One by One

	Clicking echoed around the temple hall from thick talons as the dragon strode purposely towards his destination. His deep purple, nearly a black, scales seemed to absorb the firelight from the torches, his dark cream underbelly plates only diffusing the light instead. His thick tail wavered with every step, flicking the axe like spade about, spikes jutting from it on either side in intervals that ran up his back to curve around his shoulders. His tattered wings were like ash, the webbing showing all the veins. Three main horns came out of his head, one in the center and two on either side with a crest forming between the three and two under the side ones. It seemed like spines ran down the back of his neck to merge with his back and shoulder ones. His glowing yellow eyes split in half by a thin black pupil, off-putting and certainly of a deranged mentality.
	His body spoke of power, his physical form sculpted and chiseled while his aura spoke of great magical proficiency. A thick patch of dark purple scales started at his navel and widened as it lowered to the base of his dick. His deep cream colored dragonhood was massive, the nearly black helmet swinging practically halfway to his knees. His similar colored balls were large as well, looking plated with his essence swimming in them as they bounced about like his shaft. A rumble ran through the dark dragon, pausing in his movements to let his hand squeeze at his genitals. A sharp intake of breath and a pulse along his cock made Malefor lick his lips with his nearly black tongue, having to quash the desire to masturbate there and then. As much as he would have loved to entertain himself and let any gawk at his prowess while doing so, he had a previous engagement to attend. A twisted grin etched itself onto his muzzle as he strode faster now, his steps heavier.
	The dark dragon couldn’t arrive soon enough, chest already heaving from the thought of what he was going to do. At the door, he took a moment to breathe and compose himself. As much as he wanted to barge in and get to his task, Malefor knew he’d get so much more enjoyment by doing this delicately. Slowly the door opened, revealing in the torchlight a dragon within. His back was turned to Malefor, who’s eyes roamed over the other. Starting at the top, the broken horn and the jutting one, something the dark dragon would need to fix soon enough, a dull gray. Spikes ran down until they were covered by his bound orange wings, though the rust colored back plates could be seen around the lifted tail. Said tail was rattled at the end, but connected into a raised position by the collar around the other’s neck. The dusty yellow hide shifted as the bound dragon flexed his arms, trying to get the rope that was binding them off. Malefor grinned wolfishly, remembering using the dragon’s whip as his own tool of bounding.
	Though his eyes lingered heavily on the other’s haunches, noting the mounds of flesh and the cleft under the tail. The dark dragon stirred again between his legs, growing larger and thicker as his length filled with blood. He slammed the door shut, resulting in the dragon jerking, a tinkle-esque sound chiming. The dragon’s neck twisted, letting the spikes on the sides of his jaw and chin to show, as well as a clamp on his muzzle and his one green eye. Said eye was dilated, the breathing growing erratic already as he struggled. Malefor couldn’t help the shiver that ran through him, getting half-hard already. The dust-colored dragon froze, his eye wide as he finally noticed the arousal.
	“Do keep struggling, it excites me.”
	The bound dragon didn’t struggle anymore, just letting out a muffled noise. Pity, really, as the dark dragon strode closer to his quarry, circling around to his front. Now the other got a good look at him, as he watched the eyes shift from his face to his dick. He could see the trembling already and it made him smirk even wider. He took note of the bell hanging from the collar, the plates from the back on his front side extending all the way to his plated balls. The cock was draped lazily over them, crowned by bush of spine like spikes the same color as the horns. Not bad, for the average do-gooder drake. Malefor was a true dragon though, endowed through use of natural selection and magics. And he showed that by grabbing the dragon’s head and forcing him underneath his dick and into the crook made by his base and his balls.
	“Smell a true dragon.”
	He could tell the other didn’t want to be there, to breathe. But he would have to, as Malefor kept him there. Eventually he could see the dragon inhale and feel the hot air on his sack with the outflow. He made it happen a few more times before pushing away the bound drake, who shook his head as if trying to rid himself of the scent.
	The sadistic grin returned as the purple dragon approached again, this time kneeling and bringing a hand up. The back of his fingers brushed the other dragon’s cheek, but he recoiled from the touch. Quickly, his face morphed into one of rage as he reversed his hand and easily used his claws against the bound one’s face. There was a muffled cry as three gashes along his snout erupted with red liquid, welling and lightly pourly from the wound. Malefor brought the metallic substance to his snout and licked it off, his eyes fluttering at the taste. Pure arousal surged through him, now fully erect.
	Through his lidded eyes, he watched the dusty dragon gaze at him with fear, body trembling ever so slightly. The dark dragon throbbed between his legs at the display, his mind already feeling hazy with desire but holding himself back. He easily brought his claws up to the dragon’s chest and using his wicked talons, began to carve symbols into the plated hide. The muffled cries and arching had Malefor swaying his lower body in response. Damn, he needed to hurry this part up! So he did, easily maneuvering around the other dragon’s body and once more carving into flesh the runes he needed. Hands now coated in blood, the dark dragon eagerly lapped at them while watching the clenched eyes and tense body of the drake. Once he was finished, he reached over to grab the cord that held the bound prisoner. On a system of pulleys, the drake was at the mercy of being raised and lowered as Malefor saw fit. And he raised the dragon now, earning him more confusion and fear from the bound one.
	The dark dragon’s smile was toothy and crazed, getting on his back with his wings spread and twisting his legs about the spreader bar the bound dragon wore. Then he lowered the other drake down, his oozing shaft slipping between those firm ass cheeks before the dusty dragon realized what was about to happen. He thrashed about for real now, his yelling muffled. It was too much for Malefor, having slid his entire length along that cleft but now forcing the other to rise. His free hand grabbed his base, holding it steady as the other rode up until his cock head was against the tail hole. He prodded at it once, twice, then rammed the entire mushroom head into the bound drake. The dusty dragon tensed up entirely, painfully tight as a long, loud scream was muffled by his bound jaws. Tears finally gave way, spilling down the other’s cheek and Malefor wanted to lick up those trails. Perhaps later, as he forced the other further and further along his dick, the tightness barely fading the deeper he got.
	He stopped at about halfway in, enjoying the rippling insides that clenched so hard on his shaft. And the struggling drake made it all the better as he moved about on the dark master’s length. Already Malefor could tell he was leaking heavily inside of the other and found a strange satisfaction from hearing the bell ringing out, even if the pitch was a bit high. His teeth were parted as he breathed through his muzzle, hand pulling on the rope to raise the tortured soul in front of him. The purple dragon made sure to keep his head inside before lowering the other once more onto him. Up and down, he kept the dusty drake moving on his cock, watching the other’s body shake as he gave in. The bound one was still shaking though, as evidenced when Malefor placed his palm along the other’s snout. A glare came his way, making him smile all the wider as he leaned up. The other tried to twist away but was trapped by the hand as the dark dragon dragged his tongue slowly up the side of the muzzle. The salty taste of tears made him moan lowly into the other drake’s ear, practically feeling his seed churning in his sack.
	He sped up the motions on the pulley, lightly pushing up into the slick ass. The wet noises emitting from there was only making Malefor more needy as he continued to stroke the dusty dragon’s cheek and chest, dipping down to find a dick at half mast. His eyes, which had lowered in his pleasure, opened full again as he firmly grasped the bound drake’s length. A laugh erupted from the dark master, twisted and cruel.
	“You’re getting off to this?” A warped smirk came to his muzzle as the other turned his gaze away. He knew it wasn’t from enjoyment, but that didn’t bother the purple drake. He tugged on the shaft and felt it rise to attention in his hand, the other clenching hard as if to hold back any form of arousal. All it did was spur Malefor’s ministrations, as he rocked back and forth inside of the bound one. Once at full mast, the dark drake shifted his position a little and started up the drake’s bouncing, sinking a little further in and getting a small cry as he stabbed at the pleasure spot inside all males. A drop of pre formed on the other’s shaft, the purple dragon easily spreading it along the shaft.
	It was easy to lose track of time, every moment one of immense pleasure for Malefor. The tortured drake trembled still, occasionally trying to struggle and only making things better for the dark master. But all the fun has to end at some point, as the purple dragon could feel himself edging closer to his orgasm. With his panting breaths, he spoke in the language of magic, easily amplifying the feeling the other drake would get from what he had planned. Letting go of the dick, he pulled the bound dragon to his cock head and paused. Hands moved to grasp either side of the dusty hips, his eyes wide and muzzle parted in a wicked, open mouthed smile. Malefor watched the other’s eyes slowly widen fully before he thrashed again, knowing full well what was to come and powerless to stop it. The chiming of the bell ceased as the dark drake pulled the bound one down while thrusting up hard. Another scream split the air as the purple dragon hilted, pulling his length back out and ramming in again. There would be no mercy now.
	Malefor pounded into the tortured drake, fresh tears falling off his muzzle. That had to sting those gashes, the dark master knew as he kept up a hard and fast pace. His eyes shifted down, watching as every time he hilted the bound dragon’s stomach bulged. The wolfish grin came back as he saw the sparking of the runes start up, the magic filling. He was glad he had chosen the route of placing a lot of magical energy into his cum, it made breaking others so much more enjoyable. Ramming harder and faster, he felt the other start to clench harder around him. A few more thrusts and a powerful roar shook the dragon temple. The purple dragon hilted and shot his load, easily rounding out the other’s belly and splattering down around his own crotch. The dusty drake was milking him fiercely too as the dark master felt the hot smattering of cum splash against his chest.
	The sex scented air was hard to breathe in as the two dragon’s heaved for air. Without much care, Malefor lifted the other drake off of him, a good amount of seed gushing out. It didn’t matter as the runes glowed with a dark purple color. Slowly getting to his feet, he watched the defeated drake sob to himself quietly. A purr emanated from the dark master as he lightly stroked the other’s cheek.
	“Do not worry, when you are broken, you will be part of my harem. Then you can see and fuck your friends as much as you like, provided you have my permission.” Another deep, dark laugh as Malefor easily strode out into the halls, the apes staring openly at his half hard length coated in his seed. A low growl came from him.
	“Unless you want to ride my dick next, get to work!”
	All the primates scattered, unwilling to take the burden of his massive shaft. Oh well, Malefor had better asses to plow anyways. And soon he would have a lot more, as he progressed to the Artisan’s realm next.