[b][u][center]A Modern Dragon Harem Chapter 12: Questions of Magic Sponsored by Kacacarrotcake By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] His fun with Engy continued for nearly an hour, by which time the yellow dragon was properly milked and fairly tired out. Their cavern – well, his, he supposed – had been thoroughly marked with the smell of sex and dragon cum, with the black dragon’s scent overpowering his friend’s. Engy’s fat ass stuck up, still quivering in the aftershocks of orgasm, and Draconicon couldn’t help but smile a little to himself at the sight of the well-fucked rump. It definitely showed who was the top dragon. He chuckled as he ran his fingers along that raised pucker, the hole not only gaping but swollen, looking vaguely like a raised horse hole. It would go back from being a donut eventually, he knew, but it was a fun look for now. “Going to be okay if I leave you here for now, Engy?” “Mmmph…mmm…” “I’ll take that as a yes.” “Thanks…” “No problem.” He smiled. He looked down at his cock, indulging himself in a mere willing of his magic. It cost him a lot more energy than it should have, but his cum and any residual mess from fucking someone up the ass was gone in moments. No mess as he tucked it back in his robes, no issues with it being muskier than it needed to be. “I’ll be back later,” he said, patting his friend on the hip. “When you can, maybe go and find a bit of water? I think that there’s a cavern here that has an underground river going through it. Maybe you can get cleaned up there.” “Okay…Yeah…sounds…mmm…” Knowing that his friend would be floating on cloud nine for a while – it seemed to be a thing that happened when you got fucked by a dragon – he chuckled and walked out of the cavern. Victoria hopped back, then covered her nose, groaning. She gave him a glare over her hand, but it was a playful one rather than a serious one. Promising her that he would make a cleaning spell later to keep the smell from spreading, the dragon pulled his robe a bit tighter over his frame and continued his travel through the tunnels. His thoughts were still on what had happened during his fun, and the intriguing possibilities that it offered. He had been sure that his three choices – written magic, elemental magic, and connective magic – would have been the best things for him to start researching and experimenting with, but now that he had been reminded of tantric magic, he wondered if that might not be the better choice. After all, it would mean that he’d have an excuse for a lot more sex, to enjoy himself and build up the energy for various rituals. On the other hand, it would leave him rather helpless in a real fight if that was [i]all[/i] he knew. The dragon rubbed the back of his neck, grumbling a bit to himself. [i]I can do both,[/i] he thought. [i]It wouldn’t be that hard for me to learn two different magics at the same time…[/i] At least, if he did limit himself to a little less sex than he wanted to have right then. If he actually did take the time to start building up his abilities rather than just using everyone for…that. He blushed as he imagined himself on a throne, a fantasy that burned in his head almost too brightly for his own comfort. He wanted to be a good person, to give people a better life, but…well, how many guys out there would say that they hadn’t had the fantasy of having a full harem for real? And how many people could justify it by saying that it actually fed into their magic, for that matter? [i]And adding connective magic to tantric magic, not just drawing on the pleasure of the moment but also through the lust that they have for me…[/i] Draconicon slapped himself on the back of his head, groaning as he forced the idea down. No. No. No. He was not going to just treat this as a harem anime of a story. No. He was going to be a good man, and he was going to do the right thing, and discipline himself so that he got what he needed the [i]right[/i] way. He was halfway back to the front cavern when someone tapped his shoulder from behind. The dragon paused, pulling in his wings a bit more as he turned in the narrow tunnel. It was Ailsa. The stingray looked at him, her arms crossed under a rather prodigious bosom, and he smiled slightly at her. The thick muscles she had were obviously still new to her, the Amazonian woman shifting from one stance to another as she tried to get comfortable with herself. It was clear that she was having some issues, but not that many. His eyes flicked up and down her naked body, not quite able to help himself. The stingray’s face was framed on either side by flipper-like horns, almost like the wings of the ray were more focused around her head than the rest of her body. Her arms and legs were a deep purple, while her chest and belly were more of a lavender. More than that, she had a way of showing off that made her breasts seem all the larger as she kept shrugging her muscles, lifting them up and down. “Are you doing that on purpose?” he asked. “Huh? Oh, that. Nah. Just…heh. Enjoying them.” “Well, at least you got the muscles to carry them.” “You got that right. Never gonna need to go to the gym after this.” “As long as the magic keeps working, at least.” “Don’t ruin my fantasy.” “Heh, if you say so…” His eyes kept going down, finding her sex. Or, well, sexes. Ailsa was one of those that had both of them, with a pair of double-dicks pushing out just above her pussy. They weren’t the sort that had a pair of balls, nor were they entirely humanoid. They had a bit of a pointed tip, like a dog’s cock, but with something that looked like hints of barbs just under them. They were a deep red, fading into something lighter the closer that one got to their base. Just under it, he could see a hint of her pussy. He imagined that the stingray’s biology allowed for her other masculine parts to be kept inside, but it was still a nice view, a hint of pussy lips pushing forward to be noticed. He smiled to himself, but had to fight the urge to reach down and touch her. She was quite the figure, strong and muscular, yet with the thick curves that she had always presented herself with online. Her tail twitched behind her, and she stood on tiptoes, both out of some sort of anticipation and because of the fact that her legs just seemed designed that way. “You okay, Ailsa?” “Yeah…yeah, for the most part. Just getting used to the body.” “And trying to use your powers, still?” “Not my fault that you gave me the body without the magic.” “Not my fault that you can’t help but want to use it.” “Hey, it’s part of the character.” “So is corrupting cities and trying to take over the world.” “Ah, but you’re here this time, Drac.” She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against him. Despite her muscular body, she wasn’t quite as tall as him, and she still had to tilt her head back to look up at him properly. She reached down, groping him, and he hissed as she got a good grip on his cock. “We both know the sort of things you want. You know that you want to put me in my place again, don’t you? Shove this fat thing up my ass, show this stingray what she is…” “And you want me to give you – mmmph – give you your power before you let me do it.” “Heh…” She let go of him, and he knew that he’d guessed right. The dragon shook his head, but couldn’t help but smile just a little bit at the way that she was so persistent. Then again, Ailsa always had been. She had been the sort of completionist that games were made for, the sort of person that had to have every part of a collection to consider it worthwhile. She was the person that would not be satisfied with just the body of her character; she had to have all the powers that went with it. And if she was more of a harmless sort, he might have considered it, but considering just what her character could do… He remembered the stories that he’d written for the human behind the stingray. He remembered the stories of her succubus powers and how she had corrupted city after city for herself, how she had gone out and taken control of the world through parasites and pleasure, through magic and through breeding. There were too many ways that she could just lose herself in that if he just handed it over. Even if she might be very helpful with those sorts of powers, he didn’t dare just give them to her. He needed to be sure that she could handle them first. “Maybe later,” he told her. “Maybe? Or surely?” “…Probably. I plan to give you at least a bit of your power, but –” “I can settle for that.” “But.” He held up a finger. “I need you to listen to me. I need you to not run off and just have fun. There’s too many things that could go wrong right now, and I need all of you to stay where I can see you.” “You’re no fun.” “Trust me. I want this to be fun. I also want all of us to get through this alive, and to make sure we’re not going to get fucked by a minor indulgence.” “Are you that afraid of what’ll happen? You’re Drac, after all.” “No, I’m someone that’s been turned into him. I told you that.” “Same difference. Even if you’re not there yet…” “Ailsa. Are you listening to me right now?” The stingray opened her mouth, then slowly closed it again. She sighed, taking a step back. “Sorry. I’m just…I want this. I really, [i]really[/i] want this.” “Scared?” “A bit. A little. A lot.” “Just hiding it behind the sex stuff right now?” “Hiding everything I can.” “I get that. You want to talk?” “You mind?” “Not at all.” Gesturing for the stingray to take the lead, he followed her down the tunnels to her chosen cavern. It took a bit longer than he expected, and by time they got there, he was rather thankful for his scaly body. Particularly down at his feet. The stones had gotten a bit rougher, and he wasn’t sure how she was making her way across the floor without stabbing her toes or soles on some of the rougher pieces. Then again, maybe she’d developed a foot torture fetish. Who was he to judge? The cavern wasn’t that bright. There were none of the air vents that some of the other caves had, no connections to the upper levels of the cavern without going back through the tunnels they’d just vacated. He imagined this had been her choice because it allowed her privacy, because she wanted to use her powers to have fun. Without her powers, though, the spiky room was more of a scary place rather than a sexy one. He glanced at the different stalactites and stalagmites, glancing at the bats in the heights and shaking his head. “Making friends?” “Maybe. They’re louder than I thought.” “Maybe your stingray ears just hear better.” “Heh. Yeah. Didn’t think of that.” Ailsa picked a floor spike, leaning back against it. He cocked his head to the side, watching the way she settled against it, and groaned. “Did you just…slide that up your ass?” “…Maybe.” “You weren’t lying about loving anal, were you?” “Heh. No. Never lied about that.” Despite himself, the dragon was drawn forward by curiosity. He moved around the stingray, and she obliged him by lifting one ass cheek just enough to show off the rock spike pushing up her asshole. She’d taken at least six inches right then and there, and he could see that her hole was stretched about half as wide as he’d do with his cock. He groaned, his dick twitching a bit in his robes, and the stingray smirked. “You know you want it, Drac. Come on. Give a stingray a bit of that magic dick.” “You just want the magic part, and we both know it.” “And?” “Until I know you’re not going to go screwing around, no.” She sighed, settling back a bit further. He didn’t let that tempt him, however, and moved back to stand in front of her rather than behind her. The double-dicks were a bit less tempting, and he knew that she would be trying to mess with him the longer that he stood where she could tempt him. He leaned back against one of the stalactites instead, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at her. Ailsa could be incredibly helpful and useful, he knew, but he couldn’t just let her run wild. She had too much of an independent spirit to just do what he said was the right thing at the moment. She needed to have her fun, too, and that could screw with the rest of the group. He had to keep her under control. And more, he had to make sure that she liked being under his control. Which brought him back to the tantric magic once again. He groaned, rubbing his forehead. “Problems, Drac?” “Just a thought, and one I’m trying not to consider too seriously.” “Does it involve some fun?” “More than some.” “Then why fight it? We’re part of your harem as much as we’re your friends, right?” “That’s true, but that doesn’t mean – oh, for the love of…” He groaned as he looked up at her just in time to see her grip the top of the stalagmite, holding herself off the ground with her ass still impaled, lifting her legs and pushing her feet in his direction. She was deliberately curling her toes, showing off her legs and her feet for him to see, and he knew exactly why she was doing it, too. He glared at her, but she didn’t stop. If anything, she showed off all the more, slowly rubbing her feet against each other, her toes stroking the tops of her feet and then grinding against the undersides. “Come on. You give me that power, and you know I can make things better. I can be as good a mage as you are.” “I know. But I need your word that you’d stay here, that you’d follow orders.” “Drac…” “Ailsa. I’m serious. This isn’t a game. And I need to know that I can trust you to do what you’re told.” He knew that he was slightly falling into her trap here, but he needed to hammer this point home, and he didn’t think that she’d listen unless she thought he was listening to her. “I need you to promise me, on your honor as a person, as a cook, as a marine, that you will actually do what I tell you.” “…You had to throw ‘cook’ in there, didn’t you?” “I knew it’d mean more.” That was the truth, he knew. There were things that the stingray didn’t like about herself, sometimes, and there were things that she wasn’t keen on about being a marine, but a chef? He had known her for a long time, knew what she valued, and he knew that was a big thing for her. No way was she going to back down from a promise she made over that. The stingray glared at him, still holding herself suspended. The tease in her body didn’t match the annoyance in her eyes, and he’d just bet that he’d hit the nail on the head. She’d been thinking of getting her powers and going out and doing things for herself, conquering a few people and getting some fun with them. Probably showing off and feeling strong in her new body, making herself feel better and gaining some confidence at the same time. He didn’t mind her doing that later, once they’d gotten a foothold and were safe, but the last thing that he needed was for her to start fucking around when they were still vulnerable. “I need you to promise to follow my orders. I’m not going to be an asshole of a master, and you know that.” “Yeah…” She sighed, putting her feet back on the ground. “Yeah, I know.” “I’m going to give you as much fun as I can…but I have to look after you. I’m here to make sure that you have a good life. To take care of you, and Engy, and Zavis.” “Yeah…heh. And you do a good job.” “Trust me to look after you, and I will.” “…” “Okay?” “Okay.” “You promise?” “I promise.” “All of it, Ailsa. I want all the words.” “Ugh. Fine.” The stingray took a deep breath. “I promise to follow your orders, to not endanger everyone else, and to make sure that you know what I’m doing before I do it. Good enough?” “More than.” He was sure that there were loopholes in that particular promise. The stingray would be happy to slide through them, if only for the chance to get punished later, but for now, it would work. He would take it and make it work. Rather than using his magic, though, he turned around, walking towards the tunnel. “Hey, where are you going?!” “I’m going to check my thoughts with the bodyguards.” “Ugh!” “Just fuck your ass on the stalagmite for a while. I’ll be back soon.” After checking in with Veronica and the others, as he had promised, he got ‘permission’ to attempt some tantric magic with Ailsa. If it worked out, then it would mean that they had someone else that could use magic, someone else that could start fortifying their defenses. If it didn’t, then it would mean that he had a bit of fun. So long as someone was watching over the two of them, the risk of him overextending himself and causing himself some injury was pretty minor. And it meant that he had an audience, too, which was all the more fun. Ailsa certainly seemed to like it as she came over to him, straddling his waist as he laid on the rocky ground. Zavis sat at the far end of the room, watching over them, his eyes flicking between the stingray and the dragon, and Draconicon smiled as he saw a hint of a cock poking up from between the snake’s legs. He obviously was looking forward to the show. But the dragon? The dragon was looking forward to the stingray’s ass. He reached up to her hips as she lowered herself, gently rubbing along her thighs and then up to her hips, along the flare of them and towards her as she sat on his cock. Her pussy was already wet, but it was her hot pucker that he was interested in. “Heh, you’ve been looking forward to this, it seems,” he said with a small chuckle. “You know you’re the sexiest dragon in the cave, Drac.” “Oh? And what makes me that hot?” “This dick, for one.” She grabbed it, and he felt it throb in her touch. He slowly rolled his hips up, grinding against her, getting his cock nice and wet against her pussy. The feeling of it, so warm, so soaked, was all the boost to his ego that he needed. It didn’t hurt that she was leaning back, holding his cock with one hand and his balls with the other, rolling them between her fingers. The stingray’s touch was delicate, something that was more feminine than he expected, but the double-dicks above his own were just as eager and hard as his own shaft was. The loveliness of fucking a herm, he had to admit. It was just as fun as one could imagine. He growled under his breath as she slid forward a little, allowing his cock to pop up between her ass cheeks. The urge to just take her and rut her was rising, and he didn’t know if it was her pheromones or something else. However, he still held back, forcing himself to focus on other things, on himself, on the power that was inside of him. [i]Tantric magic…that’s the point of this…tantric magic…[/i] As the stingray teased herself, pushing her ass cheeks back against his cock and kissing the tip with her rim, he forced himself to focus more on the burning heat inside. The hunger for sex, the urgency of his libido, the running energy that begged him to just rut her. He forced all of those things into focus, and then held them rather than giving into them. The more that he focused on that building need rather than the hard-rut, the more power that he felt there. It was a different sort of strength, a different sort of energy than what he had been harnessing to use the rhyme spells and the will spells. It was more something that was being fed, a fire that was growing the more that he was teased, the more connection and pleasure that he felt from someone else. He experimented, grabbing hold of the stingray’s ass, giving the cheeks a pull. Ailsa groaned over him, the stingray arching her back, thrusting her chest forward. And as she did, he felt her lust. He felt her hunger. And it surged higher as he pulled her closer, as his cock kissed her hole back, as he dragged her against his cock in slow, teasing, hot-dogging motions. She groaned, trying to push back against him, trying to force her ass down on his cock. The more he held her back, the more he teased her, the more that her need surged up and added to his. [i]So it’s a two-way street. The more we build, the better the power…[/i] But how did he use it? He could feel the gradual build-up, the lust, the need, the urgency to thrust and fuck, to feel himself cum. It was not dissimilar from the feeling he got when he edged himself, or the way that he felt when he edged others and saw the way that they needed him, craved him to push them over the edge into an orgasm that only he could give. The only difference was the tingle under it, the unmistakable feeling of magic that was waiting to be released. The only question was, how? He indulged himself, allowing Ailsa to slide down against his cock, pushing up to meet her. The stingray gasped as the tip of his shaft slid inside, moaning as she felt him fill her. He could feel her twitching, grinding, squeezing against him, but he didn’t expect – “Ah!” Ailsa came, and as she did, he felt her release. An opening, a connection, a warmth that spread from her to him. He grabbed at it on instinct, unable to help himself, and he shivered as he felt the pleasure that she released…and the power. [i]Use it…take it…hold it…[/i] He held it, alright, but as he did, a thought crossed his mind. Idle, something outside his focus, something that would make it more…interesting. He imagined her hole clenching on him, imagined it shaping itself to his cock, making her an addict to the size and shape and heft of his shaft – “AH!” And Ailsa gasped over him again, her ass cheeks squeezing down on his cock once more, but this time with a different look in her eyes. She held him close, her hands pressing down on his shoulders as she slumped forward, almost sliding off his cock in the process. Yet, for all that, she held him tight, her hole squeezing on him, almost like it was unwilling to let go. “Ah…ah…what…what the fuck…Drac? What the fuck…” “…Did something…” “I…your cock…fuck…fucking…oh fuck…” The stingray was gasping hard, her eyes unfocused. It was clear that she was having a hard time talking, and as he looked down, he could see that she was dripping hard from her pussy and her cocks. They were both throbbing hard, and her pussy was drenched with wetness, with need. Experimentally, he thrust up – “AGH!” And Ailsa arched her back again, sitting up, her mouth hanging open a little as she came again, this time squirting from shafts and pussy at the same time. Just one thrust had carried her over the edge to orgasm. [i]…I need to control myself more.[/i] He realized what had happened. This intimacy, this intense exchange of body and power, had opened up that connection between them. The magic inside had been building up, and as soon as Ailsa came, it had opened up a connection that was even deeper, one that allowed him to reach into her, but not the other way around. He had that idle wish, and it had transformed her to an extent, giving her an anal addiction to his cock, an unfair advantage over her. And he was more than willing to use it, if it meant keeping her under control. With a smirk, he waited until the stingray had slightly recovered, waited until Ailsa was able to pull her head down and look at him again. She was still panting, still slowly getting her breath back. Until he started to pull his hips back. She gasped, squeezing down, her hands resting against the ground behind her as she tried to keep herself upright. “W-wait, Drac, I’m still – I’m so – AAAAGH!” He slammed in, and she came again, her orgasm rippling through the energy that they were building between them. It was like ripples from rain on top of a pond, the water the energy that he created, the ripples from her orgasm adding to it, creating chaotic patterns that could be played with, warped, altered. Each thrust was another orgasm, another splattering climax, and Ailsa was spasming in near-seizures of pleasure. Her mouth hung open, her shrieks of pleasure getting stronger and stronger as she painted the dragon in her seed. She couldn’t hold back, it seemed, and it really seemed like she didn’t want to. He milked her of pleasure, using it to build his own, to strengthen himself. He could feel his magic growing, his power rising, but this time, he forced himself to hold his fantasies in check, to keep his power focused on her pleasure and his. In, out, in, out, his hips bouncing up to meet the stingray’s muscular ass, making the cheeks clap hard, making her hole remember who owned it. In, out, in, out, in, out, each thrust binding her to him, snapping parts of her resistance, reminding her who she had come to serve. The pleasure, the addiction, the mind-bending, hole-training thrusts making her body crave a cock that no other had. In, out, in, out, his balls slapping her ass, her cocks cumming until she had no seed left to spray, her pussy a drenched slit that clenched around nothing. In, out, in, out, each time ramming his cock in as far as it would go, feeling her go slack on him. Zavis hadn’t moved, so she must not have looked too bad at that point. The stingray’s mouth hung open, her eyes glazed as she rode out his lust. And as he felt his pleasure reaching for its climax, he reached for a goal for this magic. It was going to be released, and it was going to need a destination. [i]Her…[/i] he thought. [i]To make her…to build her…to grow her…[/i] He kept building it up, the goal of the pleasure, the goal of the happiness that they had created. He held it in his mind, the image of Ailsa as her full self. Not just a stingray, but a stingray of power, of pleasure, of corruption. A stingray that was also part demon…but one that was leashed to him. [i]Bound to me, obedient, happy…[/i] He could give that happiness, could give and build on it for her as long as she would let him. One good day after another, one rut after another, making the world better for her and the rest of the world one day at a time. He just had to be in charge. She just had to trust him. He had to be the guiding force, and she had to let him do that. He imagined her with the marks of submission upon her, her purple flesh interrupted at the neck, the ankles, the wrists with black marks. Collars forming out of her flesh, the imitation of scales in those places marking her as his. Little bands of black around the bases of her cocks, showing that they did not fuck and cum without his permission, without asking first. A ring of black around her pucker, too, to show that it was his property, to show that he had broken her ass. That was what he wanted. It was a way of showing her, reminding her, that though she might become a queen in her own right, she was still his. He growled, holding that image in his mind, holding the feeling of her power just behind it. Not everything she had, but a hint of it. A start. An ability to warp and bend and shift what existed, though not create something entirely. Something. A thing to build from. A hint of what she would become. And then, he released. The dragon slammed her hips down against him, his cock feeling like it was going to explode as he hilted in her ass one last time. She was almost unconscious, but as he filled her, he could see her waking up again, her eyes clearing up as the black bands began to take hold around her limbs and neck. She gasped for breath, coming back to herself as he filled her, but he could feel something else. Even as the pleasure drained from him, even as he sent the energy up to her through their connection at the hips, he could feel her gaining power of her own. A darker, more sensual energy, one that oozed through her into the air around her. It was almost like the way his musk affected people. Weaker, yes, but no less lovely for that. She panted for breath, slowly opening her eyes and looking down at him. She smiled, then gasped as she tried to pull off. “Oh, you bastard…” “You loved it.” “Fuck…it feels…so good…” “Yeah. Felt like a good way to make you keep your promise.” “Dick.” “Your favorite dick.” “So…I…I have some power now?” “Some. We’ll see how it worked.” “Seems like the tantric magic didn’t kill you, sir,” Zavis said. “That’s a good thing.” “Indeed…and it’ll be something else to experiment with, for sure.” [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]