Patreon Exclusive: Oct Part 2

Old Dragon, New Tricks

By KinkSaber

It was the second prince of the earth dragons who first entered the underground throne room. No one else dared to defy Boulderbreaker’s orders once they had been spoken but the rebellious princeling, and what he found did not surprise him. He was, after all, the one who orchestrated the end of the fire dragons.

Terrasque was still young and inexperienced, but at twenty years of age he was already more manipulative than most dragons were their entire life. It was him who found the ancient scripts that detailed the ingots of Gaia, and the specific rituals needed to empower it with the essences of the four dragon kings. He did, however, withhold the all-important piece of information, which Boulderbreaker discovered at the moment he casted the curse – whoever used it in abuse would pay for it with their own life. Now that his father the king and his brother the crown prince were out of the picture, the victory, along with the kingdom, was his to claim.

Of course, to the victor was also the right and privilege to rewrite history and all the spoils of the loser, and Terrasque needed to act before anyone else could grasp the narrative.

“Oh, father!” Terrasque cried with a voice that mimicked denial and concern, but the young earth dragon could not stop his lips from a smile. From the back, it was well hidden to the rest of his guards. “Father! Father! What have the vile Lavaetein done to you?!”

“Cursed.. Cursed whelp!” The fire dragon gasped. Before a third word could be spoken, Terrasque shoved a prepared rag into Lavaetein’s mouth to silence the only witness to the events of that throne room. From the corner of his eye, he saw the pair of upturned soles of red and gold scales, and what he assumed to be the fire dragon’s cock and balls laid on a newly decorated throne. It took Terrasque no time at all to put together exactly what happened. He was excited by the sight of the helpless Lavaetein, and he wanted revenge of his own.

“Your highness!” One of the elite guards called out to Terrasque. Two fingers against Boulderbreaker’s neck, and the guard shook his head with his eyes closed. Just as Terrasque plotted. “He’s gone, your highness – you are the new king of our people.”

“A heavy burden. One that I’ve been trained for.” Terrasque began with disingenuous humility, and quickly swayed. “But I promise you. I promise all of you – we will not let my father’s death be in vain. I will finish what he started, no matter how rough the road may be – and I will not rest until all of you – ALL OF YOU – have shown the might and fury of the earth dragons against the fire-lands!”

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It was a beautiful, if empty, speech. The truth of the matter was that once Lavaetein had been taken out of the picture, the rest of the fire dragons scattered like ash in the wind. Without a strong leader, they were easy pickings – and once they’ve crossed the deserts as refugees in the land of wind, the earth dragons ceased their chase; and Terrasque wasted neither time nor energy on the straddlers.

It was good that he won the favors of most of his father’s generals, who were happy to be given a fat pouch of gold and look the other way, kick the proverbial can down the road in relatively peaceful times. The forest and fire-lands were under the reign of the earth dragons, and any fire dragons that remained were enslaved in harsh labor for crimes of the previous king. Harsh, but fair – soldiers were executed in droves, and civilians were captured and put to work. Five hundred years, as the treaty goes, five hundred years of labor and the earth dragons will return the rule of law to the fire dragons, to the rightful royal descendents of the Lavaetein’s villainous blood.

There were only three of his sons left that were fit to be called heir. The oldest but smallest in stature, Firefly, was a scholar unbefitting of his father’s violent legacy. He was put to work in the intelligence sector, as demanded by the generals, so that talents would not be wasted. Several slave seals were placed upon him to prevent betrayal, and it was up to Firefly to keep the seed of the royalty alive. The other two, whose names have been stricken from all records for their brutish behavior, were monitored in captivity in the deepest parts of the dungeons that kept them barely alive, and neither were to see the light of day again. Their wrists were bound above their heads, legs to the ground, and metallic gags were inserted into their mouths. Their life was forfeit, but like Lavaetein death would not so easily come to them. Days, weeks, months passed, and they wasted away until their bodies digested all of the excess fat and muscles that they were so proud of; the muscles that required years of intense training disappeared and in their place were skin, scale, and bones.

Believe it or not, that was preferential treatment if they only knew how much worse they could have had it.

Lavaetein’s throne room was abandoned, and every hallway that led to it was sealed in a mixture of clay and limestone and reinforced iron rebars. Surrounded by six feet of concrete on all sides, it was now the single most secured room of the underground stronghold, even if it was no longer in use. All sides, except of course, the secret tunnel under the red carpet that led directly to Lavaetein’s bed chambers, which was taken and repurposed for Terrasque’s own use as the emperor of both tribes.

“A pathetic display, Lavaetein.” Terrasque sat naked on the throne made of the fire dragon’s body. It was warm and surprisingly pleasant to the touch, like high grade fabric that would not tear. Indestructible, as part of the curse. “As always. As you should be.” The earth dragon grinded his naked ass against the textured cushion, which felt like skin and flesh, softened and tenderized, smooth to his own scale. Terrasque gripped the armrest and squeezed the ‘foam’, then fondled himself as he rubbed his back against the backrest. There was something about the living throne chair that thrilled him. To sit upon it, to grind his body against it, to lift his legs up and rest them on the new addition of a foot rest – which was a normal footrest with a hole crudely cut into the center, where Lavaetein’s fitted head was forced to look up to the soles of the earth dragon.

Terrasque sketched his legs and slammed his feet down against Lavaetein’s face. The fire dragon groaned. “Oh, it’s not like you could be damaged, foot rest.” The earth dragon jabbed his toe claws into the fire dragon’s face, and muffled screams came from Lavaetein’s gagged mouth. “Pussy. My feet are too good for you. You should be grateful – giving me praise and thanks that I do not subject you to a worse fate.”

As if there could be a fate worse, Lavaetein thought – but he dared not question the cruelty of the young emperor. He did not want to find out; and yet found out he shall.

“If you will not do it of your own accord, then you will be trained.” Terrasque said dryly, with a smile on his face that triggered the fire dragon’s fight or flight response. He saw a similar smile on the face of Boulderbreaker moments before he became what he was – a head, a pair of feet, his cock locked and lost somewhere of the earth dragon’s choosing, and the rest of his body sat upon like common furniture. The words frightened him. “Let’s see if we can teach an old dragon some new tricks.” The young earth dragon said, as he rested both of his soles squarely on the fire dragon’s face. Terrasque reached over and took Lavaetein’s own feet, which now sat upon their own stand – an enchanted pedestal that was kept at a degree warm enough to make those soles sweat when placed upon it, but not so much that it was uncomfortable – not yet, anyway.

“Mmmphhmm u–ummm!” Lavaetein groaned when the earth dragon’s feet pushed and squished his face. He smelled the nuttiness from them, the scent of forest and berries, leaves and grass. They were clean as far as the fire dragon could see, but their scent was intense and potent; just as potent as the young earth dragon’s magic was.

“Spread your toes!” Terrasque commanded, and waited for the fire dragon’s obedience. When it did not come, he repeated himself. “Spread your fucking toes, old man!”

After weeks of being trapped the way he was, Lavaetein finally regained the ability to move his feet. It was nothing but the slight curl of his toes, but even that was enough to catch Terrasque’s eye. When there was nothing else in the room, the slightest movement became the only focal point for the earth dragon, who did have a thing for feet. It delighted him to have made this discovery. Even though he could torment the fire dragon as much as he wanted, nothing would please him more than to manually train and break the fire dragon into his own personal foot slave. Merely stomping on the fire dragon’s face had gotten old, and it was time to take it further.

“You don’t get it. Ahah hah hah hah!” Terrasque laughed in the face of Lavaetein’s defiance. “How long do you think you can keep this up? Keep your fighting spirit up, stubborn one? Your time is over, and your denial only excites me more and more when I think about how much I can break you.”

Terrasque brought the left foot to his face, pushed his nose between Lavaetein’s toes, and took a deep, long whiff. “Ahhh…! Sweaty and musky, just the way I like it.”

“Hh-mmhhh?!”

“Don’t act so surprised, you worthless excuse for a dragon. You’ve been getting used to the scent of my feet for weeks, haven’t you figured it out already?”

“Mmmh?!!!”

“Fuck! It smells so good..! Hng!” Terrasque shuddered as chills and tingles ran up his spine. The aroma was thick and delicious. It’d hit all the pleasure centers of his brain. He pushed his nose between those stiff toes again and huffed for a second time as he filled his lungs with the deep scent of Lavaetein’s roasted, sweaty toes. “Oh, it was such a good idea to bring in that little side project – to keep your feet warm and sweaty!”

“MMMMM!!”

“Shut the fuck up, old man.” The cocky earth dragon dropped his heel over Lavaetein’s nose with enough force to break the cartilage. The curse prevented the physical damage, but not the pain that shot through his head. The fire dragon lost vision for a second before he did his best to suppress a whimper, and then he stayed quiet as he was told. He was humiliated, but even so his pride wasn’t worth another heel drop to the head.

Lavaetein wondered, just how much was his pride worth now?

Next came the tongue that lapped at the sole of the fire dragon’s severed feet. They were not gentle licks of lovers, not licks that savored exquisite meals served by highly commended chefs. No. They were ravenous, greedy licks from a young earth dragon who had to hide and suppress his perverted urges in the face of his subjects. Though his eyes wandered to their sandaled toes, he could never make such a request of those below his rank, never dream to fulfill his desires in such a way.

“Mmm..!” Terrasque moaned as he absorbed the deep, complex flavor of those victory-won soles. “Roasted fire dragon soles. I was right.. To keep them toasty for so long. You have no idea, do you? No, of course not. Nobody does..!”

The tongue returned, and Terrasque pressed it broadly against the heel as he dragged it up the arches. A deep lick, a deeply needed lick. The young earth dragon let himself be filled with the flavors that Lavaetein offered. It was just as good – no, better – than he had ever imagined.

“I’ve wanted this for so long..!” The earth dragon gasped. “Can’t tell anyone. Can’t ask anyone. Can’t let anyone even suspect – but you! You’re not even a person anymore. Just a thing to use, a throne to sit on – a pair of feet to be licked and sucked. Yeah, yeah, that’s right, that’s you now.”

Terrasque turned the sole over and licked over the top. He felt the scales with the tip of his tongue and familiarized himself with the rougher, scaley texture of Lavaetein’s foot. It tasted just as good. Just as salty, just as sweet, just as fulfilling.

His tongue explored the toes and the claws. He felt them twitch slightly as he lapped over them. The white sharp claws, battleworn. Terrasque can’t imagine how many soldiers had their life snuffed out from under these large, powerful, meaty soles – which were now completely helpless to him, helpless to become mere objects of sexual desires.

“That.. reminds me.” Terrasque looked up, then down again. His eyes met with Lavaetein’s between his own pampered feet. “Spread your fucking toes.”

He waited, as if he had all the time in the world. Until morning, anyway, Terrasque was not needed and neither was the emperor. As far as everyone else knew, he was in his bed chambers, locked from the inside, and privileged to his own private rest.

But he was not patient.

“Do you not hear me?” The earth dragon lifted his foot again, and angled his heel. “Spread your fucking toes, or I’m aiming for your eyes next. I can’t ‘destroy’ or harm you, but I can make you go blind for a while, now, can’t I?”

“Mm-mm!” Lavaetein tried to shake his head, which only managed to wiggle a fraction of a millimeter from side to side. He couldn’t. The movement was involuntary. All he felt was pins and needles in his soles whenever he tried. He would if he could. Lavaetein pleaded desperately.

“DO NOT TEST ME!”

The heel came down fast and furious, brutally, and narrowly missed the fire dragon’s eye as it slammed into the cheekbone. Lavaetein swore he heard a crack, and he howled into his gag. “WWWW-WUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHN!!”

“Let me make it clear in no uncertain terms, you fire dragon fuck bag.” Terrasque swished his hand and levitated Lavaetein’s head from the foot rest until they were face to face, merely inches from each other. He lowered his voice until it was an angry, controlling whisper. “These feet? They’re not yours anymore. They belong to me. Do you understand? They are mine. Mine!”

Terrasque hissed as the breath escaped from between his teeth. Lavaetein would nod if he could, even if he pretend-agreed only to calm the young dragon’s anger.

“These toes? They’re mine. Mine! And they will do what I tell them to. Do you understand? No, no, of course you don’t. Let me start over.” The earth dragon paused to recompose himself. “These fire dragon toes? They were once the toes of a king. ONCE. Oncceeeee. No longer. That king is no more, and these toes are just the toes of a fire dragon – no; less than a fire dragon. A fuckbag. A flesh sack of fucks. Can’t call you a dragon, don’t want you to start having weird ideas. No. You’re a fuckbag. These toes are mine. They might be psychically, magically connected to your head; you might feel them when I lick them, but they are mine. They belong to me. Do you understand? They are my property.”

“Mm-hm.”

“This chair? I don’t give a shit what it’s made of. This is my chair! Mine! It’s comfortable to sit on and I fucking like it. It’s my chair – it’s not your body anymore, fuckbag – you got that?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Now, I’ve been holding back years – fucking years – of keeping this feet thing a secret from everyone. Years! And now I got these fucking delicious TOES in the palm of my hands. You think I’m going to let you go? No, no, no. You know better than that – no. That’s not happening.” The earth dragon practically ventilated in the face of the once-king, whose mere gaze would terrify children; and here he talked down to that very same face, which reeked of the scent of the earth dragon’s own feet. “These feet are mine, and they will be licked – oh, oh yes they will, Lavaetein, you fuckbag – I will be licking these soles. Will.” Terrasque emphasized the word with exaggeration. “Will. Not if. No a matter of if. WILL. They WILL be licked. These fucking toes WILL be sucked. And for Gaia’s sake – fuckbag, let me make it clear now, again – when I tell you to fucking SPREAD THOSE TOES and prepare them to be SUCKED, you will FUCKING SPREAD THEM FOR ME, and you WILL FUCKING PREPARE THEM TO BE SUCKED.”

There was an unhinged, crazed look in Terrasque’s eyes, and Lavaetein did not know how to respond. It was the first time anyone had ever spoken to him that way. Sub-dragon. Sub-being, even – as if he was nothing. For the silence, the earth dragon decided Lavaetein should be punished. Terrasque whipped his arm and backhand slapped Lavaetein’s levitated head across the cheek so hard that the head spun three rotations in place. The leather and metal rings that gagged him snapped from the strike, and the centrifugal force pulled the foreign object from his mouth. It was the first time in weeks that his tongue wasn’t pinned down to the floor of his mouth. Lavaetein felt the numbness, and although he wished to speak, there was enough sense left in him to hold his fucking tongue. Unlike Boulderbreaker, Terrasque is not one he should taunt – as he realized there was a dark sadism in the young earth dragon, and little, if any, honor.

“Honestly, I’m starting to think you enjoy this.” The earth dragon grabbed Lavaetein’s head and pressed his thumb into the fire dragon’s eye. The fleshy pad of his digit pushed into the eye socket just enough to make Lavaetein see stars.

“Aahh.. Aahh!! No..! No! Please!! Aaah! Aaaah my eye! My eye! My eye!!”

“Shoulda popped by now – damned curse. Oh, I know I can’t really blind you – but there are so many things I can do. There are so many ways to play if you don’t want to play my game!” Terrasque threatened. “Now that you’ve been drained of magic, I really, really want to know, fuckbag – how loud can you scream when I pull back your lids and pour molten lava in your eyes?”

“Oh Gaia..!”

“Spread your fucking toes, fuckbag – or we’ll find out!”

“Please! I can’t!” Lavaetein’s voice broke and cracked. “I can’t! I can’t! I can’t! I would! I’ll do anything for you! I can’t move them! I can’t, I can’t, I can’t!”

“I’ve SEEN you do it!”

“I’M TRYING! PLEASE BELIEVE ME! I CAN’T! I’M TRYING RIGHT NOW I’LL SPREAD MY TOES FOR YOU!! THEY WON’T MOVE! THEY WON’T THEY WON’T! I REALLY AM TRYING!!”

Lavaetein strained. He pushed through the pins and needles and the numbness that plagued him. He cried. He prayed for a miracle. He flexed every muscle in his foot. All he needed to do is curl one fucking toe. He had done it so many times before. His digits twitched once. Just once.

“I felt it.” Terrasque grinned. There was a miniscule flex against his hand that held the foot. “Do it again.”

The fire dragon gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw. Flex. Contract. Flex. Contract. “FUCKING MOVE!!” He screamed. He sobbed. His big toe finally listened and curled with a slight nod.

“Eheheh! Ahah hah hah! What a good boy, fuckbag.” Terrasque released the grip on Lavaetein’s head and returned his attention and favor to the toe that moved. Against his lips the earth dragon placed on the toe a kiss, then his tongue escaped his maw and Terrasque resumed a long, slow lick from the heels – this time towards the big toe. “I knew you could do it. Never try to defy me again.”

“Yes. I understand.”

“Yes, I understand, Master.” Terrasque spoke without even a glance at the fire dragon’s direction. “Master with a capital M.”

“..Yes, Master.”

“Starting tomorrow, fuckbag, that’s your daily training. Every moment you’re awake and conscious, I want you to practice wiggling your toes until you can control them again, you hear me?”

“Yes, Master.”

“And then, fuckbag, what do we do when I tell you to spread them?” Terrasque licked between the toes that twitched in his mouth. It was delicious. The toes, yes, but also to hear Lavaetein speak the words from his worthless mouth.

“I will fucking spread those toes for you, Master – and prepare them to be sucked.”

=To be continued=