Dealing with a Dragon - Syrupy & Akemioo

[velociraptor-noise]

The sprawling grounds of the University were a bustle of activity - magically enchanted or not there was little to prevent the chaos that accompanied the start of a new year. Teachers, faculty, parents and, of course, students bustled around every corridor and pathway on their way to whatever function or task was currently next on the docket for the busy day. It was very nearly bedlam. Likely there would have been outright battles broken out between some of the mingling throng if not for the hustle-and-bustle of so much to else to do.

Perhaps the most clamour centered around the various dormitories and castles that served as student housing as new arrivals filtered in, most with a handful of servants carrying half of their useless garbage in tow. Looking out on the seething throng of (mostly) humanity Maleficar found himself rolling his eyes in disgust. Preparing spells to transport himself and his important things directly into his rooms at the top of one of the northern castle turrets had been time-consuming (not that he'd ever admit it if asked) but it had certainly proved to be a worth-while effort. The last thing he wanted to do was spend a moment among the school's common populace - or, indeed, much of the populace at all. And of course, any time he could avoid being out in direct sunlight was a bonus.

The rooms that had been assigned, more true to say they were offered, to a student like Maleficar were truly opulent. As right they should be. The dark stone of the walls, ceiling and floor were richly cut and appealed to his aesthetic without being too dark or suffocating thanks to the huge, high arch of the ceiling as well as the massive span of the wide window that overlooked the school grounds below. The rooms were all scattered with expensive carpets, throws and pillows but the obvious centerpiece was the bed. Like the rest of the room and its furnishings it seemed to be designed not for a human-sized creature but some kind of beast: an ebony wood four-poster that a king could hardly have afforded. The dark-haired senior breathed in deep and exhaled slowly - it was indeed good to see that no one of the fools who ran this useless establishment had let their incompetence bleed into fulfilling his demands. At least where it came to his living quarters. He didn't bother inspecting what appeared to be the smaller room attached.

He had not, try and fume and spit literal fire as he may, been able to avoid being assigned a roommate. Even thinking about it the term had a vile sound. Whoever it was would be in for one hell of a year, if he didn't take one look at him - at who he was - and go running for the hills.

 

[ooAkemioo]

In her hatred; the once most vile and evil queen had used her strength to summon a beast from the depths of hell. She used this creature, to bear a child; whom twisted by her magic turned out to be a diminutive male in comparison to his mother’s dark and domineering nature. Soft pale flesh, silken hair pure and white, eyes of deep amber almost like glowing topaz. The creature held such a feminine frame that he was oft dressed in ambiguous clothing just so she could tease people. It; however, was the added features of a pair of glowing horns that made known his darker birthing. Deep obsidian swirled with a crimson not unlike fresh pulsing blood pierced through his skull and pointed skyward. Shards of the crystalline build made their way along his forehead, appearing as estranged jewelry that faded into eyes seeming to hold a natural mascara.

A stature of only five foot and four inches left him small in comparison to his peers; many of whom bore ill towards him only because of whom his mother was. Yet, the creature cared little as he walked upon the ground. A long tail of white hung to his mid back; around his neck tendrils of red leather rested to form an estranged necklace. He wore a loose fitting vest over a silken undershirt both black with the softest difference in shade; a pair of silk trousers hung about his hips along with thick boots fit for combat. Holding said trousers was a silver belt embued with rubies and garnets. His head was held high, and he walked with the regality owed him as various servants darted past him with his things. “...Don’t you dare loose my ‘scream of hag’ let alone my already prepared apples.” he spoke, finally leaving them as he found the stairwell.

A moment of alone allowed him to relax, and he held himself against the wall taking a cleansing breath before tarrying forth. He found his door, and knocked gently before stepping inside. Instantly; his jaw dropped and his eyes widened. It was beautifully Gothic, dark; beautiful. He scanned the room, touching the drapes, kneeling to feel the carpet; going so far as to remove his shoes so he could feel his bare feet change from soft furs to cold stone. His eyes then caught something amazing; and something terrifying. “... Maleficar?” he questioned, offering the other a soft bow before looking back to the bed. This was his room mate? Joy. Keeping a calm, nonchalant stare; he looked towards an adjacent door and quickly wandered to peer inside.

A much less opulent bed rested there; perfect for the singularity that would be himself. Crafted of yew and covered in silken sheets and a large quilt made of varying furs dyed a deep crimson and stuffed with soft feathers. He let a hand grace upon the make, before turning his attention elsewhere; aside from a personal desk, an array of magical equiptment rested. At least three cauldrons waited to be heated, various beakers lined a makeshift laboratory, and vials of ingredients rested on a large shelf holding everything from unicorn hair to dragon blood. Everything appeared in order, and the small male let out a sigh before once more turning his attention to the larger portion of the room.

Swallowing, he set his shoes down and soon began undressing. Once he was placed into a loose fitting robe, he wandered back to where the larger; more poweful creature of magic loomed. “... Sorry about that... I needed to ensure that none of my valuables were misplaced.” he spoke, voice calm, steady, oddly complacent. He knew better than to over react; knew better than to show his awe and mild fear. Demonic his ancestry may have been, it meant little in the face of a true arch fiend.

 

[velociraptor-noise]

The bright, glinting yellow of his eyes followed the younger, petite boy. He wasn't a stranger to Maleficar, whether or not the little demon knew it or not - he was a rather frequently discussed topic among the circles in which the senior student moved. He couldn't really call them friends but... allies, acquaintances, other students who he occasionally deigned to grace with his presence.

His lips curled into a smile, opening into a toothy grin that had the suggested hint of cruelty and violence around the edges. But of course, nothing but the suggestion of cruelty and violence ever put a smile on his face. And if this newcomer knew who he was, he could probably guess just that.Maleficar crossed his arms over his broad chest, leering down the considerable difference in height between the two.

Perhaps he'd misjudged this roommate situation.

Many of the other older students had plans for this little, effeminate creature. He'd been there often enough when they'd discussing it, although he'd remained characteristically silent - keeping his own best ideas to himself unlike the rest of them. He was sure he'd meet no resistance if he went ahead and started on a few of the better ones on his own. The more he looked at the creature before him, the less he liked the idea of sharing anyway.

"No need to be concerned." He waved away the offered apology. "I am quite glad to see you Alexander, what a coincidence that they assigned you to be my roommate. Seems only fair we make the best of the situation."

 

[ooAkemioo]

His head tilted; amber eyes peering at the older; taller, more powerful male with a mild unsure. A breath was taken, and his stance calmed as the other spoke in such an understanding manner. Of course, Alexander knew little of the plots within those venomous words; nor the plots against him for his birth alone. “Of course, I’d gladly do whatever to ensure our year is calm and memorable.” Words he’d regret? Perhaps, but for the time there was little reason for him to think there would be malice.

With an almost calm placid look; he peered through the room once more. Unsure; he walked to the large bed of ebony. A hand; tender and silken smooth with milky white flesh begging to be made red, reached to touch one of the posters. His eyes showed a sense of wonder as painted nail of a deep sanguine edged their way around each carving and indention. Master craftsmen had been at hand to create it; most likely specifically for Maleficar. His heart skipped as he thought about it; realization slowly dawning.

He, himself, may have demonic blood; but Maleficar was a draconic incarnation of malice and old magic. Said creature had just smiled, darkly, deeply. Thoughts swirled in his mind, what thoughts did Maleficar have. No, he needn’t worry. “Maleficar?” he started, voice low as he turned to peer at the male. He took in the sight of him, broad chest, glowing eyes almost like a sulfuric fire from the depths of the underworld. “Shall we do something since classes shan’t start till tomorrow?”

He gingerly rested against the banister, peering at the other male with a soft stare. The silken material that rested about him shifting with his movements; revealing his chest from time to time as he swayed from side to side trying to figure out what could be done to pass time. “... A-Any chance you could help me with my magic?” This time he showed his mild unsure and slight embarrassment; his face showing a tinge of crimson as he again eyed the male. Maleficar would likely notice just how his eyes wandered; and the precise spots they tended to stop along the journey from foot to head.

They paused a moment at the man’s chest, then lower until he shook himself away from the wonder of what might lay beneath those tight pants. “Erm... You have awesome taste in clothing... I-I may have to steal tips...” he added, a little flustered this time.

(( Sorry I'm truly not intending it to be too cutesy; I just wanted to add fuel by showing Male that indeed the little fem boy is more fairy than demon~ Lol jk but yeah... >,,< may that door of chaotic torment be opened~ ))

 

[velociraptor-noise]

The taller man's eyebrow rose slowly even as he kept his responses in check... for the time being. He'd never been one to mince words, he'd picked up his mother's habits of quality of quantity when speaking. Or perhaps it was just a trait unavoidable considering his other reptilian traits: the way he watched and waited for the perfect moment to strike. If only Alexsander knew exactly how much he was playing into every unvoiced idea that was flitting through Maleficar's dark imagination. His words, his fidgeting - to the way he was practically undressing his senior student with those greedy, hungry little eyes.

Not that Maleficar's desires would have been curbed has Alexander not so obviously found him attractive, but it certainly helped. And Maleficar was never one to forget such an obvious stroke to his ego.

He stepped closer. One step of his long, measured strides brought him close enough to Alexander to be considered crowding the younger, smaller student. The entire action dripped of something predatory and Maleficar never had it in him to hide what he was or what he wanted. If Alexander's mind filled in the gaps and the tiny creature wanted nothing more to do with him... Well, there was fun to be had in a chase as well.

"I could potentially be persuaded..." The pause and drawl of his voice was rather obvious, but perhaps Alexander was even more naive than he thought. "... to help you with a bit of your magic."

 

[ooAkemioo]

Alexander swallowed when the other neared; their height difference leaving him mostly barely chest level to the elder. His face grew crimson as he tilted his head back to look upwards; amber orbs peering at the hypnotizing yellow; quaking in an estranged wanting and fear. The words were easily registered, and he reached out in subtle measures; swallowing lightly as he gingerly pushed away from the man. Subsequently, crawling onto the bed where he sat still staring.

“...Maleficar...” he repeated the others name, again staring at him in unsure manners before nodding. In a mere movement of his shoulders; the robes fell to his side revealing his chest and stomach. The other might be shocked to find what awaited there. Both nipples were pierced with what were akin to tiny spears of obsidian; easily revealed to be enchanted in a manner of enhancing one’s innate magic. A hand moved to his lips; sharpened canines nibbling on the edge of crimson nails as he stared towards the other.

“...Is-Is this enough persuasion?” the question lingered for a moment, before he moved once more resting a hand upon the other’s crotch, rubbing against it with a heated hand. A luminous glow appeared, adding to the heat as he stroked; his entire facade shifting to one of a wanton puppy in heat. “A huntsmen gave them to me...” he started, now kneeling on his knees as the second hand moved out; the pair working on the belt that hid the awaiting prize. “He told me I could be more powerful if I learned three things.”

A few more shuffles, and soon the other’s cock was revealed. Alexander swallowed, as it was revealed. Possibly double what his own was in length; (not quite since he had a normal six to six and a half inches, but to him likely the males was huge). “... How to satisfy those powerful than myself... How to hide what I want and can be until the proper time...” he moved closer, taking a breath; blowing the heated air against Maleficar’s cock head. Noting the estrange ridging, a visible shudder escaping as he ran a hand from base to tip. “And the last... How to give a perfect blow job.” With that uttered his lips wrapped around the first inch of the other’s penis. His tongue lapped at the slit and he mewled lightly before edging forward.

One hand supported himself on one of the banisters, the other toyed with Maleficar’s scrotum. Inch by precious inch he took the other into his moist, needy, and wanton mouth; gagging lightly when the head hit the back of his throat. He didn’t stop; however, he pushed until every inch was inside his mouth and pushed into the back of his throat. After pausing to gag a little, he started to swirl his head around in a circle, pulling back then pushing back in hard so his nose brushed against the pubic hair. It would be obvious he was still learning; and if the other were to dig through the young demonic witch’s things he’d find a small array of sex toys with which he’d been practicing.

Once more he pulled off; coughing a little and catching his breath as his hand moved from shaft to head in a steady pace. “...Am I doing okay?” he questioned, eyes rising to look to the other’s; showing a true desire to be taught such important ‘magic’ as this. It was obvious he was pushing himself, but truly he felt a growing desire; and should the dragon share it he’d obviously give in. The creature had no clue of the Pandora box he was opening upon himself...

((Hope this is alright~ Enjoy : ) ))

 

[velociraptor-noise]

Maleficar's smile widened, never faltering even through the quickening of breath as his arousal swelled. It was no surprise that his cock was hard and ready to receive whatever ministrations the boy was so willing to offer. He knew full well how, frankly, monstrous it was even in his human form. Always willing to take pride in his good qualities, this one was no different. Although he wasn't sure what he found more delectable about the current situation: when Alexander's breath caught and his eyes widened at the sight of it, or the way the boy continued along his chosen path with such determination despite it.

He was honestly surprised at his new little roommate's skill - hadn't that assignment been fortuitous indeed. Even with the few moments of stumbling or the slight bit of gagging he was handling the considerable length and girth of Maleficar's strange cock better than the senior would have ever expected. There was a certain part of him that was almost put out by the missed opportunity of being the first one able to soil this tiny, feminine creature that was so willingly on his knees before him. But whether it was the pleasure he was currently receiving or the practical knowledge that Alexander arriving a bit "broken in" was rather convenient, he let his illusions of a virgin toy fade without much resentment.

Of course, he'd use that new bit of information to the best of his ability.

When Alexander let his cock fall out of his hot, wet mouth Maleficar let out a deep, rumbling sound that could only be a growl. One of his hands tangled in Alexander's hair, just edging on tight enough to hurt.

"You'd do better to suck with that mouth that to talk."

 

[ooAkemioo]

A low groan escaped, as he worked himself on the erection; aware the other was pleased at him. He felt the desire to praise the male for his physique, but kept to his task; head bobbing up and down as he worked to milk the elder of his seed. Ever aware of himself, he kept his head angled so his horns would cause no damage; and now let his gaze rise to watch the other before pulling away to speak. To this, a visible jump was seen, his face turning pure crimson as he nodded.

“Sorry sir.” he spoke, almost too easily submitting as he went back to claim the ten inches into his mouth. His tongue lapped at the shaft, taking pleasure in the estranged ridging as it moved from base to tip along with his bobbing head. The rest of him lay hidden in the robes; and he gingerly shuffled free to reveal the full of himself. His own cock nothing special; purely human rested in full heat at six inches and some fraction towards a seventh. A gaze was given; as if asking permission to touch himself as he again buried his face deep in the other’s crotch.

He swallowed, or attempted to force his throat to do the motion of swallowing; muscles moving in a rippling effect to milk the girth within it. Before he swiveled his head in a circular motion as he moved towards the head once more. Here, he allowed his tongue to lap at the tip, hand moving along the shaft in a quickening pace before he moved his head to meet with the jerking. The two made a rhythm from base to tip along the shaft, saliva mixing with potential pre-cum as he worked.

Even as he longed for touch, his own cock leaked; his ass hold twitched. By the evils of hell he longed to be taken; yet now as not the time. His concern was his senor, he needed to make the other cum; so he could drink it all. What Maleficar didn’t know was he wanted his seed for more reasons than lustful desire; he presumed it would increase within him his own dark magic; then again even Alexander didn’t know if this were true.

He pulled back once more, then looked up towards the other panting. Like a dog he began lapping at the head as his hand continued to pump; followed by kisses along the shaft and soft licks before once more returning to taking the whole thing in. Well; orally he had some skill. Whether or not the other end would prove as useful only time would tell.

 

[velociraptor-noise]

"Sir?" The title brought a laugh bubbling up from Maleficar, even though the signs of his obvious enjoyment of Alexander's treatment. "You have been well-trained haven't you?" The hand he'd tangled in the boy's hair loosened somewhat, carding through the silken strands almost in a petting motion. Might as well reward his new pet for a nice attempt at garnering his favor.

His free hand took hold of one of Alexander's horns and without warning or hesitation, used it as a handle to pull the boy's mouth forcedly further down his massive cock - impossibly further.

"But in the future you will call me 'Master'. More suitable than just a simple 'Sir', don't you think?" His eyes connected with Alexander's and held the boy's lusty gaze for several, poignant moments. As if he was asking him to disagree with his huge cock force-fucking down his throat.

Maleficar's eyes wandered down, over the skin that his slutty little pet seemed so intent to show him. Even as the boy swallowed his cock down so well, his instincts reminded him of how wonderful it would be to fill this boy's asshole with his seed. In both of his forms. But they had time indeed on their side today, since classes wouldn't be starting until tomorrow morning. No reason not to indulge in all of his little whore's gifts.

"You are a hungry little whore aren't you? Whimpering in front of me like that with your tiny cock so hard." His breath caught as Alexander's ministrations brought him closer, his cock already leaking slightly. "I'll make you a deal, my slutty little pet, drink down what my cock has to give you now and after... I'll give the chance to beg me to fuck you properly."

 

[ooAkemioo]

A near mewl escaped him as the other pet him, and he nodded a little; deciding not to tell more of what happened to the huntsmen who’d ‘taught’ him. No, such a secret needed to be saved for another time; as it was, this one was far more worthy than some fool warrior thinking himself strong and powerful enough to claim Alexander as a pet. Maleficar was far more worthy of his devotion, so when the other took hold of his horn the boy did nothing.

However, when tugged he let out a whimper; fighting desire to resist and instead gargling and grunting as his eyes teared up for the pain of his throat being stretched. He stilled for a moment, catching his breath even as the muscles around the cock tightened and worked to milk the massive muscle.

His head continued to move; the cock rising and falling down his throat as needy eyes peered at the elder. For a moment the look of him was as if peering at a living god; and it was obvious that he saw the other as a definite ‘better’ to his ‘lesser’ being. A ginger motion left his lips free; coughs escaping as his hand continued to work at milking the other. Harsh breathing soon moved to a broken word. “Forgive my impudence Master; it shan’t happen again.” his eyes never fell as he again went back to kissing, suckling, licking and ultimately worshiping the other’s dick.

He cared little for being a whore, pet, slut; for the moment all Alexander knew, wanted to know was that he was Maleficar’s. Tasting what leaked from him; the boy’s tempo increased drastically. As if it were a drug he needed in order to live his head moved at speeds even he never knew he could do. His hand drew upwards; again massaging the dragon’s ball sac, his lips pressing tight then loosening slightly so his tongue could graze every draconic ridge. He took in the smell, the taste, the feel. His cock twitched, another dribble of pre dripping towards the beds before his eyes rose once more.

“Please feed me master... I need to drink all of you seed. I’m such a greedy little whore; I need master’s seed.” Mimicking the violet thrust, he pressed his face as far as he could. Sweet noises of choking and gagging followed, but he didn’t stop until all ten inches rested in his mouth and down into his throat. He could feel the tip pushing at the back of said throat; and a cry mixing plain and wanton pleasure escaped him as he swallowed hard wishing the other would spill into the depths of him; filling an obvious void.

 

[velociraptor-noise]

Alexander was definitely a fitting treat for this purpose. Maleficar let him work, but kept his hands on the boy's head - it wouldn't do to let him forget who was actually in control of this entire arrangement. Even if he was allowing this little slut to do his work mostly under his own power at the moment, but for the few tugs and thrusts he did make into that wet heat, Alexander was only being allowed to pleasure him.

He would have to make that increasingly clear as they progressed. But again, they had time, and Maleficar was more than willing to spend it training his new toy. He doubted his mother would even frown on his actions if it distracted him a bit from his studies (not that he had ever really needed to study the dribble they taught here). If anything he could imagine her face when she saw that exactly who's son he'd taken and turned into his little cum-hungry, whore of a pet. The thought of bringing a fully-trained Alexander home to show off was the very thought that finished him.

His orgasm burst from the swollen head of his cock deep down the boy's throat, spilling his seed directly into him. Even if Alexander hadn't been desperate for a meal, the boy would have had no choice but to drink it all down. It was quite a volume too and over a rather substantial length of time.

Maleficar grinned around his harsh breaths of satisfaction, and after a moment used Alexander's horns as leverage to pull his cock out from the boy's mouth. It wouldn't do to fill him up all at once. As it popped out from between his lips, the head of his cock was still spurting substantial amounts of seed and before it stopped the boy's face was covered in gobs of it, dripping to the stone of the floor.

Chuckling darkly Maleficar looked down at the mess he'd made of his new toy. "Well? Don't let your master's offering's go to waste. Clean it up."

 

[ooAkemioo]

A gargled noise escaped him as the thick viscous cream slid into his throat. Muscles contracted, and his head bobbed lightly in the attempt to drink down more. Bite, salty, in some ways it reminded him of a potion he’d once drank crafted to increase his stamina. He cared little if he were being used, secrets would come out sooner or later of deep latent wants and twisted desires that had plagued his mind since he were younger.

His eyes widened when the tug caught his attention; a pop showing the release of his mouth which remained open to accept what dribbles slid from his face. He could feel it caking, dripping down his chin and clinging to bits of his hair. All he could do was stare at the other with a gluttonous smile. A hand moved towards his face, fingers scraping at the cum plastered there and drawing it to his lips. For show he let out a mewl not unlike one would when eating something they adored. Then again, this was a delicacy that many would kill to try.

For a moment he stared transfixed as the other’s words filled his mind. Glazed eyes lost in lust peered from Maleficar’s own to the floor where a small pool of seed rested. “Yes Master.” he responded, voice quaky to show that his throat was hurting from the fucking it received. He’d never complain though, no; he wanted, perhaps needed more.

Moving from the bed, he got onto the floor and shifted to all fours. His ass rose into the air, as his face moved closer to the floor; tongue moved out to lap slow and meticulously like a cat drinking cream. He didn’t care if the floor was dirty, he needed to clean up after his meal. Within moments he finished and his head moved so that he now directed his tongue to lick Maleficar’s cock. He suckled on the man’s scrotum, then made his way along the shaft. He even went so far as to suck out the cum that stuck within Maleficar’s pubic hair.

“... Master...” he wriggled, going back to scraping bits from his face and suckling on his fingers. “... I’m still so hungry... I need to feel Master’s cock impaling my ass, filling my other half with his seed...” he nuzzled at the man’s dick, even with a hoarse voice continuing. “Please master... Fuck this cum hungry whore with your god like dick.”

 

[velociraptor-noise]

Well this entire scenario was just going splendidly wasn't it? It was truly as if Alexander was made for this kind of treatment. He was certainly taking to it well... Interesting to see if the rest of his body would take to it just as well.

Maleficar's cock was quick to recover, partially due to his own fiendish stamina but also due to the way that this hungry little whore was already back to sucking at him like the greedy bitch he so obviously was intended to be. The arch-fiend used the boy's horns to once again pull him away from his cock, forcing his face up to meet his eye.

"I'll fuck you like you so obviously need you little wanton bitch. But only after you've promised yourself to me."

One hand released it's grip on Alexander's horns and twirled in an intricate gesture that was obviously a spell both by the finesse of the motion as well as the acid green and dark purple auras that were suddenly smoking off of his fingers. After a few moments what was obviously a collar appeared, the same color as the earlier magics that had summoned it. There were no tags or writting upon it, but anyone at this school who saw it would know simply by its style and make - as well as the redolent magic of the thing - that it was Maleficar's.

He dropped it to the ground in front of Alexander.

"You'll get fucked like you need after you put this on. Once you put it on, willingly, only I will be able to remove it and it will bind you me for as long as I see fit. So what'll it be slut? Your freedom or the fucking you crave?"

 

[ooAkemioo]

He swallowed as the other’s cock grew not truly wanting anything more than to properly clean it. Yet, as his eyes moved to peer at Maleficar’s he smiled. “Master...” he started, nodding gently as he watched the male move and perform his magic. The energy moved through the air, causing him to shudder as he took it in. It was his master, the magic that made him a true fiend. “... M-Master... A-Anally I am still virginal... I-I’ve only used toys.”

He fidgeted as he said this, amazed when the collar was crafted. As it hit the floor; he stared at it for a moment; lifting it and moving it around in his hand. He could feel the magic pulsing, he closed his eyes; feeling his master before nodding. “Wouldn’t that be truest freedom Master?”

He questioned, unlatching it slowly and placing it around his neck. A visible shudder as he felt magic surge through him. A gasp escaped, and he fell to all fours wriggling. “M-Master?” without awaiting anything, he rose and once more took to kissing along the fiend’s cock; lapping at the head for a moment, then staring at him. “What may I do to please you my master?”

Soft tears pricked at his eyes, and he quickly wiped them before smiling. “I-I’ve always needed to be wanted.” He continued to rub at his eyes before leaning forward once more and snuggling at the man’s leg as if he were a kitten showing affection. “...Please... Break me... Remake me into what will make you happy... M-Make you want to keep me for eternity...”

For the moment, he continued to snuggle; obviously awaiting any command that would be given to him.

 

[velociraptor-noise]

Maleficar's instincts wanted nothing more than to shift into his truer form and mount this little mewling creature. Fill him - literally fill him - with his seed. The collar bound them nicely, but fucking the boy in his true form would tie this little demonic slut to his wishes further still. And as Alexander wriggled on all fours below him, so submissive and servile, he nearly did just that. But, Maleficar wasn't one to allow himself to be completely ruled by his instincts... Strong though they may be.

Perhaps there was something to be said for waiting.

"Toys you say?" The arch-fiends brow quirked upwards and once again his hands worked in a spell similar to that which had summoned the collar. What materialized in his hand this time however was something entirely different, though it still shared the same colors to match.

The dildo-plug, whatever it was made of, was massive. Bigger even than Maleficar's cock, in his human form at least. The base flared further wide, suggesting that it was perhaps meant to be left inside for periods of time. This too he held out for Alexander. "Nothing like this I assume?"

"Use it, since you obviously can't stand the idea of being so empty - you cock-hungry mongrel. I want to see you impale yourself on this."

 

[ooAkemioo]

“Master?” he questioned as the male began to work his magic once more. The horned draconic male was quite adapt at his conjurations; a thing causing Alexander to admire him more. As it moved to him; the boy held the plug, body visibly quaking as he admired it. Thrill shot through him, fear, want, admiration. How was he to handle this thing? He didn’t care.

“No Master, but I will do as you command. P-Please be patient with me.”

Looking about, he slowly moved to a more central spot in the room. Setting the plug down, he moved some of the various pillows into a pile and rested his body in such a manner as to be seen. His legs spread, showing his tight hole, and the boy moved his fingers to his lips suckling them much as he had Maleficar’s cock earlier. Soft whines escaped as he did so, until they moved downwards and began to toy with his rectum.

It didn’t take long for the first finger to slip inside, poking and prodding; his free hand moved to lift the toy. At first he licked at the tip, before shoving it down into his throat; gagging yet deep throating as if it were his master’s cock. By this time a second and third finger were added to his hole; and the boy was whimpering and groaning in sheer pleasure as he stretched himself.

A gasp escaped when he removed the plug from his throat, again moving so that its base rested on the floor. Using his hands as support and for aiming, he lowered his body until the tip passed into him. Slowly, inch by inch until he rose nearly off and began to move at a quickened pace. His face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain as he moved lower, stretching his insides; likely ripping them a little.

This continued for a time, until he finally felt prepared. His speed increased, his cock bouncing up and down with him, pre-cum staining his soft white pubes before he rose almost off then fell hard. With a Shlurp! he forced his entire hole over the knot, screaming loudly enough that his voice likely carried to the lower floors. His cum shot out of him, staining the floor and a bit of his stomach before he fell on his back writing. Tears poured from his eyes as the pain of such a stretching hit him; yet he had a more primal concern.

With all his strength he turned onto his stomach, crawling to the stains and lapping them up. Soon, he was at his masters feet, nuzzling his leg; his own hips wriggling as he whimpered. “F-Forgive me... I-I didn’t mean to cum... I-I’m so sorry Master.” he began to lick the man’s boots, obviously pleading for pardon in not having asked for his release. His body obviously being pushed as it quaked and quivered beneath its own weight.

 

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The entire thing was quite a show. Again, it was the type of scenario where, had Maleficar been nearly anyone else, he would have been shoving the boy face down into the stone floor and fucking him bloody. Instead Maleficar just watched with his bright, glinting yellow eyes. His entire expression was one of content at the very least, arousal and self-satisfaction more so. Even impressed, though he disguised the emotion well enough, when his little pet managed to impale himself completely on the considerable length and girth he'd been assigned.

Those expressions fell when Alexander came. Rippling out in their place was the briefest look of pure malice before Maleficar schooled himself back into something more calm and fitting for the scenario. He settled on stern displeasure.

"I see I've underestimated what a greedy little slut you really are." He nudged Alexander of of his leg, glancing down at him with mild revulsion. He shouldn't have expected immediate obedience out of whichever little bitch just happened to fall in his path but... He'd been perhaps too lenient with this one so far. "That fucking your whore body wants will obviously have to wait, since you've made such a mess of yourself and the floor. I'm not in the habit of rewarding toys that don't obey."

Maleficar rolled his eyes over Alexander's body, curled around itself at his feet. He was mollified slightly to see the toy still inside him.

"Stand up, if you can."

 

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Tears poured from his eyes as his master kicked him away. He quaked on the floor; holding himself as he whimpered. “I’m so sorry master.” he pleaded, before looking to the man with quaking eyes. He nodded, trying to use the bed to rise; only to fall back with a shrill cry as his ass hit the floor forcing the dildo to wriggle.

He sat frozen, staring emptily before once more trying to move. Again he held the bed, swallowing as he writhed. He found mild balance, then finally rose to standing; though quaking all the while. His eyes shifted from the floor to those deep sulfuric ones that peered at him. He whimpered. “... I... Forgive me Master; I-I will take whatever punishment I must.” The look of him made it obvious he was close to loosing himself.

His eyes rolled even as tears flooded from them, and the color of his flesh grew even more pallid. He was pushing himself too far too fast, and his body couldn’t handle it. “... I... Want to only please Master... Please teach me... How to do so...”