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His mistress stood on the opposite side of the iron bars, watching him with a look that was a strange mixture of lust, hate and fear. As he watched her standing there, her bronze, violet and blue scales shimmering in the amber flames, he could only think about how he had gotten himself into this mess. He smiled rakishly as he remembered how she squirmed beneath him, how a dragoness was so unlike a wolf when you took them without consent. Of course, he wasn�t the only one who was there� he was just the one who was caught.
However, his mistress had him alone now. She took his smile for insolence, he knew, and would probably have him properly whipped later. He didn�t mind the whips; in his Pack, the lick of a whip was equal to that of a mother�s tongue. He wouldn�t mind if his mistress would lick him. His organ began to harden and stretch as he imagined the dragoness on her knees before him, his paws holding her bronze horns as he raped her muzzle. He grunted at a sudden pain, his eyes looking down to his sheath.
Oh yes, that little toy, he thought. Just before the opening of his sheath, the dragons placed three rings, each with a spike on the inside. The damned thing hurt like hell when he got hard. He looked back to his mistress and she was smiling. So the dragoness took pleasure in his pain, did she?
�Will you behave?� she asked sharply, though she didn�t wait for a reply. �You�ve been entered in the Games tonight. I�m having you properly groomed and dressed. You�d better act accordingly, or they�ll have you in the torture closet again.�
He restrained a shudder at the mention of that place. He had spent a week in the closet before; it was seven days of being brought closer and closer to a climax, and never reaching it. It was one hundred and sixty-eight hours of teasing, of kisses and licks and hot scaled and furred bodies pressing against him. He didn�t know he could stay hard for so long without release. When he was returned to his cage, he collapsed to the floor and fell into a fitful sleep, uncomfortably wary of the guard�s eyes on him. He couldn�t even give himself pleasure. That was something that really pissed him off. Once he tried, the guards chained his paws to the wall.
He was hanging there now, watching his mistress still. He didn�t show any sign of answering her question, but didn�t make any movements that he felt would anger her further. He felt the same mixture of lust and hate for her.
The guards returned for him later that night. There was a feeling in the air that he could smell and taste, a feeling that made his heart race further and made him want to rush out into the open air. He knew that the moon was full, and it was the lycanthrope games that he was participating in. His groom began cleaning him by removing the rings around his sheath. He was getting hard already, the fur on the back of his neck raising as he filled with excitement for the night.
�What do they call you, wolf?� the groom asked, raising light brown eyes to meet his fiery gaze. One of the dragon�s talons was rubbing warm water into his black fur, paying close attention to the white fire-shaped sigil on his left thigh.
�Xynon,� he answered gruffly. �Tell me, groom; is the cross on my back marred from the whippings?�
The dragon looked. Xynon had a white cross that reached from his neck to his lower back and the backs of his arms. The wolf swished his tail against his back as the groom looked to him again. �No�there aren�t even any scars.�
At least they hadn�t ruined that, he thought. The groom lifted a heavy-looking red gold pendant made of chain links and a smaller rope chain, from which dangled a cross, and placed it over his head. A matching ear cuff went over his left ear, and a similar chain with pentacles went near his left elbow and comparable cuff on his right ear. Xynon flicked an ear. It jingled as he moved. Finally, the groom closed a thick chain link around his ankle.
�Is all this truly necessary?� he asked.
�In your were-form, it won�t matter,� the groom replied simply. Xynon realized it was true.
The moonlight hit him like a wave of cool water as he stepped into the clear-walled chamber. The room before him was still closed off by strong dreamstone bars. He felt the change falling upon him and his vision sharpened, the scents around him growing more tangible, his muscles roaring as he soaked in the moonlight. He grew in height at least a foot, his legs snapping into a digitigrade form, claws on his paws and feetpaws lengthening. He felt his sheath become heavy as his organ grew to accommodate his new size. When he felt the changing subside, he let rip a roar that shook the bars before him. He wanted out.
It hit him suddenly�that there was a female. Close. In heat.
Xynon placed his paws on the bars and shook them mightily, snarling. He wanted out�now. And then the bars slid up. The werewolf ducked under them before they could even reach the ceiling. To the right. He moved like the wind, his nose leading him to the female. He saw her, but he wasn�t the only male to notice. There was a taller gray wolf already growling over her at any male that approached. The white female looked positively terrified. Xynon leaped at him, knocking him off her with a strength he never thought he had. The other wolves tried to fight him off, but Xynon bit, lunged, ripped and tore at anyone who approached. He stood over her on all fours, snarling and snapping until the remaining wolves left to find their own female. Finally he looked down to his prize. The female werewolf had eyes that were orbs of white, complimenting her fur. The only bit of color he could see was her pink tongue as it lolled out of her jaws while she panted. Xynon guessed that she was pink between her legs, too.
The scent of her fear mingled with her Heat slipped into his nose as he growled at her. She tried to wriggle away and he grabbed her paws with his, staring into her eyes. She closed them almost instantly, a pitiful whine escaping her throat. Xynon smiled a feral, lustful smile. He lowered himself, his organ resting heavily against her stomach. The touch of her fur drove him wild and he drew up again quickly, deciding that this would not be the proper event to take his time. He needed to take her now.
�What is your name?� he asked her roughly, the words harder to form as a lycanthrope.
Her voice seemed smaller, the words almost foreign with an accent uncommon to werewolves. �Nightshade�s Promise of Agape,� she answered, opening one eye to look into his.
Xynon leaned in, rasping into her ear, �Nightshade�s Promise of Agape, I am Burning Heart Forgotten, and I am going to fuck you so hard�� he chuckled. �But you�re going to like it� and you�ll beg for more when I�m done.�
The female shuddered, her eyes closing and ears pinning against her head. He could swear that he saw a tear, but he didn�t care. He reached down between them and took hold of his heavy organ, moving her legs with his, and guided the head of his cock to the wet opening there. He moved his paws up and raised his foreparts, steadying himself with his paws on either side of her head. His neck was bent and his nose was close to hers as he thrust in almost completely. Agape slid on the dirt floor with his movement, her sex tight and closed against his as if she had never been used before. Xynon pulled back and rested on his elbows, biting her neck to keep her in place as he thrust again, this time the thicker lips of her sex bumped against his sheath and he grunted. All other sounds, scents and feelings left him save for the tightness of her tunnel against him and the taste of her fear in the back of his throat. He continued pushing into her faster, feeling her loosen only slightly and she began to compliment his motions, but he felt his climax reaching him quickly after being denied so long. He growled and pushed into her quicker, rougher, and he felt it peaking, rising, almost complete, and when he felt her muscles tighten around his cock suddenly, sharply, he howled and he came violently, raising his head. He thought he heard Agape howling with him.
He didn�t remember relaxing; he didn�t remember lying down, but when he opened his eyes, he was lying over the white werewolf, panting. His organ was still buried deep inside her and every now and then, her muscles would give a little squeeze. He looked at her and realized she was no longer afraid of him, and for some reason that irritated him. He lifted himself on his elbows and snarled at her, and her ears flattened slightly. That was better. Xynon sat up and pulled out of her, the cold air a shock to the warm flesh before it began to slip away into its warm sheath. The female rolled over and began crawling away.
�Where do you think you�re going, Agape?� he asked her huskily, bounding after her and grabbing her hips. He pressed his sheath against her tail, the organ hardening again already. The wolf looked back to him, ears pinned back. She almost smiled and he felt her tail lift between his legs. He leaned back and moved it out of the way, urging his organ out of the sheath again with one paw as the other held onto her hips. Agape leaned back, lowering her foreparts to the ground and pressing her rear towards him, her legs spreading slightly. Xynon guided his cock to her sex and plunged into her again, pulling back on her hips. He felt her squeeze his organ gently and she rocked forward, working against his motions. Leaning forward, he brought his paws around and squeezed her breasts roughly, thrusting in and out of her quicker with each breath. When Agape began to yip, he pulled out of her and lied on the ground, holding his slick organ with one paw. The white wolf was looking at him painfully.
�Get over here,� he commanded. �Mount me.�
She looked at him as if she didn�t understand, but finally she crawled to him. She straddled him at his waist and took the organ from his paw. Her paws were smaller than his, but her touch drove him crazy. She allowed her thumb pad to stray over the opening at the head of his organ before slipping it into herself. Agape put both paws on his chest to steady herself as she rocked her body back and forth, grinding against him, impaling herself on his cock. She howled softly and leaned over, her breasts pressing against him and she began to move faster, panting against his throat, and he found his hips responding to her movements, his organ beginning to throb with the peaking orgasm. He held her hips with his paws and began to thrust into her himself, and he came before she did, throbbing with every spurt.
When he opened his eyes again, she was leaning over him, her paws on his chest again. Her ears were back and he was still nestled deep within her.
�Shall I clean you off?� she asked. He decided he liked this female.
He was dreaming of her as he rested the next day. Sure; he had mated with many females before, but it had never been so� well, so damn good. They cleaned him up after the games, of course. That included taking away the jewelry and reattaching the spikes on his sheath. The dragons had to shoot the werewolves with tranquilizers to calm them down. Xynon hadn�t won the games; apparently the object was to mate as many times as one could with as many different partners. Well, the winner was some nameless wolf who had taken three females and came seven times. Xynon flicked an ear at that. The games went on all night, and of course he mated with Agape a few times after she cleaned him with her tongue until they both were exhausted, but it was not seven times, and he did not lie with another partner.
Evidently this angered his mistress, and she was having him placed in the closet for one day. At least she had the courtesy to let him rest before shipping him off to that hell. He hoped that he would participate in another game�one he was sure he would win.
Xynon opened his eyes to a green, violet and blue-scaled dragon standing before him. The dragon was opening the cuffs that chained him to the wall.
�I am Glyph,� he said in a strange, low voice. �You�ll come with me, wolf.�
Xynon rubbed his wrists, watching the dragon with contempt, but he knew better than to argue. He didn�t want to spend a week in the closet.
�We have arranged a fairly busy twenty-four hours for you,� Glyph hissed with a serpentine smile. He reached into a pouch at his side and drew out a long leather leash attached to two spiked rings. When the dragon touched Xynon�s sheath to unscrew two of the rings there, the wolf began to harden within. The lightly-furred skin had to be pulled away from the lengthening organ in order for the leash to be attached. The spikes dug into it painfully, and Xynon growled softly when the leash was tugged playfully. �Off we go,� he said, leading the wolf out of the chambers.
The room was very dark when they entered, and Glyph took a torch from the wall, lighting it with his own green flame. He led Xynon to the far end where two iron shackles hung from a mossy wall. The damp air filled his lungs as the dragon pushed him against the wall and attached the shackles. The leash was removed from his sheath, but the larger ring remained. The last thing he saw was Glyph smiling wickedly before closing the heavy door behind him.
It was complete and utter darkness that surrounded him now. He could not have guessed how big or small the room really was, and the thick, musty scent of the air around him made it difficult for him to tell if he was alone or not. There was a dripping nearby, but his own heartbeat sounded louder than that. His mind wandered with the thoughts of what may happen.
Suddenly, there was a sound that meant movement. He turned his head to the right, ears pricked and listening, eyes blinking blindly against the blackness. He considered asking who it was, but realized that they wouldn�t answer. As they came closer, Xynon heard a purring, and his hackles rose. The undeniable scent of a feline wafted towards him. He growled.
�Now, now, puppy-dog,� the feline purred in his ear. He damned himself as he felt his body reacting to her closeness. �Act that way and I�ll have to bite.�
�How about some light, kitty-cat?� he growled. �I perform much better when I can see who I�m fucking.�
The feline nibbled his neck at that, her plush body pressing to his with the motion. Xynon growled against the pain as his cock hardened further, pushing itself past the spikes and out of the sheath. He felt her delicate paws touching it, pushing the sheath down and scraping the rings against his sensitive skin.
�Watch it,� he barked, snarling. �Nasty little toys they�ve installed.�
One of her paws cupped his balls, the retractable claws on her digits slipping out just enough to serve as a warning. �I�ve got worse,� she purred. �Now shut up and let me do my work. You�ll enjoy it� I promise.�
Xynon doubted that, but before he could object further, another set of paws tied a leather strap around his muzzle so he couldn�t open it. He snorted in annoyance.
Then there was a flash of light so sudden that he had to close his eyes against it, unable to focus that quickly. After several blinks, Xynon saw two shorter dragons standing in an embrace, one yellow-green and the other blue-violet. The green one was holding a torch that danced with yellow flames, and both of them watched him carefully.
�My Masters,� purred the voice near his ear. Xynon turned to look and saw a bobcat standing only inches from his face. She had four arms! He could only stare for a moment until he found himself. She was still smiling and purring, her amber eyes watching from dark brown circles that faded back into her pointed ears.
The two dragons moved in front of him, the green setting the torch into its niche in the wall. As they dragon moved into easier view away from the harsh light, Xynon noticed that the blue was female, and the green was male. The bobcat continued, �The twins, Jem and Nigh.�
The kitty giggled, her lower set of paws quickening on his sexual parts. She wrapped her upper arms around Xynon�s neck and pressed her body against him as well as she was able, her furry breasts squishing against his chest, eliciting a soft moan from his muzzle. His cock pumped hungrily against her paws. Perhaps two sets of arms wasn�t so bad�
Before him, in his comfortable range of sight, the twin dragons had begun kissing. The green dragon had a talon on his sister�s breast, squeezing hungrily, his own pink organ sliding slowly from its yellowish sheath. Xynon grunted and pushed his hips against the cat suggestively, but she only gave his balls a playful squeeze. The dragoness turned her head and watched him, her sapphire eyes unblinking and cold while her brother�s kisses trailed down her neck, his tongue snaking out between her breasts and flickering sinuously. The cat drew away from him and he felt very alone suddenly, and he looked for her nearby. She was sitting against the wall, one set of paws resting at her side as the other two worked lazily at her own sex. She rested her head against Xynon�s leg, but offered him no other contact. Her eyes were set idly on the twin dragons, so he looked there, too.
Jem, the green dragon, finally had lied his sister on the dark stone floor and was kissing down her belly, towards the sparsely scaled area between her legs. Xynon�s organ thumped when the dragon lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders, driving his muzzle against her moist sex and flicking his tongue into her. Nigh gave a soft cry of ecstasy and scraped her talons on the floor.
There was a warm wetness at the tip of Xynon�s organ, and he drew in a quick breath as he looked down. The feline had her paws on the wall between his legs and on the floor between his feet, her muzzle slightly opened and she was licking at his cock. The wolf�s eyes drew closed as the sandpaper-like feline tongue scraped against the most sensitive parts of his organ, creating a sensation that wasn�t entirely painful. Quite suddenly, the feline closed her muzzle about him, moving her head down a little, and Xynon pulled on the shackles vainly, wishing he could loose his paws and grab those cute pointed ears of hers, show her the way it was done�
Fangs within the kitty�s mouth traced along his cock, forcing a gasp through the wolf�s bound muzzle. He growled softly, but raised his head again to the twins, velvety ears pricked at the sound of talons on stone. The female, Nigh, rested her foreparts on her elbows, head on her forearms, her rear end up in the air, tail flickered up lazily on her back, between her small wings. Her azure gaze watched Xynon lustfully, and the wolf feared his own orgasm reaching. He tried to mask it, slowing his breathing. Jem knelt behind the dragoness, one talon steadying himself on her hips, the other holding his organ ahead, rubbing the tip of the pink shaft against the swollen sex between her spread legs. Nigh moaned longingly, her hindparts edging back slightly. The dragon�s talon slid back on his impressive cock, angled, and with one quick, almost violent motion, thrust himself completely within her. Xynon couldn�t distinguish if the dragoness�s cry was that of lust or agony.
Only seconds after the dragons began their coupling, the bobcat slid her muzzle downwards, taking in most of the black wolf�s organ. He gave a muffled sound of half-surprise, half-lechery, pushing his hips forward against her motions. He was panting now, his pink tongue managing to loll from his bound jaws, eyes still set on the dragon twins. Jem was ruthlessly thrusting into his sister, a talon disappeared beneath her waist to toy with the pleasure kernel above her sex. Nigh was quite obviously nearing her orgasm, and as the kitty worked Xynon near his own, the green dragon�s motions became erratic, a low roar catching in his throat as he released into his partner, whose claws were scraping on the stone floor beneath her, body rigid in climax. The wolf humped his hindparts forward, against the feline�s muzzle, feeling the surrounding muscles tighten in anticipation, when�
�Djinn,� churred the sapphire dragoness, now sitting and relaxing against the form of her emerald twin. �Let�s go.�
And the warmth at his organ was gone, the bobcat walking towards her masters as they left. Xynon�s balls tightened rather painfully as the built-up tension was not, and would not be, released� and this was only the beginning, only a taste of the poison to come.
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