way that Jach was fucking him now, as if there was intent and focus behind it. There was less teasing, more...
The only way that he could think of it was that the dragon was 'getting on with it,' as if he wanted to go back to the other, more fun stuff rather than being stuck fucking pussy. In, out, in, out, rhythmic and barely more than mechanical, the dragon still managed to keep the pleasure up. Dino wasn't drying out, but he sure as hell wasn't cumming, either. He huffed, shaking his head -
"NNNGH!"
Only to gasp and almost cum on the spot as soon as the dragon's thumb slid up his ass. He growled deep in his throat at the intense pleasure that came with it, his breath going from even puffs to shaky, ragged things. He could barely get enough in to keep his eyes open, and his legs quivered -
"NNNGH!"
And then he came. Squirting, hard, all over the dragon's shaft. The rhythmic clenching inside seemed to trigger something for the king, and he leaned in, thrusting in one, two, three times before -
"Mmmph..."
Heat. It was a deep, thick heat that went right to his core, and he shivered as he realized that he'd just been bred. Maybe not impregnated, but actually bred, the way that a Granter was supposed to fill a Bearer. It was something that he'd never felt before, and another, deeper shame bubbled up from deep down inside him as he realized he'd given one more thing to Jach. He'd been taken, given to another in such a...a shameful way...
And he was still so wet...
And still so needy...
"Let me go...please...you...you..."
He didn't even know what he was trying to ask for. To get out of the palace? The rest of the world would rip him to shreds wanting their turn with his Heretical ass. They would take him down, pin him to the streets, and rut him until he could no longer think straight. And then there were his friends to think about and everything that they were involved in. If he left, even if he could somehow save himself, there was no way that they would be okay.
And...
And his ass...
He groaned as Jach pulled out of him, the dragon's cock sliding free with a wet pop. The sensation of all that cum oozing out of his pussy was so different to the many creampies that he had gotten used to in his ass. There was more of his own fluids involved, and it was...thicker, somehow, and took longer to all slide out. If it all slid out. There was probably some of it deep inside his guts, maybe all the way up to the womb in there, maybe -
His shame cut that thought off before it could go any further, aided by the sheer arousal that was still bubbling under his tail. A quiet huff escaped him as the dragon wrapped his arms around the reindeer's middle, petting and stroking along his stomach.
"It will be quite the sight to see you so round..."
"Mmmph..."
"And I imagine that other things will grow, as well."
Dino wished that he had the self-control to not moan when his captor started rubbing his ass, or fanning his cheeks apart. It was all he could do to keep his head down and not beg for more, particularly when Jach's fingers came so close to his rim.
Don't beg, don't beg, don't beg!
Even as the brand worked on him and made him remember all the need that had been vaguely suppressed while he'd been getting bred, he tried not to give in. The submissive urge was so strong, though, and the need to just lean back and take it...let it in...give himself up -
"I wonder if this will get even bigger once you're pregnant."
That did it. That broke him.
With a whimper, he pushed his ass back as far as it would go, grinding the cheeks against the dragon's hands. That was more than enough to spread them wide, showing off the pucker between, and he could feel the king's breath against him. The shame of the action barely registered; his need had grown so high that his hole was squeezing, clenching again, and he needed something that would satisfy instead of the weak, distant pleasure of getting fucked in his pussy.
"Please..."
"Say it, little Heretic."
"Please...fuck...fuck my ass," the former prince whispered. "I...I need it in my ass...It's the only thing that works."
"What are you?"
"Nnngh...b-buttslut..."
"And?"
"And an...an addict..."
"One more time."
"Fuck my ass, please!"
The head of his owner's cock slid up from his pussy to his asshole, and as soon as the head parted his pucker, Dino came again. He moaned, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he took the dragon's shaft deep, all but feeding on the bliss that came from fulfilling his proper purpose. In, in, in that cock went, and he swore that he came at least two more times before the dragon's balls touched his pussy again.
This was his purpose. This was what he needed.
The End
Summary: Dino and the others are publicly fucked, only for Dino to be pulled in and kept by his enemy.