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"writing": "[b][u][center]Heavy is the Crown\nChapter 4\nfor Damiekinz\nby Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nThree months passed, and in that time, Dino was bred time and time again until it took. The collar remained around his neck, and the Brand burned at his mind constantly. There was no getting away from the anal heat, nor from the need to be filled. At times, he was able to hold off from begging for nearly an hour, yet at others, he could barely last ten minutes before he was shrieking for his master and owner to fill him again. The constant need that the Brand brought him made him feel more and more like a true Heretic instead of it being something the king had saddled him with. \n\nAs his belly bulge grew over the three months, he was used again and again. Seldom vaginally - there was little point in breeding a Heretic except to punish them - but frequently in many other ways. He was taught how to suck cock, how to worship balls, and how to give his owner pleasure. Jach dragged him about from meeting to meeting, showing him off, letting everyone see what had become of the former prince, and made it clear that this was his life from now on. The hungry eyes of the other nobles made it clear that they would be quite happy to use him - not take him, but use him - if they were ever given the opportunity, and Jach made it just as clear that he would allow it if Dino ever stopped being interesting enough to keep in his own bed. \n\nSo, Dino learned. The reindeer made it his goal in life to be as interesting and seductive and pleasurable as it was possible to be. He studied the way that the dragon used him, learned the tricks and tells that Jach had for what he wanted at any given time, and learned how to show off and offer himself without being commanded. \n\nAt first, he told himself that it was just self-preservation, that he wanted to keep what little privilege and power that he had. It was just part of making sure that he didn't lose the few things that he could still enjoy, the few things that brought him sanity and comfort. It was an easy lie to believe, particularly since it was true, at first. \n\nBut as the months went by, more and more, it ceased to be. The urge to obey for the sake of safety became the urge to obey for the sake of itself. There was less a fear of what would happen if he fucked up and more of a desire to be good for the sake of being obedient. There was no need to fear what would happen if he was always good, after all, and that led him further and further down the rabbit hole of submission, right up to the point of - \n\n\"Ah...ah...ah...\"\n\nWhere he was today, his belly big enough to be obvious, his ass spread around the dragon's cock, and his cheeks burning as he rode the king's shaft in the middle of a meeting with the high nobles and the royal councilors of the day. He tried to close his eyes, but every time that he managed to tune out the talking around him, the master slapped his ass and brought him back to the moment. It was impossible to stay tuned out to the world forever, particularly - \n\nCRACK!\n\n\"Nnnngh!\"\n\nHe whimpered, arching his back as he clamped down on Jach's cock, his master's shaft keeping his Branded rump spread wide. He moaned, his tongue hanging out as he was reminded of how big it was, and how good it felt, and...and...\n\nHoly bliss, holy wonder. It was always there when he was riding the dragon's cock. He moaned, wriggling back, grinding his ass against the king's shaft and the base of the long rod. Oh, it was nice and big inside of him, and he was already filled with a swell of pre-cum. He squelched every time that he moved, and he loved the feeling of the slick heat inside. There was something eminently right about that, and the constant dribble of his own juices washed the sins from the king's balls. \n\n[i]Heretic. I am a Heretic. It is my purpose to wash the sins from the others in this world...[/i]\n\nThat was the teaching of the church, and that had been embedded deep in his brain. It made it all the more acceptable to be used as an anal whore, someone whose ass eased the consciences of the other men of Espos. \n\n\"Your Majesty.\"\n\nStill panting from the simple pleasure of being filled to the brim, Dino managed to lift his head just enough to look at the arctic fox who'd spoken up. The noble - one of the higher-ranking Dukes of the kingdom, if he remembered right - bowed at the waist as the dragon followed the reindeer's gesture. \n\n\"Your Majesty. If I might take a moment before we move on to the next topic of this council?\"\n\n\"You may,\" Jach said, and Dino still couldn't get over how the king managed to sound as if he wasn't fucking someone at all. \n\n\"I would like to applaud you on the mercy that you have shown to this Heretic. It would be magnanimous enough for you to bring a criminal back into your house after what they had done - after what this former prince had done - but the fact that you have offered him the chance to be bred with your heirs is beyond kindness. The realm has been abuzz with praise for your decision, and they consider you most merciful and grand.\"\n\n\"I merely do what is right for the land,\" the dragon said, bowing his head with a small chuckle. \"And besides, it is best that Heretics be used for something. This one would be in trouble on the streets, and it is better for him that he stay somewhere safe.\"\n\n\"He should be grateful to you. Is he?\"\n\n\"Ask him yourself,\" the dragon said, shaking his head. \"Tell him, little Heretic. Are you grateful for what you've been given?\"\n\nDino could barely bring himself to speak with his master's cock buried so deep inside of him. There was a pleasure that could only be gained from being used, filled, and the Brand made sure that he felt it every time. There were moments when he swore that the cock in his ass made the Brand glow like the sun, as if he was enlightened and filled with the greatest of blessings. He shivered, trying to find his air - \n\n\"Mmmph...\"\n\nGetting groped was a distraction, but he managed to speak past it. He rested his hands on his stomach, getting the air to push the words from his lips. \n\n\"I am most...most thankful to the king...for giving me the chance to make good on my sins...I can never wash away the things that I did...but in service to him...I can be made better. One day...one day, I may atone...\"\n\nThe fox nodded, sitting down again. The rest of the meeting continued, but Dino could barely hear them. The faintest bit of the prince that he had once was wanted to know what was happening to Espos, what the rulings of the new king would do to his people, but there was no energy for him to stay attentive. All of his energy and attention went right back down to his hole, to the holy purpose that he had of tending to that cock, and - \n\nUp. \n\nThe dragon's hands moved him, gripping his hips as if he was nothing more than a toy. The size difference between them - him less than five and a half feet tall, the dragon standing seven feet - was enough to make him a plaything. All the way up, tugging right at the tip, and then -\n\nSquelch. \n\n\"Nnnngh...\"\n\nDino moaned as he came right then and there, squirting over the king's balls. The constant pleasure of that shaft was the core of his life, the foundation of his being, the purpose that he had been born to serve. He was...he was nothing but a butt-slut...nothing but the king's personal means of washing away his sins...\n\nThe meeting continued. Sometimes, he would ride that shaft, taking it all the way from tip to hilt, but other times, he would sit in place. Still other times he would be moved around. There were even times when the king demanded that he use his hole and nothing more, clenching down and milking at that cock with his inner walls and not moving at all. \n\nHe had learned much as a butt-slut. He knew every trick, and he was happy, beyond happy, to give his master what he had learned in pleasure. \n\nUp. \n\nDown. \n\nUp. \n\nDown. \n\nThe eyes of the council followed him, and he knew - somewhere, somehow - that this was the king's way of keeping an eye on his supporters. Anyone that paused or hesitated with the debauched display going on before them was called out. Those that showed even a moment of sympathy - rare, but it had happened, twice - were never seen again. Dino was the acid test for the councilors, and Jach wielded him like the tool that he was. \n\nThere was no shame in the reindeer's mind for being used. It was the place of a Heretic to be nothing but a tool, after all, nothing but a toy. \n\nYet, beneath all the pleasure, beneath all the brainwashing that he had done to himself over the years, there was still one more hope, one more reason to obey. The deal that he had made with his master still loomed in his mind. \n\n[i]Three months. Three months of good behavior, and he'll let me see my friends again.[/i]\n\nIt had to be close to three months now. He was all but sure that it was, though his hazy thoughts made it hard to be sure. Yet his belly bulge and the size of his pregnancy made it clear that it had to be near that. More than two months, but not yet four. It had to be...\n\nHad to be...\n\n#\n\nDino wasn't sure when the world shifted from the council chamber to the king's bedroom, but the first notice he had that things [i]had[/i] changed was the feeling of the enchanted plug in his ass and the taste of a cock down his throat. The reindeer groaned, opening his eyes and staring up at the gray-scaled dragon with bleary vision. He could barely see, barely think, and he shivered as he felt each thrust down his throat as his mouth was put to use. \n\n[i]Mmmph...[/i]\n\nThat was getting more and more common. The Brand made it impossible for him to stay sane for long; the only times when he could keep his head clear were when he was just barely filled or with the smallest of the plugs that the king made him use. Anything else - empty, filled, or rutted - scrambled his mind with the holy pleasure of the mark. It was as if he wasn't allowed to be sane, wasn't allowed to think of anything but his ass and his purpose. \n\nHe had lost count of the number of times he'd been in one room and then realized he was somewhere else with nothing to bridge the memories. He knew that it was part of his training, part of the conditioning that the king wanted him to go through, and he knew that there was an eager part of his mind that was willing to go through with it, but - \n\n\"Mmmph...\"\n\nHe groaned as the pressure of the plug rolled just enough to hit another sensitive spot. It buzzed with magical power, humming louder and louder. Dino leaned further down his master's cock, taking it all the way into the back of his throat as he felt his orgasm coming. Closing his eyes, he forced himself to keep swallowing, harder, harder, until -\n\n\"NNGH!\"\n\nHe moaned around the thick cock, huffing as he came and squirted again. The king's chamber was marked heavily with the scent of sex, with the heavier musk of the Granter shaft that he had taken time and after time, and the softer, gentler musk of his own pussy. The smell never entirely went away, no matter how many servants came in to clean the place up. There were days when he wondered if the room would ever smell pristine again with all the use that the king got out of him. \n\nAs he came down from his orgasm, Jach reached down and grabbed him by one of his antlers. He let the king tilt his head back, his lips still locked around the head of the dragon's cock. The king fixed him with an amused stare. \n\n\"Do you know how long it has been? Since you've been branded?\"\n\nHe shook his head as best he could without taking his head away. \n\n\"It was 89 days, last night.\"\n\n\"...\"\n\n\"Which means that tonight marks the three months since we've made our deal.\"\n\n\"Mmm?\"\n\n\"Do you remember the deal?\"\n\nDino nodded. \n\n\"Good, good. You haven't completely lost yourself to your mark. I would be rather bored without our game.\" Jach shook his head. \"Unfortunately, your friends have been scattered across the map, sent back to where they belong. The only one that's anywhere near is that bull of yours, but he is rather...indisposed, at the moment.\"\n\n\"Mmmph...\"\n\n\"Heh, but fear not. For I am a dragon of my word, and I shall still allow you that which I promised. My magic will let you observe their fates.\"\n\nHe tried to turn, but Jach held him down with one hand, keeping his mouth just barely over the head. \n\n\"Don't stop. I am not finished yet, and you still have work to do.\"\n\nHe didn't have much of a choice, but he kept his head down, regardless. He could still taste the pleasure of the other male, and the constant dribble of pre-cum along his tongue had become...something of a pleasure in its own way. It didn't compare to the raw bliss of that cock up his ass or the pre-cum running through him that way, but it was better than not being touched at all. \n\nAs he kept dragging his tongue along the head, the dragon lifted his other hand and gestured off to the side. The same shadowy tendrils that had bound him and his friends all those months ago came to the dragon's call, and they twisted up and about, forming a vaguely rectangular shape that hovered in mid-air. \n\n\"Let's start with that lover of yours first, hmm? Braford, I believe his name was?\" Jach said. \n\n\"Mmm-hmm...\"\n\n\"The bodyguard. Yes. Quite the disgraced figure, when you think about it. He had served the old king, and yet, he decided that he would side with a rebellious prince rather than with the side of law and order. The things that could have been done with him, the punishments that might have landed on his shoulders...\n\n\"But he was your lover. He could not see the truth through his passion for you. He had to learn what passion would bring a man. And the best place for that, I decided, would be the barracks. I decided to let his former comrades decide his fate.\"\n\nThe rectangular shape shimmered, slowly taking on color and further shapes. Dino could just make out the rough shapes of the barracks, with the long beds that were slammed against the walls and the small aisles between each. They were as familiar now as the day when he'd met Braford as a teenager, back when the bull had still been one of the apprentice guards to the king, before they had become close. It was as vivid now as it was then, but this time...\n\nThis time, there was a hole in the wall, and there was a familiar Branded rump sticking out of it. \n\nHis breath caught in his throat as he watched as a soldier - a tall, powerful wolf, closer to a dire species than the cuddlier small ones - rammed in, out, in, out. A thick knot popped past the bull's rim again and again, pulling on it and stretching it out. The sheer puffiness of the pucker itself was hard to look away from, and he blushed as he realized just how many times Braford must have been fucked like that. \n\nThere was no sound, but he knew that there must have been a lot of banter about the whole thing going on. The soldiers were hardly a modest bunch, and he knew that most of them harbored some jealousy for those assigned as royal bodyguards. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he thought about what they must have said to the bull when they first got him, how they must have fondled him and used him that first night. \n\n\"Mmmph...\"\n\n\"I've been told that he still has enough of a mind to beg for cock,\" the dragon said, shoving him down for a moment to take the whole cock before dragging him back to the tip. \"But there is little memory of you. I imagine that all the cocks that he has taken has replaced his love for your cunt. There is, after all, only so much pleasure in being loyal to someone that cannot be there for them.\"\n\nHis cheeks burned at the implications. Seeing his lover being fucked, seeing him taking such obvious pleasure from being dicked down and knot-fucked, sent a sickly, twisted pleasure through his own core. He wasn't even entirely sure what he was feeling, but he knew that his own pussy was wet from more than the toy in his ass at that moment. The sight of his bull being fucked, the sight of that slick pussy getting wetter and wetter as the dire wolf rutted him, gave him feelings that he didn't have words for. He both wanted to look away and didn't want to miss a thing. \n\nIn, out, in, out, always getting faster and faster, right up to the point where the wolf rammed that knot in. The familiar spasms of pleasure rocked the barely-visible bull, his ass cheeks clenching tight before his pussy squirted over those hairy, fluffy balls. The sheer soaking that they got told him that the barracks must have been in a state worse than the king's stateroom. The smell of pussy and cock would have been all that anyone could smell there. \n\nThe wolf pulled out without ceremony, the knot popping free of his lover's hole. The sight of the rim - pink and inflamed, rubbed raw and made puffy, like a donut - was enough to make his own ass clench down on the toy inside, all too aware of what might happen to his own hole if he ever defied his master. There were many that would be far rougher on him than the dragon was, and that was something that he was keen to avoid...\n\nFor now, at least. He didn't know if his corruption would make him fall further, or if he would eventually lose himself completely. All he knew was that he was still somewhat sane, and he was desperate to keep hold of that meager bit of safety. \n\nThe view on the square pulled back, giving him the chance to see a line of soldiers waiting to take the first wolf's turn. There were all kinds of species gathered there, from horses to wolves to other bulls. All of them were Granters, all waiting for the chance to burn off some stress with the other male. \n\n\"It is said that a Bearer marked with the Brand will wash away all the sins of those that use them,\" Jach said, idly grinding him down again before pulling him up once more. \"I wonder, do you think that there's enough years in the world for the soldiers to wash away all their sins that way? Or do you think that they're just happy for some free ass without the taboo behind it?\"\n\nDino didn't answer. He didn't have the words for it. No good man should want to fuck someone else's ass, but at the same time, he couldn't deny that his own hole burned for more use. The toy was holding strong, giving him pleasure, keeping him from feeling the withdrawal symptoms that he always had when he was empty, but it wasn't the same as being fucked. \n\nYet, he still watched as his former lover was taken by other men. The humiliation of seeing his bull getting off so hard, cumming with someone's cock rather than his touch, was enough to leave his face burning like the sun. He was less, so much less; he'd never gotten Braford off like that, and the passion in the bull's arched back - what little he could see of it sticking out the hole - told him that he'd never gotten his lover to feel pleasure like that. \n\nHe was humiliated, utterly humiliated, and yet, he couldn't even feel betrayed. For he was no better, considering the pleasure that he got out of being with Jach. \n\nHe lowered his head down, sucking that shaft to the base, taking a moment to catch his breath. It was difficult, considering the absolute humiliation of knowing how utterly replaced he had been, but he had to gather himself or he would break from - \n\n\"Now, let us look at the bear, hmm? Asmund, was it?\"\n\nHe grunted. \n\n\"Yes, Asmund. The exiled warrior, the one that thought that he should have royal backing to take back his place of pride in his homeland. The one that you would have started a war over, just because he was your friend.\"\n\nDino didn't say a word. \n\n\"Don't deny it. We both know that would have happened, with your passion and your idealism. So, what did I do?\" Jach smiled. \"I sent him back. Privately, quietly, sending him to the rival that had banished him in the first place. But...I also told his rival what his plan had been.\"\n\nThe reindeer froze in mid head-bob. Asmund hadn't even told him the plans that were in place for when he went home. Admittedly, Dino had never bothered to ask, but he assumed that it would be as simple as a push to take back what he had lost. Was it something else?\n\n\"And his rival - another polar bear - didn't take kindly to finding out that Asmund planned to replace him, becoming chieftain and perhaps more. As soon as he arrived, he was taken and - well, I'll let you see for yourself.\"\n\nThe dark rectangle in the air twisted again, losing its shadowy shade and becoming a blend of white and orange. Fire and snow, he realized, outside, out in the open air, where the world was cold and the land frozen. The image resolved itself gradually, slowly swirling around until - \n\nThere. It was Asmund, alright, but Asmund was completely naked, his loincloth thrown off to the side and his belly swollen with the first of who knew how many young. The swell of his stomach, pushed out in a way that wasn't that different to Dino's, pinned him to the ground, and his legs were spread around the hips of a polar bear Granter, a dick sliding deep inside - \n\nHe could almost hear Asmund grunting, huffing, growling in protest, but the polar bear's pussy was as wet as could be, shimmering despite the icy air around them. All about the Granter giving Asmund a dicking were other polar bears, watching, their heads either cocked to the side or their lips pulled back in knowing smiles. \n\n\"He's become the chieftain's slave, used regularly to make sure that he knows his place. I hear that there have been hunting expeditions that have left the bear tied up and exposed, untouched, unfilled, for hours.\"\n\n\"Mmmph...nnngh...\"\n\n\"Yes, I've heard that his pleas for cock were particularly needful when they returned. The chieftain apparently decided to break him through a combination of utter denial followed by deep indulgence. And it seems to be working. Look at his face.\"\n\nThere was no missing it. Even as he was forced to keep bobbing up and down the dragon's dick, Dino could see that the defiance on Asmund's face was all for show, and that it was far weaker than it once was. The rage that he expected was missing, replaced by nothing more than aroused shame, and even that was slowly fading. \n\nWith the bear on his back, his legs spread over the kneeling chieftain's hips, he was easy to rut. The chieftain kept rolling his hips forward, fucking him, filling him, pushing a thick, dark dick between those pillowy, white-furred ass cheeks. Every time that the chief bottomed out, Asmund clearly bit back a moan, and every few thrusts, it looked like his friend was cumming again, squirting, oozing against the chieftain's cock and balls and belly. \n\n\"I would not call that one a warrior any longer,\" Jach said, waving his hand and dismissing the image. \"I think that you can see what he has become.\"\n\n\"...\"\n\n\"Are you afraid of what has happened to your last friend? The lower-ranking noble, the harpy eagle?\"\n\nFear was a good word for it. He had hoped that his friends would have some measure of resistance, at least. What they would have done with it, he didn't know, but he would have preferred to see that than the endless debauchery and clear humiliation and pleasure that they were going through. \n\n[i]Did I hope that they would save me?[/i] he wondered. [i]Did I think...[/i]\n\nA brand new shame ran through him. Oh, he had. He had hoped that, somehow, one of them might have been able to resist and come for him. There was no plan, no great hope beyond that, but he'd thought...he'd thought...\n\n\"I sent your bird home again. His family was quite keen to have him back, even as a Heretic. They had many a breeding contract pending, hoping for someone from their bloodline. It meant that they didn't get as much as they were hoping for, but something was still better than nothing. Here, look at his fate.\"\n\nThe shimmering rectangle changed one more time. This time, it was more intimate, a single room with Kantu and another bird, an eagle. The white-feathered stranger had one hand on a leash, pulled tight around the harpy eagle's throat, and - \n\n[i]Oh...gods...[/i]\n\nKantu was seated on the eagle's lap, and at first, it had looked so normal, so natural, almost affectionate. But then he saw the hood. \n\n[i]Oh...gods...[/i]\n\nIt was as demeaning as it could get. A falconer's hood, thick and made of strong leather, stitched together with silver, covered Kantu's face from his head down to the edges of his beak. It covered his eyes completely, blinding him and taming him. It looked like it was forcing him to relax, to stay 'calm' as he was used, and the leash and collar around his neck made it all the more obvious that it was one more part of the 'game' that his new owner was playing. \n\n\"He was sold off for breeding, as you can see, and he seems quite...proficient. Observe.\"\n\nThe harpy eagle was pregnant, he could see that much, but unlike with Asmund, the bird's stomach was distended with eggs, and many of them. There were clear bulge differences, each one with a little pebbly-bit that made them stand out against the bird's belly. He must have been bred many a time to be filled with so many, and the sight of it was enough to make Dino more aware of the bulge that he had, and the child - or maybe children - that he carried for the dragon above him. \n\nThe bird rose at the tug of the leash, sliding up, up, up. His pussy was untouched, yet still dripped as he rose up on his tiptoes, going higher and higher until - \n\nThe eagle tugged the leash, and the harpy eagle dropped. He landed with a thud that Dino could hear in the back of his head, thumping onto the other man's crotch, and the harpy eagle threw back his head with a silent cry. The impact clearly ran through him, and - \n\nAnd then the first egg appeared. \n\nDino's eyes went wider and wider as he tried to remember to keep sucking the dragon's cock, but it was almost impossible to focus on the dick in his mouth as he watched the first white-shelled egg poke past his friend's pussy lips. It spread them wider and wider for a few seconds, then started to suck back in as the harpy eagle went up again. Up, up, up, that cock seemingly buried deep in his ass as he rose higher and higher until - \n\nThump. \n\nDown again, squawking again, the egg pushing further out. It strained right at the end, the sheer size of it making him wonder how his old friend could even take something like that, how it was supposed to come out without hurting him. Yet, there was no sign of pain. There was nothing but pleasure on the little bit of the bird's face that he could see, and he tried and failed to catch his breath at the way that egg kept coming out further, further, further until - \n\nPOP!\n\nHe couldn't hear it, but he could imagine it. The egg fell free, dropping out of sight, and Kantu arched his back as if he was cumming. \n\n\"It seems that this one managed to learn how to take pleasure from more than anal. I am not sure how he managed it, but it certainly has the church interested. It is a rare Heretic that can find pleasure in anything after the Brand has been applied,\" Jach said, shaking his head. \"But it is certainly a show to watch.\"\n\nThe dragon flicked his finger, and the view panned down. Eggs, dozens of them, littered the floor. Another joined the one that had just fallen out, and Dino realized that his old friend must have been getting bred at an insane pace. How many eggs had he already laid? How many children had he already been forced to push out? \n\nThe answer did not come. The spell faded as the dragon dismissed it, leaving them alone in the bedroom again. \n\nDino was lost in his own head. For all that he'd known that his friends had been punished in different ways to him, he'd never taken the time to think about how bad it might be even if he kept up his side of the deal. Oh, he knew that Jach could have made it so much worse, and that the dragon would have done just that if he hadn't kept to his side of things, but seeing what was considered 'mercy' for his long-time friends sent a shiver down his spine. \n\n[i]I should never have brought them in on this. I should -[/i]\n\n\"Now, now. I did tell you to keep going. If you can't keep up with your mouth, I suppose I'll have to make do with your ass again.\"\n\nDino groaned as his master slid his cock free. The feeling of having his mouth open again wasn’t bad, nor did he entirely miss the feeling of cock sliding along his tongue and into his throat, but -\n\nPOP!\n\nBut it was the sudden loss of something in his ass that really left him squirming. He gasped as it came loose, his hole empty of everything that it needed. His hips fell, hitting the bed, and his pussy clenched on nothing. His asshole gaped for a second or two, weak muscle spasms running through the inner walls, his need growing by the second as he lost the only tool he had to slake his addiction. \n\n“Nnngh…no…please…”\n\n“You need it already?”\n\n“Nnngh, master, I can’t. Please…”\n\n“Say it. You know what you are.”\n\n“Your butt-slut. Your toy. Your plaything. Your ass-slut.”\n\n“And?”\n\n“Yours. Yours. Yours. Yours.”\n\nThe words came in a flood as his fingers clenched and unclenched, his muscles spasming as he was dropped into that raggedy, desperate space without warning and without mercy. He arched his back, offering his rump up to the dragon, and to his great relief, the king took it without making him wait for long. The strong fingers along his cheeks, the gropes that followed, the gentle touch and spread of the dragon’s thumbs on his hole – it helped soothe away some of the desperation that the plug’s removal caused. \n\n“Mmm, curvy already. And I imagine you’ll get wider and wider still as your pregnancy continues. Once you’ve popped out a few heirs for me, you’ll look even better, I think.”\n\n“Nnngh. Thank you, sir, please, fuck me, master.”\n\n“Yes, yes…”\n\nThe king’s cock was just as hot as he remembered it being in his mouth, and just as hard and slippery. It rubbed against his pucker, teasing him, taunting him with the possibility of being full again -\n\nThen it squelched in, sliding in with ease. The Brand activated, dropping him back into that happy place as he took that first thrust with ease, and the second, and the third. By the fourth, he had forgotten all his shame, all his guilt, all his worries about his friends, and the pleasure of the dragon’s cock between his cheeks was all that mattered. \n\nIn. \n\nOut. \n\nIn. \n\nOut. \n\nSuch was the life of a Heretic. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: The end of this little four-parter, and the end of Dino’s hopes. \n\nTags: M/M, M/Intersex, Bad End, Evil Wins, Vaginal, Anal, Orgasm, Cum, Squirt, Humiliation, Punishment, Polar Bear, Eagle, Bird, Reindeer, Dragon, Bull, Hole in the Wall, Man with a Pussy, Creampie, Breeding, Eggs, ",
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Heavy is the Crown Chapter 4 for Damiekinz by Draconicon
Three months passed, and in that time, Dino was bred time and time again until it took. The collar remained around his neck, and the Brand burned at his mind constantly. There was no getting away from the anal heat, nor from the need to be filled. At times, he was able to hold off from begging for nearly an hour, yet at others, he could barely last ten minutes before he was shrieking for his master and owner to fill him again. The constant need that the Brand brought him made him feel more and more like a true Heretic instead of it being something the king had saddled him with.
As his belly bulge grew over the three months, he was used again and again. Seldom vaginally - there was little point in breeding a Heretic except to punish them - but frequently in many other ways. He was taught how to suck cock, how to worship balls, and how to give his owner pleasure. Jach dragged him about from meeting to meeting, showing him off, letting everyone see what had become of the former prince, and made it clear that this was his life from now on. The hungry eyes of the other nobles made it clear that they would be quite happy to use him - not take him, but use him - if they were ever given the opportunity, and Jach made it just as clear that he would allow it if Dino ever stopped being interesting enough to keep in his own bed.
So, Dino learned. The reindeer made it his goal in life to be as interesting and seductive and pleasurable as it was possible to be. He studied the way that the dragon used him, learned the tricks and tells that Jach had for what he wanted at any given time, and learned how to show off and offer himself without being commanded.
At first, he told himself that it was just self-preservation, that he wanted to keep what little privilege and power that he had. It was just part of making sure that he didn't lose the few things that he could still enjoy, the few things that brought him sanity and comfort. It was an easy lie to believe, particularly since it was true, at first.
But as the months went by, more and more, it ceased to be. The urge to obey for the sake of safety became the urge to obey for the sake of itself. There was less a fear of what would happen if he fucked up and more of a desire to be good for the sake of being obedient. There was no need to fear what would happen if he was always good, after all, and that led him further and further down the rabbit hole of submission, right up to the point of -
"Ah...ah...ah..."
Where he was today, his belly big enough to be obvious, his ass spread around the dragon's cock, and his cheeks burning as he rode the king's shaft in the middle of a meeting with the high nobles and the royal councilors of the day. He tried to close his eyes, but every time that he managed to tune out the talking around him, the master slapped his ass and brought him back to the moment. It was impossible to stay tuned out to the world forever, particularly -
CRACK!
"Nnnngh!"
He whimpered, arching his back as he clamped down on Jach's cock, his master's shaft keeping his Branded rump spread wide. He moaned, his tongue hanging out as he was reminded of how big it was, and how good it felt, and...and...
Holy bliss, holy wonder. It was always there when he was riding the dragon's cock. He moaned, wriggling back, grinding his ass against the king's shaft and the base of the long rod. Oh, it was nice and big inside of him, and he was already filled with a swell of pre-cum. He squelched every time that he moved, and he loved the feeling of the slick heat inside. There was something eminently right about that, and the constant dribble of his own juices washed the sins from the king's balls.
Heretic. I am a Heretic. It is my purpose to wash the sins from the others in this world...
That was the teaching of the church, and that had been embedded deep in his brain. It made it all the more acceptable to be used as an anal whore, someone whose ass eased the consciences of the other men of Espos.
"Your Majesty."
Still panting from the simple pleasure of being filled to the brim, Dino managed to lift his head just enough to look at the arctic fox who'd spoken up. The noble - one of the higher-ranking Dukes of the kingdom, if he remembered right - bowed at the waist as the dragon followed the reindeer's gesture.
"Your Majesty. If I might take a moment before we move on to the next topic of this council?"
"You may," Jach said, and Dino still couldn't get over how the king managed to sound as if he wasn't fucking someone at all.
"I would like to applaud you on the mercy that you have shown to this Heretic. It would be magnanimous enough for you to bring a criminal back into your house after what they had done - after what this former prince had done - but the fact that you have offered him the chance to be bred with your heirs is beyond kindness. The realm has been abuzz with praise for your decision, and they consider you most merciful and grand."
"I merely do what is right for the land," the dragon said, bowing his head with a small chuckle. "And besides, it is best that Heretics be used for something. This one would be in trouble on the streets, and it is better for him that he stay somewhere safe."
"He should be grateful to you. Is he?"
"Ask him yourself," the dragon said, shaking his head. "Tell him, little Heretic. Are you grateful for what you've been given?"
Dino could barely bring himself to speak with his master's cock buried so deep inside of him. There was a pleasure that could only be gained from being used, filled, and the Brand made sure that he felt it every time. There were moments when he swore that the cock in his ass made the Brand glow like the sun, as if he was enlightened and filled with the greatest of blessings. He shivered, trying to find his air -
"Mmmph..."
Getting groped was a distraction, but he managed to speak past it. He rested his hands on his stomach, getting the air to push the words from his lips.
"I am most...most thankful to the king...for giving me the chance to make good on my sins...I can never wash away the things that I did...but in service to him...I can be made better. One day...one day, I may atone..."
The fox nodded, sitting down again. The rest of the meeting continued, but Dino could barely hear them. The faintest bit of the prince that he had once was wanted to know what was happening to Espos, what the rulings of the new king would do to his people, but there was no energy for him to stay attentive. All of his energy and attention went right back down to his hole, to the holy purpose that he had of tending to that cock, and -
Up.
The dragon's hands moved him, gripping his hips as if he was nothing more than a toy. The size difference between them - him less than five and a half feet tall, the dragon standing seven feet - was enough to make him a plaything. All the way up, tugging right at the tip, and then -
Squelch.
"Nnnngh..."
Dino moaned as he came right then and there, squirting over the king's balls. The constant pleasure of that shaft was the core of his life, the foundation of his being, the purpose that he had been born to serve. He was...he was nothing but a butt-slut...nothing but the king's personal means of washing away his sins...
The meeting continued. Sometimes, he would ride that shaft, taking it all the way from tip to hilt, but other times, he would sit in place. Still other times he would be moved around. There were even times when the king demanded that he use his hole and nothing more, clenching down and milking at that cock with his inner walls and not moving at all.
He had learned much as a butt-slut. He knew every trick, and he was happy, beyond happy, to give his master what he had learned in pleasure.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
The eyes of the council followed him, and he knew - somewhere, somehow - that this was the king's way of keeping an eye on his supporters. Anyone that paused or hesitated with the debauched display going on before them was called out. Those that showed even a moment of sympathy - rare, but it had happened, twice - were never seen again. Dino was the acid test for the councilors, and Jach wielded him like the tool that he was.
There was no shame in the reindeer's mind for being used. It was the place of a Heretic to be nothing but a tool, after all, nothing but a toy.
Yet, beneath all the pleasure, beneath all the brainwashing that he had done to himself over the years, there was still one more hope, one more reason to obey. The deal that he had made with his master still loomed in his mind.
Three months. Three months of good behavior, and he'll let me see my friends again.
It had to be close to three months now. He was all but sure that it was, though his hazy thoughts made it hard to be sure. Yet his belly bulge and the size of his pregnancy made it clear that it had to be near that. More than two months, but not yet four. It had to be...
Had to be...
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Dino wasn't sure when the world shifted from the council chamber to the king's bedroom, but the first notice he had that things had changed was the feeling of the enchanted plug in his ass and the taste of a cock down his throat. The reindeer groaned, opening his eyes and staring up at the gray-scaled dragon with bleary vision. He could barely see, barely think, and he shivered as he felt each thrust down his throat as his mouth was put to use.
Mmmph...
That was getting more and more common. The Brand made it impossible for him to stay sane for long; the only times when he could keep his head clear were when he was just barely filled or with the smallest of the plugs that the king made him use. Anything else - empty, filled, or rutted - scrambled his mind with the holy pleasure of the mark. It was as if he wasn't allowed to be sane, wasn't allowed to think of anything but his ass and his purpose.
He had lost count of the number of times he'd been in one room and then realized he was somewhere else with nothing to bridge the memories. He knew that it was part of his training, part of the conditioning that the king wanted him to go through, and he knew that there was an eager part of his mind that was willing to go through with it, but -
"Mmmph..."
He groaned as the pressure of the plug rolled just enough to hit another sensitive spot. It buzzed with magical power, humming louder and louder. Dino leaned further down his master's cock, taking it all the way into the back of his throat as he felt his orgasm coming. Closing his eyes, he forced himself to keep swallowing, harder, harder, until -
"NNGH!"
He moaned around the thick cock, huffing as he came and squirted again. The king's chamber was marked heavily with the scent of sex, with the heavier musk of the Granter shaft that he had taken time and after time, and the softer, gentler musk of his own pussy. The smell never entirely went away, no matter how many servants came in to clean the place up. There were days when he wondered if the room would ever smell pristine again with all the use that the king got out of him.
As he came down from his orgasm, Jach reached down and grabbed him by one of his antlers. He let the king tilt his head back, his lips still locked around the head of the dragon's cock. The king fixed him with an amused stare.
"Do you know how long it has been? Since you've been branded?"
He shook his head as best he could without taking his head away.
"It was 89 days, last night."
"..."
"Which means that tonight marks the three months since we've made our deal."
"Mmm?"
"Do you remember the deal?"
Dino nodded.
"Good, good. You haven't completely lost yourself to your mark. I would be rather bored without our game." Jach shook his head. "Unfortunately, your friends have been scattered across the map, sent back to where they belong. The only one that's anywhere near is that bull of yours, but he is rather...indisposed, at the moment."
"Mmmph..."
"Heh, but fear not. For I am a dragon of my word, and I shall still allow you that which I promised. My magic will let you observe their fates."
He tried to turn, but Jach held him down with one hand, keeping his mouth just barely over the head.
"Don't stop. I am not finished yet, and you still have work to do."
He didn't have much of a choice, but he kept his head down, regardless. He could still taste the pleasure of the other male, and the constant dribble of pre-cum along his tongue had become...something of a pleasure in its own way. It didn't compare to the raw bliss of that cock up his ass or the pre-cum running through him that way, but it was better than not being touched at all.
As he kept dragging his tongue along the head, the dragon lifted his other hand and gestured off to the side. The same shadowy tendrils that had bound him and his friends all those months ago came to the dragon's call, and they twisted up and about, forming a vaguely rectangular shape that hovered in mid-air.
"Let's start with that lover of yours first, hmm? Braford, I believe his name was?" Jach said.
"Mmm-hmm..."
"The bodyguard. Yes. Quite the disgraced figure, when you think about it. He had served the old king, and yet, he decided that he would side with a rebellious prince rather than with the side of law and order. The things that could have been done with him, the punishments that might have landed on his shoulders...
"But he was your lover. He could not see the truth through his passion for you. He had to learn what passion would bring a man. And the best place for that, I decided, would be the barracks. I decided to let his former comrades decide his fate."
The rectangular shape shimmered, slowly taking on color and further shapes. Dino could just make out the rough shapes of the barracks, with the long beds that were slammed against the walls and the small aisles between each. They were as familiar now as the day when he'd met Braford as a teenager, back when the bull had still been one of the apprentice guards to the king, before they had become close. It was as vivid now as it was then, but this time...
This time, there was a hole in the wall, and there was a familiar Branded rump sticking out of it.
His breath caught in his throat as he watched as a soldier - a tall, powerful wolf, closer to a dire species than the cuddlier small ones - rammed in, out, in, out. A thick knot popped past the bull's rim again and again, pulling on it and stretching it out. The sheer puffiness of the pucker itself was hard to look away from, and he blushed as he realized just how many times Braford must have been fucked like that.
There was no sound, but he knew that there must have been a lot of banter about the whole thing going on. The soldiers were hardly a modest bunch, and he knew that most of them harbored some jealousy for those assigned as royal bodyguards. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he thought about what they must have said to the bull when they first got him, how they must have fondled him and used him that first night.
"Mmmph..."
"I've been told that he still has enough of a mind to beg for cock," the dragon said, shoving him down for a moment to take the whole cock before dragging him back to the tip. "But there is little memory of you. I imagine that all the cocks that he has taken has replaced his love for your cunt. There is, after all, only so much pleasure in being loyal to someone that cannot be there for them."
His cheeks burned at the implications. Seeing his lover being fucked, seeing him taking such obvious pleasure from being dicked down and knot-fucked, sent a sickly, twisted pleasure through his own core. He wasn't even entirely sure what he was feeling, but he knew that his own pussy was wet from more than the toy in his ass at that moment. The sight of his bull being fucked, the sight of that slick pussy getting wetter and wetter as the dire wolf rutted him, gave him feelings that he didn't have words for. He both wanted to look away and didn't want to miss a thing.
In, out, in, out, always getting faster and faster, right up to the point where the wolf rammed that knot in. The familiar spasms of pleasure rocked the barely-visible bull, his ass cheeks clenching tight before his pussy squirted over those hairy, fluffy balls. The sheer soaking that they got told him that the barracks must have been in a state worse than the king's stateroom. The smell of pussy and cock would have been all that anyone could smell there.
The wolf pulled out without ceremony, the knot popping free of his lover's hole. The sight of the rim - pink and inflamed, rubbed raw and made puffy, like a donut - was enough to make his own ass clench down on the toy inside, all too aware of what might happen to his own hole if he ever defied his master. There were many that would be far rougher on him than the dragon was, and that was something that he was keen to avoid...
For now, at least. He didn't know if his corruption would make him fall further, or if he would eventually lose himself completely. All he knew was that he was still somewhat sane, and he was desperate to keep hold of that meager bit of safety.
The view on the square pulled back, giving him the chance to see a line of soldiers waiting to take the first wolf's turn. There were all kinds of species gathered there, from horses to wolves to other bulls. All of them were Granters, all waiting for the chance to burn off some stress with the other male.
"It is said that a Bearer marked with the Brand will wash away all the sins of those that use them," Jach said, idly grinding him down again before pulling him up once more. "I wonder, do you think that there's enough years in the world for the soldiers to wash away all their sins that way? Or do you think that they're just happy for some free ass without the taboo behind it?"
Dino didn't answer. He didn't have the words for it. No good man should want to fuck someone else's ass, but at the same time, he couldn't deny that his own hole burned for more use. The toy was holding strong, giving him pleasure, keeping him from feeling the withdrawal symptoms that he always had when he was empty, but it wasn't the same as being fucked.
Yet, he still watched as his former lover was taken by other men. The humiliation of seeing his bull getting off so hard, cumming with someone's cock rather than his touch, was enough to leave his face burning like the sun. He was less, so much less; he'd never gotten Braford off like that, and the passion in the bull's arched back - what little he could see of it sticking out the hole - told him that he'd never gotten his lover to feel pleasure like that.
He was humiliated, utterly humiliated, and yet, he couldn't even feel betrayed. For he was no better, considering the pleasure that he got out of being with Jach.
He lowered his head down, sucking that shaft to the base, taking a moment to catch his breath. It was difficult, considering the absolute humiliation of knowing how utterly replaced he had been, but he had to gather himself or he would break from -
"Now, let us look at the bear, hmm? Asmund, was it?"
He grunted.
"Yes, Asmund. The exiled warrior, the one that thought that he should have royal backing to take back his place of pride in his homeland. The one that you would have started a war over, just because he was your friend."
Dino didn't say a word.
"Don't deny it. We both know that would have happened, with your passion and your idealism. So, what did I do?" Jach smiled. "I sent him back. Privately, quietly, sending him to the rival that had banished him in the first place. But...I also told his rival what his plan had been."
The reindeer froze in mid head-bob. Asmund hadn't even told him the plans that were in place for when he went home. Admittedly, Dino had never bothered to ask, but he assumed that it would be as simple as a push to take back what he had lost. Was it something else?
"And his rival - another polar bear - didn't take kindly to finding out that Asmund planned to replace him, becoming chieftain and perhaps more. As soon as he arrived, he was taken and - well, I'll let you see for yourself."
The dark rectangle in the air twisted again, losing its shadowy shade and becoming a blend of white and orange. Fire and snow, he realized, outside, out in the open air, where the world was cold and the land frozen. The image resolved itself gradually, slowly swirling around until -
There. It was Asmund, alright, but Asmund was completely naked, his loincloth thrown off to the side and his belly swollen with the first of who knew how many young. The swell of his stomach, pushed out in a way that wasn't that different to Dino's, pinned him to the ground, and his legs were spread around the hips of a polar bear Granter, a dick sliding deep inside -
He could almost hear Asmund grunting, huffing, growling in protest, but the polar bear's pussy was as wet as could be, shimmering despite the icy air around them. All about the Granter giving Asmund a dicking were other polar bears, watching, their heads either cocked to the side or their lips pulled back in knowing smiles.
"He's become the chieftain's slave, used regularly to make sure that he knows his place. I hear that there have been hunting expeditions that have left the bear tied up and exposed, untouched, unfilled, for hours."
"Mmmph...nnngh..."
"Yes, I've heard that his pleas for cock were particularly needful when they returned. The chieftain apparently decided to break him through a combination of utter denial followed by deep indulgence. And it seems to be working. Look at his face."
There was no missing it. Even as he was forced to keep bobbing up and down the dragon's dick, Dino could see that the defiance on Asmund's face was all for show, and that it was far weaker than it once was. The rage that he expected was missing, replaced by nothing more than aroused shame, and even that was slowly fading.
With the bear on his back, his legs spread over the kneeling chieftain's hips, he was easy to rut. The chieftain kept rolling his hips forward, fucking him, filling him, pushing a thick, dark dick between those pillowy, white-furred ass cheeks. Every time that the chief bottomed out, Asmund clearly bit back a moan, and every few thrusts, it looked like his friend was cumming again, squirting, oozing against the chieftain's cock and balls and belly.
"I would not call that one a warrior any longer," Jach said, waving his hand and dismissing the image. "I think that you can see what he has become."
"..."
"Are you afraid of what has happened to your last friend? The lower-ranking noble, the harpy eagle?"
Fear was a good word for it. He had hoped that his friends would have some measure of resistance, at least. What they would have done with it, he didn't know, but he would have preferred to see that than the endless debauchery and clear humiliation and pleasure that they were going through.
Did I hope that they would save me? he wondered. Did I think...
A brand new shame ran through him. Oh, he had. He had hoped that, somehow, one of them might have been able to resist and come for him. There was no plan, no great hope beyond that, but he'd thought...he'd thought...
"I sent your bird home again. His family was quite keen to have him back, even as a Heretic. They had many a breeding contract pending, hoping for someone from their bloodline. It meant that they didn't get as much as they were hoping for, but something was still better than nothing. Here, look at his fate."
The shimmering rectangle changed one more time. This time, it was more intimate, a single room with Kantu and another bird, an eagle. The white-feathered stranger had one hand on a leash, pulled tight around the harpy eagle's throat, and -
Oh...gods...
Kantu was seated on the eagle's lap, and at first, it had looked so normal, so natural, almost affectionate. But then he saw the hood.
Oh...gods...
It was as demeaning as it could get. A falconer's hood, thick and made of strong leather, stitched together with silver, covered Kantu's face from his head down to the edges of his beak. It covered his eyes completely, blinding him and taming him. It looked like it was forcing him to relax, to stay 'calm' as he was used, and the leash and collar around his neck made it all the more obvious that it was one more part of the 'game' that his new owner was playing.
"He was sold off for breeding, as you can see, and he seems quite...proficient. Observe."
The harpy eagle was pregnant, he could see that much, but unlike with Asmund, the bird's stomach was distended with eggs, and many of them. There were clear bulge differences, each one with a little pebbly-bit that made them stand out against the bird's belly. He must have been bred many a time to be filled with so many, and the sight of it was enough to make Dino more aware of the bulge that he had, and the child - or maybe children - that he carried for the dragon above him.
The bird rose at the tug of the leash, sliding up, up, up. His pussy was untouched, yet still dripped as he rose up on his tiptoes, going higher and higher until -
The eagle tugged the leash, and the harpy eagle dropped. He landed with a thud that Dino could hear in the back of his head, thumping onto the other man's crotch, and the harpy eagle threw back his head with a silent cry. The impact clearly ran through him, and -
And then the first egg appeared.
Dino's eyes went wider and wider as he tried to remember to keep sucking the dragon's cock, but it was almost impossible to focus on the dick in his mouth as he watched the first white-shelled egg poke past his friend's pussy lips. It spread them wider and wider for a few seconds, then started to suck back in as the harpy eagle went up again. Up, up, up, that cock seemingly buried deep in his ass as he rose higher and higher until -
Thump.
Down again, squawking again, the egg pushing further out. It strained right at the end, the sheer size of it making him wonder how his old friend could even take something like that, how it was supposed to come out without hurting him. Yet, there was no sign of pain. There was nothing but pleasure on the little bit of the bird's face that he could see, and he tried and failed to catch his breath at the way that egg kept coming out further, further, further until -
POP!
He couldn't hear it, but he could imagine it. The egg fell free, dropping out of sight, and Kantu arched his back as if he was cumming.
"It seems that this one managed to learn how to take pleasure from more than anal. I am not sure how he managed it, but it certainly has the church interested. It is a rare Heretic that can find pleasure in anything after the Brand has been applied," Jach said, shaking his head. "But it is certainly a show to watch."
The dragon flicked his finger, and the view panned down. Eggs, dozens of them, littered the floor. Another joined the one that had just fallen out, and Dino realized that his old friend must have been getting bred at an insane pace. How many eggs had he already laid? How many children had he already been forced to push out?
The answer did not come. The spell faded as the dragon dismissed it, leaving them alone in the bedroom again.
Dino was lost in his own head. For all that he'd known that his friends had been punished in different ways to him, he'd never taken the time to think about how bad it might be even if he kept up his side of the deal. Oh, he knew that Jach could have made it so much worse, and that the dragon would have done just that if he hadn't kept to his side of things, but seeing what was considered 'mercy' for his long-time friends sent a shiver down his spine.
I should never have brought them in on this. I should -
"Now, now. I did tell you to keep going. If you can't keep up with your mouth, I suppose I'll have to make do with your ass again."
Dino groaned as his master slid his cock free. The feeling of having his mouth open again wasn’t bad, nor did he entirely miss the feeling of cock sliding along his tongue and into his throat, but -
POP!
But it was the sudden loss of something in his ass that really left him squirming. He gasped as it came loose, his hole empty of everything that it needed. His hips fell, hitting the bed, and his pussy clenched on nothing. His asshole gaped for a second or two, weak muscle spasms running through the inner walls, his need growing by the second as he lost the only tool he had to slake his addiction.
“Nnngh…no…please…”
“You need it already?”
“Nnngh, master, I can’t. Please…”
“Say it. You know what you are.”
“Your butt-slut. Your toy. Your plaything. Your ass-slut.”
“And?”
“Yours. Yours. Yours. Yours.”
The words came in a flood as his fingers clenched and unclenched, his muscles spasming as he was dropped into that raggedy, desperate space without warning and without mercy. He arched his back, offering his rump up to the dragon, and to his great relief, the king took it without making him wait for long. The strong fingers along his cheeks, the gropes that followed, the gentle touch and spread of the dragon’s thumbs on his hole – it helped soothe away some of the desperation that the plug’s removal caused.
“Mmm, curvy already. And I imagine you’ll get wider and wider still as your pregnancy continues. Once you’ve popped out a few heirs for me, you’ll look even better, I think.”
“Nnngh. Thank you, sir, please, fuck me, master.”
“Yes, yes…”
The king’s cock was just as hot as he remembered it being in his mouth, and just as hard and slippery. It rubbed against his pucker, teasing him, taunting him with the possibility of being full again -
Then it squelched in, sliding in with ease. The Brand activated, dropping him back into that happy place as he took that first thrust with ease, and the second, and the third. By the fourth, he had forgotten all his shame, all his guilt, all his worries about his friends, and the pleasure of the dragon’s cock between his cheeks was all that mattered.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Such was the life of a Heretic.
The End
Summary: The end of this little four-parter, and the end of Dino’s hopes.
Tags: M/M, M/Intersex, Bad End, Evil Wins, Vaginal, Anal, Orgasm, Cum, Squirt, Humiliation, Punishment, Polar Bear, Eagle, Bird, Reindeer, Dragon, Bull, Hole in the Wall, Man with a Pussy, Creampie, Breeding, Eggs, ",
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