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"writing": "[b][u][center]An Expanded Mastery\nPart 2\nFor Revakulgr\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nRevakulgr waited until the sun set before taking flight from his forest. While the light would not have deterred him, it would have revealed him, and with the city obviously seeking his destruction, he wasn’t in the mood to deal with greater dangers than he had to. The dragon reached the clouds, then leveled out, flying under them in the moonless night. \n\n[i]I wonder what greed has pushed them to this…[i]\n\nIt didn’t matter, he supposed. They were all waiting for the chance to hear that he was dead, to see if they were able to go after his hoard. There was only so much that any dragon could tolerate, and he had reached his limits. \n\nIt was a pity that Lisa had been so cock-drunk by the end of their session; he had been hoping to get more information from her. Yet, with all the pleasure that she had taken from riding his bestial cock, she had been all but incoherent. He had left her with the foxes, hoping that they could get more information from her before they set out in the morning. Perhaps then, if the city wasn’t already his, he would have all the facts. \n\nHe followed the road from the forest, flapping his wings every minute or so and relying on the winds around him to keep him aloft. The soft thud of his wings cracking through the wind was harsh enough to send him further up, and he didn’t need to be in the clouds. That would obscure even his sight, and he wished to know when he had reached his destination. \n\nThe dark dragon wondered what he would do to the city when he arrived. He had already decided that the mayor, at least, would be put into his place, with great prejudice. The rest of the town, however, had yet to prove whether they were guilty or innocent. \n\nYet, for all that he had decided to remove a figure of power, he had yet to consider how he would replace them. The obvious answer, with another mortal, seemed to be a good one, but now that he had time to think about it, the idea lost some of its appeal. \n\nAfter all, what was to keep them from making the same mistake as the current mayor? What was there to be done to keep the Lord Mayor from becoming another threat to him when they realized how much there might be gained by killing him? He would set up a cycle, if he was not careful. \n\nYet, what else was there for him to do?\n\n[i]Take the town for myself.[/i]\n\nThe thought came to him as if from nowhere, but the dragon entertained it with the same serious consideration that he had given to putting Lisa on the throne of the city. It was, however, a more interesting solution. \n\nCertainly, it would require him to be a bit more present than he had been. He couldn’t just go back to his forest when this was done, couldn’t leave the mortals and two-leggers in the town alone. They would cause more problems if their ruler wasn’t present, and he would have to bring his hoard to the town, making sure that it stayed safe for the entire journey. \n\nYet, for all that, there was a possibility here that hadn’t been present in any of the other ones. It would give him a greater name, and he would stand out in the world that much more…\n\nAnd he would have underlings. Proper underlings, rather than beasts that were afraid of him and did as he wished to avoid being eaten. That would be the start of a new kind of life for the great dark dragon, and he liked the sound of it. \n\nIn fact, he liked the sound of it so much that he made his decision. He would conquer the city, and make it his. \n\nThe shadow of the dragon followed the road for another few hours, eventually falling upon the town, city, settlement of Esula. He looked upon it, the walls, the gates, and he wondered if it would be possible to make it better. \n\nCertainly, the walls were high, but they were made of wood, and not the greatest kind of wood, either, at least not to his eye. It would take little more than a breath and a moment of persuasion to tell the wood to fall apart, to leave the city defenseless. And with the guards that walked upon it keeping their eyes on the ground rather than the sky, it was clear that they weren’t used to fighting anything but other two-leggers. \n\nTruly, this place needed to wake up to the reality of the world. And who better to do the waking than himself?\n\nHe flew down to the city proper, skimming the tops of the wall where the guards were not. He could feel humans and furred ones alike turning to see what had happened, but none saw him. Revakulgr was a shadow in the night, nothing more than a flickering presence that disappeared as soon as he was known. He allowed his tail to dangle, tapping on the different buildings as he flew towards the center of the settlement, making his way to the town keep. \n\nIt soared upwards, a simple block building that was capped with a slowly tapering tower. This, and only this, seemed to be made of stone, and it was wide enough to be grander than any human needed for the purpose for which it was built. The building itself looked as if it had been made many years ago, and Revakulgr could see many places where the stone had started to crack, where the building was starting to weaken. \n\nThe feral dragon flew around the keep, flying to the tapered tower at the top and coiling himself around it. It was not a comfortable point to rest on, but it put him right at the best place for entrance to the keep itself. He twisted himself a bit tighter around the top, and then closed his eyes, his claws sinking into the tower. \n\n[i]The morning will come soon,[/i] he thought as the moon danced across the heavens. [i]When it does, this Lord Mayor will be brought forth, and the town will understand just what it means to defy a dragon…[/i]\n\nPerhaps there would be tales of his ‘mercy’ when it came to be known that he could have destroyed the entire town rather than what he planned to do. Perhaps there would be those that considered him ‘good’ compared to other dragons. Revakulgr would laugh at them. He was hardly good, just as he was hardly evil. He was merely himself, and that was all that mattered. \n\nThe dragon took a deep breath, and allowed himself sleep. Morning would come, and then, revolution. \n\n#\n\nThe dragon woke with the first sliver of light that came over the horizon, opening one large eye to see it glittering through the clouds. He groaned, shaking his head, uncoiling himself a little ways from the tower so that he could flex his wings. His eyes drifted to the walls, curious if the humans and the furred ones had spotted him yet, but they still faced out towards the road and the plains and the forest, rather than in at the greatest danger that their Esula had ever faced. \n\nHe chuckled, slowly shaking his head. It was a pity that they did not understand, but a mercy for them, as well. Those that fought would have likely died, and he didn’t want too high a body count. \n\nRevakulgr lowered his head, and he spoke the language of the ancients, the language of dark and decay. The tiles withered beneath his words and breath, crumbling into dust until a hole the width of his body had been created. He crawled through, pulling his wings tight against his back as he did, and he dug himself deeper into the building proper. \n\nThe floors of wood could barely hold his weight, and the stairs were all but impossible. Decisions of redesigns to the keep were flitting through his head, but they were scarcely as important as his target…and he could hear his target. \n\n“Is there any word from the hunters?” the Lord Mayor asked. \n\n“No, Lord Frederick. There’s nothing.”\n\n“They must have sent something.”\n\n“Nothing so far, lord. It’s only been a day, after all.”\n\n“Hmmph. They’re professionals.”\n\n“They’re travelers, sir.”\n\n“No, they’re professionals. Trust me, I know.”\n\nThe dragon smiled to himself as he heard the raw annoyance in the mayor’s voice. He had expected the human to be irked with the lack of information, but he hadn’t thought that it would be this powerful an annoyance. It was rather amusing. He slunk further down the building, until he was in the loft that oversaw the throne room. \n\nThe human mayor was seated in his throne, just as he had been during the dragon’s vision earlier in the day. He was glaring forward, his eyes fixed on a wolf-man, black-furred and standing taller than the mayor would have done. And still, Lord Frederick whined. \n\n“I tell you, they are an accomplished bunch. They should have been able to take him out already.”\n\n“They’re normal people, my Lord Mayor. There’s nothing that they could have done against a dragon. You sent them on a fool’s errand,” the wolf said. \n\n“You’re wrong! Ugh. They must have tried to take the treasure for themselves.”\n\n“Sir…I understand that you’re upset, but you have…” The wolf took a deep breath. “I must ask if you have the best interests in the town in mind, sir.”\n\n“Hmmph. And what would you know about that, hmm? What would you know about that, Jax?”\n\n“You appointed me as Captain of the Guard specifically to look out for the people of the town, and you have stirred the hornet’s nest badly with this one, sir.” \n\n“How dare you question me?!” \n\nThe mayor got out of his seat, almost throwing himself across the room. Revakulgr couldn’t help but stare, watching as the human seemed to lose himself in a rage that made no sense, and he couldn’t help but feel at least moderately fascinated by the whole thing.\n\nThe human grabbed the wolf by the collar, holding him tight. \n\n“You think that you can tell me how to run this town?”\n\n“Nnngh…I’m telling you…you’ve kicked the hornet’s nest. A dragon…a dragon does not take these things…lying down…”\n\n“He’s dead!” Lord Frederick shook his head. “He’s dead! He has to be!”\n\n“Mmph…why? Why do you have…such faith?”\n\n“Because they’re part of – ugh.”\n\nThe human threw the wolf backwards, though the captain didn’t fall over the way that the human was doubtlessly hoping. There was some strength there, and the dragon appreciated that. It meant that there was someone else in the room that might prove useful when the shift of rulership began. \n\nParticularly as this wolf seemed to understand the danger of angering a dragon. This Lord Frederick didn’t seem to have the slightest understanding of that. \n\nHe shifted around in the loft, slowly making his way to a better vantage point. He started whispering to the wood, and it rotted just as the wolf did, slowly coming apart until – \n\nCRACK!\n\nThe entire loft broke at once, and Revakulgr rode it into the throne room, using it as a way to make an entrance. The various chunks of wood landed with thumps and rattles, and both human and wolf whipped around to see him between them and the throne. The black dragon smiled to himself. \n\n“I believe I can confirm…I am still alive.”\n\n“No…”\n\nLord Frederick took a step back, his eyes wide. Revakulgr smiled. \n\n“Oh, yes, very, very much alive…”\n\nHe took a step forward, keeping the distance between him and the mayor quite consistent. The human was wrapped up in robes of brown and gold, obviously trying to look stately, but quite failing in the process. Smirking, the dragon swept his tail out, blocking the human’s retreat. \n\nAmusingly, the wolf was doing nothing to stop him. He imagined that the Captain of the Guard knew that this was not a time to interfere, that a failed attempt to save the mayor would only make things worse. \n\nHe appreciated the thoughtfulness. \n\n“Tell me, then, human. Why did you have such faith in your adventurers?”\n\n“…”\n\n“You might wish to tell me…for my curiosity and my questions are the only things that stay your journey to my belly.”\n\nAnd that was only the truth, of course. The human was going to find his way down to the dragon’s belly at some point, regardless. However, Revakulgr was willing to grant Frederick a slight stay of execution if he was willing to give up the answers to certain questions. The travelers had quite obviously been more than they appeared, particularly Jess; she had been one that had some intelligent decisions to her, and he would have imagined that if Roger hadn’t pushed her out of the leadership role, they might have been vaguely effective. \n\nNot successful, but effective. \n\nHe leaned forward, his tongue sliding from his lips and poking the human in the neck. The mayor stumbled backwards, almost falling over the dragon’s tail. \n\n“Who were they, little mayor? Who were they?”\n\n“They…they…”\n\n“I must admit, I have been curious about this, as well,” Jax said. \n\n“Stay out of this!” Frederick shouted. \n\n“Ah, do not look at your captain. Look at me. You have a decision to make, after all, and you would be best served to make the right one.”\n\nThere was a great deal of fear in the human’s eyes, now, and that was exactly what Revakulgr wanted to see. He wanted to see that worry, that anxiety, that fear, that knowledge that one was doomed unless they did what their captor demanded. He pulled his tail forward, dragging the human with it. \n\n“Now…who were they?”\n\n“They…they were criminals…criminals that worked for me in the city.”\n\n“That’s better,” the dragon said, chuckling to himself. “And you sent them after me for treasure?”\n\n“…Yes.”\n\n“But more than that.”\n\nThe dragon leaned in, slowly pushing his tongue out again. This time, just as he had whisper-licked the vixen back in the forest, drawing her secrets from her, he did the same to the human. The touch of his tongue was enough to loosen the human’s restraints. \n\n“I wanted you dead for the wealth, and to get famous. Anyone that kills a dragon has their name go down in history.”\n\n“And you thought you could kill me?”\n\n“You’re just a forest dweller. You’re supposed to be weak!”\n\n“Ah…weak, am I?”\n\nA slight spark of outrage, but easily quelled. The dragon slowly slithered around his smaller prey, pulling him into the coils of his tail and his upper body. The mayor gasped for breath, obviously aware of his mistakes. \n\n“Weak, am I?” the dragon repeated. “Do you see me as less, then, because I do not burn your countryside? Am I less, then, because I have not killed your people? Am I weaker than the others because I whisper in the shadows, rather than burn the skies?\n\n“I tell you this, little mayor. This is your last day on this earth, but you will look up from Hell and see how [i]weak[/i] I am.”\n\n“If I may, sir.”\n\nRespectful as well. Yes, that was a good change, and it spoke well to the wolf that he was willing to put aside other assumptions regarding his superiors. The dragon turned to the Captain of the Guard once more, looking down at him with his head cocked to the side. This wolf, this Jax, looked back before lowering his head once more. \n\n“I am aware that you are effectively conquering this city, Lord Revakulgr.”\n\n“You jackass! Get me out of this!”\n\n“I am afraid there is no saving you, my former mayor.”\n\n“Then what the fuck are you –”\n\n“I am attending to the people of Esula, as I am so sworn.”\n\nA man of duty. That was a rarity. Revakulgr gestured with a forepaw for the young wolf to continue, and the Captain did. \n\n“Doubtlessly, you will be setting up your own laws among the people, but as a gesture of respect to their current laws, I ask that you make the execution of Lord Frederick public. It will go a long way towards giving them trust in you, and they will see what you offer them in terms of leadership. If you do it in hiding, then I doubt that you will gain what you seek.”\n\n“…You have an interesting mind, wolf.”\n\n“I offer protection to my people. It is all I can do.”\n\n“You offer advice to your ruler, as well. I may keep you.”\n\nCertainly as a potential toy. He imagined that the wolf would be a fine one to have under him, and certainly better than some of the other potential lovers that he might find in the city. The wolf, at least, seemed to have a body that was used to the sort of abuse that the dragon might put it through. \n\nHe smiled to himself, looking down at the mayor. \n\n“It seems that you live…for another ten minutes.”\n\n“You can’t…I can give you treasure. Please, just spare me until I can get it.”\n\n“I am a different dragon than you are used to, two-legger. Treasure is not my end goal, nor is it what I need. It is merely a way of keeping score…and your death is worth more to me than whatever paltry gold you have left.” He nosed the human towards the stairs. “Down. We descend…and soon, you will be nothing but chunks in my stomach.”\n\n#\n\nThey reached the main square, and it was clear that there was a servant or something in the keep that had seen the dragon emerge from the loft, because everyone in Esula had been gathered. They stared at the mayor and they screamed at the sight of Revakulgr as they emerged from the tower. Some ran for the hills, while others gripped staffs and spears, unsure of what the future held. \n\nAs they emerged, Captain Jax held his arms over his head, calling to the crowd. He explained the situation, of the mayor’s use of criminals as enforcers, and how they had been sent to the dragon’s forest in an attempt to kill him. Due to the negligence of the mayor, that had woken the dragon, stirred his wrath, and it was due to the mayor’s greed and foolishness that they were all under threat now. \n\nOnly one thing could save them, and that was the death of the mayor. \n\nRevakulgr was almost amused as some of the guards rushed forward, swords drawn. Not for him, of course, but for the mayor. In less than a second, they had gone from being willing to fight the dragon with the right leadership to sacrificing the idiot that had stirred his wrath. It was different to find a town that seemed to have its head on straight, to understand the mathematics of the situation. \n\nThey knew the difference between one life and all lives. \n\nHowever, Jax called them to a stop. The wolf stood between them and the mayor, and then turned to face the dragon again. \n\n“As the offended party, Lord Revakulgr, please, dispose of the accused as you see fit.”\n\n“I plan to.”\n\n“What is needed?”\n\n“Strip the human. I will not eat his robe; just him.”\n\nThe crowd was quick, despite the mayor’s complaints. The robe came free, and then the other pieces and markers of his office. A chain around his neck, a couple of rings, and more were ripped off of him, thrown into a pile at the side. Soon, the pale-skinned, dark-haired mayor was stripped of everything, standing in humiliation with one hand over his groin and the other trying to cover his ass. He blushed worse than any man that the dragon had seen before, and glanced about with raw hate. \n\n“Human.”\n\nFrederick turned to face him. \n\n“You could have let me be…now, you have brought me before you. Perhaps, if you’d brought an offer to me, you could have been made rich.”\n\nThe dragon leaned forward, his long neck stretching, his mouth opening as drool started to flow between his teeth. \n\n“Instead, you will be made dead.”\n\n“No, no please! You can’t –”\n\nIf there was one thing that you did not do with a dragon, it was tell them what they could and couldn’t do. Revakulgr lunged forward, swallowing around the human’s head, his teeth digging into the bare flesh further down. The mayor screamed, the sound muffled in the back of the dragon’s throat as he pushed down more and more, his snout reaching the human’s waist before he finally whipped his head back.\n\nGravity began to take effect, and the warmth of blood and flesh passed over his tongue. He bobbed his head forward, back, forward, forcing the human mayor further down his throat. The gasps of his audience, the shock and awe that they immediately seemed to have for him, were food for his ego just as the mayor was food for his belly. \n\nHe felt the squirming start, the human finally realizing that this was actually happening. The mayor was trying to pull his arms up, trying to push down, but there was nothing in the dragon’s slick throat for him to get a grip on. All he could do was keep sliding, falling, going further and further down the beast’s throat. \n\nOnce more, Revakulgr felt the bulge of the other man in his neck, feeling the body as it worked its way down from his head towards his gut. He felt the greasy flesh against his tongue, the taste nowhere near as pleasant as the fox in the hunter party had been. Forcing himself to keep swallowing, he dragged that bulge down his neck further and further, clenching his throat down on that body, making it crunch slightly in the process. \n\nThe vibrations of that scream definitely were felt, but they were drowned out by the many winces and gasps in the crowd. They understood. They [i]understood[/i] what it meant to cross a dragon. \n\nSwallow, swallow, each one bringing the human closer to his guts. He felt the head of the mayor pop out of his throat and into the space above his stomach, and he lifted a forepaw to rub along his neck, encouraging the squirming, writhing meal to finish dropping down. It wasn’t the most comfortable slide, but eventually, it popped in. \n\nWith his neck free, Revakulgr was able to look down again. He could feel, even see the bulges of the human writhing around in his stomach. More than a few faces in the crowd had gone green as they realized that this was real, that the dragon had just punished their mayor quite severely for a very dangerous crime. \n\nHowever, none had turned against him, not had spoken up. \n\nCaptain Jax stepped forward, the wolf cautiously reaching out. The Captain of the Guard touched the dragon’s stomach, something that the dragon was willing enough to allow, and held his furred hand there until the squirming stopped. \n\n“Justice is passed; Lord Frederick is dead.”\n\nThe crowd heaved a sigh, though whether it was of relief or some other emotion was hard to tell. Certainly, Revakulgr didn’t have much of an opinion on it. He was merely happy to have removed a threat, one that could have become far worse in the next few months if he hadn’t done anything. \n\nHowever, Jax wasn’t done. \n\n“In recompense for the actions of the former Lord Mayor, and in my duties as the Captain of the Guard, I hereby name Revakulgr as the new Lord Mayor until such time as we can elect a new one.”\n\nThe black dragon expected an argument from the town, but again, they went with it rather than fight it. He was impressed; the wolf was a good manager. \n\nAnd could become quite the asset…\n\n“Captain.”\n\nThe wolf turned to him as the crowd began to disperse. The dragon nodded towards the tower, and the wolf got the hint, moving towards the door. The dragon followed, and they ascended. \n\n#\n\nThe throne room was empty, and this time, he ensured that they wouldn’t be bothered. Revakulgr sealed them in with words of darkness, then turned to the armored wolf. He cocked his head to the side, and spoke one word more. \n\nClick. \n\nThe armor that the soldier wore slid right off, but despite the wide-eyed expression that Jax got, he didn’t flee. If anything, he crossed his arms slowly, waiting for an explanation. The dragon chuckled. \n\n“It seems that you have a great deal of tolerance for…unexpected situations.”\n\n“It’s part of the job, Lord Mayor.”\n\n“And if I were to tell you that part of the job involves ‘satisfying’ me?”\n\n“…”\n\n“Are you one that has only laid with females?”\n\n“That’d one way of putting it.”\n\n“Then it is time that you experienced the other way.”\n\n“…I get the feeling that you aren’t meaning letting me fuck your ass.”\n\n“Hardly.”\n\nThe dragon lifted one hind-leg, his sheath slowly dropping down a bit further, and his cock dropping from it. For once, Jax’s eyes widened enough to genuinely look surprised rather than distracted, and his mouth dropped at about the same rate that the dragon’s cock did. Revakulgr smiled. \n\n“I see that you did not expect this.”\n\n“I…did not.”\n\n“Well, then…I believe it is time you learned.”\n\n“There’s no way that’s fitting inside of me.”\n\n“It has fit females.”\n\n“Well, I’m not a female, am I?”\n\n“Your body will learn…”\n\nHe nosed the wolf towards the throne, and almost reluctantly, Jax went with it. He chuckled to himself, knowing that it was going to be quite the interesting experience for the wolf to take something so large…\n\nAnd he knew that it would take a little persuasion to make the body know what it wanted.\n\nDropping his snout, he nosed under the wolf’s tail, giving the tiniest of licks along the soft, damp fur. The wolf gasped, then hissed, then shivered. \n\n“What…what are you…”\n\n“A small spell, to remind you of the old days, when the hunters of hunters could claim anything that they wanted…”\n\nHe smiled as he watched the wolf’s cheeks part, a hole puckering and pulsing beneath that tail. It was already eager, already remembering what it felt like in the far past where those caught by dragons submitted in whatever way they could. In this case, the wolf would be given the same treatment that those that had been caught long before him had. \n\nRevakulgr sauntered forward, his bulk pushing Jax over the throne, even as he came up behind him with his erection. Two feet in length would be difficult to sheath in a two-legger…but he would manage. \n\nIf the wolf had been entirely sober, he was pretty sure that the other male would have had more objections. Not just the idea of taking a dick, either, but one from a feral. Being under a beast. Being an animal again, rather than one that had gotten up on two legs and made a life for itself. Being a bitch rather than a captain. \n\nBut thanks to the dragon’s spell, all of those thoughts had obviously fled the captain. It was particularly obvious as the wolf raised his tail, the way that the captain shivered, the way that he panted. Oh, he was interested, alright, despite all the taboos against being with a beast. Revakulgr chuckled deep in his throat, sliding into position, putting his cock right against the wolf’s hole. \n\n“Are you ready?”\n\n“Yes…god yes…”\n\n“Once this is done, there is no going back.”\n\n“I know…just…do it…”\n\nThe dragon smiled…and did just that. \n\nThe pressure that it took to get his cock past that pucker the first time was immense. He had to lean forward, making one long, slow thrust, taking his time to apply more and more pressure to that pucker due to their size difference. Soon enough, however, the hole started to give, to bend, to slowly open up to all the pressure that he was applying. Jax was gasping for air, his eyes rolling back in their sockets – \n\nPOP!\n\nAnd then it was in. \n\nThe wolf was nearly gone, slumping forward, the only reasons he was still vaguely resembling ‘upright’ being the throne under him and the dick in him. The dragon chuckled to himself. \n\n“A little much for your first time?”\n\nThere was no answer from the Captain of the Guard, but there was a clear response in the way that his cock bulged, thrusting forward from between his legs. There was already some pre oozing from the tip, running down towards his balls, and it was clear that the wolf was enjoying himself far more than he wanted. Revakulgr thrust gently, just once, and the wolf immediately whimpered, gasping, twitching. \n\nOh, he was enjoying it, alright. \n\n[i]It seems that I might have a convert to the joys of cock…[/i]\n\nShaking his head in mild amusement, Revakulgr started thrusting again. Not harshly, but gently, working his cock forward, then back, then forward again. There was some slight difficulty at first, considering that he had barely gotten the head of his cock in so far, and it was easy to pop it back out, but shoving it back in only seemed to make Jax that much more aroused. He could feel the wolf shaking, gasping, panting, obviously fighting against the urge to cum, and he knew that it was useless. \n\n“Let it happen,” he whispered.\n\n“Nnngh…”\n\n“You’re going to cum. Just let it happen.”\n\nJax was still trying to hold back, the wolf trying to hold onto some sense of dignity, some sense of what was right and proper. That wasn’t going to work for him. Revakulgr slowly pulled back, and then pushed in…and in…and in. Each and every inch of that two foot cock went further and further into that hole, and soon, the wolf wasn’t making any noise besides a low, needy whimper. \n\nThat, and a splutting sort of sound as his seed soaked the bottom of the throne. \n\n“Good boy…”\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Revakulgr decides to go to Esula, bringing the conflict to the guy that started it in the first place. \n\nTags: M/M, vore, wolf, human, dragon, feral dragon, oral vore, digestion, anal, spell, magic, mild corruption, nudity, fantasy, miniseries, bestiality, feral, feral/anthro, ",
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An Expanded Mastery Part 2 For Revakulgr By Draconicon
Revakulgr waited until the sun set before taking flight from his forest. While the light would not have deterred him, it would have revealed him, and with the city obviously seeking his destruction, he wasn’t in the mood to deal with greater dangers than he had to. The dragon reached the clouds, then leveled out, flying under them in the moonless night.
I wonder what greed has pushed them to this…
It didn’t matter, he supposed. They were all waiting for the chance to hear that he was dead, to see if they were able to go after his hoard. There was only so much that any dragon could tolerate, and he had reached his limits.
It was a pity that Lisa had been so cock-drunk by the end of their session; he had been hoping to get more information from her. Yet, with all the pleasure that she had taken from riding his bestial cock, she had been all but incoherent. He had left her with the foxes, hoping that they could get more information from her before they set out in the morning. Perhaps then, if the city wasn’t already his, he would have all the facts.
He followed the road from the forest, flapping his wings every minute or so and relying on the winds around him to keep him aloft. The soft thud of his wings cracking through the wind was harsh enough to send him further up, and he didn’t need to be in the clouds. That would obscure even his sight, and he wished to know when he had reached his destination.
The dark dragon wondered what he would do to the city when he arrived. He had already decided that the mayor, at least, would be put into his place, with great prejudice. The rest of the town, however, had yet to prove whether they were guilty or innocent.
Yet, for all that he had decided to remove a figure of power, he had yet to consider how he would replace them. The obvious answer, with another mortal, seemed to be a good one, but now that he had time to think about it, the idea lost some of its appeal.
After all, what was to keep them from making the same mistake as the current mayor? What was there to be done to keep the Lord Mayor from becoming another threat to him when they realized how much there might be gained by killing him? He would set up a cycle, if he was not careful.
Yet, what else was there for him to do?
Take the town for myself.
The thought came to him as if from nowhere, but the dragon entertained it with the same serious consideration that he had given to putting Lisa on the throne of the city. It was, however, a more interesting solution.
Certainly, it would require him to be a bit more present than he had been. He couldn’t just go back to his forest when this was done, couldn’t leave the mortals and two-leggers in the town alone. They would cause more problems if their ruler wasn’t present, and he would have to bring his hoard to the town, making sure that it stayed safe for the entire journey.
Yet, for all that, there was a possibility here that hadn’t been present in any of the other ones. It would give him a greater name, and he would stand out in the world that much more…
And he would have underlings. Proper underlings, rather than beasts that were afraid of him and did as he wished to avoid being eaten. That would be the start of a new kind of life for the great dark dragon, and he liked the sound of it.
In fact, he liked the sound of it so much that he made his decision. He would conquer the city, and make it his.
The shadow of the dragon followed the road for another few hours, eventually falling upon the town, city, settlement of Esula. He looked upon it, the walls, the gates, and he wondered if it would be possible to make it better.
Certainly, the walls were high, but they were made of wood, and not the greatest kind of wood, either, at least not to his eye. It would take little more than a breath and a moment of persuasion to tell the wood to fall apart, to leave the city defenseless. And with the guards that walked upon it keeping their eyes on the ground rather than the sky, it was clear that they weren’t used to fighting anything but other two-leggers.
Truly, this place needed to wake up to the reality of the world. And who better to do the waking than himself?
He flew down to the city proper, skimming the tops of the wall where the guards were not. He could feel humans and furred ones alike turning to see what had happened, but none saw him. Revakulgr was a shadow in the night, nothing more than a flickering presence that disappeared as soon as he was known. He allowed his tail to dangle, tapping on the different buildings as he flew towards the center of the settlement, making his way to the town keep.
It soared upwards, a simple block building that was capped with a slowly tapering tower. This, and only this, seemed to be made of stone, and it was wide enough to be grander than any human needed for the purpose for which it was built. The building itself looked as if it had been made many years ago, and Revakulgr could see many places where the stone had started to crack, where the building was starting to weaken.
The feral dragon flew around the keep, flying to the tapered tower at the top and coiling himself around it. It was not a comfortable point to rest on, but it put him right at the best place for entrance to the keep itself. He twisted himself a bit tighter around the top, and then closed his eyes, his claws sinking into the tower.
The morning will come soon, he thought as the moon danced across the heavens. When it does, this Lord Mayor will be brought forth, and the town will understand just what it means to defy a dragon…
Perhaps there would be tales of his ‘mercy’ when it came to be known that he could have destroyed the entire town rather than what he planned to do. Perhaps there would be those that considered him ‘good’ compared to other dragons. Revakulgr would laugh at them. He was hardly good, just as he was hardly evil. He was merely himself, and that was all that mattered.
The dragon took a deep breath, and allowed himself sleep. Morning would come, and then, revolution.
#
The dragon woke with the first sliver of light that came over the horizon, opening one large eye to see it glittering through the clouds. He groaned, shaking his head, uncoiling himself a little ways from the tower so that he could flex his wings. His eyes drifted to the walls, curious if the humans and the furred ones had spotted him yet, but they still faced out towards the road and the plains and the forest, rather than in at the greatest danger that their Esula had ever faced.
He chuckled, slowly shaking his head. It was a pity that they did not understand, but a mercy for them, as well. Those that fought would have likely died, and he didn’t want too high a body count.
Revakulgr lowered his head, and he spoke the language of the ancients, the language of dark and decay. The tiles withered beneath his words and breath, crumbling into dust until a hole the width of his body had been created. He crawled through, pulling his wings tight against his back as he did, and he dug himself deeper into the building proper.
The floors of wood could barely hold his weight, and the stairs were all but impossible. Decisions of redesigns to the keep were flitting through his head, but they were scarcely as important as his target…and he could hear his target.
“Is there any word from the hunters?” the Lord Mayor asked.
“No, Lord Frederick. There’s nothing.”
“They must have sent something.”
“Nothing so far, lord. It’s only been a day, after all.”
“Hmmph. They’re professionals.”
“They’re travelers, sir.”
“No, they’re professionals. Trust me, I know.”
The dragon smiled to himself as he heard the raw annoyance in the mayor’s voice. He had expected the human to be irked with the lack of information, but he hadn’t thought that it would be this powerful an annoyance. It was rather amusing. He slunk further down the building, until he was in the loft that oversaw the throne room.
The human mayor was seated in his throne, just as he had been during the dragon’s vision earlier in the day. He was glaring forward, his eyes fixed on a wolf-man, black-furred and standing taller than the mayor would have done. And still, Lord Frederick whined.
“I tell you, they are an accomplished bunch. They should have been able to take him out already.”
“They’re normal people, my Lord Mayor. There’s nothing that they could have done against a dragon. You sent them on a fool’s errand,” the wolf said.
“You’re wrong! Ugh. They must have tried to take the treasure for themselves.”
“Sir…I understand that you’re upset, but you have…” The wolf took a deep breath. “I must ask if you have the best interests in the town in mind, sir.”
“Hmmph. And what would you know about that, hmm? What would you know about that, Jax?”
“You appointed me as Captain of the Guard specifically to look out for the people of the town, and you have stirred the hornet’s nest badly with this one, sir.”
“How dare you question me?!”
The mayor got out of his seat, almost throwing himself across the room. Revakulgr couldn’t help but stare, watching as the human seemed to lose himself in a rage that made no sense, and he couldn’t help but feel at least moderately fascinated by the whole thing.
The human grabbed the wolf by the collar, holding him tight.
“You think that you can tell me how to run this town?”
“Nnngh…I’m telling you…you’ve kicked the hornet’s nest. A dragon…a dragon does not take these things…lying down…”
“He’s dead!” Lord Frederick shook his head. “He’s dead! He has to be!”
“Mmph…why? Why do you have…such faith?”
“Because they’re part of – ugh.”
The human threw the wolf backwards, though the captain didn’t fall over the way that the human was doubtlessly hoping. There was some strength there, and the dragon appreciated that. It meant that there was someone else in the room that might prove useful when the shift of rulership began.
Particularly as this wolf seemed to understand the danger of angering a dragon. This Lord Frederick didn’t seem to have the slightest understanding of that.
He shifted around in the loft, slowly making his way to a better vantage point. He started whispering to the wood, and it rotted just as the wolf did, slowly coming apart until –
CRACK!
The entire loft broke at once, and Revakulgr rode it into the throne room, using it as a way to make an entrance. The various chunks of wood landed with thumps and rattles, and both human and wolf whipped around to see him between them and the throne. The black dragon smiled to himself.
“I believe I can confirm…I am still alive.”
“No…”
Lord Frederick took a step back, his eyes wide. Revakulgr smiled.
“Oh, yes, very, very much alive…”
He took a step forward, keeping the distance between him and the mayor quite consistent. The human was wrapped up in robes of brown and gold, obviously trying to look stately, but quite failing in the process. Smirking, the dragon swept his tail out, blocking the human’s retreat.
Amusingly, the wolf was doing nothing to stop him. He imagined that the Captain of the Guard knew that this was not a time to interfere, that a failed attempt to save the mayor would only make things worse.
He appreciated the thoughtfulness.
“Tell me, then, human. Why did you have such faith in your adventurers?”
“…”
“You might wish to tell me…for my curiosity and my questions are the only things that stay your journey to my belly.”
And that was only the truth, of course. The human was going to find his way down to the dragon’s belly at some point, regardless. However, Revakulgr was willing to grant Frederick a slight stay of execution if he was willing to give up the answers to certain questions. The travelers had quite obviously been more than they appeared, particularly Jess; she had been one that had some intelligent decisions to her, and he would have imagined that if Roger hadn’t pushed her out of the leadership role, they might have been vaguely effective.
Not successful, but effective.
He leaned forward, his tongue sliding from his lips and poking the human in the neck. The mayor stumbled backwards, almost falling over the dragon’s tail.
“Who were they, little mayor? Who were they?”
“They…they…”
“I must admit, I have been curious about this, as well,” Jax said.
“Stay out of this!” Frederick shouted.
“Ah, do not look at your captain. Look at me. You have a decision to make, after all, and you would be best served to make the right one.”
There was a great deal of fear in the human’s eyes, now, and that was exactly what Revakulgr wanted to see. He wanted to see that worry, that anxiety, that fear, that knowledge that one was doomed unless they did what their captor demanded. He pulled his tail forward, dragging the human with it.
“Now…who were they?”
“They…they were criminals…criminals that worked for me in the city.”
“That’s better,” the dragon said, chuckling to himself. “And you sent them after me for treasure?”
“…Yes.”
“But more than that.”
The dragon leaned in, slowly pushing his tongue out again. This time, just as he had whisper-licked the vixen back in the forest, drawing her secrets from her, he did the same to the human. The touch of his tongue was enough to loosen the human’s restraints.
“I wanted you dead for the wealth, and to get famous. Anyone that kills a dragon has their name go down in history.”
“And you thought you could kill me?”
“You’re just a forest dweller. You’re supposed to be weak!”
“Ah…weak, am I?”
A slight spark of outrage, but easily quelled. The dragon slowly slithered around his smaller prey, pulling him into the coils of his tail and his upper body. The mayor gasped for breath, obviously aware of his mistakes.
“Weak, am I?” the dragon repeated. “Do you see me as less, then, because I do not burn your countryside? Am I less, then, because I have not killed your people? Am I weaker than the others because I whisper in the shadows, rather than burn the skies?
“I tell you this, little mayor. This is your last day on this earth, but you will look up from Hell and see how weak I am.”
“If I may, sir.”
Respectful as well. Yes, that was a good change, and it spoke well to the wolf that he was willing to put aside other assumptions regarding his superiors. The dragon turned to the Captain of the Guard once more, looking down at him with his head cocked to the side. This wolf, this Jax, looked back before lowering his head once more.
“I am aware that you are effectively conquering this city, Lord Revakulgr.”
“You jackass! Get me out of this!”
“I am afraid there is no saving you, my former mayor.”
“Then what the fuck are you –”
“I am attending to the people of Esula, as I am so sworn.”
A man of duty. That was a rarity. Revakulgr gestured with a forepaw for the young wolf to continue, and the Captain did.
“Doubtlessly, you will be setting up your own laws among the people, but as a gesture of respect to their current laws, I ask that you make the execution of Lord Frederick public. It will go a long way towards giving them trust in you, and they will see what you offer them in terms of leadership. If you do it in hiding, then I doubt that you will gain what you seek.”
“…You have an interesting mind, wolf.”
“I offer protection to my people. It is all I can do.”
“You offer advice to your ruler, as well. I may keep you.”
Certainly as a potential toy. He imagined that the wolf would be a fine one to have under him, and certainly better than some of the other potential lovers that he might find in the city. The wolf, at least, seemed to have a body that was used to the sort of abuse that the dragon might put it through.
He smiled to himself, looking down at the mayor.
“It seems that you live…for another ten minutes.”
“You can’t…I can give you treasure. Please, just spare me until I can get it.”
“I am a different dragon than you are used to, two-legger. Treasure is not my end goal, nor is it what I need. It is merely a way of keeping score…and your death is worth more to me than whatever paltry gold you have left.” He nosed the human towards the stairs. “Down. We descend…and soon, you will be nothing but chunks in my stomach.”
#
They reached the main square, and it was clear that there was a servant or something in the keep that had seen the dragon emerge from the loft, because everyone in Esula had been gathered. They stared at the mayor and they screamed at the sight of Revakulgr as they emerged from the tower. Some ran for the hills, while others gripped staffs and spears, unsure of what the future held.
As they emerged, Captain Jax held his arms over his head, calling to the crowd. He explained the situation, of the mayor’s use of criminals as enforcers, and how they had been sent to the dragon’s forest in an attempt to kill him. Due to the negligence of the mayor, that had woken the dragon, stirred his wrath, and it was due to the mayor’s greed and foolishness that they were all under threat now.
Only one thing could save them, and that was the death of the mayor.
Revakulgr was almost amused as some of the guards rushed forward, swords drawn. Not for him, of course, but for the mayor. In less than a second, they had gone from being willing to fight the dragon with the right leadership to sacrificing the idiot that had stirred his wrath. It was different to find a town that seemed to have its head on straight, to understand the mathematics of the situation.
They knew the difference between one life and all lives.
However, Jax called them to a stop. The wolf stood between them and the mayor, and then turned to face the dragon again.
“As the offended party, Lord Revakulgr, please, dispose of the accused as you see fit.”
“I plan to.”
“What is needed?”
“Strip the human. I will not eat his robe; just him.”
The crowd was quick, despite the mayor’s complaints. The robe came free, and then the other pieces and markers of his office. A chain around his neck, a couple of rings, and more were ripped off of him, thrown into a pile at the side. Soon, the pale-skinned, dark-haired mayor was stripped of everything, standing in humiliation with one hand over his groin and the other trying to cover his ass. He blushed worse than any man that the dragon had seen before, and glanced about with raw hate.
“Human.”
Frederick turned to face him.
“You could have let me be…now, you have brought me before you. Perhaps, if you’d brought an offer to me, you could have been made rich.”
The dragon leaned forward, his long neck stretching, his mouth opening as drool started to flow between his teeth.
“Instead, you will be made dead.”
“No, no please! You can’t –”
If there was one thing that you did not do with a dragon, it was tell them what they could and couldn’t do. Revakulgr lunged forward, swallowing around the human’s head, his teeth digging into the bare flesh further down. The mayor screamed, the sound muffled in the back of the dragon’s throat as he pushed down more and more, his snout reaching the human’s waist before he finally whipped his head back.
Gravity began to take effect, and the warmth of blood and flesh passed over his tongue. He bobbed his head forward, back, forward, forcing the human mayor further down his throat. The gasps of his audience, the shock and awe that they immediately seemed to have for him, were food for his ego just as the mayor was food for his belly.
He felt the squirming start, the human finally realizing that this was actually happening. The mayor was trying to pull his arms up, trying to push down, but there was nothing in the dragon’s slick throat for him to get a grip on. All he could do was keep sliding, falling, going further and further down the beast’s throat.
Once more, Revakulgr felt the bulge of the other man in his neck, feeling the body as it worked its way down from his head towards his gut. He felt the greasy flesh against his tongue, the taste nowhere near as pleasant as the fox in the hunter party had been. Forcing himself to keep swallowing, he dragged that bulge down his neck further and further, clenching his throat down on that body, making it crunch slightly in the process.
The vibrations of that scream definitely were felt, but they were drowned out by the many winces and gasps in the crowd. They understood. They understood what it meant to cross a dragon.
Swallow, swallow, each one bringing the human closer to his guts. He felt the head of the mayor pop out of his throat and into the space above his stomach, and he lifted a forepaw to rub along his neck, encouraging the squirming, writhing meal to finish dropping down. It wasn’t the most comfortable slide, but eventually, it popped in.
With his neck free, Revakulgr was able to look down again. He could feel, even see the bulges of the human writhing around in his stomach. More than a few faces in the crowd had gone green as they realized that this was real, that the dragon had just punished their mayor quite severely for a very dangerous crime.
However, none had turned against him, not had spoken up.
Captain Jax stepped forward, the wolf cautiously reaching out. The Captain of the Guard touched the dragon’s stomach, something that the dragon was willing enough to allow, and held his furred hand there until the squirming stopped.
“Justice is passed; Lord Frederick is dead.”
The crowd heaved a sigh, though whether it was of relief or some other emotion was hard to tell. Certainly, Revakulgr didn’t have much of an opinion on it. He was merely happy to have removed a threat, one that could have become far worse in the next few months if he hadn’t done anything.
However, Jax wasn’t done.
“In recompense for the actions of the former Lord Mayor, and in my duties as the Captain of the Guard, I hereby name Revakulgr as the new Lord Mayor until such time as we can elect a new one.”
The black dragon expected an argument from the town, but again, they went with it rather than fight it. He was impressed; the wolf was a good manager.
And could become quite the asset…
“Captain.”
The wolf turned to him as the crowd began to disperse. The dragon nodded towards the tower, and the wolf got the hint, moving towards the door. The dragon followed, and they ascended.
#
The throne room was empty, and this time, he ensured that they wouldn’t be bothered. Revakulgr sealed them in with words of darkness, then turned to the armored wolf. He cocked his head to the side, and spoke one word more.
Click.
The armor that the soldier wore slid right off, but despite the wide-eyed expression that Jax got, he didn’t flee. If anything, he crossed his arms slowly, waiting for an explanation. The dragon chuckled.
“It seems that you have a great deal of tolerance for…unexpected situations.”
“It’s part of the job, Lord Mayor.”
“And if I were to tell you that part of the job involves ‘satisfying’ me?”
“…”
“Are you one that has only laid with females?”
“That’d one way of putting it.”
“Then it is time that you experienced the other way.”
“…I get the feeling that you aren’t meaning letting me fuck your ass.”
“Hardly.”
The dragon lifted one hind-leg, his sheath slowly dropping down a bit further, and his cock dropping from it. For once, Jax’s eyes widened enough to genuinely look surprised rather than distracted, and his mouth dropped at about the same rate that the dragon’s cock did. Revakulgr smiled.
“I see that you did not expect this.”
“I…did not.”
“Well, then…I believe it is time you learned.”
“There’s no way that’s fitting inside of me.”
“It has fit females.”
“Well, I’m not a female, am I?”
“Your body will learn…”
He nosed the wolf towards the throne, and almost reluctantly, Jax went with it. He chuckled to himself, knowing that it was going to be quite the interesting experience for the wolf to take something so large…
And he knew that it would take a little persuasion to make the body know what it wanted.
Dropping his snout, he nosed under the wolf’s tail, giving the tiniest of licks along the soft, damp fur. The wolf gasped, then hissed, then shivered.
“What…what are you…”
“A small spell, to remind you of the old days, when the hunters of hunters could claim anything that they wanted…”
He smiled as he watched the wolf’s cheeks part, a hole puckering and pulsing beneath that tail. It was already eager, already remembering what it felt like in the far past where those caught by dragons submitted in whatever way they could. In this case, the wolf would be given the same treatment that those that had been caught long before him had.
Revakulgr sauntered forward, his bulk pushing Jax over the throne, even as he came up behind him with his erection. Two feet in length would be difficult to sheath in a two-legger…but he would manage.
If the wolf had been entirely sober, he was pretty sure that the other male would have had more objections. Not just the idea of taking a dick, either, but one from a feral. Being under a beast. Being an animal again, rather than one that had gotten up on two legs and made a life for itself. Being a bitch rather than a captain.
But thanks to the dragon’s spell, all of those thoughts had obviously fled the captain. It was particularly obvious as the wolf raised his tail, the way that the captain shivered, the way that he panted. Oh, he was interested, alright, despite all the taboos against being with a beast. Revakulgr chuckled deep in his throat, sliding into position, putting his cock right against the wolf’s hole.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes…god yes…”
“Once this is done, there is no going back.”
“I know…just…do it…”
The dragon smiled…and did just that.
The pressure that it took to get his cock past that pucker the first time was immense. He had to lean forward, making one long, slow thrust, taking his time to apply more and more pressure to that pucker due to their size difference. Soon enough, however, the hole started to give, to bend, to slowly open up to all the pressure that he was applying. Jax was gasping for air, his eyes rolling back in their sockets –
POP!
And then it was in.
The wolf was nearly gone, slumping forward, the only reasons he was still vaguely resembling ‘upright’ being the throne under him and the dick in him. The dragon chuckled to himself.
“A little much for your first time?”
There was no answer from the Captain of the Guard, but there was a clear response in the way that his cock bulged, thrusting forward from between his legs. There was already some pre oozing from the tip, running down towards his balls, and it was clear that the wolf was enjoying himself far more than he wanted. Revakulgr thrust gently, just once, and the wolf immediately whimpered, gasping, twitching.
Oh, he was enjoying it, alright.
It seems that I might have a convert to the joys of cock…
Shaking his head in mild amusement, Revakulgr started thrusting again. Not harshly, but gently, working his cock forward, then back, then forward again. There was some slight difficulty at first, considering that he had barely gotten the head of his cock in so far, and it was easy to pop it back out, but shoving it back in only seemed to make Jax that much more aroused. He could feel the wolf shaking, gasping, panting, obviously fighting against the urge to cum, and he knew that it was useless.
“Let it happen,” he whispered.
“Nnngh…”
“You’re going to cum. Just let it happen.”
Jax was still trying to hold back, the wolf trying to hold onto some sense of dignity, some sense of what was right and proper. That wasn’t going to work for him. Revakulgr slowly pulled back, and then pushed in…and in…and in. Each and every inch of that two foot cock went further and further into that hole, and soon, the wolf wasn’t making any noise besides a low, needy whimper.
That, and a splutting sort of sound as his seed soaked the bottom of the throne.
“Good boy…”
The End
Summary: Revakulgr decides to go to Esula, bringing the conflict to the guy that started it in the first place.