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"writing": "[b][u][center]A Most Sensual Brainstorm\nFor AkimitsuSevecan\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nIt was a boring day for Azorious. Not bad, not yet, but certainly boring with Lykus busy elsewhere. With other people. Sucking dick that wasn’t his. \n\nThe demon wolf leaned back on the couch, his horns scraping another groove out of the wooden frame that he’d have to fix later. He didn’t care about that, or about the way that the whole thing was starting to sag in subtle rebellion against his height and size. It was made for mortals, after all, and not demons, particularly not demons of his height. He ignored that, too; he’d end up fixing it or they’d end up buying a new one, and either way, it wouldn’t matter what happened to it at the end of the day. \n\nInstead of the couch, the black and red demon wolf focused on the phone in his hand and the profiles that he flicked through. The latest one was a raccoon, one that looked young, twinky, and entirely too desperate for cock. The shamelessness might have been hot at another time, but he’d had enough desperate sluts lately, and at least Lykus had some class when it came to kneeling with his tongue out and his entire body on display. \n\n“Pass,” he muttered, swiping his thumb across the screen as he folded his hand behind his head. “What else you got?”\n\nNot much, unfortunately. The shared app that he and Lykus used for hook-ups outside their friend group was…very tuned to the other wolf’s tastes. If it wasn’t the rare desperate guy that was showing off his mouth for a good face-fuck, it was someone whose entire personality was dedicated to their dick and showing off how big it was and how it’d break someone else in. That [i]could[/i] be fun, but Azorious was feeling a little put off by that, and not wanting to put that much effort in for nothing more than a dom-breaker night. \n\nHe sighed, letting the phone fall against his chest and pinching the bridge of his muzzle. \n\n[i]Why is this such a pain today?[/i] he thought, shaking his head. [i]I’m a fucking incubus. Sex is what I do. Why are they all so boring?[/i]\n\nHe blamed the recent influx of good partners. Azorious used to just feed off of whoever crossed his path, taking partners of opportunity rather than seeking out those that were more satisfying. And it had been just fine, he had no complaints back when Lykus was sucking people off through gloryholes and he was trawling truckstops looking for the eager bitches that were stopping in when nobody would question what they were doing. It was a simple sort of fun, and he’d fed well. \n\nBut now that he had people that were [i]fun[/i] to be around, who put in the effort…well, that was a little like getting exposed to gourmet cooking and then trying to go back to fast food. He could do it, but it wasn’t the treat that it used to be. \n\nGrumbling, the demon wolf looked down at his dick. It was half-hard, out of his sheath but not at his full erection. Then again, if it had been, the tapered tip would have been nudging the bottom of his chin and that would have been its own issue. Shaking his head, he picked up the phone again – \n\nRing ring. \n\nRing ring. \n\nA familiar face popped up, a black-scaled, white-eyed face that made him smirk. Azorious tapped the screen and put the phone to his ear. \n\n“Hey, slut.”\n\n“[i]Hello, hole-breaker.[/i]”\n\n“Heh, that’s just one of the titles.”\n\n“[i]Well, I didn’t want to go through the whole list or I’d get bored before we finished,[/i]” Draconicon said, a little chuckle in the dragon’s voice. “[i]You have a few minutes free?[/i]”\n\n“That depends. How many you need?”\n\n“[i]Wellllll, probably around an hour or so. Something like that.[/i]”\n\n“This another magic experiment?”\n\n“[i]More a fantasy that I need to develop.[/i]”\n\n“Oh?” Azorious sat up in a hurry, swinging his legs around the couch and planting his feet on the floor. “I’m all ears.”\n\n“[i]All dick, you mean.[/I]”\n\n“Hey, just because I got more meat than you do doesn’t mean that’s all I have to offer,” Azorious laughed. “So, what’s up?”\n\n“[i]Long story short, I have a little fantasy that I might want to indulge in, but I want to make sure that I get all my ducks in a row before making it happen. Brainstorm how it’d happen, what’d make it hot, that kind of thing.[/i]”\n\n“Couldn’t you just zonk someone into following the script?”\n\n“[i]Well, that depends. How zonkable do you think you really are?[/i]”\n\nAzorious’s grin spread all the wider, going so far back that his muzzle started to ache ever so slightly. Well, that was a very different take on things. Usually, the horny mage was the one that was pushing to call the shots or going out to be overwhelmed. Having him actually want to brainstorm a proper slutty session was new, but he was here for it. \n\nWell…he should be [i]there[/i] for it, shouldn’t he?\n\nAzorious reached out with his magic. Demon power was different to mortal power, more potent but less outwardly present. He grabbed hold of it, twisted and corrupted the distance between him and the dragon mage, and tugged. \n\nIn the space of a second, he went from sitting on the couch to sitting on Draconicon’s desk. The black dragon blinked, looking up from his phone as Azorious ended the call, then slowly lowering the landline to the receiver. \n\n“You came quick,” the dragon said. \n\n“Well, I was intrigued.”\n\n“You mean horny.”\n\n“Always,” Azorious said, shrugging. “Incubus thing.”\n\n“Then what’s Lykus’s excuse?”\n\n“That’s just Lykus.” \n\n“True. He’s working his way through the male population here at the Academy lately, you know. Getting every dick that he can down his throat and leaving them all better hung than feral studs. I swear, he’s going to leave everyone here horse-dicked by the end of this.”\n\n“Less about Lykus and more about me, heh. So, you’ve been fantasizing about me, hmmmmmmm?”\n\nHe had no reason to keep the self-satisfaction out of his voice, so he didn’t. He leaned over the desk, his head cocked to the side as he smiled down at the black dragon, and Draconicon looked away with the faintest pink in his cheeks. Oh, he was feeling something big; he could taste the lust that was pouring off the mage. That meant that he had been ruminating on this for a while. \n\nDemons had a way of tasting the things that they fed on. Gluttony demons loved the taste of hunger, of want, of that never-ending zest for the things that their partners desired. Pain demons glutted themselves on the ache and hurt of the mortals that were down on their luck and suffered for years on end. Lust demons, on the other hand, were very attuned to the rise and falls of libido and other things in their partners. Azorious usually could feel the urge for a hump from several blocks off – he was very good at feeling general lusty feelings – but this…\n\nThe comparison between gourmet and fast food hit him again, and it felt more appropriate than ever. Though he didn’t actually ‘feed’ on anything until the orgasm happened, being beside the dragon mage as he simmered through this unspoken fantasy was like sitting at a kitchen window when something amazing was being prepared. His soul craved it, and he swallowed a small mouthful of drool. \n\n“Why me, hmmmmm?”\n\n“A number of reasons,” Draconicon muttered, rubbing the back of his head. “Part of the fantasy is demon superiority, and we’ve played with that before. It’s safe, we know each other, it’s got an aspect of risk without going too far –”\n\n“Ah-ah.” Azorious leaned in, his grin still all but splitting his face. “You were fantasizing about [i]me.[/i] Not just a demon, but me in particular. Are you telling me that you, the ace dragon professor, think that I’m hot?”\n\n“…”\n\n“Come on, say it.”\n\n“I [i]will[/i] blast you out the window.”\n\n“Mmmm, but then you’d have to go through the trouble of summoning another, less-sexy demon. When I’m right here. All you gotta do is admit it.”\n\nHe leaned back on the desk, all but reclining on it so that he could bring up a paw. He knew that the black dragon preferred feet to his hellish pads, but he wasn’t going to give the other man everything right off the bat. It worked well enough to start nudging him with his clawed toes, though. Every little push made that lusty feeling in the air surge. Oh, this had to be a hell of a fantasy. \n\n“Come on. Just admit it, and we can move on to the fun stuff. Or you can stew away and give yourself blue balls.”\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\n“Come on. Just admit it. I’m sexy, and you think I’m sexy.”\n\n“I think you [i]can[/i] be sexy. Right now, you’re just being annoying, and – mmmph!”\n\nHe jabbed a toe in the dragon’s mouth, pinning his tongue in place. Yep, that got a little rise, but – damn, the ‘scent’ changed. Just enough annoyance to start poisoning it rather than being sexy. \n\nHe could have taken it further, anyway, used a little bit of musk and other such things to bring it back to the horny joy, but he respected the dragon too much for that. Plus it’d be more fun if they did this properly. He pulled his paw back, sitting up once more. \n\n“Heh. Just lemme hear it once, Drac. That’s all. Juuuuust once.”\n\n“…Fine. I think you’re sexy.”\n\n“There we go.”\n\nIt wasn’t much, probably didn’t even mean anything in the grand scheme of things from someone like him, but it was just a lovely ego stroke to be told that an asexual guy found him sexy. It was a hell of a lot more than what most people got. \n\n“Now, sit down so we can talk this through,” Draconicon muttered, rubbing his forehead. “And can you take this seriously?”\n\n“Sex is always and never serious,” the demon said, rolling off the desk and pulling the single other chain in the room over for his seat. “So, that’s how I treat it. Besides, how often do I get the chance to tweak your nose?”\n\n“More often than Lykus does.”\n\n“Not often enough.”\n\n“Can we just – look. I have this fantasy, I want to get it to work, and I know that if I just leave it alone, it’s going to disappear and I’ll have to start from the beginning all over again. So can we please do this thing before I lose it completely?”\n\n“Heh. By all means.” Azorious chuckled, leaning back. “Tell me what you’re feeling, Drac. It’s been too long since we had some…fun.”\n\n“…I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?”\n\n“Oh, no. Worse. You’re going to regret not doing it before, and regret my [i]very[/i] busy schedule when you can’t do it again.” He smirked. “But let’s get this show on the road. What’s the fantasy that you have right now?”\n\n“Well…”\n\nIt was pouring it on a little thick, but Azorious was fine with that. He liked things being hot and heavy, intense but fun. He crossed one leg over the other, his clothes burning off and leaving him completely naked in the chair. His cock, formerly only half-hard, continued to rise from his sheath in anticipation of what he and the dragon would be doing in short order. He grinned all the while, his head cocked to the side, imitating a professional therapist waiting to hear what was wrong with their client. \n\nAnd he [i]loved[/i] the faint flush in the dragon’s cheek and the way that he shifted in his chair. Draconicon was almost always in charge, always ‘helping’ Lykus or him in other ways. It was fun to take it from the other direction. \n\nAnd more, it was fun to see Drac squirm. The dragon was so controlled, so playful, so teasing most of the time that Azorious loved the rare chance that he got to see the other man wriggle under the weight of his fetishes and kinks. It was like watching someone in power finally reach their breaking point. \n\nHe wasn’t mean about it. If the dragon didn’t talk, he would offer little questions to give him an out, but for now, he’d just enjoy the show. \n\nEventually, the dragon sighed. He rubbed his forehead and started explaining. \n\n“I had a basic thought. You know the whole cock-milking thing that I enjoy sometimes?”\n\n“Yes. That whole idea of you having magic cum and other people being obsessed about getting it out of you.”\n\n“That one. Yes.”\n\n“A good start, heh, but you want more.”\n\n“A lot more. A sort of thing like…remember how I said demon supremacy?”\n\n“Mmm-hmm,” Azorious said, nodding. \n\n“Well, what if there was a thing like, dragons are under demons, but they’re good for one thing, one thing that keeps them out of prison, but –”\n\n“More like a power plant or zoo, a controlled breeding thing, where dragons get selectively bred for bigger and bigger balls?”\n\n“Yes!” Draconicon nodded, a smile on his face. “That’s kind of where it started, at least.”\n\n“And you’d be one of the prize studs, I’m guessing?”\n\n“Yes. I – well, it’s kind of stupid, but –”\n\n“So much sex is stupid when you think about it, and you really, really can’t help thinking about it.”\n\n“You have no idea,” the dragon muttered, rubbing his forehead. “You really don’t.”\n\n“That’s why I never do. It’s more fun that way.”\n\n“Is it?”\n\n“…We’re not here for me. We’re here for you. Keep going. Tell me more stuff about that fantasy of yours,” Azorious said. \n\n“Okay, okay…”\n\nThe demon stroked himself as the dragon continued, smiling more and more at the possibilities that he was hearing. Just the idea of playing out a bit of half-serious demon supremacy with the dragon was enough to get his cock all the way out. He didn’t believe a bit of it, but there was always something hot about species supremacy in a limited way. The more that you played into it, the hotter it got to have someone worship you. He loved that feeling when he got those idiots that were eager to fall to their knees before a demon, particularly the ones that thought demons were just…better. \n\nThe story wasn’t bad, either. He nodded as Draconicon continued spitballing. \n\n“Anyway, I was thinking that in this little scenario, there’d be various demons that had their own collection of dragons. Some have more, some less. Incubi like you –”\n\n“We’d have more, because we didn’t have to fight them. We just seduced them.”\n\n“Yes.”\n\n“Which means that I’d have records of all your kinks, all the things you like. I’d be able to hold that over you, remind you that you’re ‘supposed’ to like it, and use hypnosis to make you like it more right then?”\n\n“Oh, fuck, I didn’t think of that.”\n\n“Hehehe, fun one, right?”\n\n“Yeah, that…that works right now,” the dragon said, shuffling on his chair and very deliberately gripping the top of his desk. “I didn’t think about that at all.”\n\n“I’m sure. Now, let’s keep going. What else?”\n\n“Well, extra size to my balls, I think –”\n\n“You want growth?”\n\n“Not a lot, but a little. Demon making his catch look even better, you know?”\n\n“Heh, I can do that. Do you want to go for actual fucking, or –”\n\n“Not this time. Maybe some rimming? Rimming you, specifically?”\n\n“Hmmm, haven’t done that in a while…”\n\nAnd it wasn’t something that he did with just anyone, either. Even being the one in charge still left him feeling a little weird with something around his asshole. Rimming wasn’t bad, but it was still weird with the wrong person. \n\nDrac was one of the right people though. He could do that. And he had a few ideas of where it could go from there. \n\n“Yeah, we can do that. I’m going to want to adjust this room, though. You have anything else that you need to do today?”\n\n“A couple of meetings after the school closes in four hours, but nothing before that.”\n\n“And nobody should notice what happens here?”\n\n“I ward this whole place for privacy, day in, day out. Trust me, nobody’s going to find out what happens in here.”\n\n“…Heh. In that case, you mind?”\n\n“Heh. Go for it.”\n\nAzorious nodded. Grabbing hold of his power once more, he pushed it down and out through his feet. The carpeted floor began to fade, shimmering out of existence with the fires of demon-kind spreading further and further out from where he sat. The light carpet became black stone, and as it reached the walls, hellish pillars depicting bound figures, rutted prisoners, and more began to take shape. \n\nDraconicon stood up and flapped his wings, staying out of the way of the corruptive shift. Azorious ignored him, focusing on the room-shift instead. Hot temperature, thicker musk smell, the chains and bindings that would be scattered around an incubus’s dungeon throne. He brought out all the details that he would have put together for a throne room of his own down in Desiderium, where all demons came from, and put it together here. \n\nThe transformation took all of twenty seconds, but it felt longer with all the focus that he had to push through. He was panting at the end of it, having to catch his breath from the full-world transformation and keeping it isolated to the office, but it had been done. \n\nNo more small rectangular room with carpet and wood-paneled walls, no more desk and two rolling chairs. Instead, there was a single throne that Azorious already sat on, pillars that stretched out as far as the eye could see, and ‘windows’ that opened up on a hellish landscape of fuckery and heat and red stone. It was as demonic as one could get, and he had made sure that every image of imprisoned souls was a dragon of some sort, really selling that whole vibe of conquest and power. \n\nDraconicon finally set his feet back down on the black stone, the barefoot mage blinking as he slowly turned in place. He stared into the distance, his mouth hanging open, and Azorious grinned as he caught his breath. That was the sort of shock and awe that he had been going for, and he was damn glad it’d worked. \n\n“This…this is great,” Draconicon muttered. \n\n“Yeah, well, we’re only halfway there. You wanna get into role?”\n\n“Oh, right.”\n\nThe dragon snapped his fingers, black fire running over his body. In a split-second, his clothes disappeared, leaving him with nothing but the gold cock ring at the base of his shaft, the anklet that he wore, and his toe rings. The clothes disappeared so fast that his cock actually fell and swing from side to side as a result, leaving him looking like he’d just been undressed by an unseen player of games. \n\nAzorious grinned as he curled his finger, letting himself fall into his role. Fire burned around the room, raising the temperature and making them both shimmer from the sweat on their body reflecting the light. \n\n“Come, dragon. I feel the need for a…refreshment of power.”\n\n“Nnngh…already?”\n\n“You have been in my stables long enough that you should know my appetites,” Azorious said, already picking up different details, putting them down, giving the dragon a bit more of a character to play. “You know the hungers of your master. Now, come here. Let me feel that dick of yours. It’s time to give it a proper inspection.”\n\nDespite it being an obvious roleplay, he could tell that it was hitting buttons for his friend. The dragon hid a grin as he ‘reluctantly’ walked forward, both the hell magic around them and the sheer excitement of the moment feeding the black dragon’s erection. It was slowly rising upward, the foreskin peeling back ever so slowly and gently, and it was quite the show to see it twitching already. \n\nOf course, they’d agreed on a little enhancement, and Azorious had just the thing for that. \n\nOnce the dragon reached his throne, the wolf demon reached out, grabbing hold of the dragon’s shaft. He pulled him closer, drawing a little gasp from the slut’s throat, and reached further down, cupping the heavy balls just under the shaft. \n\n“These could be bigger, don’t you think, dragon?”\n\n“Mmmph…they’re larger than any other dragon’s already.”\n\n“Heh…and why would that stop them from being bigger?” Azorious growled. “Demons take what they want, dragon. Demons are allowed [i]anything[/i] from their slaves. And I think you’d look [i]much[/i] better when other demons come to visit if you had a bigger pair of balls.”\n\n“Pause.”\n\nAzorious blinked, but nodded, letting go. \n\n“Something wrong?”\n\n“Just a little request. A little more love of what they are and obsessing on it?”\n\n“Still growing, though?”\n\n“Oh yeah, but just making sure that you show how special it is.”\n\n“Heh. Got it.”\n\n“Unpause.”\n\nAzorious grabbed the dragon’s balls again, mentally rewinding a few steps. He chuckled as he fondled the heavy orbs, nodding to himself.\n\n“You’re quite the prize, dragon. Already so heavy, so full. I imagine that few demons could claim that they had anything like you in their stables.”\n\n“Mmmph…You claimed a prize…when you found me…”\n\n“Indeed. A prize that’s well-hung, and so very…productive…”\n\nHe chuckled as the dragon’s cock started dripping, the head shimmering more than the rest of the shaft. As he bounced the dragon’s balls up and down, it kept twitching. \n\n[i]Loving the ball-play, aren’t you?[/i] he thought. [i]Heh. You love being the center of attention…the thing that everyone obsesses over…[/i]\n\n“But a prize can be polished…and I intend to make you a prize beyond anything that anyone has ever seen.”\n\n“You…you wouldn’t…”\n\n“Oh, I would…and I am.”\n\nHis magic rushed down his arm and into the dragon’s sac. No sooner had the corruptive red energy hit the black-scaled orbs than Draconicon arched his back, gasping, huffing from the sudden rush of pleasure. Azorious had made sure that the spell was as intense and enticing as possible, wanting the growth to hit hard. Damn dragon was always insisting that he was just fine when he could have been the biggest horse-dicked man in the academy. Maybe if he got enough pleasure from growing, he’d keep it big this time. \n\nHe kept rolling the big balls back and forth, teasing them as they churned and swelled. The dragon’s fourteen-inch cock twitched up, down, up, down, slapping against his belly as it, too, began to grow, getting stiffer, harder, the veins popping out ever so slightly on the side. An inch, two, three – no more, he didn’t want to push his luck. Seventeen inches, hard and heavy, so full of need that it sagged down and pointed straight ahead. \n\nAnd those balls…\n\nThey were bigger now, so big that he couldn’t really fit them in his hand. He let them fall, and the dragon groaned, stumbling from the weight. Azorious smirked. \n\n“Good, good…look at you, already so drippy for your demonic master…”\n\n“Mmmph…ah…”\n\n“Nice…and hard…and [i]eager.[/i]”\n\nHe dragged his hand up from the heavy balls to the dragon’s shaft, giving it a few test strokes. Just as he’d imagined, the whole thing throbbed, and a full spurt of pre-cum jetted from the tip, landing on the other arm of his throne. Azorious smirked, waving his other hand to conjure a chalice before holding it in front of the dragon’s shaft. \n\n“Let’s see how long those new balls will take to fill the cup, shall we?”\n\n“Ah…ah…”\n\n“…Pause.”\n\nThis time, it was Draconicon’s turn to look confused. Azorious rubbed the back of his head. \n\n“Not to be a pain, but you mind being a little more verbal?”\n\n“Oh, right. Sorry. I was getting a little too in my own head.”\n\n“Yeah, well, the ‘not-talking’ thing is weird when it’s you and me.”\n\n“No problem. You got it.”\n\n“Unpause.”\n\nHe went back to stroking, and this time, Draconicon grunted, bucking his hips forward. Another shot of pre-cum, another slosh of the dragon’s enhanced fluids, and this time – \n\n“Mmmph…you…bastard. You can’t break…dragon pride…”\n\nThere it was. Azorious grinned, enjoying every bit of the dynamic as he looked back up at the dragon’s strained face. He chuckled, embracing his role with everything he had. \n\n“Oh, I can. And I will. Demons have conquered dragons – every dragon – and your bodies are ours to toy with. The only reason that you haven’t been changed yet is because you are the [i]best.[/i] But even the best can be improved…and trained.”\n\nStroke. \n\n“Ah…mmmph…why does it feel so good?” the dragon panted. \n\n“Because this is what you are.”\n\n“Nnngh? I’m not…not some cum-cow for you…”\n\n“Mmmm, but you are. A cum-cow…a beast…a beast that can’t think of anything but it’s dribbling, eager dick…”\n\nStroke. Stroke. Stroke. The dribbling was getting thicker, stronger, and more, so was the dragon’s aura of pleasure. This, this was what he wanted. Someone that was interesting, giving something back rather than just needing to cum. Oh, he’d be dragging every orgasm he could out of Draconicon at this rate, making him cum those bigger balls dry, only to fill them up again to keep going. \n\nHe had four hours, after all. Four hours would be plenty for that. \n\n“Nnngh…I…I will not – ah…mmmph…Dammit…feels better…than any dragon ever did…”\n\n“A demon will always know your desires…and I will show you exactly where you belong. Every desire, every need. Whether you want to be under my paws – heh, or would feet be better?”\n\nTwitch, throb, [i]spit.[/i] The dragon’s enhanced cock almost leaped out of the demon’s grasp, on the verge of shooting everything into the chalice. He grinned, sliding the tip into the cup, grinding the head against the mess already inside. \n\n“I know you…your every fantasy…your every desire…”\n\n“Nnngh…But can you…ah…fulfill them?”\n\n“Every. Time. Now, cum, my little cum-cow.”\n\nA simple spell pushed the dragon over the edge. He knew that Draconicon wasn’t trying to resist it – the fantasy was good enough that he didn’t really want to – but it was still a hell of a thrill to know he could push the big-shot mage around. He had to keep a tight grip on the base of the big dick as it jumped upward, keeping it pointed at the chalice. Shot after shot after shot of cum splattered into the golden vessel, filling it to the brim with thick seed. He grinned as he watched it fill ever further, getting thicker and warmer and purer with lust. \n\nIt was a good meal. He could taste every bit of pleasure that the dragon felt as he came, and he consumed it just as he might have done anything else. Oh, it was a little overdone, a little bit overseasoned with his little push with a forced orgasm rather than a natural one, but it was only the first of many. \n\nHe kept stroking the dragon’s dick, forcing Draconicon to not only fill the chalice, but overfill it. Thick seed overflowed the edges of the cup, dripping to the floor, running along the black stone until it warmed the dragon’s toes. He felt the throb through the other man’s cock as soon as it happened, and he chuckled. \n\n“Slut for feet, for control, for orgasms…and for hypnosis.”\n\n“I…I will escape…one day…”\n\n“But not today,” the demon said, putting the cup aside and tilting the dragon’s head back with his other hand. “Today, you will show your true desires. I can feel them, dragon; I can feel every last one of them.”\n\n“Nnngh…not…not that one…”\n\n“Yes, that one. All of them. [i]Every[/i] single one of them…even the one that tells me you are an ass-worshiping bitch.”\n\n“You – please –”\n\n“Heh. You can never lie about your desires to an incubus. Now…look into my eyes…”\n\nIt was pure fantasy at that point. The dragon was powerful enough to resist any hypnosis that Azorious could have used, and there was a real possibility that Draconicon could have hypnotized him in return if he really didn’t want this. But this was the fun of it: they’d come up with a script, and now, Draconicon had to follow it. \n\nThe white of his eyes was slowly replaced a duller, demonic yellow, and that in turn shifted to a swirling shape, a hypnotized spiral that settled deep in the dragon’s eyes. Azorious smirked as the dragon’s mouth fell open, a dull smile on his face as he let himself slip deep into horny trance. \n\n“Go on. Slide under the throne and show your lust for demons. Make sure that I enjoy every last second of your service.”\n\n“Yes, master,” Draconicon whispered, sliding out of sight. \n\nAzorious still braced himself for the first lick, never entirely ready for the feeling of something back there, but a wet, playful tongue was far easier to deal with than something thicker or harder. He leaned back, felt the first brush of the dragon’s tongue across his cheeks, and then – \n\n“Mmmph…”\n\nHe gripped the arms of the throne tight as that forked tongue worked up between them, tracing a circle along his hole. As good as it felt, it still took him a moment to feel entirely comfortable with it happening. He took one deep breath after another as Draconicon settled in under him, licking, rimming, dragging his tongue across the demon’s pucker again and again. Bit by bit, he was able to relax and enjoy it, but all he had to do was look down to see how much the dragon mage enjoyed it. \n\nHe smiled as he batted the dragon’s shaft side to side with his paws. This wouldn’t last for more than a couple of hours, but it would be a few hours at a sexual buffet. This little script was very flexible, and he looked forward to finding out where he could take it. \n\nAnd if it had to be paused again, all the better to make it a hotter fantasy. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Azorious is having a boring day. Draconicon offers a way to break that boredom with some kinky brainstorming and hot sex. \n\nTags: M/M, Draconicon, Azorious, Dragon, Demon, Wolf, Planning, Roleplay, Magic, Ball Growth, Cock Growth, Forced Orgasm, Rimming, Hypnosis, Orgasm, Cum, Brainstorming, Making It Work, Pause and Restart, ",
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A Most Sensual Brainstorm For AkimitsuSevecan By Draconicon
It was a boring day for Azorious. Not bad, not yet, but certainly boring with Lykus busy elsewhere. With other people. Sucking dick that wasn’t his.
The demon wolf leaned back on the couch, his horns scraping another groove out of the wooden frame that he’d have to fix later. He didn’t care about that, or about the way that the whole thing was starting to sag in subtle rebellion against his height and size. It was made for mortals, after all, and not demons, particularly not demons of his height. He ignored that, too; he’d end up fixing it or they’d end up buying a new one, and either way, it wouldn’t matter what happened to it at the end of the day.
Instead of the couch, the black and red demon wolf focused on the phone in his hand and the profiles that he flicked through. The latest one was a raccoon, one that looked young, twinky, and entirely too desperate for cock. The shamelessness might have been hot at another time, but he’d had enough desperate sluts lately, and at least Lykus had some class when it came to kneeling with his tongue out and his entire body on display.
“Pass,” he muttered, swiping his thumb across the screen as he folded his hand behind his head. “What else you got?”
Not much, unfortunately. The shared app that he and Lykus used for hook-ups outside their friend group was…very tuned to the other wolf’s tastes. If it wasn’t the rare desperate guy that was showing off his mouth for a good face-fuck, it was someone whose entire personality was dedicated to their dick and showing off how big it was and how it’d break someone else in. That could be fun, but Azorious was feeling a little put off by that, and not wanting to put that much effort in for nothing more than a dom-breaker night.
He sighed, letting the phone fall against his chest and pinching the bridge of his muzzle.
Why is this such a pain today? he thought, shaking his head. I’m a fucking incubus. Sex is what I do. Why are they all so boring?
He blamed the recent influx of good partners. Azorious used to just feed off of whoever crossed his path, taking partners of opportunity rather than seeking out those that were more satisfying. And it had been just fine, he had no complaints back when Lykus was sucking people off through gloryholes and he was trawling truckstops looking for the eager bitches that were stopping in when nobody would question what they were doing. It was a simple sort of fun, and he’d fed well.
But now that he had people that were fun to be around, who put in the effort…well, that was a little like getting exposed to gourmet cooking and then trying to go back to fast food. He could do it, but it wasn’t the treat that it used to be.
Grumbling, the demon wolf looked down at his dick. It was half-hard, out of his sheath but not at his full erection. Then again, if it had been, the tapered tip would have been nudging the bottom of his chin and that would have been its own issue. Shaking his head, he picked up the phone again –
Ring ring.
Ring ring.
A familiar face popped up, a black-scaled, white-eyed face that made him smirk. Azorious tapped the screen and put the phone to his ear.
“Hey, slut.”
“Hello, hole-breaker.”
“Heh, that’s just one of the titles.”
“Well, I didn’t want to go through the whole list or I’d get bored before we finished,” Draconicon said, a little chuckle in the dragon’s voice. “You have a few minutes free?”
“That depends. How many you need?”
“Wellllll, probably around an hour or so. Something like that.”
“This another magic experiment?”
“More a fantasy that I need to develop.”
“Oh?” Azorious sat up in a hurry, swinging his legs around the couch and planting his feet on the floor. “I’m all ears.”
“All dick, you mean.”
“Hey, just because I got more meat than you do doesn’t mean that’s all I have to offer,” Azorious laughed. “So, what’s up?”
“Long story short, I have a little fantasy that I might want to indulge in, but I want to make sure that I get all my ducks in a row before making it happen. Brainstorm how it’d happen, what’d make it hot, that kind of thing.”
“Couldn’t you just zonk someone into following the script?”
“Well, that depends. How zonkable do you think you really are?”
Azorious’s grin spread all the wider, going so far back that his muzzle started to ache ever so slightly. Well, that was a very different take on things. Usually, the horny mage was the one that was pushing to call the shots or going out to be overwhelmed. Having him actually want to brainstorm a proper slutty session was new, but he was here for it.
Well…he should be there for it, shouldn’t he?
Azorious reached out with his magic. Demon power was different to mortal power, more potent but less outwardly present. He grabbed hold of it, twisted and corrupted the distance between him and the dragon mage, and tugged.
In the space of a second, he went from sitting on the couch to sitting on Draconicon’s desk. The black dragon blinked, looking up from his phone as Azorious ended the call, then slowly lowering the landline to the receiver.
“True. He’s working his way through the male population here at the Academy lately, you know. Getting every dick that he can down his throat and leaving them all better hung than feral studs. I swear, he’s going to leave everyone here horse-dicked by the end of this.”
“Less about Lykus and more about me, heh. So, you’ve been fantasizing about me, hmmmmmmm?”
He had no reason to keep the self-satisfaction out of his voice, so he didn’t. He leaned over the desk, his head cocked to the side as he smiled down at the black dragon, and Draconicon looked away with the faintest pink in his cheeks. Oh, he was feeling something big; he could taste the lust that was pouring off the mage. That meant that he had been ruminating on this for a while.
Demons had a way of tasting the things that they fed on. Gluttony demons loved the taste of hunger, of want, of that never-ending zest for the things that their partners desired. Pain demons glutted themselves on the ache and hurt of the mortals that were down on their luck and suffered for years on end. Lust demons, on the other hand, were very attuned to the rise and falls of libido and other things in their partners. Azorious usually could feel the urge for a hump from several blocks off – he was very good at feeling general lusty feelings – but this…
The comparison between gourmet and fast food hit him again, and it felt more appropriate than ever. Though he didn’t actually ‘feed’ on anything until the orgasm happened, being beside the dragon mage as he simmered through this unspoken fantasy was like sitting at a kitchen window when something amazing was being prepared. His soul craved it, and he swallowed a small mouthful of drool.
“Why me, hmmmmm?”
“A number of reasons,” Draconicon muttered, rubbing the back of his head. “Part of the fantasy is demon superiority, and we’ve played with that before. It’s safe, we know each other, it’s got an aspect of risk without going too far –”
“Ah-ah.” Azorious leaned in, his grin still all but splitting his face. “You were fantasizing about me. Not just a demon, but me in particular. Are you telling me that you, the ace dragon professor, think that I’m hot?”
“…”
“Come on, say it.”
“I will blast you out the window.”
“Mmmm, but then you’d have to go through the trouble of summoning another, less-sexy demon. When I’m right here. All you gotta do is admit it.”
He leaned back on the desk, all but reclining on it so that he could bring up a paw. He knew that the black dragon preferred feet to his hellish pads, but he wasn’t going to give the other man everything right off the bat. It worked well enough to start nudging him with his clawed toes, though. Every little push made that lusty feeling in the air surge. Oh, this had to be a hell of a fantasy.
“Come on. Just admit it, and we can move on to the fun stuff. Or you can stew away and give yourself blue balls.”
“Mmmph…”
“Come on. Just admit it. I’m sexy, and you think I’m sexy.”
“I think you can be sexy. Right now, you’re just being annoying, and – mmmph!”
He jabbed a toe in the dragon’s mouth, pinning his tongue in place. Yep, that got a little rise, but – damn, the ‘scent’ changed. Just enough annoyance to start poisoning it rather than being sexy.
He could have taken it further, anyway, used a little bit of musk and other such things to bring it back to the horny joy, but he respected the dragon too much for that. Plus it’d be more fun if they did this properly. He pulled his paw back, sitting up once more.
“Heh. Just lemme hear it once, Drac. That’s all. Juuuuust once.”
“…Fine. I think you’re sexy.”
“There we go.”
It wasn’t much, probably didn’t even mean anything in the grand scheme of things from someone like him, but it was just a lovely ego stroke to be told that an asexual guy found him sexy. It was a hell of a lot more than what most people got.
“Now, sit down so we can talk this through,” Draconicon muttered, rubbing his forehead. “And can you take this seriously?”
“Sex is always and never serious,” the demon said, rolling off the desk and pulling the single other chain in the room over for his seat. “So, that’s how I treat it. Besides, how often do I get the chance to tweak your nose?”
“More often than Lykus does.”
“Not often enough.”
“Can we just – look. I have this fantasy, I want to get it to work, and I know that if I just leave it alone, it’s going to disappear and I’ll have to start from the beginning all over again. So can we please do this thing before I lose it completely?”
“Heh. By all means.” Azorious chuckled, leaning back. “Tell me what you’re feeling, Drac. It’s been too long since we had some…fun.”
“…I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?”
“Oh, no. Worse. You’re going to regret not doing it before, and regret my very busy schedule when you can’t do it again.” He smirked. “But let’s get this show on the road. What’s the fantasy that you have right now?”
“Well…”
It was pouring it on a little thick, but Azorious was fine with that. He liked things being hot and heavy, intense but fun. He crossed one leg over the other, his clothes burning off and leaving him completely naked in the chair. His cock, formerly only half-hard, continued to rise from his sheath in anticipation of what he and the dragon would be doing in short order. He grinned all the while, his head cocked to the side, imitating a professional therapist waiting to hear what was wrong with their client.
And he loved the faint flush in the dragon’s cheek and the way that he shifted in his chair. Draconicon was almost always in charge, always ‘helping’ Lykus or him in other ways. It was fun to take it from the other direction.
And more, it was fun to see Drac squirm. The dragon was so controlled, so playful, so teasing most of the time that Azorious loved the rare chance that he got to see the other man wriggle under the weight of his fetishes and kinks. It was like watching someone in power finally reach their breaking point.
He wasn’t mean about it. If the dragon didn’t talk, he would offer little questions to give him an out, but for now, he’d just enjoy the show.
Eventually, the dragon sighed. He rubbed his forehead and started explaining.
“I had a basic thought. You know the whole cock-milking thing that I enjoy sometimes?”
“Yes. That whole idea of you having magic cum and other people being obsessed about getting it out of you.”
“That one. Yes.”
“A good start, heh, but you want more.”
“A lot more. A sort of thing like…remember how I said demon supremacy?”
“Mmm-hmm,” Azorious said, nodding.
“Well, what if there was a thing like, dragons are under demons, but they’re good for one thing, one thing that keeps them out of prison, but –”
“More like a power plant or zoo, a controlled breeding thing, where dragons get selectively bred for bigger and bigger balls?”
“Yes!” Draconicon nodded, a smile on his face. “That’s kind of where it started, at least.”
“And you’d be one of the prize studs, I’m guessing?”
“Yes. I – well, it’s kind of stupid, but –”
“So much sex is stupid when you think about it, and you really, really can’t help thinking about it.”
“You have no idea,” the dragon muttered, rubbing his forehead. “You really don’t.”
“That’s why I never do. It’s more fun that way.”
“Is it?”
“…We’re not here for me. We’re here for you. Keep going. Tell me more stuff about that fantasy of yours,” Azorious said.
“Okay, okay…”
The demon stroked himself as the dragon continued, smiling more and more at the possibilities that he was hearing. Just the idea of playing out a bit of half-serious demon supremacy with the dragon was enough to get his cock all the way out. He didn’t believe a bit of it, but there was always something hot about species supremacy in a limited way. The more that you played into it, the hotter it got to have someone worship you. He loved that feeling when he got those idiots that were eager to fall to their knees before a demon, particularly the ones that thought demons were just…better.
The story wasn’t bad, either. He nodded as Draconicon continued spitballing.
“Anyway, I was thinking that in this little scenario, there’d be various demons that had their own collection of dragons. Some have more, some less. Incubi like you –”
“We’d have more, because we didn’t have to fight them. We just seduced them.”
“Yes.”
“Which means that I’d have records of all your kinks, all the things you like. I’d be able to hold that over you, remind you that you’re ‘supposed’ to like it, and use hypnosis to make you like it more right then?”
“Oh, fuck, I didn’t think of that.”
“Hehehe, fun one, right?”
“Yeah, that…that works right now,” the dragon said, shuffling on his chair and very deliberately gripping the top of his desk. “I didn’t think about that at all.”
“I’m sure. Now, let’s keep going. What else?”
“Well, extra size to my balls, I think –”
“You want growth?”
“Not a lot, but a little. Demon making his catch look even better, you know?”
“Heh, I can do that. Do you want to go for actual fucking, or –”
“Not this time. Maybe some rimming? Rimming you, specifically?”
“Hmmm, haven’t done that in a while…”
And it wasn’t something that he did with just anyone, either. Even being the one in charge still left him feeling a little weird with something around his asshole. Rimming wasn’t bad, but it was still weird with the wrong person.
Drac was one of the right people though. He could do that. And he had a few ideas of where it could go from there.
“Yeah, we can do that. I’m going to want to adjust this room, though. You have anything else that you need to do today?”
“A couple of meetings after the school closes in four hours, but nothing before that.”
“And nobody should notice what happens here?”
“I ward this whole place for privacy, day in, day out. Trust me, nobody’s going to find out what happens in here.”
“…Heh. In that case, you mind?”
“Heh. Go for it.”
Azorious nodded. Grabbing hold of his power once more, he pushed it down and out through his feet. The carpeted floor began to fade, shimmering out of existence with the fires of demon-kind spreading further and further out from where he sat. The light carpet became black stone, and as it reached the walls, hellish pillars depicting bound figures, rutted prisoners, and more began to take shape.
Draconicon stood up and flapped his wings, staying out of the way of the corruptive shift. Azorious ignored him, focusing on the room-shift instead. Hot temperature, thicker musk smell, the chains and bindings that would be scattered around an incubus’s dungeon throne. He brought out all the details that he would have put together for a throne room of his own down in Desiderium, where all demons came from, and put it together here.
The transformation took all of twenty seconds, but it felt longer with all the focus that he had to push through. He was panting at the end of it, having to catch his breath from the full-world transformation and keeping it isolated to the office, but it had been done.
No more small rectangular room with carpet and wood-paneled walls, no more desk and two rolling chairs. Instead, there was a single throne that Azorious already sat on, pillars that stretched out as far as the eye could see, and ‘windows’ that opened up on a hellish landscape of fuckery and heat and red stone. It was as demonic as one could get, and he had made sure that every image of imprisoned souls was a dragon of some sort, really selling that whole vibe of conquest and power.
Draconicon finally set his feet back down on the black stone, the barefoot mage blinking as he slowly turned in place. He stared into the distance, his mouth hanging open, and Azorious grinned as he caught his breath. That was the sort of shock and awe that he had been going for, and he was damn glad it’d worked.
“This…this is great,” Draconicon muttered.
“Yeah, well, we’re only halfway there. You wanna get into role?”
“Oh, right.”
The dragon snapped his fingers, black fire running over his body. In a split-second, his clothes disappeared, leaving him with nothing but the gold cock ring at the base of his shaft, the anklet that he wore, and his toe rings. The clothes disappeared so fast that his cock actually fell and swing from side to side as a result, leaving him looking like he’d just been undressed by an unseen player of games.
Azorious grinned as he curled his finger, letting himself fall into his role. Fire burned around the room, raising the temperature and making them both shimmer from the sweat on their body reflecting the light.
“Come, dragon. I feel the need for a…refreshment of power.”
“Nnngh…already?”
“You have been in my stables long enough that you should know my appetites,” Azorious said, already picking up different details, putting them down, giving the dragon a bit more of a character to play. “You know the hungers of your master. Now, come here. Let me feel that dick of yours. It’s time to give it a proper inspection.”
Despite it being an obvious roleplay, he could tell that it was hitting buttons for his friend. The dragon hid a grin as he ‘reluctantly’ walked forward, both the hell magic around them and the sheer excitement of the moment feeding the black dragon’s erection. It was slowly rising upward, the foreskin peeling back ever so slowly and gently, and it was quite the show to see it twitching already.
Of course, they’d agreed on a little enhancement, and Azorious had just the thing for that.
Once the dragon reached his throne, the wolf demon reached out, grabbing hold of the dragon’s shaft. He pulled him closer, drawing a little gasp from the slut’s throat, and reached further down, cupping the heavy balls just under the shaft.
“These could be bigger, don’t you think, dragon?”
“Mmmph…they’re larger than any other dragon’s already.”
“Heh…and why would that stop them from being bigger?” Azorious growled. “Demons take what they want, dragon. Demons are allowed anything from their slaves. And I think you’d look much better when other demons come to visit if you had a bigger pair of balls.”
“Pause.”
Azorious blinked, but nodded, letting go.
“Something wrong?”
“Just a little request. A little more love of what they are and obsessing on it?”
“Still growing, though?”
“Oh yeah, but just making sure that you show how special it is.”
“Heh. Got it.”
“Unpause.”
Azorious grabbed the dragon’s balls again, mentally rewinding a few steps. He chuckled as he fondled the heavy orbs, nodding to himself.
“You’re quite the prize, dragon. Already so heavy, so full. I imagine that few demons could claim that they had anything like you in their stables.”
“Mmmph…You claimed a prize…when you found me…”
“Indeed. A prize that’s well-hung, and so very…productive…”
He chuckled as the dragon’s cock started dripping, the head shimmering more than the rest of the shaft. As he bounced the dragon’s balls up and down, it kept twitching.
Loving the ball-play, aren’t you? he thought. Heh. You love being the center of attention…the thing that everyone obsesses over…
“But a prize can be polished…and I intend to make you a prize beyond anything that anyone has ever seen.”
“You…you wouldn’t…”
“Oh, I would…and I am.”
His magic rushed down his arm and into the dragon’s sac. No sooner had the corruptive red energy hit the black-scaled orbs than Draconicon arched his back, gasping, huffing from the sudden rush of pleasure. Azorious had made sure that the spell was as intense and enticing as possible, wanting the growth to hit hard. Damn dragon was always insisting that he was just fine when he could have been the biggest horse-dicked man in the academy. Maybe if he got enough pleasure from growing, he’d keep it big this time.
He kept rolling the big balls back and forth, teasing them as they churned and swelled. The dragon’s fourteen-inch cock twitched up, down, up, down, slapping against his belly as it, too, began to grow, getting stiffer, harder, the veins popping out ever so slightly on the side. An inch, two, three – no more, he didn’t want to push his luck. Seventeen inches, hard and heavy, so full of need that it sagged down and pointed straight ahead.
And those balls…
They were bigger now, so big that he couldn’t really fit them in his hand. He let them fall, and the dragon groaned, stumbling from the weight. Azorious smirked.
“Good, good…look at you, already so drippy for your demonic master…”
“Mmmph…ah…”
“Nice…and hard…and eager.”
He dragged his hand up from the heavy balls to the dragon’s shaft, giving it a few test strokes. Just as he’d imagined, the whole thing throbbed, and a full spurt of pre-cum jetted from the tip, landing on the other arm of his throne. Azorious smirked, waving his other hand to conjure a chalice before holding it in front of the dragon’s shaft.
“Let’s see how long those new balls will take to fill the cup, shall we?”
“Ah…ah…”
“…Pause.”
This time, it was Draconicon’s turn to look confused. Azorious rubbed the back of his head.
“Not to be a pain, but you mind being a little more verbal?”
“Oh, right. Sorry. I was getting a little too in my own head.”
“Yeah, well, the ‘not-talking’ thing is weird when it’s you and me.”
“No problem. You got it.”
“Unpause.”
He went back to stroking, and this time, Draconicon grunted, bucking his hips forward. Another shot of pre-cum, another slosh of the dragon’s enhanced fluids, and this time –
“Mmmph…you…bastard. You can’t break…dragon pride…”
There it was. Azorious grinned, enjoying every bit of the dynamic as he looked back up at the dragon’s strained face. He chuckled, embracing his role with everything he had.
“Oh, I can. And I will. Demons have conquered dragons – every dragon – and your bodies are ours to toy with. The only reason that you haven’t been changed yet is because you are the best. But even the best can be improved…and trained.”
Stroke.
“Ah…mmmph…why does it feel so good?” the dragon panted.
“Because this is what you are.”
“Nnngh? I’m not…not some cum-cow for you…”
“Mmmm, but you are. A cum-cow…a beast…a beast that can’t think of anything but it’s dribbling, eager dick…”
Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. The dribbling was getting thicker, stronger, and more, so was the dragon’s aura of pleasure. This, this was what he wanted. Someone that was interesting, giving something back rather than just needing to cum. Oh, he’d be dragging every orgasm he could out of Draconicon at this rate, making him cum those bigger balls dry, only to fill them up again to keep going.
He had four hours, after all. Four hours would be plenty for that.
“Nnngh…I…I will not – ah…mmmph…Dammit…feels better…than any dragon ever did…”
“A demon will always know your desires…and I will show you exactly where you belong. Every desire, every need. Whether you want to be under my paws – heh, or would feet be better?”
Twitch, throb, spit. The dragon’s enhanced cock almost leaped out of the demon’s grasp, on the verge of shooting everything into the chalice. He grinned, sliding the tip into the cup, grinding the head against the mess already inside.
“I know you…your every fantasy…your every desire…”
“Nnngh…But can you…ah…fulfill them?”
“Every. Time. Now, cum, my little cum-cow.”
A simple spell pushed the dragon over the edge. He knew that Draconicon wasn’t trying to resist it – the fantasy was good enough that he didn’t really want to – but it was still a hell of a thrill to know he could push the big-shot mage around. He had to keep a tight grip on the base of the big dick as it jumped upward, keeping it pointed at the chalice. Shot after shot after shot of cum splattered into the golden vessel, filling it to the brim with thick seed. He grinned as he watched it fill ever further, getting thicker and warmer and purer with lust.
It was a good meal. He could taste every bit of pleasure that the dragon felt as he came, and he consumed it just as he might have done anything else. Oh, it was a little overdone, a little bit overseasoned with his little push with a forced orgasm rather than a natural one, but it was only the first of many.
He kept stroking the dragon’s dick, forcing Draconicon to not only fill the chalice, but overfill it. Thick seed overflowed the edges of the cup, dripping to the floor, running along the black stone until it warmed the dragon’s toes. He felt the throb through the other man’s cock as soon as it happened, and he chuckled.
“Slut for feet, for control, for orgasms…and for hypnosis.”
“I…I will escape…one day…”
“But not today,” the demon said, putting the cup aside and tilting the dragon’s head back with his other hand. “Today, you will show your true desires. I can feel them, dragon; I can feel every last one of them.”
“Nnngh…not…not that one…”
“Yes, that one. All of them. Every single one of them…even the one that tells me you are an ass-worshiping bitch.”
“You – please –”
“Heh. You can never lie about your desires to an incubus. Now…look into my eyes…”
It was pure fantasy at that point. The dragon was powerful enough to resist any hypnosis that Azorious could have used, and there was a real possibility that Draconicon could have hypnotized him in return if he really didn’t want this. But this was the fun of it: they’d come up with a script, and now, Draconicon had to follow it.
The white of his eyes was slowly replaced a duller, demonic yellow, and that in turn shifted to a swirling shape, a hypnotized spiral that settled deep in the dragon’s eyes. Azorious smirked as the dragon’s mouth fell open, a dull smile on his face as he let himself slip deep into horny trance.
“Go on. Slide under the throne and show your lust for demons. Make sure that I enjoy every last second of your service.”
“Yes, master,” Draconicon whispered, sliding out of sight.
Azorious still braced himself for the first lick, never entirely ready for the feeling of something back there, but a wet, playful tongue was far easier to deal with than something thicker or harder. He leaned back, felt the first brush of the dragon’s tongue across his cheeks, and then –
“Mmmph…”
He gripped the arms of the throne tight as that forked tongue worked up between them, tracing a circle along his hole. As good as it felt, it still took him a moment to feel entirely comfortable with it happening. He took one deep breath after another as Draconicon settled in under him, licking, rimming, dragging his tongue across the demon’s pucker again and again. Bit by bit, he was able to relax and enjoy it, but all he had to do was look down to see how much the dragon mage enjoyed it.
He smiled as he batted the dragon’s shaft side to side with his paws. This wouldn’t last for more than a couple of hours, but it would be a few hours at a sexual buffet. This little script was very flexible, and he looked forward to finding out where he could take it.
And if it had to be paused again, all the better to make it a hotter fantasy.
The End
Summary: Azorious is having a boring day. Draconicon offers a way to break that boredom with some kinky brainstorming and hot sex.