[b][u][center]A Modern Dragon Harem
Chapter 2: Making Choices, Telling Friends
Sponsored by Glyn_Wolf
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]







'Draconicon', as he had renamed himself with the new body, gently guided the human woman over to the couch. She didn't hesitate, her eyes half-glazed already and getting worse as the time dragged on. He doubted that she would be seeing straight for a while, and he didn't want her to be stumbling all over the place as she wobbled about as if high. 

Then again, he doubted that she would be thinking straight for a while, either, and that was something that he would need to make sure not to take [i]too[/i] much advantage of. 

Or any, he reminded himself. He wasn't going to turn into some sort of nutcase, some sort of perverted hentai 'hero' now that he had the ability to control the minds of other people through pheromones. 

[i]Just treat her the way that you would do anyone else,[/i] he thought. [i]Think of it like going to a convention and meeting someone that likes your stuff. Would you take advantage of that?[/i]

The answer was no, but the temptation was still there, particularly as he was able to look down her shirt as she sat down and he didn't. She had large-ish breasts, probably somewhere on the borderline between a C- and D-cup, a pair of lovely flesh bags that were probably rather sensitive from being kept in that tight shirt for as long as they had been. 

[i]...That's not helping.[/i]

The robed dragon sat down across from her, sitting in the lounge chair that was the only other bit of useable furniture in the room. She looked at him, her head rolling from one shoulder to the other as she struggled to focus. 

"What...what's going on? This...there's no dragon living here. Someone would have told me that."

"That's true enough," he admitted. "But that doesn't mean that you are seeing things. Uh, call it a recent development."

"Very...mmmph..."

She rubbed her head, blushing, and he could both see and smell the effects that his pheromones were having on her. The way that her nipples were getting nice and thick against her top, the way that the air was starting to be affected by the wetness that she had spreading across her panties...

Well, it was more than he had expected, and he blushed a bit as he felt his own cock throbbing up, begging for attention behind his robe. The way that this body responded to the arousal of others was almost as bad as the way that their bodies responded to his. 

At least he could still think straight. At least, he hoped that the fact that he hadn't pounced on top of her meant that he was still thinking straight. It had to mean something good, at least. 

"So, uh..." He looked above her breasts to her nameplate. "Janet. Janet?"

"Yeah...that's my...my name," she muttered. "God, what is that...that smell?"

"We'll get to that in a minute. Janet. How long have you been a security guard here?"

"For a few months...Got hired...got bigger...thought it was a good place to keep working when the boss gave me a raise. Been thinking...thinking of quitting lately."

"Why's that?"

"The way that he...he looks at other women. Looks at 'em like they're nothing but sluts. Ain't looking at me like that anymore...even dressed like this."

She clumsily lifted her hands to her chest, lifting her breasts up, then letting them fall. The way that they wobbled sent a throb right to his dick, and he would be lying if the urge to make her undress didn't grab at him right then and there. The idea of making the sexy black woman strip down and show him everything that she had to offer was...well, something of a power trip, and something that he would really enjoy doing...

But it wouldn't be right. 

"So, do you, uh, like people seeing you like that?"

"Doesn't bother me...if it gives me...something that I want."

"That's not what I asked. Do you [i]like[/i] it when people stare at you like that? Do you want them to look at you like...like you're a..."

God, this was so much easier when he was writing it or playing it out. When it was real life, when it was a real person that he had to dominate and play with, it was an entirely different animal. It was like trying to act out a cheesy porn script that he really wanted to do, but worried about how 'right' it was to actually do it. He had the power to make her do anything that he wanted, and all he wanted to do was make sure that she was alright with it. 

[i]Man, if the fans could see me acting like this, they would just laugh me out of the building,[/i] the dragon thought. [i]But hey, at least it means that I'm not completely tempted by power...[/i]

So far. 

She looked at him, waiting for him to finish his question. Draconicon sighed, rubbing his forehead. 

"Let's try this from a different direction. Do you want people to see you as a slut?"

"Makes them underestimate me...when they do...so...yeah, sometimes."

"Do you want to be a slut?"

"...For the right guy...or girl..."

His cock jumped at that, oozing more pre into the insides of his robes. The idea of her actually wanting to be like that made it a lot easier to start imagining giving her orders, particularly with her this deep down in the power of his pheromones. If he could make sure that it was completely what she wanted, if he could do something to ensure that she didn't challenge it when he started giving her more extreme orders, when he wanted to make sure that she was all the way obedient, all the time...

If he could be sure that she wanted that...

"How about you start being a bit sluttier for me, then?" he asked. "Do you want to do that?"

"Mmmph...well...you ain't human..."

Janet looked at him again, but he could see the slight flicker behind her eyes, the bit of interest that hadn't quite been there before. It wasn't entirely artificial; it was more like the scent that he put off, the pheromones, made things that were normally taboo more acceptable. 

"But you ain't all beast, either. Ain't like it'd be like fucking an animal."

"Well, that's one way to look at it..."

She looked at him again, slowly running her hands down to the crotch of her pants. As Janet pressed her fingers up, she slowly smiled, her eyes lighting up a bit more, her other hand running up to her chest. 

"Do you like what you...what you see?" she managed to ask, managing to sound both sleepy and slutty at the same time. "Do you want to see...more?"

"I wouldn't be opposed," he said, still finding a way to blush and feel rather cocky at the same time. 

That seemed to be the magic word, as she reached for her chest and started undoing more of the buttons on her blouse. It was clear that her breasts were barely restrained by a minimalistic bra, one that was holding them up and nothing more. The weight of her breasts meant that they fell as soon as the blouse and bra were out of the way, dropping and then rising, jiggling slightly in the process. 

His eyes fixed on the dark nipples and areola, shaking his head a few times at the disks that they made on her flesh, at the way that they were just...perfect. The large size was enough to set his cock pulsing, and as she reached for her pants, he had to stop her. 

"Shoes first. And socks. I want them up in the air."

"Heh...foot guy?"

"You have no idea..."

"Heh, okay..."

His eyes were glued to her feet as she pulled off her sneakers, then her long, dark socks. The peculiar difference between the dark-skinned tops of her feet against the paler, creamier underside made his cock throb even more, and he leaned in, catching the slightly sweaty, slightly sour smells that came off of her soles. They were definitely sweaty from having been cooped up for far too long, and the way that they begged for a bit of attention was not lost on him. They needed someone to give them a good bit of rubbing, some licking, maybe, before they went back into those shoes. 

But that was not what he wanted. Not yet. 

[i]If I knew how to use magic...[/i]

But he hadn't figured that part out yet. He needed to, if he was going to change the world, but at the moment, all he had was the pheromone mind control, the musk that came from his fictional creation. 

That was enough, though. Soon, she was completely naked, showing off a nice pair of hips, muscular legs, and a pussy that was slowly making his couch cushions wet and dark. He looked down at it, then back up at her, and then down again. 

[i]I just turned the security guard of the building into my personal slut. Holy shit. Holy. Fucking. Shit.[/i]

And the way that she was rubbing her pussy while looking at him, it was clear that she wanted him to take it further. He hadn't given her any commands, save to strip, but it seemed like the pheromones had let loose her inhibitions, making her want sex since she was already...

Well, maybe she hadn't already been horny, but she was now, and she hadn't been told to stay here, or to want him...

[i]God, this is crazy...[/i]

"Just...sit there and rub yourself, okay? I need to make a call."

"Mmmph...okay...stud..."

Trying to tune out the sound of Janet's fingers rubbing against a pussy that was more sopping wet than he had seen for months, the dragon grabbed his laptop and brought up Discord. A few taps and he had his girlfriend's name and chat window open, and he was typing frantically. 

[i]Stupid claws,[/i] he thought, trying to get used to the feeling of hitting the keys with fingers that were thicker and wider than they had been, and more dangerous to boot. The keys felt half the size that they used to be, and the number of spelling mistakes on the screen were atrocious. 

Drac: need t o tallllk. 

Anya: Something up?

Drac: Call. impaapoitant.

Anya: Are you...um...okay?

Drac: Call.

The screen started beeping at him, and he answered it as soon as he could bring the damn mouse to the right key for a video chat. His girlfriend's pale face popped up before his camera turned on, brown hair falling over her cheeks, her breasts out as they usually were when she was at home and getting ready for bed. 

"So, what's up, lo - holy fuck!"

Anya jumped away from the screen, almost falling off her bed as she flailed for something to keep her on top of it. No surprise. His face had finally cleared the loading screen, and it was hard to not be surprised by that. 

After all, he was a black-scaled beast with horns coming out of the top of his head, his eyes as white as a blind man's and yet somehow animated through the cloudiness. A few little tooth points poked out past his lips, too, which probably didn't help with the whole intimidation thing. 

"Yeah, it's me," he said.

"Babe? What the hell happened? What the - that's a mask, right? How much did you spend on that thing?"

"It's no mask."

"What? No, it has to be. There's no way that you just..."

Her eyes were widening more and more as she stared, her mouth slowly falling open. He couldn't blame her in the slightest. The fact was, he was no longer human, and the changes were more obvious than anyone could have imagined for all that had happened to him. He flared out his wings slightly, letting her see them, too, and he could see the wheels turning in her head. 

"You...you actually changed...into him?"

"Yeah. Don't know how, but...this is my life now."

"Even your voice is different."

"Oh, come on, my voice wasn't that bad before."

"No, no, I didn't mean that, but...but there's something...mmmph. Spine-tingling about it now," she said, blushing. "It's like the dom voice is always on."

"Focus, love, focus."

"Right, right. Sorry."

She shook her head, sitting up in her bed. The usual Minecraft torch shone a little brighter to his eyes as she pulled her laptop into her lap, looking him right in the eyes. She shook her head again, leaning in as if she was studying something on the screen. 

"What is it?" he asked. 

"Just...wow. This is...wow."

"It's definitely wow on my part, and it's not just the look, either."

"Oh, speaking of look."

"You can see the penis in a minute."

"Dammit!"

She laughed, and he did, too. The fact that they were still able to make it funny helped. It brought a bit more normality back to the moment, something that he felt a desperate need for considering everything that was going on. 

When they were both able to stop giggling, Draconicon looked over his shoulder. Janet was still in the middle of fingering herself, shoving three of them into her pussy now, her legs up in the air and her toes curled tight. The way that she was showing them off, there was no question in his mind that she was doing it on purpose, trying to show off for him now that she knew that he liked feet. 

When she caught him looking, she pushed them together, miming grinding them up and down against a cock, and he blushed as he turned back to the screen. 

"Yeah, um...you know how I said that it's not just the visuals?"

"Yeah? What - oh, god, tell me you have the magic? I don't want to fly over there right now, I just want to teleport."

"Well, I'm supposed to, but I haven't figured out how that works yet. But, uh, you know that whole musk-mind control thing?"

"...yeah?"

"Well, um..."

He leaned to the side, allowing the naked black girl to show off for the webcam. The sight of Anya's eyes going so wide as almost it in and of itself, but the way that she was staring with as much lust as he had been a moment ago made him feel a bit vindicated in his temptations. Open relationship or not, his girl was a bit more of a whore for women than she was for men. Something about not getting it so often. 

"Yeah, um...she came to check what was going on when I changed, and she ended up getting a nose full of the pheromones. I think I could make her do just about anything at the moment."

"Oh wow. Oh...fucking wow..."

"I don't know if I should."

"Love, babe, look at me."

He turned to the computer, meeting his girlfriend's eyes. They gleamed with eagerness, and one of her hands was suspiciously out of shot. 

"I want to see you do what you want to do to her."

"What, you mean...everything?"

"I want to see you use her. Hard. I want you to pretend that she's me, and I want to see what you'd make me do for you now that you're a dragon."

"You sure? I mean, I know we have that open relationship, but..."

"Love?"

He looked her in the eyes, and she looked back, firmly, but with a grin. 

"I'm the sub here. I know how much you worry about whether this is wrong, but you finally have the power to be the kind of dom you always fantasized about. I want to see what you do. And I want to imagine myself in her place. I really, really, [i]really[/i] want to see just how good your new body works. She's wanting it too, right?"

"Well...mostly. I think the pheromones are helping."

"Yeah, but the way that you write Drac, what he does is bring out what people aren't willing to talk about, right? Kinda like, oh, what are they called?"

"Suppressed desires?"

"Right, suppressed desires. Isn't that what this is?"

"Probably, I guess."

"Then have fun. And move the camera. I want a better view of this."

He chuckled, shaking his head at the way that his girlfriend had already taken control of her own part of this. It was rather amusing in its own way, but he wasn't going to complain. If she didn't have an issue with him taking this further, he was going to trust her. She had been good for him so far, and he wasn't going to complain if she wanted to see him go a bit nuts here. 

Laying the laptop on the armchair on the leg rest, and then making sure that it could see the whole couch, the dragon pulled off his robe and let it fall to the ground. The way that his cock throbbed up against his belly right afterwards told him that he was more than ready for this, and from how hard his cock was, he was pretty sure that one round was only going to be enough to satisfy the least of his hungers, to take the edge off of the urge to start rutting anything in sight. 

That was fine with him. He preferred to take it bit by bit rather than all at once. 

The naked woman looked up at him, her eyes going wide as she finally saw his cock. She reached out slowly, running her hand along his shaft, her fingers squeezing around the base. The fact that she couldn't squeeze her entire hand around it was all the more terrifying and exciting at the same time. 

"Damn, babe. I didn't think that you were that big. Seeing it for real..."

"Scary, isn't it?"

"Yeah. Sure it's going to fit in her?"

"I think Drac usually finds a way to make it fit, one way or another."

But it was a legitimate worry, considering just how huge he was. He wasn't exactly going to get smaller, either, considering that he was already at full mast, and that he wasn't going to be stopping until he came. His cock had to be thirteen inches long, in total, and the width was something that would break most holes, particularly the ones that weren't used to the size-queen style of cock. 

He gently pushed Janet down, forcing her legs up. He turned his head, sniffing at her foot. 

"Heh, who's are better? Mine or hers?" Anya asked. 

"Yours, but hers are good, too," he said. 

"Man, she must be deep if she's not getting offended."

If anything, Janet seemed to have gone past the point of thinking and deep into the point of just enjoying what was being done to her. The black woman was just staring at him, her eyes lidded, her mouth open in soft pants as he ground his cock against her pussy. He could feel the moisture running out of her, soaking his cock, marking it with her juices and leaving him stained as the couch below. 

Lowering his tip to her pussy, he felt how tight she was in comparison, but at the same time...

Experimentally, he rubbed his hand against his cock, then held his fingers under her nose. She took a breath, then moaned, arching her back, her pussy going from vise-tight to rather open. Not loose, but open, stretched...

And ready to take him. 

Draconicon thrust forward, and Janet gasped under him, her hands grabbing for the cushions as soon as she could. She screamed, not in pain, but in pleasure, her eyes going wide, her pussy clenching down hard. 

"Jesus! What the hell?!"

"She's, uh...mmmph...she's loving it."

"What the hell, babe? Did you get a magic cock, too?"

"Maybe. She's definitely trying to milk it, though...fuck..."

She had gone from stretched enough to take him to vise tight again, and it was like her insides were squirming around his cock, pulling at it, tugging on him, trying to drag him right into her all the way. The dragon shook his head, looking down at her. 

Well, if she wanted it...

Draconicon pushed her legs down, leaning over her more fully, and went to town. 

The first thrust went deep, plunging right into her womb, the tip of his cock opening her up and his pre-cum the only lube that she was going to get. In and out, in and out he went, each thrust slapping his balls against her ass, each time he hilted spreading her open and making her drip all over her asshole and down to the couch. She gasped, her stomach bulging as his cock went all the way in. 

This should have been agony for her, but the way that she'd been drugged by his pheromones, it seemed like it was only pleasure. Pure pleasure, pure bliss as he humped in and out of her, ramming in as deep as he could go before pulling out again. In and out, in and out, forcing the security guard to bend double, taking her ankles behind her ears as he slammed in and out, her feet bobbing up and down by the sides of her head. 

There was no more commentary from the call, probably because Anya was just as busy as he was enjoying herself. She moaned from time to time, but that was nothing compared to the moaning coming from Janet. 

The volume was getting louder and louder, the couch starting to creak under him as he rutted the other human. he could hear his girlfriend moaning encouragement to him, whispering for him to go harder, making him use the dark-skinned woman the way that he would use the pale girl on the other end of the call. 

Halfway to orgasm, he rolled her over, forcing her into doggy-style. Janet gasped, her eyes going wide, but she reached back and spread her ass cheeks just like a good slut should have done. She made sure to spread herself wide, giving him and Anya a perfect view of that fat cock disappearing into her pussy, opening her open, spreading her, breaking her, molding her into what the dragon wanted her to be. 

Draconicon shivered, feeling her inner walls and her lips holding onto him, clenching down, stretching every time that he pulled out. They were clasping tight around him, her juices painting his cock, making it darker, wetter. 

"Fuck that pussy...fuck it...make her scream...god, I want that to be. Babe, promise me that you're going to do this to me. Promise me that you'll use me even harder than this."

"God...I promise...fuck...fuck..."

He panted as he rammed in and out, feeling his stamina starting to give way against something so much smaller. His cock was breaking her, opening her, using her in a way that he had never thought he would really get to do to someone else. Drac had always been a fantasy, something that he would use to get the worst of his urges out of the way, someone that could do what he could not. 

And now he had that power. 

Now he had that body. 

Now he had that cock. 

In and out, in and out, in and out...

And in. 

She came, screaming under him, and the sudden squeeze caught him by surprise. He held himself there, feeling his cock spurting, squirting, cumming hard inside of her. He felt his seed splattering inside of the young woman, felt his power rushing through her. 

Power. 

Rushing through. 

Draconicon latched onto the feeling, even in the orgasmic high, and he realized that the magic was there. He could feel the energy, could feel the power that he'd been given. It wasn't entirely the magic balls background that he had written for the dragon before, but it was something like it. A way that he could spread his power and mark others. 

He pulled his cock free before the rest could fire inside of Janet's slit, making the rest fall on her back or along her thighs. He panted hard, barely catching his breath as his foot-long-plus length lay over the other woman's back, oozing on the small of it, her pussy oozing his creampie. 

She panted, unable to speak, gibbering nonsense into the arm of the couch. Draconicon shook his head, glancing back at the computer. 

Anya was looking back at him, red-faced, her cheeks shiny and her breath coming hard. He couldn't help himself. 

"Enjoy the show?"

"God yes. Fucking hell...I want that. I want to have all that and so much more."

"Then get your butt on a plane, heh?"

"Did you get Drac's money?"

"...No."

"Then I can't fly out just yet. Planes still cost stuff."

That was a fair point. He really needed to figure out the magic part of it, but at least he had managed to confirm that he had power. He didn't know how to use it yet, but he had confirmed that he had power, and that he could mark others with it, though whether that could be done without cumming inside of them, he didn't know yet. 

Something to experiment with. 

"Love, I need to go now," he said, shaking his head. "Do you think you can -"

"You want me to let the others know?"

"Let Veronica know, and Ide, I think. Maybe Zavis. Nobody that is going to start blabbing about it without me giving permission first."

"...You know Veronica's gonna hijack a plane if she hears about it."

"I'll figure that out when it happens. Let's just keep it quiet for now."

"Alright, love. And, babe?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't you dare start having too much fun without me. I want to be there for this."

"No promises."

"No fair."

"I love you."

"Love you too. Byyyyyye."

The call ended, and he was left with Janet on his couch, slowly coming out of her lustful haze. She groaned under her breath, slowly looking over her shoulder at him. Her eyes were clearer, and he braced himself, wondering if he would be shouted at or - 

"Master."

Or that. That had been on the list of possibilities, too, though not that high on it. It seemed like it was a little convenient, but...

Well, he was telling a story, in a way, and had overcome the first of the trials that he would be dealing with. In a horrible, old-style way, it seemed that the woman would be his reward. 

Thunk!

"OWWWWWWWWWWW!"

The dragon keeled over, cupping his balls in the spot Janet had heeled them. He slumped to the ground, groaning under his breath, huffing and puffing and sucking air. His eyes were rolled back in their sockets, and he groaned as he revised his opinions on just how safe scales made him. 

"I guess I have to call you that," she muttered, slowly pulling herself upright. "I can't make myself call you anything else. You okay?"

"Yeah...fuck...ow..."

"Sorry," she said, rubbing the back of her head. "I just did that to see if I could. I honestly didn't think that you'd let me do it."

"I didn't think you were going to kick me in the balls after calling me that..."

"Well, I didn't come up here expecting to get fucked up by a dragon, but here we are."

"Mmmph...Are you mad?"

"...No...surprisingly, no," Janet admitted. "I had a good time, but I thought that I'd be royally pissed. Instead, I'm just...content. You happen to know why?"

"Magic?"

"No such thing."

"No such thing as dragons - mmph - either. Scoot over."

He dragged himself back to the couch, sitting down on the far side of it and cupping his balls gingerly. The feeling of pain down there was still stronger than he liked, and he had no idea whether it would actually fade away enough for him to feel good again before sunset. At any rate, though, he needed to figure out how this worked. 

"So..." Janet looked at him again. "You're a dragon. And you're apparently my master. You know, the country did have a whole war about this whole thing."

"I didn't do it consciously," he grunted, unable to quite close his legs. "It kinda happened at the end there. Not a conscious thought."

"So, you dragons just claim whoever you stick your dick into, do you?"

"Maybe? I'm still trying to figure it out."

"What do you mean, figure it out?" she asked. "You're the one that's doing it. You're the dragon here. Don't you just know?"

"I would, if I had been a dragon all my life." He groaned. "I was a human until a few minutes ago. I don't know how this works, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't start kicking me in the balls because of a mistake I didn't know I'd made until after I made it."

"I could probably charge you with rape."

"Says the person that I was asking, repeatedly, while she was under the effects of basically truth serum, whether she wanted this. I asked. Over, and over, and over, in every possible way to try and keep it fair, if you wanted it." Shaking his head, he stood up. "I'm getting some water. Do you want a drink?"

"Drink? Are you - are you seriously just treating this like it's something normal?" she asked. "Hey, I'm talking to you!"

"And I'm not hearing an answer to the question. Water? Soda?"

"How about a 911 call?"

"Sure. Let's see, how would that go? 'Hey, I just stripped down and got fucked by a dragon. It was rape, even though I was teasing him and trying to get him to touch me. He didn't give me anything, he just smelled good.' How do you think that's going to go? For either of us?"

He poured himself some water, tossed it back, then got another cup's worth. 

"Last chance for a drink."

"...Water."

"Coming up."

He returned to the couch with a pair of cups, handing one off to Janet as she pulled her thighs together, only to blush as his seed squelched inside of her. 

"Okay, so it was a bit more willing than...that. But...what the hell did you do to me? I've never felt like that before. Not...not in front of anyone, anyway."

"It's pheromones. I can't really control them. If you're around me, then you're going to start getting a bit loopy."

"But I'm not loopy now."

"I'm going to bet that's either because you were just fucked or just marked," he said, shrugging. "I'm still figuring out the rules myself, but I'd bet that you're probably exempt now that you have to call me 'Master.' The pheromones aren't required anymore."

"...This makes no sense."

"Tell me about it."

They sipped their water, looking out the window. 

"So...what now?"

"Now, [i]you[/i] are going to go down to the store and pick up a few things for me," he said. "I'll give you the money, I just...well, look. Can't really go out like this, can I?"

He gestured at himself, and Janet's eyes did the same up and down flick as before. This time, since she was sober, she blushed slightly and looked away. 

"Yeah...probably not. Not if you don't want to freak people out."

"Yeah. So..."

"I'll go. But I want answers when I get back."

[i]I want answers, too,[/i] he thought. [i]But we'll see if either of us get what we want...[/i]










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