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Rubius, Captured, Bound, and Tormented.

By KinkSaber

Some people say necessity is the mother of all invention, but the truth is that jealousy and envy are equally good motivators.

A hundred years since the last sighting of Ambros, the dragon of the deserts, few have not heard of the name of Escalion – the human mage who had cracked the code on immortality. With his craft practiced for a century, no other humans could stand up to his might. The four nations debated fiercely for many years on what they’d do with him; but it was all just talk. The humans refused to hand him over, with all the inventions that Esca continued to publish; and the other nations did not have the strength to force them. As time passed, the lack of innovation made them weak and feeble. The elves had already been conquered once, and they feared a second invasion of their forests would spell the end of them. The merfolk stayed deep under the sea where light would not reach. The dwarves, although fearful of Escalion’s powers, declined to impose economic sanctions with all the other players. Politics, as it was in every world beyond this one, an entirely useless thing.

And so other mages sought to imitate Escalion’s journey. Everybody knew – even without evidence – that Escalion the Mage had something to do with the disappearance of Ambros. Escalion was not an idiot, and he covered his tracks to the point of excessive paranoia. He built himself an ivory tower outside of the cities, isolated by the mountains, and enchanted it with the calamitic powers of the Gem Dragon than he had captured. He decorated every floor with gold and precious stones, filled the shelves with magic tools and potions, and plastered the walls with oil paintings by the most famous artists. He built wall after wall after wall to guard against invading forces, and his village was filled with simple farmers and villagers that only seeked for a quiet, apolitical place to live. A hundred years later, he was the lord of his own bustling township, and so long as the inhabitants did not bother him, he did not care what they did. The only real rule of the town of Escavarie was that none is allowed in the lord’s tower, which the villagers respected above all else.

Spies attempted to break into Escalion’s tower, and those who succeeded never walked out the doors. The tower, of course, was enchanted with a thousand traps that would shear anyone who entered into scrap meat. Escalion was the only one who lived there, and he liked it that way.

For a hundred years, the best spies and the top infiltrators tried; and for a hundred years they failed.

Soon, cults arose around the Gem Dragons with the rumors that they possessed the gift of immortality. It was not a false rumor, but a baseless one. The other dragons – Emeralda, Saphira, and Rubius all denied that they were capable of such things, but as far as their declination goes, many people – elves, dwarves, humans, and merfolk all in the mix – believed that the dragons wanted to keep immorality to themselves.

Escalion, in a hundred years, never took on a single apprentice of his own, which was strange for a mage and stranger for a powerful mage such as himself. Mages of all ages took on students to pass on their knowledge, so that the mystical arts would not be lost to the dwindling of time. Escalion had no such concerns, for the Milk of Eternity kept his youthful appearance and prolonged his life. Nobody had a single lead as to how he attained his powers, until decades later, in Oasis city, a mage by the name of Venescara took over his Master’s workshop. Venescara was a half-dwarf, and although dwarven blood was not magically inclined, his elven blood was. Venescara’s Master was a pupil of a pupil of a pupil of Escalion’s Master, who, after the ‘ascension’ of Escalion, only took on one more apprentice before he passed. The old man never spoke much of Escalion, and did not know the book that he had given to his student was still hidden in his small library of old books; and so the possession of the workshop and house passed from Master to student for many years until it had fallen into Venescara’s hand.

Unlike Escalion, Venescara – who went by Ness – was not interested in the pursuit of knowledge for the sake of knowledge, but had the fantastical  goal of surpassing the greatest mage to ever live. Ness was in such a cult, not because of his blind beliefs of unverified rumors, but for the habit of gossip whenever people gathered over drinks and a hot meal.

As far as cults go, though, pretty weird things happen in them.

Take for instance that Ness had never revealed himself to be a mage, and yet he ran into someone who claimed to be the great-grandson of a bookkeeper, who specialized in ancient tomes. The same person who Ness would run into over months and befriend, and who would freely spill his family’s history over the exchange of ale and buttered bread. As it turns out, the same person whose great-grandfather had done business with mages that worked for the king.

Ness would have dismissed the idea as just a telltale, but the idea was seeded in his head. Once he had recovered from his hangover the next day, Ness went to work on his new research project – to find Escalion’s Master and their field of expertise. It took many weeks to track down the information in the royal capital, and even longer to decipher the recordkeeping from a hundred years in the past; but when he had made the connection of Escalion’s Master to his own, Ness tripped over himself to rush home. The very home that Escalion had once lived in, that the halfling did not know until now.

Ness scoured over every inch of the place. His students thought their Master had lost his mind when they were ordered to remove every item they had personally bought into the building. It was a logical move on Ness’ part to lighten his burden. Whatever was left was already in the house to begin with. He reread every single book, every single manuscript, and every last scrap of parchment paper until he isolated only the things that had stayed in the house for a hundred years. He moved everything out of the living room, and filled it with the collection that he found. Everything that could contain a clue about Escalion’s rise to power was in there. He looked over everything twice, and as he started with the easiest to digest, the book that was gifted to Escalion was saved until the very end.

A hundred years of magical advancement later, the book that Escalion was obsessed over was even more outdated than when he had just received it. It was left to the end because Ness thought little of it at first. The end, because Ness no longer looked for another book after he began from the very first page. Most people looked through books with a quick flip that spilled forth its knowledge from the middle, which was what Ness did, too, the first time the book came into his hands. This time, though, he saw a little handwritten passage on the inner covers of the book, which simply read ‘To My Dearest Esca, happy birthday.’

Long has it been that those who called him Esca had passed away, and to the rest of the world he was known as Lord Magus Escalion. For Ness to come across this was a stroke of pure luck. Esca should have, and would have hidden the book better, but the human’s attention and care had long been warped by the dragon’s passive hypnotism that the very book that led him to Ambros had been put entirely out of his mind. 

This was the first time in a hundred years that a mage had followed Escalion’s steps exactly where he began. Though Ness was neither as talented nor knowledgeable as Escalion, he did have the advantage of time – a hundred year’s worth of additional magical research, fueled by none other than Escalion himself.

Ness began to decipher the book the same way that Escalion did many decades ago, and he came to the same conclusion. The passage that called on the Milk of Eternity was not lost to him, and at once Ness knew he had discovered Escalion’s secret. The Gem Dragon of the desert, Ambros, must have been captured by Escalion. He did not know how, nor could he even begin to guess the complex magic that was involved – but with this, this was enough to begin a branch of fate that would soon bring another dragon to their knees.

The halfling had specialized in an area of magic that Escalion himself wrote the theories on – the very basis of magic. Through many trials and errors, Escalion was the first person to publish his findings, which was that magic was a simple, repeatable phenomenon in which spoken words, the conjuration of mana, and in some cases a tool or hand gesture all combined to create a specific event that could be replicated exactly as-is. It was not just a formula, but a whole language unto itself. The chants that pre-existed were dissected and analyzed, and spells were mixed and matched to test the effects. In this way, Ness was an expert on not just analyzing older spells, but a spellcrafter of his own merit. Where a spell did not exist, Ness was most skilled in creating it from scratch.

Like Escalion, Ness buried himself in his studies, neglected his students, and it was another decade of incredible hard work before the halfling had come up with a plausible idea on how to take on the dragons. He had invented magic that targeted the creatures most beloved by Mother Gaia – the gem dragons. When he looked back on it, it was so simple. All he had to do was corrupt the very basis of magic, and the mysterious powers that fueled the world would no longer respect the immunity given to the Gem Dragons.

Ness spent another year of his life to plot out his excursion, and when he had gathered his tools and supplies, the halfling set off to seek the dragon he was most likely to meet: Rubius of the northern volcanoes, in the deep underground, ancestral home of the dwarves.

The northern lands were not unlike The Great Sandseas. The tundra was barren and impossible to traverse. Unlike the famed Escalion, Ness did not possess the magic of flight, and so the halfling traveled on foot. The way to Rubius was known – in the heart of the volcano in the depths of the mountain. From Oasis City, it took Ness a month to reach the dwarven underground cities, and from there it took Ness another month in his exploration of the dungeons of the abyss. Between wild monsters and the hazard of lava, a lesser talented mage would have perished before he even sensed Rubius’ deep red mana.

Like Escalion, Ness followed the rivers of sparkled red to its source, where soon it was apparent that the density of the dragon’s power made it an area even monsters did not dare to tread. The halfling swallowed his fears and continued to explore the lava depths. The magic current was strong and it carried the halfling; his heart pounded in his chest when he smelled the scent of sulphur and cinnamon. Ness layered one protection spell over himself after another, and with seven layers of barriers he still felt the heat of the planet, the father of flames – the Gem Dragon Rubius. He grew more excited with each step, until he reached a large opening under ground, where as far as the eye could see was a lake of molten lava. In the center glowed the dragon’s fiery red among the orange light. When he noticed his visitor, the dragon parted the lava and made a landbridge for the halfling to approach. Ness took the invitation to do so. He was nervous.

“Corruption.” Rubius spoke. “You bring corruption here, to me. Black magic. You’ve perverted the powers of Mother Gaia.”

“..Lord Rubius.” The halfling stood before the titanic dragon, and bowed. “Forgive me intrusion. I come seeking your wisdom and guidance.”

“I should purify you in cosmic dragon fire. Tell me why I should not burn your soul away in this very instance.”

“It’s Lord Ambros, my lord – Lord Ambros had been missing for a hundred years.” Ness came prepared. “He had not been seen for centuries. We have sent expeditions to The Great Sandseas, and none has seen his shadow. We fear something has happened to him.”

“Hmm..” Rubius temporarily pushed the corruption of magic away from his mind. The little mortal thing spoke the truth. He had sensed that Ambros’ powers wane and diminish over the last hundred years, which was something that had never happened before. His powers were still available to him, and he had not felt weakened. He had been curious what had happened to the other dragon, but he also sensed the Emeralda and Saphira’s power in their respective domains. If the mortals risked his life to come see him, then it must be true. “And what wisdom do you seek, tainted one?”

“..The power of immortality.” The halfling kept his bow and spoke the truth. “I am a mage, and in an ancient tome I have found a passage that described the power of everlasting life. It was a difficult book to read, and I suspect – I suspect the person who was involved in Lord Ambros’ disappearance was also after the same thing.”

“Of course. It’s always immortality with you mortals.” Rubius laughed, and the lava lake around him splashed with the fluidity of water. “Never satisfied. Never enough. Every ten years I receive a rare visitor and this is all you ever ask for. If that is your goal, I am sorry to be the messenger to tell you – you mortals are not capable of it. Your little frail bodies can’t handle cosmic power, even if I had the ability to grant you it. The truth is, tainted one, you mortals tell fantastic tales of us dragons. The truth is, immortality is a construct of your fear of death. Go home and tell your kind – stop wasting what little time you are granted on this foolish pursuit.”

“..Cosmic power.” The mage repeated. “So it’s true. There is a power that grants immortality.”

“Ah, you did not hear anything else I said. Cosmic power is the power of life, tainted one. The same power that you have twisted in your bosoms.” The dragon lifted a claw and pointed at the mage’s chest. “It has the scent of.. Rotten meat; the stink of a corpse. Nevermind your lack of affinity for it, now that you have perverted the power in your own body, I suspect a single drop of cosmic power is enough to destroy you from within. You have signed your own death warrant, tainted one, all to seek a fairy tale of your own telling.”

“Well, then I have nothing to lose, have I?” Ness chuckled. “Then, Lord Rubius – I apologize for any slights that I am about to give you. Allow me to test it out for myself!”

The mage raised his staff and stirred the magic in the air. As he theorized, the corrupted magic that he commanded soon ripped against the dragon’s flow of magic. Much like how he’d choke if water entered his airway, the dragon Rubius, too, choked when he felt the corruption enter his body.

The sudden intrusion of corrupted mana made the dragon gag, and in turn disrupted the cosmic powers inside of him. For the dragons, mana was like the necessity of air to the mortals – and even a single particle of corruption was enough to seize the circuits inside his body. It prevented the dragon from breathing fire, and as the dragon began to expel and purge it from within himself, the lava lake around them raged on.

“..Immunitas! Immobilas!” The mage chanted one spell after another; one to protect himself and one to bind the dragon. He continued to reinforce it with layers upon layers of the same magic, fuelled by the corrupted mana that he possessed. The dragon was a titan, and while he excelled at massive area-of-effect spells, it was an infinitely more complex task to purge only tiny amounts of corrupted magic from his body. “Imperilas!”

It was a losing battle for the dragon, who had never faced an opponent who commanded corrupted magic before. Even with his wisdom of the ages he could not keep up with the battery of simple magic being thrown at him, by the virtue that even a touch of the corrupted magic against his adamantine scales harmed the very core of his being. The mage’s spells protected him from the lava that was supposed to ward off unwanted intruders, and with Rubius’ attention all focused on purging the filthy, corpse stenched mana from himself, there was nothing the dragon could do to ready his flame breathe that could easily purify the mage where he stood.

As Rubius was weakened, the mage began a new onslaught of spells that would seal the dragon’s power. Runes drawn in corrupted mana surfaced across the dragon’s body faster than he could purge them. Ness chanted the spells over and over, drew over the runes again and again. Hours turned into days, and days into a week. At the end of seven days and seven nights of their battle, the mage was exhausted of vitality, and the dragon was bound to his flesh. His fire-ruby body was covered in scripts to a degree that he did not know how he could even begin to unravel the mage’s compounded, messy spells. His cosmic power was trapped inside him, but could not penetrate the barrier of corrupted mana that kept all of it within his chest. 

Rubius sighed. Defeated, but the mage didn’t exactly win, either.

“Are you satisfied, tainted one?”

“..Yes. Quite so.” Ness rasped his words as he laid on a flatbed of volcanic rock. The lava that surrounded him surged, and his very last barrier was about to shatter. The only thing that stood between him and the intense heat that would kill him on the spot. The air would fry his lungs and he would burn from the inside out.

Just as the chain of magic broke, the dragon’s giant hand swooped in and scooped the halfling from the lava that would have melted his flesh. Rubius lifted the half-dead mage to his face, and with an unamused expression, scoffed at the hubris of the halfling.

“You’ve trapped my powers inside me, and you are at death’s door. Was this the extent of your plan?”

“Foolish, isn’t it?” The halfling laughed meekly as he spat out blood. His eyes were heavy and sleep called to him. “Worry not, Lord Rubius, I did not leave so much as a scratch on parchment. No others will know of my methods. If they wish to bind a dragon, they’ll have to work for it, as I did.”

“That is to say, if I let you die, then there will be none who could unbind me.” The dragon muttered. Rubius at once understood that if the mage expired, he would have to spend a millennia – possibly more – just to untangle the mess that the human placed him in. He brought his claw to his eye and wiped away a small drop of tear, to which he forced into the halfling’s gaping mouth. The cosmic power that naturally leaked out of his body instantly revived the mage and filled him with more vitality than ever. 

Ness sat up when he felt every pain in his body cease. He looked at the dragon in disbelief. The dragon had just saved his life.

“You realize I am a villain, don’t you?” Ness asked. “Rotten to the core. And you saved me.”

“I take no pleasure in it, tainted one – unless you unbind me, my powers are sealed. It was a gamble. As I said, a single drop could have unmade you – but instead you are healed, so there may yet be hope for you.”

“..I doubt it.” Ness replied. He felt it. A stronger power dwelled inside him. It was ten times more intense than the strongest spell he had ever cast. It made him fearless, even in front of the dragon who could easily drop him in lava and extinguish his life. “But as you have saved me, I shall return the favor. I will unbind the spells that I have placed upon you.”

“And yet there seems to be a condition attached.” The dragon said.

“..Well, I do not yet know how to unbind you. See, my spells were all theoretical – it wasn’t as if I had dragons to practice on; but if you voluntarily come with me, I will devote the rest of my life to finding the solution.”

It was, of course, a lie. Lying and deception was something that Ness was skilled in, more so than magic.

But then again, what choice did the dragon have?

Either the lifetime of a mortal, or a millennia of being bound. Rubius sighed and agreed.

—

The Gem Dragon should have never agreed to the halfling’s deal.

He led the halfling deeper underground, further than anyone else had ever been before. Across giant dark chasms and lakes of lava, so far under the mountains and underground oceans that not even the powers of the Gem Dragons had seeded life into the great empty caves that were tall as the arcane towers and wide as the castle ramparts around their cities.

Rubius’ initial thought was to contain the corruption of the mage’s mana there, isolated from all else. Once his powers returned, he would incinerate the halfling until not even his soul was left – with cosmic dragon fire. Yet, even when they were lost in the womb of Mother Gaia, the halfling showed no fear – towards his predicament nor to the dragon.

Both of them planned on betrayal, and it was the halfling who struck first.

It was a dark cave, and Ness pretended to conjure spheres of light. He whispered a spell here and a spell there, and as he walked he lit up the paths that he strolled through. Rubius was distracted by the lit areas, and failed to see the formation of the magic circle that the halfling etched into the ground with the heel of his boots.

It was a simple spell, one that Ness had done many times in the past – when he went to hunt large monsters. Although he had never had to disguise it like this before, the dragon whose cosmic powers were sealed from him was made even more helpless once the array was activated. He began to shrink, from fifty feet to forty to thirty, until he was barely larger than a bear beastman. Rubius watched in shock as his body transformed, little did he know, the same way that Ambros was – made convenient and easy to handle. 

Ness swished his fingers and continued to chant. He conjured something rubbery that sealed the dragon’s mouth, as did his eyes. While Rubius struggled, his wrists were bound together, and his ankles, too. His tail was pulled back until something looped around it and attached to the nape of his neck. The dragon spread his wings, but felt something melt over them and sealed them shut – something sticky, thick, and bound them until they could no longer spread. Then they were forced to retract. 

Rubius shouted into the rubbery substance that perfectly sealed his mouth, and heard only muffled moans. The substance too, was enchanted, and took away his powerful voice. Cold, dark, and completely bound, the dragon began to feel fear for the first time in his life.

“..I’m sorry for doing this, Lord Rubius – but you are simply a specimen too curious to not study.” The halfling said with a quivered voice filled with excitement. He saw the dragon lesser than him – powerful, but wasted potential. He wanted to unlock the secrets of eternal life. “If a single drop of tear brought me back from the brink of death, Lord Rubius – what else can you offer? I simply must know.”

There it was.

The unshakeable pride of the elven blood, and the insatiable craftiness of the dwarven blood in Ness that spoke. He wanted to know, and not only did he want to know – he wanted to create devices to experiment.

Much like Escalion before him, the halfling did not know or understand the aura of the dragons – it was a passive power that all dragons had, just like the way they leaked cosmic power to seed life. It was a power that made all those in their presence adore the dragons; and the longer they spent there, the deeper the adoration became.

The difference was, Escalion was a pure soul, and Venescara was not. Venescara was very, very much familiar with the pleasures of the flesh and the sins of adultery – and he enjoyed it to the brim.

When he said the bound dragon struggle and moan on the floor, helpless as he was, Ness could not help feel the excitement of arousal as the thoughts and images of his past sexual encounters and escapades flooded his mind. There was the high elf that he spent a month with; and the human that did him favors in exchange for a potion here and there. He had it rough and he had it gentle, but most of all he had control over every last aspect, kind of like how he had it now with Rubius.

Whatever last shreds of respect the halfling held for the Gem Dragon soon disappeared, along with the cover over the dragon’s face. There was something indescribably exotic when he robbed the identity and dignity of those he dominated. The more socially powerful his subs were, the more excited he felt.

And, of course, who was Rubius if not at the very pinnacle of every hierarchy that existed?

The dragon’s aura of adoration gave birth to the mage’s obsession. The thoughts of using the dragon’s body came easily to his head. Ness’s brain flashed from one scene to another, and his eyes mentally licked all over the dragon’s succulent flesh as he feasted on the beautiful scales, the muscular body, and – Ness’ fetish – the dragon’s feet soles.

How daring.

How forbidden.

The halfling imagined how the dragon would react if he so much as touched the bottom of Rubius’ feet. The fantasy struggle excited him further. He gulped and took steps towards Rubius. Step. Step. Step.

Until he stood right by the dragon’s bound wrists and ankles. He did not know when he kneeled beside the dragon, but when he snapped to his senses again, he had already lifted the dragon’s feet to his face. He was merely an inch away. All he had to do was tip his body forward.

The dragon was helpless to do anything about it.

He took a shaky breath, inhaled, and smelled the wonderful scent of the dragon’s sweaty soles.

He studied the shape of the feet, and noticed the soft, high arched soles. They were pristinely clean, despite the walk through the underground. Not a speck of dirt clung to Rubius’ soles or between his toes. They smelled good.

Too good, in fact. A single huff, and the halfling felt himself become completely engorged. The hardness in his pants was impossible to deny. He took another whiff, this time he positioned his nose between the dragon’s toes.

Ness cried out in ecstasy as the dragon’s foot scent filled his brain, and was instantly addicted; the aroma was as if a parasite, with hooks and claws that took root in the mage’s head. Ness sniffed them again, more bold and daring on his third time. He pushed his nose between the struggling toes that pressed across his cheeks. Despite being the size of a large bear, the dragon could not do more than press his toes firmly against the halfling’s face.

Rubius shouted angrily into his gag. His voice was immediately muffled. Not that Ness would have heard him. No. The halfling was completely involved in his own world at the moment, and in his world nothing excited but the dragon’s soles and his own desires.

When he realized how tender the dragon’s toes felt on his face, Ness could not help but escalate his depravity. The halfling stuck out his tongue and lapped the dragon’s sole, which was about twenty inches in length, from the heel to the tip of the dragon’s sweaty toes. Once Ness had gotten a taste he wanted more. He could not imagine a future in which he did not freely lick Rubius’ sweet, soft feet. The parasitic desires burrowed its roots deeper and deeper into the halfling’s brain until it took over, until all that Ness saw, smelled, and tasted was the dragon’s feet – yes, the object of his absolute adoration and zeal.

The more Ness licked the sweat off the dragon’s pristine, perfect soles, the stronger he felt. He felt the warm cosmic powers in his chest, and just as the dragon foretold his mortal body could not handle an abundance of it. The mere traces that seeped through the dragon’s scales, that gathered in his tears and on the sweat between Rubius’ toes were just about the limits of what the halfling could take. Ness felt his energy and life returned to him – and even cleanse him of the corruption of mana that he had twisted himself. 

But that was, of course, not the focus of Ness’ desires.

It was the silky, creamy soles that he could not stop his tongue from pressing against.

It felt right, to worship the dragon’s soles, to drag his tongue across the arches and force them between the wiggly toes. To lap up every last drop of sweat, to taste and love them for what they are. To grow obsessed, to grow aroused, and to possess them.

It felt so right.

And there, in the depths of Ness’ impure, tainted soul, was the growing jealousy that someone else could come along and steal them from him.

At once he understood why Escalion built an impenetrable fortress, a magical tower protected by death traps, and how he threatened to annihilate anyone who even took a single step in it.

Ness understood how precious this thing in his grasp was, and he wanted to own them forever.

The halfling took inspiration from Escalion, and he began his work between the long sessions of foot worship he inflicted upon the dragon’s bound feet.

A castle, deep underground, built into the stone walls. Beyond the Dungeons of the Abyss, he built his kingdom with magical knowledge. The dragon’s foot sweat was enough to keep him young, keep his powers strong – and he took advantage of it. Brick by brick, stone by stone he built his walls. He walked over them a hundred times and enchanted them with just as many spells to keep intruders out.

Ness grew paranoid. He was a villain to the core, and he knew that others would stoop to his level, if not lower, to take what he had gained. He protected his pair of dragon soles jealously. Fiercely.

When his day of work was done, the halfling returned to the same magic circle where the dragon was trapped. He’d cuddle up to the bound Rubius, who had gotten used to being left alone for hours at a time, and then being toyed with for the rest of the night. Sometimes he would fall asleep to the feeling of the halfling’s tongue against his toes, and sometimes he would feel a strong, thick shaft between his arches. The dragon groaned. He had worked intensely on unraveling the corrupted curses that bound his power in his mind, but he had not even begun to isolate a single strand of straw in a field of bales.

When the tongue returned to his soles, it distracted him. It kept him from complete thoughts. It disgusted him to be used as a salt lick, a foot toy by the halfling mage. He had learned to be quiet, for his struggles and protests only served to excite the mage further; and when the mage was excited, the tongue-lashing lasted for so much longer, and it always ended up with that thick, hot shaft between his arches, and a splatter of sticky liquids against the soles of his feet.

The castle was built, and so the fortress walls, and the ramparts, and the towers. Golems and statues were conjured to protect the halls, to give it the life that it lacked.

Deep inside the sanctuary, the innermost courtyard was where Rubius was kept – like a pet.

Like nothing but a pet, chained to a post.

Another day of foot licking, and then something changed. Ness didn’t just go to sleep beside the dragon, but rather the halfling crawled between the dragon’s bound arms and legs, and nested in the warmth of the dragon. The next day, Rubius found himself on top of something softer. Smoother. It was the bed of a mortal, placed on the altar of the magic circle that kept him powerless, kept his limbs weak and kept him from even the strength to roll himself. He was less than a statue – he was a ragdoll.

He was alive, but he was less than a zombie. He was conscious, but he couldn’t even muster up the power to push himself off the ground.  Soon, his arms and legs were unbounded, if nothing else it was for the sake of convenience for the mage, who wanted to toy with the dragon’s limp body in different positions.

Months passed. Years. Day after day after day Ness soaked in the aura of the dragon’s power, and lapped up his flavorful soles. He only grew more obsessed, more possessive, more perverse in what he wanted.

The halfling worked on another spell when his mind was so warped that he thought he had taken the dragon to be his lover. He kissed the dragon’s sealed lips. Sometimes, Rubius would kiss back for the sole reason that he craved attention. Craved stimulants. He began to appreciate the halfling’s daily ritual of foot worship, as it was the only time he felt connected to the outside world. He had lived in solitude for many centuries, but it was only now that he missed the way he stretched his wings, missed the way he spoke with the spirits and the fairies, and learned of the outside world. Years of pseudo isolation, unable to see, unable to speak had left the dragon starved for the halfling's touch.

Sick and twisted as it was, the dragon understood it was not right. Still, he craved it.

The day to debut the halfling's spell came, and the dragon felt his body undergo another transformation. He felt something between his legs grow. It was sensitive, and it connected to the pleasure centers of his brain that he did not understand before. It was large and fleshy and made the dragon clench his toes when touched. He rarely made a noise anymore, but the way the halfling handled the dragon’s brand new cock, it made him moan with diseased pleasure. It plagued Rubius’ mind. As a Gem Dragon, he was not equipped with such a mortal thing – and now that he’s been given one, it consumed his mind every second that it was touched.

The shaft grew, as did testicles; and inside the dragon’s groin a prostate that throbbed, as starved for attention as the dragon was. It was a new organ to the dragon, and although he understood the textbook facts of mortal biology, the first person experience was an entirely new chapter that he had no knowledge of.

Rubius felt the halfling’s hand press on the sensitive spot under the base of his shaft, between his nutsack and his butthole. His entire body quivered and shook when he felt the surge of pleasure that emanated from it. Another lusty moan. No, not moan. Growl. It was a bestial and primordial growl; from a beast that had not been tamed.

Ness kissed the dragon through the thin latex muzzle, and the dragon quickly kissed back. His lips nibbled together, desperate and horny, for the feeling of the halfling’s lips against his own made him crave more. More than he ever wanted before.

Rubius felt delirious. Ridiculous. He felt the arousal burn from his groins. Even when Ness had retreated from the area, he still felt the eroticism from it. While Ness resumed his daily foot worship, each touch of the halfling’s tongue against the dragon’s sole, between the dragon’s toes, it made Rubius hard. The dragon’s cock throbbed and twitched for the attention that was temporarily neglected. The dragon howled from his throat. All Ness heard was the desperation of a dragon that needed several years of being broken in. Yes. He loved his dragon so dearly.

Days? Weeks? Another indeterminate amount of time passed. Rubius could not keep track, not with the constant throbbing cock that absolutely decimated his mind. He had long since stopped the progress of unraveling the mage’s spell. It was impossible.

When the halfling was in his presence, Ness would constantly toy with his dick and balls while those dragon soles were slurped. The halfling would whisper sweet nothings and tell Rubius how amazing those soles tasted. The dragon was lewd, but the halfling was lewder. Ness always seemed to know exactly when the dragon was close to orgasm, and abandoned the cock and balls that ached for release in favor of the soles that needed licking.

With endlessly edged pleasure, the dragon was slowly being trained to perform all the acts that Ness wanted.

Rubius learned to spread his toes and not curl them. Every time he hid those toes from his Master and Lover, the strokes of his cock would stop until the very next day. The dragon knew to obey the halfling, and offered up his toes to be licked and suckled.

Ness loved the curves that the dragon’s high arches offered, and so Rubius learned to arch his soles. Ness wished to be acknowledged when his presence was known, and so Rubius learned to wiggle and fan his toes for his Master.

The once quiet dragon gasped and panted though a small slit that was cut in the gag. Not enough to speak, but enough to make the noises of a whore when his soles were licked. Not because he volunteered for it, but because the halfling’s tongue against his helpless, submissive soles felt so fucking good to his dick.

More time passed, and the slit on his gag was cut wider still. His mouth was used. Trained by the halfling. When Ness did not fuck the dragon’s soles, which was a rarity in itself, he would use the dragon’s mouth. At first Rubius found it repulsive, but he grew used to the scent and flavor of his Master’s cock. He eagerly lapped and drooled when the halfling’s cock was inserted. While he sucked on the cock, Ness would use his feet to trample and toy with the dragon’s stiff, throbbing shaft. The sound of the desperate dragon’s need to cum always pushed Ness over the edge in seconds. When Rubius swallowed every last drop of the halfling’s seed, he would be rewarded with a kiss – and his soles would be rewarded with several more hours of being licked and loved.

Loved, obsessively – but not his cock. Never his cock. Never his goddamned cock.

Rubius could not guess that Ness did, in fact, have full control of it. It was the halfling’s spell that brought it into existence, after all; and Ness was just fine with keeping the dragon squirmy and tormented and a horny, broken toy.

He was a villain, after all. The halfling laughed to himself as he thrusted his cock between the dragon’s high, tender arches. He watched the dragon’s toes dance for him, spread and wiggled for him. He listened to the dragon moan and cry and howl with what he assumed to be desperate pleas for release. He watched the dragon buckle his hips against the soft bedding. Ness teased him and placed a downy pillow between the dragon’s cock and the mattress. It gave him such great intense pleasure to simply rub against. He came all over the dragon’s soles and left the mess there. Ness leaned into the dragon’s face and kissed that latex covered mouth; and through the open slit he pushed his tongue to lick the dragon’s teeth. His kiss was met with Rubius’ moan and a kiss in return.

“Such a good boy. Always so eager to have your delicious soles marked by my seed.” The halfling said as he held the dragon in his embrace. He dry humped the dragon’s hips, with the pillow between him and the dragon. He pushed his groin against Rubius, and he did not stop.

The dragon’s moans became louder. Tears streamed from under the dragon’s blindfolds. Rubius felt such pleasure that he had never had before. His entire shaft was stimulated, toyed with, and just when he felt he was about to finally go over the edge –

He didn’t.

The mage continued to hump, and the dragon continued to howl. He could not. He felt the throb of his prostate, which hungered to be pressed against the same way the mage’s tongue pressed against his soles. The dragon felt his asshole itch; empty, and it craved to be filled. He wished that the halfling would fuck his ass rather than his soles or mouth.

He felt the halfling’s fingers tear through the latex slit as he was humped.

For the first time in decades, his maw was freed, and all he could do was continue to moan and grunt like an animal. Like a well kept, well trained pet, he did not speak without being spoken to.

“Tell me what you want, my love. My love, Rubius. Tell me.” The halfling coaxed.

“M-my..!” The dragon rasped. He had not heard his own voice in such a long time that he found it foreign. It didn’t matter. He didn’t need to recognize himself. He was the mage’s pet, after all. The mage’s love. “Empty..! Empty..! Fill.. me!”

“My naughty, filthy Rubius..!” Ness kissed the dragon’s mouth. It was the first kiss against the dragon’s lips, and Rubius could not wait to return it. It was a savage, sloppy kiss, and the dragon moaned into the halfling’s mouth the entire time. “Tell me all the dirty things you want to do.” 

The halfling embraced the dragon in his arms, and the dragon cried.

“..My.. my ass! My.. cock! Needy.. Need!” Rubius spoke with words as broken as his mind. He had been in such deep desires for so long. “Love..! Love me!! Fill me..!”

“My horny Rubius..!” Ness reached for the dragon’s cock with a hand, and the dragon’s ass with the other. The halfling touched the rim of the dragon’s hole and circled his finger around the pink, sensitive spot. “Do you want to be touched here?”

“YES! YES! IN – INSIDE! DEEP INSIDE!” The dragon demanded. Begged. Dignity be damned. Pride be damned. He needs to be fucked. “NEED..!! NOW..!! FUCK ME!!”

The halfling inserted his finger into the warm, wet hole. The dragon had been ready for a long time, and it was easy to slip it deeply until he reached the prostate. Ness rubbed against it teasingly before he pulled it out, to which the dragon just about had a meltdown. 

“NOO!! MORE!!” The dragon sobbed. “PLEASE!! PLEASE!! I NEED – NEED IT!! NEED IT!!”

“Oh, but my beloved Rubius..!” The halfling chuckled. “I have told you – many, many, many years ago – that I was a villain.. And Villains, we don’t do nice things out of the kindness of our hearts!”

“Please! Please!” The broken dragon begged. “Anything! I need – please fuck me! Fuck me!”

“I am going to tease and torture you for ages to come, my love, my prisoner, my Rubius..!” Ness rubbed his finger across the dragon’s lips and resealed Rubius’ mouth in latex. “But for now, I want you to stay horny. I want you to be tortured. I want to sleep next to you knowing that you are my helpless little toy.”

“MMFF!! MMPHHFF MMMMMMMMM!!”

“..And tomorrow, I’m going to train you all over.” The halfling kissed against the dragon’s latex-covered lips. A desperate nod from the dragon to kiss the halfling back. Rubius wanted to please his Master so much. So much. “Ah, yes. I think – tomorrow, I’ll train you to speak again, from the very first words. Tomorrow, I think I’ll teach you how to properly beg – beg me to suck on your tasty, sweaty dragon toes.”

Rubius’s cock throbbed at the prospect that the halfling’s tongue would be between them. Even when Ness wasn’t by his feet, those tasty, sweaty dragon toes spread wide open, as if they anticipated a tongue to worm between them any time now.

Maybe one day Rubius would be as fortunate as Ambros – to become the mage’s personal milking toy. Maybe.

For the foreseeable future, though, he was the villainous halfling’s broken dragon, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

=The end=