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Enjoy.", "writing": "[b][u][center]An Expanded Mastery\nPart 3\nFor Revakulgr\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nThe settlement of Esula had grown quiet since the arrival of Revakulgr, and with the entrenchment of his authority as the new Lord Mayor, they had become satisfied with the protection that they were offered. The guards had started to become lazy, but that had stopped as the newly-worshipful guard captain had made it clear that they still had to do their duties. Just because they had a dragon living in the settlement didn’t mean that he would be doing all the work. Just some of it. \n\nIt had been two weeks since the dragon had become Lord Mayor, and he had to admit, it was an interesting time for his authority. He enjoyed having the power to order anything that he wanted, to live in the open, to allow those that were interested in him to come close without having to worry about them trying to take his territory or his treasures. Here in town, with his power as their overlord, it was clear to everyone who he was: their master. And if they wanted their master to be happy with them, then they needed to put in the work to make sure that he was. There was no way around it. \n\nSo, they had done as he had ordered them. Several hunters were sent to start bringing his hoard from the forest to Esula, and in the process, they had brough the more bipedal forms of his hoard, as well. The fox and vixen had come, as had Lisa, and they had settled in the keep with him, serving as his main form of amusement and pleasure when Jax was busy. The fact that the dragon overlord had people to keep him from being too bored, to keep him from going out and rutting the rest of the town, was all that the people of Esula needed to know to feel safe. \n\nAnd they needed to feel safe, considering that Revakulgr regularly took to walking the streets of the town, showing off his great strength, his sleek body, and – it must be admitted – his oversized sheath. More than once, he had slowed as he went by houses where he could smell someone in heat, and he had slowed further when his hind legs were near the window. He had felt the stares, the way that different females stared at his equipment, and every time, his ego got a little boost from it. \n\nHowever, that was only the start of his desires. \n\nIt didn’t take long before boredom started to set in. Despite the fact that he had conquered a town, despite the fact that his name was starting to spread through the world, despite the fact that he had a miniature harem of two females, a male, and a voyeuristic male, he felt like he didn’t quite have enough. It was in the nature of dragons to always want more, he supposed, but it was a bit of a pity that he couldn’t be satisfied with just this. \n\nHe rested, coiled around the great throne in the keep, and stared at the slumbering members of his harem. Lisa, flat on her back with her legs spread, oozed his seed from being fucked just before they had all bedded down. The human’s pubic hair had long since been crushed beneath his balls, forced flat, matted with his seed. He would probably have to have her shave at some point, just to avoid causing her pain, but it meant that she had the look of one claimed. \n\nAnd no surprise, really. The human had always been eager for him, despite having been sent for his head. As soon as she had been offered the chance to bed him instead, she had taken it, eagerly offering her body up as a sacrifice for her life. Her pussy had opened for him, and he had taken it, filling her, shaping her like the little bitch that she waned to be. \n\nAnd then there was the vixen, the nameless breeder that had been ever so willing to sacrifice herself for the life of her and her husband. She had given up fucking the male, to be fair, but she had been more than willing to throw herself on him. She wanted his cock with a hunger that rivaled his own for the more annoying two-leggers in the city, and she was more than willing to do whatever she needed to in order to have it. He had made her eat out Lisa’s pussy and ass, and the vixen had been more than willing to do it, to do anything that he asked as long as it meant that she got fucked afterward. \n\nAnd then, there was Jax. The wolf was missing at that point, but he knew that was only because the Captain of the Guard had to see to the city as well as to him. He would be back, later, and then they would be back to rutting. All it had taken was one good fuck, and the wolf had been his for life. \n\nDespite all that, he felt bored. He needed more. \n\nThe black dragon lifted his head from his hoard of sluts, slowly reaching out into the darkness of the midnight hour. There were secrets out there, secrets that he could call to him like the sirens on the sea. Secrets always desired to be known, and they were keen to come to one that could speak their language. \n\nHe spoke, and they came as if on bat wings, fluttering about his head. In the dark, it was easy to see them, and he started to pluck at them, pulling them into his mouth and feeding on the knowledge that they carried. \n\nMany were minor secrets, little more than affairs that the mortals carried on between each other. There were those that talked of little shames that they had, little hungers that they wished that they had the courage to pursue, but none that were particularly engaging on that front. He could have satisfied any of them with merely walking by their home. \n\nHowever, there was one that did call to him. \n\nThere was a man that lived near the walls of the city, a merchant by the name of Ben. He had been part of the recovery effort of Revakulgr’s hoard, and now, the dragon discovered a secret that the human had been trying to keep hidden. \n\n[i]You stole what was mine…[/i]\n\nAdmittedly, there was less stolen than the dragon had initially feared. Perhaps enough to buy a house, but no more than that. It was a significant sum, but not a hoard in and of itself. Revakulgr shook his great head, slowly lowering it down on his forepaws. The secrets fluttered away as he considered how he could approach this. \n\nHe could merely eat the human, he supposed. Jax would have insisted on a trial first, but he was the Lord Mayor, and that meant that he could get away with more. That, and the wolf would accept whatever he did as law. That was part of what being in charge allowed him, after all. \n\nBut that seemed like too little. It was one thing for someone to try and kill him. It was something entirely different to steal something from him and expect to get away with it. Revakulgr would have to punish that arrogance as much as the act itself. \n\n[i]And how…[/i]\n\nExtricating himself from the pile of slaves, the dragon made his way to the window that overlooked the throne room. He pulled himself up to it, whispering the window away, and then leaped to the skies. His wings stretched out, carrying him higher, and he flew around Esula until he found the house of one Ben the Merchant. Alighting on the top with a soft thump, he lowered his head, circling his long neck forward until he could peer through the front window. \n\nThere the human was, slightly greasy-looking, a bit fat, but otherwise unremarkable. He was holding a gem in his hand, though, a blue one that the dragon recognized from his hoard. The black dragon restrained his growl, however, holding it in reserve for later. He was here to observe, to learn. \n\nAs he watched the human, he heard something else. More movement within the house, more things shifting around. He cocked his head to the side, looking for the source of it, and found it. \n\nIt was another wolf-woman, this one clad in gray fur and a nightgown. She looked as if she had just been woken from her sleep, and Revakulgr imagined that his sudden thump on the roof might have been responsible for that. \n\nYet, as she started shaking the human by the shoulder, nagging him, he could see what she was. A wife to the human, someone that provided him with companionship, someone that had no shame for her near-nude state. The white nightgown was almost completely see-through, and he could see the curves of her breasts and her hips with ease. He could even see a hint of her slit through her gray fur beneath the gown, and he could see the human eyeing her up, as well. He smiled as he listened in. \n\n“I’m telling you, something’s on the roof.”\n\n“There’s no way anything’s up there, dear,” the human, Ben, said. “It’s just your imagination.”\n\n“And if it’s not? If it’s burglars?”\n\n“Then that’s what the city guard is for. What do you want me to do about it, anyway?”\n\n“Ben. Do you hear yourself?”\n\n“What are you talking about?”\n\n“What’s hidden up there?”\n\n“…The dragon’s gold…”\n\n“And who controls the guard?”\n\n“…The dragon…”\n\n“And do you think that we can keep this secret if they found out?”\n\n“Since when do you care?”\n\n“Since you got me into this. I don’t want to be eaten.”\n\n“What about me, then?”\n\n“I don’t care about you; you got yourself into this. I just don’t want to be caught in the crossfire.”\n\n[i]A woman that knows the danger, and a man too stupid to realize his own looming demise. How delightful.[/i]\n\nThe black dragon smiled, pulling his head up as they continued to argue. He supposed that he could have let them loose, taking his treasure and leaving them a warning, but that was against his nature. He wanted to show them just how idiotic it was, both to steal from him in the first place, and then to try and hide it. \n\nHowever, the latter sin was less egregious than the first. He imagined that the wife had been informed of the gold shortly after it had arrived at her house, and that she was merely trying to keep her head above water. The fact that she hadn’t told him, had betrayed him by siding with the thief, needed to be punished…but not by death. \n\nNo, he had something else in mind. \n\nThe dragon slid back to the rooftop, waiting for this Ben or his wife to show their faces. He knew one of them was going to check the rooftop eventually, it was just a matter of which one. If it was her, then he might take his time to really have his fun before he dealt with Ben down below. If it was the human, however – \n\nIt turned out to be the human. The merchant poked his head out through a small trap door in the roof, turning left and right with his back to the dragon. Revakulgr shook his head. They really were a remarkably stupid species. Stretching out his neck, the dragon lowered his snout over the human’s head. He had yet to turn around, too. He smirked. \n\n“Hello, thief.”\n\nBen froze, slowly turning to look up. It was the last move that he’d ever make. \n\nThe dragon lunged forward, catching the human between his jaws. His teeth snapped down, keeping the merchant from squirming away, and he started pulling, swallowing, dragging Ben into his throat. \n\nIt could have been a day of bargaining, of pushing the human to accept a deal for the rest of his treasure. He could have given the human the chance to give up the treasure, to allow himself to keep his life…\n\nBut there was something about consuming him, devouring him, that spoke to the dragon far more. \n\n[i]They are nothing but dust mites compared to me,[/i] the dragon thought, fighting the urge to shake his head as the human tried to scream in the back of his throat. [i]Giving them the option to bargain is giving them status that they do not deserve, giving them an incorrect view of their own importance. They need to learn just where they belong, and to never rise above that…[/i]\n\nFor all that Revakulgr wasn’t a fully evil dragon, he was not a fully good dragon, either. He was merely a dragon, and the punishment for theft from a dragon was always the same. Devouring, consumption, destruction, digestion. \n\nIt didn’t take long before Ben thought to try and use his arms, to push at the jaws around him, but Revakulgr was already pushing his mouth further down, sucking the human into his throat where he belonged. There was a pressure against the inside of his neck, the merchant trying to slow his fall down, but despite his slight chubbiness, there was nothing that Ben could do. \n\n“Mmmph! MMMMMPH!”\n\nThe screaming continued, but it was barely loud enough for the dragon to hear, let alone anyone else. And if the other houses did happen to catch a hint of the shrill shrieks, he imagined that they would let it go. After all, they were supposed to be protected by a dragon now. If that meant that he took some prey from time to time, was that so wrong?\n\nNot in Revakulgr’s mind, and not when he was already annoyed at having his property taken from him. \n\nHe lifted Ben out of the hole in the roof, letting it slam down again. As he brought the human down again, the merchant stumbled, falling, and the dragon was able to fit more of that body in between his jaws. He flexed his mouth, his tongue running down the human’s spine, cradling him against his jaws. The taste of cotton and other cloth was not particularly pleasant, but this wasn’t meant to be a meal of great taste. It was meant to be a meal of punishment, no more, and no less. \n\nGetting a better grip, and tasting the first hints of some other seasoning besides the taste of sweat and cotton, the dragon gripped the human by the hips. The poor merchant continued to squirm, thinking that he might be able to get away, but the dragon chuckled. \n\n[i]The fact that you think that there is a way to escape a hungry dragon tells me just how stupid you are…[/i]\n\nHe tossed his head back, beginning the same swallowing motions that he had used for the mayor, and for the adventurers not suited for survival in the forest. They had all fed him, and now, it was time for a thief to meet his end, as well. \n\nOf course, this one was much squirmier than the last few. He kicked, he screamed, he tried to grab onto the inside of the dragon’s mouth. He felt those grubby little fingers grasping at his tongue, at his cheeks, at his teeth, trying to get something that would slow his descent, but of course, nothing worked. \n\nHe had some serious urge to survive, though, and it meant that he was kicking like mad, sending the dragon’s head this way and that. Revakulgr rolled his eyes in annoyance, biting down. \n\nBlood blossomed on his tongue. Not much, but enough to tell the human that squirming would only lead to a more painful digestion. After that, the squirming slowed, then ceased. \n\nGood. \n\nHe swallowed again, and again, the gripping feeling in his throat fading as the human started to run out of air. It wouldn’t be long before he was completely unconscious, perhaps even enough to avoid the pain of digestion. If that was the case, it would be a slight pity, but he imagined that Ben would prefer that. \n\nAnother swallow, another, feeling the human’s legs passing over his tongue, and then his boots. That, thankfully, was made of leather, so there was less of the bad taste that the cotton brought with it. \n\nHe swallowed again, feeling the bulge in his throat starting to go still. Was the human so scared that he had lost consciousness already? Or was that just asphyxiation? Who knew at this point?\n\nHe swallowed, and swallowed, feeling the bulge running to the bottom of his neck. The bubbling of his stomach started to kick in, and he knew that this thief would be devoured completely in short order. He hadn’t had a good thief to eat in the last two weeks, and this would make up for a lot of sub-par meals. \n\nOne last swallow, and Ben fell the rest of the way into his guts. He felt the splash that followed, the sudden swell in his belly, and he groaned in almost carnal satisfaction as he felt the bliss that came from eating someone. The swelling feeling, the way that his belly grew outwards to give space for the prey, the way that it was bubbling up and slowly going down again. \n\nYes, that was perfect. \n\nOf course, there was someone else that still deserved their punishment, and he had little doubt that this wolf woman would be looking for her husband. Rather than get himself stuck in the roof, the dragon hopped down from the top of the house, making his way around the side. He imagined that the woman would be more interested in finding a way to save herself…and lucky for her, he knew just how she could do it. \n\nThe black dragon made his way to the front door, using his tail to rap against it slightly. The gray-furred wolf woman opened it, and her eyes went wide. There was a moment’s hesitation before she curtsied, and her arms twitched as if she was trying not to cover herself. \n\n“Lord Mayor. What a…what a surprise.”\n\n“Not such a surprise, as you know.”\n\n“…You knew.”\n\n“I did.”\n\nHer eyes dropped down to his stomach, and he chuckled, leaning his head back, pushing himself up on the toes of all four limbs. His belly hung down, and the hint of a humanoid outline could be seen. \n\n“He has already received his punishment. You, however…”\n\nHe could see the way that she was measuring the situation. Her eyes flicked at the door, the obvious question of whether she could slam it on his face and get away with it being answered in a split second with the word ‘no’. She looked at him, and then at his stomach…and then went to her knees. \n\n“I will submit myself to judgment.”\n\n“You surrender, hmm?”\n\n“There is no escape from a dragon.”\n\n“I’m glad one of you understood this.”\n\nHe chuckled, even as he huffed the air slightly. There was something to it, a scent coming from the wolf woman. She seemed to be looking away from him, almost as if there was something that was going unsaid. The dragon sniffed the air directly – \n\nOh. Oh, that explained a great deal. \n\nHe chuckled, slowly pushing his tongue from his snout, the forked tip finding her face and curling under her chin. He twisted it around, forcing her to look at him again. She grimaced slightly, but didn’t look away as he pulled his tongue back. \n\n“You’re in heat, aren’t you?”\n\n“…”\n\n“I will take your silence as confirmation.”\n\nThat made things all the more interesting. The black dragon chuckled to himself, lowering his head further so that he could trail his tongue along her exposed legs. The wolf woman stiffened, but she didn’t withdraw. She had to know at this point that escape was impossible, that fighting back would only make her punishment go from uncomfortable to deadly. \n\nAnd she didn’t fight him when he slowly started to push his tongue between her thighs, wiggling it further and further upwards. She was shivering, yes, trying to hold out against him, but that didn’t do anything. All she did was shiver and shake, and her juices slowly started to fall down her thighs. \n\nHis first taste of her confirmed what he had smelled, and he pulled his head back, licking his lips. \n\n“You are already deep in heat…and not pregnant.”\n\n“He didn’t…smell it.”\n\n“But I have. You understand your punishment, now.”\n\n“…Yes.”\n\n“Then invite me in, female.”\n\n“…Come in, Lord Mayor,” she said, her cheeks burning as she got to her feet and gestured into the house. \n\nStepping into a home barely large enough to contain him, Revakulgr looked down on the wolf woman again. She wasn’t quite managing defiance anymore, nor dignity, but she was trying to keep as still as possible. She kept shifting her feet, moving from one to the other as she shifted her weight around, but she was still trying to keep control. \n\nHe couldn’t have that. \n\nWith a small growl, he pushed his tongue out again. Ramming it between her legs under her dress, he lifted her up. She gasped as she left the floor, leaning forward and grabbing the sides of his head as he curled his tongue back around, slowly rubbing it between her pussy lips. The forked tips were easy to slide in, and she dripped all around them. Her mouth hung open, her eyes going wide. \n\nFor all that she had been the ice queen, it was clear that her body was running her, now. Her old feral instincts were coming to the fore, and as she ground her hips forward, possibly not even thinking about what she was doing, he knew that she was already his. \n\nOne thrust, two, just to warm her up a little bit, and he lowered her back to the ground. The wolf woman barely managed to keep on her feet, her knees shaking, almost folding beneath her. He snorted. \n\n“Off with the gown.”\n\nShe did as she was ordered, quicker this time, pulling it off and throwing it in the corner without even bothering to fold it. She was wet, good and drenched, and he chuckled at the sight of her. \n\n“Looks like you are ready.”\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\n“You know what you will be dealing with?”\n\n“A…feral cock, Lord Mayor.”\n\n“Yes. Have you seen it?”\n\nShe shook her head. \n\n“Then look.”\n\nHe lifted one hind-leg, breaking a dresser in the process but showing no signs of stopping. The wolf woman leaned forward, looking under his belly, and her eyes widened…and her scent deepened. \n\n[i]Another woman that knows her place beneath a true feral…[/i]\n\nHe flexed his cock as it dropped from his sheath, ten inches, fifteen, twenty, all the way to twenty-four before it finally stopped sliding free. The dragon made sure that she got a good look at it – and a sniff, judging from the slight tension around her muzzle – before lowering his hind-leg again. \n\n“Your bedroom. Now.”\n\n“Y-yes…”\n\nThe first cracks had appeared, and he knew she was going to break by the time that he was done breeding her. By the time he was done, she would be another woman converted to the worship of dragons, and then…then, she would know what her true purpose was. \n\nHe followed her through the first level of the house, all the way to the back. She opened another door, her hips swaying, shaking, but swaying nonetheless. She paused, looked back at him, and he nosed her rump to keep her moving. A blush burned through her gray fur, and she went to the bed, laying down on it on her back, and she slowly spread her legs. \n\nHer pussy was wet, alright, wet and drenched with all the excitement that she had been hiding from her husband. Revakulgr smiled, taking in the burning heat in her pheromones, knowing that he was going to be planting more than seed inside of her. Perhaps he might even be able to get her to take his egg, but that would be a different thing. He walked forward, slowly walking over her as he dragged his cock closer and closer to her sex. \n\n“It’s so…it’s so…big…”\n\n“Indeed. It will shape you.”\n\n“This is wrong…I…”\n\n“What is wrong?” he asked with a chuckle. \n\n“You’re…you’re an animal…A feral.”\n\n“And?”\n\n“…”\n\n“You will take it…and it will train you…”\n\nHe flexed his cock, lifting it slightly before letting it drop, hard, on her thighs. She gasped, her body arching up to meet him, and he saw her pussy clench and release like a mare in heat. She was needing this, alright. He wasn’t even forcing it on her anymore; she wanted it, and it would be far from a punishment for how it would teach her body how to sate itself. \n\nRevakulgr slowly pushed forward again, the head of his cock sliding along her thigh, and this time, he brushed it against her sex. He shifted his position ever so slightly, the wolf woman gripping the sheets of her bed as he got into place, and then…he pushed. \n\nIt was a slow, gradual sinking of his cock into her, pushing it deeper, further into her with each slow-passing second. Her lower lips were forced to spread, and spread wide to take him, but she did it. The wolf woman’s eyes went wide from the first second of penetration, her legs spreading wider and wider all on their own as his cock went deeper and deeper into her. \n\n“You enjoy this, wolf. You enjoy something bigger…more bestial…less ‘safe’ inside of you…”\n\nShe didn’t answer, but her body answered for her. Her legs were spreading wider and wider, welcoming him in, her toes curling and her sex getting wetter by the second. She squeezed on him, begged for more with each little squirm she made, and it was clear that she was already close to climax. \n\nHe pressed down on her, his full bodyweight pinning her to the bed, his size keeping her from moving, his dick keeping her from wanting to fight. Revakulgr felt the stirring of her husband in his belly, and she gasped as it touched her.\n\n“Yes…he’s barely alive…and he’s feeling you get bred…”\n\nShe gasped, clenching on him again as he reached the halfway point of his large cock. She arched against him, pushing her hips to meet his cock, fucking herself deeper on it. He smiled, licking the side of her head. \n\n“Do you want it so much more than him? Do you want him to realize how much more you prefer ferals to two-leggers?”\n\nThe shiver that went through her said so much more than any words might have done. She wanted this, alright, and she wanted it badly. Her eyes were rolling back in her head, her body shaking beneath him, trembling. Her legs started to wrap around his sides as he finally bottomed out in her, and she groaned, coughing, gasping. \n\n“Oh god…” she finally managed to say. \n\n“I am better than god. I am a dragon.”\n\n“Nnngh…”\n\nHe pulled back slowly, the ridges on his shaft stimulating her as much as the penetration had. Her little tremors grew in size and strength, until she was almost shivering against his cock, almost vibrating from how she clenched and clamped around him. She was right on the verge of orgasm from one thrust in, and as he pulled out, she went right over that edge. \n\n“AH! AH!”\n\nShe screamed, going into a howl as he pulled back to just the head inside of her. She grabbed for his forelegs, tried to squeeze him with her legs, to get him back inside. Her squirming, gasping, squeezing around his cock was just as good as he had imagined it would be, and all the more powerful for the fact that she was blushing as she came so easily on a beast cock. Doubtlessly, she had imagined that she could outlast it, that she could outlast him, and now? She had a rude awakening. \n\nWhile she was still cumming, he took his pleasure. He walked himself forward again, sheathing himself in her hole, forcing it to stretch around him, forcing her to feel the sheer difference in size between them. He could feel his cock through her flesh, feel how deep he was going. Each thrust rearranged her insides, breaking her down, turning her into a girl that would be able to breed with any feral smaller than a dragon with ease. Horses could have rutted her womb, and he imagined that there were some that would after this. \n\nAfter all, once one learned the pure bliss that was a feral cock, there was no going back, and he wasn’t going to be available all the time. \n\nThrust, pull, thrust, pull, each time dragging his cock all the way out of her before slamming it in again. She was no longer able to speak, barely able to breathe under him. Her tongue hung out the side of her muzzle, her mouth turned up in an expression of utter bliss as he rutted her again and again. \n\nAs his balls clapped off of her ass, as her legs spasmed in one orgasm after another, he saw something change in her eyes. She went from fearing him, fearing this, to craving it. He had broken her; she was another beast slut. \n\nIn and out, in and out he went, taking pleasure from shaping her, breaking her, loosening her up. Her pussy was little more than a cavern of pleasure for him, now, something that would never be covered by something skimpy again. In, out, in, out, his balls slapping against her ass, feeling her shaking, feeling her juices running down. She moaned for him, pushing up to meet him, yipping and barking to beg him to cum as her words failed her. \n\nThe velvety warmth of her inner walls pulled at him, and finally, he gave her what she craved. \n\nWith a low roar, he came in her, flooding her pussy with a white gusher of seed. He filled her to the brim, making her belly bloat, and he could just smell that her heat was being affected by this somehow. He could feel it swelling through her, bloating her out, and her belly pushed up to meet him in an entirely different way. \n\nShe moaned for him, squirming under his cock and around it, and as he pulled out, his last shot hitting her in the chest, she moaned more. She rubbed it into her, still out of it, but definitely broken to his service. He smiled as he looked at the creampie slowly oozing out of her, shaking his head. \n\n“You will not hide crimes from me again.”\n\n“N-no…”\n\n“You will serve me.”\n\n“Yes…serve…”\n\n“You are mine.”\n\n“Yours.”\n\n“Mine.”\n\n“Yours…”\n\nWith a smile, Revakulgr left, just as the bed finally cracked. Good timing on his part, he felt. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: As the new Lord Mayor of Esula, Revakulgr has mostly been fucking about rather than doing anything important. However, with the revelation of some missing treasure, he has to take things into his own claws again…and he decides to have some fun with it. \n\nTags: M/F, vore, M/M vore, vaginal, oral, cunnilingus, digestion, cum, orgasm, size difference, feral, bestiality, miniseries, fantasy, punishment, mind break, feral dragon, wolf, human, ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
An Expanded Mastery
Part 3
For Revakulgr
By Draconicon









The settlement of Esula had grown quiet since the arrival of Revakulgr, and with the entrenchment of his authority as the new Lord Mayor, they had become satisfied with the protection that they were offered. The guards had started to become lazy, but that had stopped as the newly-worshipful guard captain had made it clear that they still had to do their duties. Just because they had a dragon living in the settlement didn’t mean that he would be doing all the work. Just some of it.

It had been two weeks since the dragon had become Lord Mayor, and he had to admit, it was an interesting time for his authority. He enjoyed having the power to order anything that he wanted, to live in the open, to allow those that were interested in him to come close without having to worry about them trying to take his territory or his treasures. Here in town, with his power as their overlord, it was clear to everyone who he was: their master. And if they wanted their master to be happy with them, then they needed to put in the work to make sure that he was. There was no way around it.

So, they had done as he had ordered them. Several hunters were sent to start bringing his hoard from the forest to Esula, and in the process, they had brough the more bipedal forms of his hoard, as well. The fox and vixen had come, as had Lisa, and they had settled in the keep with him, serving as his main form of amusement and pleasure when Jax was busy. The fact that the dragon overlord had people to keep him from being too bored, to keep him from going out and rutting the rest of the town, was all that the people of Esula needed to know to feel safe.

And they needed to feel safe, considering that Revakulgr regularly took to walking the streets of the town, showing off his great strength, his sleek body, and – it must be admitted – his oversized sheath. More than once, he had slowed as he went by houses where he could smell someone in heat, and he had slowed further when his hind legs were near the window. He had felt the stares, the way that different females stared at his equipment, and every time, his ego got a little boost from it.

However, that was only the start of his desires.

It didn’t take long before boredom started to set in. Despite the fact that he had conquered a town, despite the fact that his name was starting to spread through the world, despite the fact that he had a miniature harem of two females, a male, and a voyeuristic male, he felt like he didn’t quite have enough. It was in the nature of dragons to always want more, he supposed, but it was a bit of a pity that he couldn’t be satisfied with just this.

He rested, coiled around the great throne in the keep, and stared at the slumbering members of his harem. Lisa, flat on her back with her legs spread, oozed his seed from being fucked just before they had all bedded down. The human’s pubic hair had long since been crushed beneath his balls, forced flat, matted with his seed. He would probably have to have her shave at some point, just to avoid causing her pain, but it meant that she had the look of one claimed.

And no surprise, really. The human had always been eager for him, despite having been sent for his head. As soon as she had been offered the chance to bed him instead, she had taken it, eagerly offering her body up as a sacrifice for her life. Her pussy had opened for him, and he had taken it, filling her, shaping her like the little bitch that she waned to be.

And then there was the vixen, the nameless breeder that had been ever so willing to sacrifice herself for the life of her and her husband. She had given up fucking the male, to be fair, but she had been more than willing to throw herself on him. She wanted his cock with a hunger that rivaled his own for the more annoying two-leggers in the city, and she was more than willing to do whatever she needed to in order to have it. He had made her eat out Lisa’s pussy and ass, and the vixen had been more than willing to do it, to do anything that he asked as long as it meant that she got fucked afterward.

And then, there was Jax. The wolf was missing at that point, but he knew that was only because the Captain of the Guard had to see to the city as well as to him. He would be back, later, and then they would be back to rutting. All it had taken was one good fuck, and the wolf had been his for life.

Despite all that, he felt bored. He needed more.

The black dragon lifted his head from his hoard of sluts, slowly reaching out into the darkness of the midnight hour. There were secrets out there, secrets that he could call to him like the sirens on the sea. Secrets always desired to be known, and they were keen to come to one that could speak their language.

He spoke, and they came as if on bat wings, fluttering about his head. In the dark, it was easy to see them, and he started to pluck at them, pulling them into his mouth and feeding on the knowledge that they carried.

Many were minor secrets, little more than affairs that the mortals carried on between each other. There were those that talked of little shames that they had, little hungers that they wished that they had the courage to pursue, but none that were particularly engaging on that front. He could have satisfied any of them with merely walking by their home.

However, there was one that did call to him.

There was a man that lived near the walls of the city, a merchant by the name of Ben. He had been part of the recovery effort of Revakulgr’s hoard, and now, the dragon discovered a secret that the human had been trying to keep hidden.

You stole what was mine…

Admittedly, there was less stolen than the dragon had initially feared. Perhaps enough to buy a house, but no more than that. It was a significant sum, but not a hoard in and of itself. Revakulgr shook his great head, slowly lowering it down on his forepaws. The secrets fluttered away as he considered how he could approach this.

He could merely eat the human, he supposed. Jax would have insisted on a trial first, but he was the Lord Mayor, and that meant that he could get away with more. That, and the wolf would accept whatever he did as law. That was part of what being in charge allowed him, after all.

But that seemed like too little. It was one thing for someone to try and kill him. It was something entirely different to steal something from him and expect to get away with it. Revakulgr would have to punish that arrogance as much as the act itself.

And how…

Extricating himself from the pile of slaves, the dragon made his way to the window that overlooked the throne room. He pulled himself up to it, whispering the window away, and then leaped to the skies. His wings stretched out, carrying him higher, and he flew around Esula until he found the house of one Ben the Merchant. Alighting on the top with a soft thump, he lowered his head, circling his long neck forward until he could peer through the front window.

There the human was, slightly greasy-looking, a bit fat, but otherwise unremarkable. He was holding a gem in his hand, though, a blue one that the dragon recognized from his hoard. The black dragon restrained his growl, however, holding it in reserve for later. He was here to observe, to learn.

As he watched the human, he heard something else. More movement within the house, more things shifting around. He cocked his head to the side, looking for the source of it, and found it.

It was another wolf-woman, this one clad in gray fur and a nightgown. She looked as if she had just been woken from her sleep, and Revakulgr imagined that his sudden thump on the roof might have been responsible for that.

Yet, as she started shaking the human by the shoulder, nagging him, he could see what she was. A wife to the human, someone that provided him with companionship, someone that had no shame for her near-nude state. The white nightgown was almost completely see-through, and he could see the curves of her breasts and her hips with ease. He could even see a hint of her slit through her gray fur beneath the gown, and he could see the human eyeing her up, as well. He smiled as he listened in.

“I’m telling you, something’s on the roof.”

“There’s no way anything’s up there, dear,” the human, Ben, said. “It’s just your imagination.”

“And if it’s not? If it’s burglars?”

“Then that’s what the city guard is for. What do you want me to do about it, anyway?”

“Ben. Do you hear yourself?”

“What are you talking about?”

“What’s hidden up there?”

“…The dragon’s gold…”

“And who controls the guard?”

“…The dragon…”

“And do you think that we can keep this secret if they found out?”

“Since when do you care?”

“Since you got me into this. I don’t want to be eaten.”

“What about me, then?”

“I don’t care about you; you got yourself into this. I just don’t want to be caught in the crossfire.”

A woman that knows the danger, and a man too stupid to realize his own looming demise. How delightful.

The black dragon smiled, pulling his head up as they continued to argue. He supposed that he could have let them loose, taking his treasure and leaving them a warning, but that was against his nature. He wanted to show them just how idiotic it was, both to steal from him in the first place, and then to try and hide it.

However, the latter sin was less egregious than the first. He imagined that the wife had been informed of the gold shortly after it had arrived at her house, and that she was merely trying to keep her head above water. The fact that she hadn’t told him, had betrayed him by siding with the thief, needed to be punished…but not by death.

No, he had something else in mind.

The dragon slid back to the rooftop, waiting for this Ben or his wife to show their faces. He knew one of them was going to check the rooftop eventually, it was just a matter of which one. If it was her, then he might take his time to really have his fun before he dealt with Ben down below. If it was the human, however –

It turned out to be the human. The merchant poked his head out through a small trap door in the roof, turning left and right with his back to the dragon. Revakulgr shook his head. They really were a remarkably stupid species. Stretching out his neck, the dragon lowered his snout over the human’s head. He had yet to turn around, too. He smirked.

“Hello, thief.”

Ben froze, slowly turning to look up. It was the last move that he’d ever make.

The dragon lunged forward, catching the human between his jaws. His teeth snapped down, keeping the merchant from squirming away, and he started pulling, swallowing, dragging Ben into his throat.

It could have been a day of bargaining, of pushing the human to accept a deal for the rest of his treasure. He could have given the human the chance to give up the treasure, to allow himself to keep his life…

But there was something about consuming him, devouring him, that spoke to the dragon far more.

They are nothing but dust mites compared to me, the dragon thought, fighting the urge to shake his head as the human tried to scream in the back of his throat. Giving them the option to bargain is giving them status that they do not deserve, giving them an incorrect view of their own importance. They need to learn just where they belong, and to never rise above that…

For all that Revakulgr wasn’t a fully evil dragon, he was not a fully good dragon, either. He was merely a dragon, and the punishment for theft from a dragon was always the same. Devouring, consumption, destruction, digestion.

It didn’t take long before Ben thought to try and use his arms, to push at the jaws around him, but Revakulgr was already pushing his mouth further down, sucking the human into his throat where he belonged. There was a pressure against the inside of his neck, the merchant trying to slow his fall down, but despite his slight chubbiness, there was nothing that Ben could do.

“Mmmph! MMMMMPH!”

The screaming continued, but it was barely loud enough for the dragon to hear, let alone anyone else. And if the other houses did happen to catch a hint of the shrill shrieks, he imagined that they would let it go. After all, they were supposed to be protected by a dragon now. If that meant that he took some prey from time to time, was that so wrong?

Not in Revakulgr’s mind, and not when he was already annoyed at having his property taken from him.

He lifted Ben out of the hole in the roof, letting it slam down again. As he brought the human down again, the merchant stumbled, falling, and the dragon was able to fit more of that body in between his jaws. He flexed his mouth, his tongue running down the human’s spine, cradling him against his jaws. The taste of cotton and other cloth was not particularly pleasant, but this wasn’t meant to be a meal of great taste. It was meant to be a meal of punishment, no more, and no less.

Getting a better grip, and tasting the first hints of some other seasoning besides the taste of sweat and cotton, the dragon gripped the human by the hips. The poor merchant continued to squirm, thinking that he might be able to get away, but the dragon chuckled.

The fact that you think that there is a way to escape a hungry dragon tells me just how stupid you are…

He tossed his head back, beginning the same swallowing motions that he had used for the mayor, and for the adventurers not suited for survival in the forest. They had all fed him, and now, it was time for a thief to meet his end, as well.

Of course, this one was much squirmier than the last few. He kicked, he screamed, he tried to grab onto the inside of the dragon’s mouth. He felt those grubby little fingers grasping at his tongue, at his cheeks, at his teeth, trying to get something that would slow his descent, but of course, nothing worked.

He had some serious urge to survive, though, and it meant that he was kicking like mad, sending the dragon’s head this way and that. Revakulgr rolled his eyes in annoyance, biting down.

Blood blossomed on his tongue. Not much, but enough to tell the human that squirming would only lead to a more painful digestion. After that, the squirming slowed, then ceased.

Good.

He swallowed again, and again, the gripping feeling in his throat fading as the human started to run out of air. It wouldn’t be long before he was completely unconscious, perhaps even enough to avoid the pain of digestion. If that was the case, it would be a slight pity, but he imagined that Ben would prefer that.

Another swallow, another, feeling the human’s legs passing over his tongue, and then his boots. That, thankfully, was made of leather, so there was less of the bad taste that the cotton brought with it.

He swallowed again, feeling the bulge in his throat starting to go still. Was the human so scared that he had lost consciousness already? Or was that just asphyxiation? Who knew at this point?

He swallowed, and swallowed, feeling the bulge running to the bottom of his neck. The bubbling of his stomach started to kick in, and he knew that this thief would be devoured completely in short order. He hadn’t had a good thief to eat in the last two weeks, and this would make up for a lot of sub-par meals.

One last swallow, and Ben fell the rest of the way into his guts. He felt the splash that followed, the sudden swell in his belly, and he groaned in almost carnal satisfaction as he felt the bliss that came from eating someone. The swelling feeling, the way that his belly grew outwards to give space for the prey, the way that it was bubbling up and slowly going down again.

Yes, that was perfect.

Of course, there was someone else that still deserved their punishment, and he had little doubt that this wolf woman would be looking for her husband. Rather than get himself stuck in the roof, the dragon hopped down from the top of the house, making his way around the side. He imagined that the woman would be more interested in finding a way to save herself…and lucky for her, he knew just how she could do it.

The black dragon made his way to the front door, using his tail to rap against it slightly. The gray-furred wolf woman opened it, and her eyes went wide. There was a moment’s hesitation before she curtsied, and her arms twitched as if she was trying not to cover herself.

“Lord Mayor. What a…what a surprise.”

“Not such a surprise, as you know.”

“…You knew.”

“I did.”

Her eyes dropped down to his stomach, and he chuckled, leaning his head back, pushing himself up on the toes of all four limbs. His belly hung down, and the hint of a humanoid outline could be seen.

“He has already received his punishment. You, however…”

He could see the way that she was measuring the situation. Her eyes flicked at the door, the obvious question of whether she could slam it on his face and get away with it being answered in a split second with the word ‘no’. She looked at him, and then at his stomach…and then went to her knees.

“I will submit myself to judgment.”

“You surrender, hmm?”

“There is no escape from a dragon.”

“I’m glad one of you understood this.”

He chuckled, even as he huffed the air slightly. There was something to it, a scent coming from the wolf woman. She seemed to be looking away from him, almost as if there was something that was going unsaid. The dragon sniffed the air directly –

Oh. Oh, that explained a great deal.

He chuckled, slowly pushing his tongue from his snout, the forked tip finding her face and curling under her chin. He twisted it around, forcing her to look at him again. She grimaced slightly, but didn’t look away as he pulled his tongue back.

“You’re in heat, aren’t you?”

“…”

“I will take your silence as confirmation.”

That made things all the more interesting. The black dragon chuckled to himself, lowering his head further so that he could trail his tongue along her exposed legs. The wolf woman stiffened, but she didn’t withdraw. She had to know at this point that escape was impossible, that fighting back would only make her punishment go from uncomfortable to deadly.

And she didn’t fight him when he slowly started to push his tongue between her thighs, wiggling it further and further upwards. She was shivering, yes, trying to hold out against him, but that didn’t do anything. All she did was shiver and shake, and her juices slowly started to fall down her thighs.

His first taste of her confirmed what he had smelled, and he pulled his head back, licking his lips.

“You are already deep in heat…and not pregnant.”

“He didn’t…smell it.”

“But I have. You understand your punishment, now.”

“…Yes.”

“Then invite me in, female.”

“…Come in, Lord Mayor,” she said, her cheeks burning as she got to her feet and gestured into the house.

Stepping into a home barely large enough to contain him, Revakulgr looked down on the wolf woman again. She wasn’t quite managing defiance anymore, nor dignity, but she was trying to keep as still as possible. She kept shifting her feet, moving from one to the other as she shifted her weight around, but she was still trying to keep control.

He couldn’t have that.

With a small growl, he pushed his tongue out again. Ramming it between her legs under her dress, he lifted her up. She gasped as she left the floor, leaning forward and grabbing the sides of his head as he curled his tongue back around, slowly rubbing it between her pussy lips. The forked tips were easy to slide in, and she dripped all around them. Her mouth hung open, her eyes going wide.

For all that she had been the ice queen, it was clear that her body was running her, now. Her old feral instincts were coming to the fore, and as she ground her hips forward, possibly not even thinking about what she was doing, he knew that she was already his.

One thrust, two, just to warm her up a little bit, and he lowered her back to the ground. The wolf woman barely managed to keep on her feet, her knees shaking, almost folding beneath her. He snorted.

“Off with the gown.”

She did as she was ordered, quicker this time, pulling it off and throwing it in the corner without even bothering to fold it. She was wet, good and drenched, and he chuckled at the sight of her.

“Looks like you are ready.”

“Mmmph…”

“You know what you will be dealing with?”

“A…feral cock, Lord Mayor.”

“Yes. Have you seen it?”

She shook her head.

“Then look.”

He lifted one hind-leg, breaking a dresser in the process but showing no signs of stopping. The wolf woman leaned forward, looking under his belly, and her eyes widened…and her scent deepened.

Another woman that knows her place beneath a true feral…

He flexed his cock as it dropped from his sheath, ten inches, fifteen, twenty, all the way to twenty-four before it finally stopped sliding free. The dragon made sure that she got a good look at it – and a sniff, judging from the slight tension around her muzzle – before lowering his hind-leg again.

“Your bedroom. Now.”

“Y-yes…”

The first cracks had appeared, and he knew she was going to break by the time that he was done breeding her. By the time he was done, she would be another woman converted to the worship of dragons, and then…then, she would know what her true purpose was.

He followed her through the first level of the house, all the way to the back. She opened another door, her hips swaying, shaking, but swaying nonetheless. She paused, looked back at him, and he nosed her rump to keep her moving. A blush burned through her gray fur, and she went to the bed, laying down on it on her back, and she slowly spread her legs.

Her pussy was wet, alright, wet and drenched with all the excitement that she had been hiding from her husband. Revakulgr smiled, taking in the burning heat in her pheromones, knowing that he was going to be planting more than seed inside of her. Perhaps he might even be able to get her to take his egg, but that would be a different thing. He walked forward, slowly walking over her as he dragged his cock closer and closer to her sex.

“It’s so…it’s so…big…”

“Indeed. It will shape you.”

“This is wrong…I…”

“What is wrong?” he asked with a chuckle.

“You’re…you’re an animal…A feral.”

“And?”

“…”

“You will take it…and it will train you…”

He flexed his cock, lifting it slightly before letting it drop, hard, on her thighs. She gasped, her body arching up to meet him, and he saw her pussy clench and release like a mare in heat. She was needing this, alright. He wasn’t even forcing it on her anymore; she wanted it, and it would be far from a punishment for how it would teach her body how to sate itself.

Revakulgr slowly pushed forward again, the head of his cock sliding along her thigh, and this time, he brushed it against her sex. He shifted his position ever so slightly, the wolf woman gripping the sheets of her bed as he got into place, and then…he pushed.

It was a slow, gradual sinking of his cock into her, pushing it deeper, further into her with each slow-passing second. Her lower lips were forced to spread, and spread wide to take him, but she did it. The wolf woman’s eyes went wide from the first second of penetration, her legs spreading wider and wider all on their own as his cock went deeper and deeper into her.

“You enjoy this, wolf. You enjoy something bigger…more bestial…less ‘safe’ inside of you…”

She didn’t answer, but her body answered for her. Her legs were spreading wider and wider, welcoming him in, her toes curling and her sex getting wetter by the second. She squeezed on him, begged for more with each little squirm she made, and it was clear that she was already close to climax.

He pressed down on her, his full bodyweight pinning her to the bed, his size keeping her from moving, his dick keeping her from wanting to fight. Revakulgr felt the stirring of her husband in his belly, and she gasped as it touched her.

“Yes…he’s barely alive…and he’s feeling you get bred…”

She gasped, clenching on him again as he reached the halfway point of his large cock. She arched against him, pushing her hips to meet his cock, fucking herself deeper on it. He smiled, licking the side of her head.

“Do you want it so much more than him? Do you want him to realize how much more you prefer ferals to two-leggers?”

The shiver that went through her said so much more than any words might have done. She wanted this, alright, and she wanted it badly. Her eyes were rolling back in her head, her body shaking beneath him, trembling. Her legs started to wrap around his sides as he finally bottomed out in her, and she groaned, coughing, gasping.

“Oh god…” she finally managed to say.

“I am better than god. I am a dragon.”

“Nnngh…”

He pulled back slowly, the ridges on his shaft stimulating her as much as the penetration had. Her little tremors grew in size and strength, until she was almost shivering against his cock, almost vibrating from how she clenched and clamped around him. She was right on the verge of orgasm from one thrust in, and as he pulled out, she went right over that edge.

“AH! AH!”

She screamed, going into a howl as he pulled back to just the head inside of her. She grabbed for his forelegs, tried to squeeze him with her legs, to get him back inside. Her squirming, gasping, squeezing around his cock was just as good as he had imagined it would be, and all the more powerful for the fact that she was blushing as she came so easily on a beast cock. Doubtlessly, she had imagined that she could outlast it, that she could outlast him, and now? She had a rude awakening.

While she was still cumming, he took his pleasure. He walked himself forward again, sheathing himself in her hole, forcing it to stretch around him, forcing her to feel the sheer difference in size between them. He could feel his cock through her flesh, feel how deep he was going. Each thrust rearranged her insides, breaking her down, turning her into a girl that would be able to breed with any feral smaller than a dragon with ease. Horses could have rutted her womb, and he imagined that there were some that would after this.

After all, once one learned the pure bliss that was a feral cock, there was no going back, and he wasn’t going to be available all the time.

Thrust, pull, thrust, pull, each time dragging his cock all the way out of her before slamming it in again. She was no longer able to speak, barely able to breathe under him. Her tongue hung out the side of her muzzle, her mouth turned up in an expression of utter bliss as he rutted her again and again.

As his balls clapped off of her ass, as her legs spasmed in one orgasm after another, he saw something change in her eyes. She went from fearing him, fearing this, to craving it. He had broken her; she was another beast slut.

In and out, in and out he went, taking pleasure from shaping her, breaking her, loosening her up. Her pussy was little more than a cavern of pleasure for him, now, something that would never be covered by something skimpy again. In, out, in, out, his balls slapping against her ass, feeling her shaking, feeling her juices running down. She moaned for him, pushing up to meet him, yipping and barking to beg him to cum as her words failed her.

The velvety warmth of her inner walls pulled at him, and finally, he gave her what she craved.

With a low roar, he came in her, flooding her pussy with a white gusher of seed. He filled her to the brim, making her belly bloat, and he could just smell that her heat was being affected by this somehow. He could feel it swelling through her, bloating her out, and her belly pushed up to meet him in an entirely different way.

She moaned for him, squirming under his cock and around it, and as he pulled out, his last shot hitting her in the chest, she moaned more. She rubbed it into her, still out of it, but definitely broken to his service. He smiled as he looked at the creampie slowly oozing out of her, shaking his head.

“You will not hide crimes from me again.”

“N-no…”

“You will serve me.”

“Yes…serve…”

“You are mine.”

“Yours.”

“Mine.”

“Yours…”

With a smile, Revakulgr left, just as the bed finally cracked. Good timing on his part, he felt.













The End


Summary: As the new Lord Mayor of Esula, Revakulgr has mostly been fucking about rather than doing anything important. However, with the revelation of some missing treasure, he has to take things into his own claws again…and he decides to have some fun with it.

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