Obent: To Steal a Dragon's Soul
by tannim
February 5, 2010

	Obent swung his hand while staring into two worlds at once.  The reality he created in his mind and reality he lived in.  Each eye overlaid the images onto one another while the power flowing from his body gave one the ability to affect the other.  That he was fighting a dragon didn't mean much.  The dragon would only eat him, after all.

	His bare wool shifted in the beat of the dragon's wing flaps.  The air around him crackled, but the tower of ice before him in his mind blocked the heat from cooking him.  He swung his arm forward when the dragon took in his breath and saw with one eye his arm lengthen the forty feet into the air with the axe growing as he swing.

	The dragon saw it as shift in the air and dove forward towards the sheep.  It was a young dragon, not much bigger than the sheep at all.  His parents would have stood a much better chance but they had been lured away before hand, it was up to him to save himself.  His attacker didn't smile, as he had seen other cruel creatures do.  This wooly mammal just stared with a blank face.

	Being to young for magic, the dragon fought as well as he could.  His mind racing to dodge slashes try to hit the attacker.  Almost every dive, the sheep either stepped to one side or somehow moved out of the way.  The creature didn't even seem to hurry.  He managed to surprise the sheep only once, flinging a rock with his tail and diving at the same time, but even though he hit the sheep, it felt as though he flew into the cave wall.  He didn't even draw a grunt.

	An attempt to flee the cave was blocked as well.  The sheep was behind him, then he was in front taking a full tail lashing to the face without blinking.  The young dragon was desperate to find a way out, but nothing worked.  Those cold eyes were always on him whether he tried to attack or to flee.

	Obent was reasonably pleased.  His plan was going well enough.  The parents were away.   The young dragon was weakening quickly.  Repositioning the world around himself let him move to block the prey's escape.  His mind and reserves of energy weren't being taxed yet.

	He let the youngster fly towards the hole in the cave and nearly escape before the barely existing axe shattered his horns.  In the narrow hole his victim couldn't dodge in time.  Obent watched the horns fall with his one eye while the other overlaid a third arm and hand to catch them.  The blood falling with them he caught the same way while the dragon fell to the ground a moment later.  He made a swing motion again, this time the blade cut into his target's neck.

	The young dragon roared in agony, the sheep walked to it physically.  His arm swung nothing, but each time a deep gash opened in the beast's body.  Gash after gash carved into his scaled hide.  Blood poured out onto the cave floor and Obent stood over the thrashing youngling.  He made a circular motion with his hand and bound the dragon's jaws shut with a mental rope.  The rest of the dragon's form followed and he crashed down one last time to lay bleeding on the floor unable to move.

	Obent crouched and drug his bare genitals over the captive dragon's bloody lips and face.  His loose scrotum wobbled and bounced as he moved with care.  He pried his prisoner's jaws open and put his balls inside, then carefully closed the jaws around them.  The sheep felt those jaws clench desperately to bite but a wedge of stone in the other reality superimposed between the beast's teeth prevented them.

	Obent held them there, he casually gripped his sheath and pushed it down to expose his ovine penis.  There was no arousal to it, not until his hand worked over it.  Stroke after stroke, his face never showing any sign of pleasure.  Up and down, eyes locked on his captive's with his captive's locked on his groin.  As his right hand worked his left eye held the dragon's gaze, his right eye delved into the beasts mind and spirit.  His left hand deftly sewed hooks of power and compulsion into that weakened mind.

	Each barbed hook dug in deeply and made the dragon grunt in pain and horror.  The hooks in the spirit did worse than those in the physical body.  The bound and isolated the youth's soul bit by bit.  Each stroke of his hand followed by at least one hook.  Each second he watched and was watched his freedom was stolen and will suppressed.

	The humiliation of holding his captor's most vulnerable parts in his mouth and not biting them off weakened his resistance to the attack.  His age and inexperience allowed for deeper barbs than even Obent had expected to achieve.  The sheep was pleased as he forced more hooks throughout the dragon's body.  He made sure to attach hooks to his captive's prostate other intimate pleasure centers along with the rest of the nerves.

	Each hook in his personally created alternate reality he tied to an orb he formed floating above his head.  The threads of control were pulled taught after each hook and each barb, was in place.  Drool mixed with the blood dribbling from his toy's mouth as he finished up.  He felt the pleasure of domination more than the pleasure of his flesh as he finished and ejaculated over the dragon's eye.  The stream of cum pooled then dribbled into that eye and into the deep gash in the young creature's muzzle.  

	As that agony hit him, Obent stood up, stepped on his dragon's head, and ripped the youth's soul into the orb.  The ear rending wail that escaped the body as the soul tore lose ended abruptly as the sheep trapped that last free act in the orb as he brought it into the real world.  It hardened in his hand to a dark orb of hard dried blood.  Just visible in it was the mental echo of the dragon's soul, wailing as it was stolen and bound to servitude.

	Obent stepped off an snapped his fingers.  The bindings around the body released, it stood and followed him meekly.  The blood it leaked it didn't pay attention to, the pain of the wounds weren't the bodies concern any more.  The sheep smiled for the first time and held the orb tightly as he dissolved the other reality.  His new pet would grow into a powerful tool.  Its parents would have to be dealt with, but they were a concern for later.  He had at least a day before they would be able to track him and by then he'd have recovered fully and be ready for them.  Obent glanced at his dragon, drooling blood still, he'd have to clean it up soon, but it will live.  It will live, only for him.