[b][u][center]A Goddess’s Boi
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]
 
 
 
 
 



Being a goddess of some stature, Drakina wasn’t allowed onto the mortal coil without either summons or a moment of extremis that she could use to justify breaking through the barrier between her pocket universe and the world below. As dedicated as most of her worshipers were, the dragoness seldom felt the need to push things. So long as she received her due from her eager little toys, she was happy to let the world go by as it would and distract herself with her perverted imaginings in the endless malleability of her realm.

But there were exceptions.

The purple dragoness swirled her hands through the stars around her, drawing them into shapes. The points of light bled into lines, and the lines joined to create a chart, which in turn bled again to form names, words, and labels across it. Each one coincided to a constellation that formed the faces of her worshipers, followers, and devotees, and one name was conspicuous for its lack of updates and worship of late.

“Gann, Gann, Gann…”

Drakina chuckled as she stroked a clawed finger over the pale dragon’s picture. She could imagine him squirming already – he probably was, considering the bond between them and the power she had over him. She pointed her finger up, a ghostly image of her servant going stiff and standing up straight in the other world.

“You’ve been ignoring me…Mmmm, too busy to worship your goddess of late? Too busy chasing other things? Tsk, tsk, tsk…”

The other stars disappeared, fading back to their original positions, while the ones that painted Gann before her flowed down, creating a doll-sized version of the dragon boy. She leaned forward from her throne, resting her head on her free hand as she tilted his head backward, making the celestial representation of him face toward the sky. Her touch bled color into him, shimmering from the nebulous shades to a pale green and pink speckled together, armbands and fishnet stockings and a rubber pair of speedos all that he had been allowed for clothing for some time.

She leaned down, her head dwarfing him to the point she could have shoved his effigy down her throat. The dragoness leaned in closer, whispering in his ear.

“Or did you think that if you ignored me long enough – like a little [i]brat[/i] – I would have to come and tend to you properly?”

He shivered, his little mock-up opening and closing its mouth. She forced it shut between her fingers.

“Mmm-mm. No. It’s too late for apologies now, little one. You had your chance. And either you forgot, or you thought it would provoke me. Mmm, well, now you have a mistress that must be…assuaged.”

She clicked her teeth by the side of his head. He twitched from head to toe.

“Summon me. Now. I do not care where you are; summon me so you can earn your forgiveness.”

She let go of him and the stars faded. Drakina decided that she would give him five minutes; if he didn’t summon her by then, it would mean that he had decided to run, to hide, to be a [i]bad[/i] boi for her. If he did, then she would have to tap another servant to call her in and deal with it.

One minute passed by.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

“…Tsk, tsk…You should know better, little dragon-boi. Well, I suppose it was only a matter of time until you tested your leash.”

Drakina called another worshiper. This one responded immediately, cutting open a portal before her throne. She stepped through, resting her bare sole on the worshipful giraffe’s head as she walked over him. By the time she set foot on the concrete proper, he was spilling his seed all over the ground.

“Wait here. You will have your blessing later.”

Drakina waved the world away, slipping from the edge of the alley of her summoning into to the air. Her wings spread, and she let them carry her in a glide over the glowing city below. Skyscrapers loomed at the north side of the great bay that filled the middle of the crescent-shaped city, but they were far from her. She soared on the thermals that remained at the end of the day, going higher, higher, and higher still, her wings glittering with the residual celestial lights from her dimension.

Stopping a few thousand feet over the city, she flapped her wings and floated in place, dangling in the heavens. The wind blew between her legs, tickling her balls, her shaft, and her more feminine bits. It wrapped around her like snakes, slithering up along her thighs and toward her hips, along her chest and under her breasts.

“Naughty,” she said, chuckling deep in her throat. “Later.”

The wind stopped. It knew better than to bother a goddess.

Drakina looked down at the world below. The lights of many a car and home flickered below her, drowning out the world in endless spots and specks of light amidst darkness. She could see nothing that told her where her boi was.

She blinked.

The world changed. The electric lights disappeared, replaced with soul shimmers. She saw those that were untouched by pacts, those that had given themselves to angels and demons, those that had reached between spaces and found the eldritch, and those that had offered themselves to the fae, the machine gods, and the other minor beings that ran things in their little -niches of the city. Everyone was color-coded in her eyes with where their soul was bound and who they had given themselves to.

She blinked again. Most disappeared, leaving only the purple glints of souls that were promised to her. There were far less of them, less than a hundred in a city of hundreds of thousands. Better to have a few devoted zealots than to have an army of casual gawkers, as far as she was concerned; better still, it made it much easier to find someone that was trying to hide.

Drakina looked around the city. Gann was a unique soul, and he would be on the run, as well. Trying to find somewhere to hide, somewhere that he might go unnoticed. Which meant running toward a powerful force of magic that might hide his soul from her. It was almost amusing that he thought she could be thrown off the scent so easily, and –

Yes, there he was. The dragon was running down the street as fast as he could toward one of the Green preserves in the middle of the city. He probably hoped that the nature magic within would be enough.

What a silly dragon.

She waved the world away again, going from the sky to the ground. She intentionally put herself right in front of her fleeing follower, meaning –

THUMP!

He ran right into her, stopping dead in his tracks as he embedded his face between her breasts. Drakina looked down at him as he gasped, stumbling back, his cheeks dampened from the small pool of sweat between her boobs.

“Going somewhere?”

“…Ah. I – um – I was just – I’m not going to be able to come up with a good explanation for this, am I?”

“Mmmm, probably not, but try. I [i]like[/i] watching you squirm.”

“That’s not fair.”

“You gave yourself to me, my little dragon,” she said, flicking her tail under his chin to force him to keep looking at her properly. “You decided that you wanted to be [i]owned.[/i] Property…does not care about fairness.”

“…Eep.”

“Now, [i]try[/i] and explain why you’ve been so…silent lately. Why I have had to chase you down…why you’ve been such a [i]bad[/i] boi for me…”

Gann blushed brighter and brighter, his cheeks turning pink and red beneath his eyes. They were looking anywhere but at her, trying to keep from meeting her eyes. Oh, he was probably worried she’d hypnotize him. Silly boi; she wasn’t limited like her brother was. She could do that at any point without even trying.

She slid her tail around his throat like a leash and collar, pulling him close again. He yelped as she held him pinned to her, his chin on her breasts once more.

“Last chance, little one. Tell me why you’ve failed…or I will have to take matters into my own claws.”

“I – I got a little busy.”

“Mmmm, you put something over me.”

“I – I was hoping – um – maybe you’d understand –”

“You put me in second place. Tsk, tsk. Dear, dear. You know that you aren’t allowed to put a goddess in second place.”

“…I’m in trouble, aren’t I?”

“Oh, yes.”

Drakina let go of him, only for her eyes to glow with power. Purple shimmers wrapped around the other dragon’s limbs, yanking him back and holding him suspended in mid-air. Gann yelped as he was lifted up, his body more fully on display for her.

[i]Well, at least he keeps to the other rules,[/i] she thought, looking over his naked body, the purple marks that were wrapped around his ankles and wrists under her bindings, the cock ring around his shaft and balls – all of those things were still in place. And his balls looked like they had been properly edged lately. He hadn’t ignored that part of the training and the rules that she laid down on all her worshipers.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t been giving himself to her properly. He had not come to her shrines. He had not gone about and shown others the glory of her pleasure. Which meant that she had to take steps.

“You know better than to squirm now, I see,” she said as she cupped his balls, gently rolling them in the palm of her hand as his cock twitched. “At least you remember where you belong…now.”

“S-sorry, Mistress. I did not mean – I was just –”

“Mmm, you ‘were just.’ Mmmmmmm, a rather unfortunate turn of phrase, Gann, my little dragon. Saying you ‘were just.’ Just what? Just…less?”

He didn’t respond; oh, he knew that he was digging himself deeper now, but it was too late. She stroked upward, her fingers soft, gentle, feather-light as they went from his balls to his shaft, forming a cage of scaled fingers along the rigid thing, stroking from the base to the tip with nothing but her fingertips.

By the time her fingers reached the tip of his cock, he was fully erect, almost dripping from her touch. She lifted her fingers to his lips, watching and smiling as he licked her fingers clean.

“Good.”

“Mmmph…g-good boy?”

“No…”

She smiled, dragging her hand down his throat and letting it rest between his pecs. Her smile grew as she curled her fingers, the claws scratching at his scales.

“Good [i]girl.[/i]”

Her power struck before Gann could do more than gasp. Instantly, purple spread beneath his speckled scales, building up and pushing out. His well-built chest softened almost instantly, growing outward, filling in, growing more and more obvious as she poured her power into him. The soft little gasps that came as he grew more visible nipples that hardened instantly, throbbing, visibly twitching with need – it was almost cute.

She dragged her hand down as the dragon’s new tits grew outward, letting them fall over her hand for a moment before dragging her fingers further down. The purple light under his scales continued to spread, running down his sides. His stomach pulled in and his hips flared out, adding to the curves already there until there was no doubt just how much he would swish when he walked. He wouldn’t be able to help it; the greater heft there would keep him swaying no matter how much he tried not to.

“My sexy…little…’ness.”

“Nnngh…”

There was no need to take away his cock, she felt; that would be a good reminder of where he’d started, what he had been. More importantly, it’d be a nice little source of embarrassment for Gann, to have a stiff little thing down there when everyone else was paying attention to [i]her[/i] new tits.

And hips.

And ass.

“Such a voluptuous little ‘ness you’ve become…”

The dragon-turned-dragoness was as red as a tomato by the time she was done working his body over. While not so voluptuously thick as herself, Gann was certainly far more well-rounded than he had been. His hips were thick enough to look feminine from behind, and his ass jiggled as she rotated him with a twirl of her fingers. When he tried to squirm away from her hand on his ass, his breasts bounced enough to come down with a wet, fleshy sort of smack against his chest. 

“Mmmmph!”

“Ah, you’ll get used to it,” she said, leaning up and resting her head on his shoulder. “My playthings always do. But I wonder…”

“Mmmph…w-what do you wonder, Mistress?”

“I wonder…will you just get used to it? Or…”

Drakina leaned closer, her power lowering her new dragoness to the proper height. Her own cock was up now, sliding between Gann’s luscious new ass cheeks, grinding up and against them before sliding right between. His hole twitched, and she chuckled as she nibbled the side of his neck. She could smell how needy he was getting, and as she lifted her hands to his breasts, squeezing them and pulling another moan from his lips, she felt how hard the nipples had gotten. Oh, he was a needy little slut already. 

“Or will my little devotee want to stay like this? A curvy little dragon-toy for his mistress, waiting to take her eggs?”

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmph!”

“Mmm, I see you can’t really talk right now. That’s fine. Your body can do the talking for you.”

She was already slick enough; her pussy dripped down her thighs, her cock throbbed between her legs, and she was oozing pre-cum by the spoonful. Drakina lined her cock up with Gann’s clenching pucker and slid right in. 

As her dragoness whimpered in front of her, arms still spread wide and legs still bound, she thrust away. In, out, in, out, each one bucking deep enough to grind on her dragoness’s prostate. Every few thrusts, she heard the soft ‘thump’ of Gann’s cock swinging up against his belly, and she moaned quietly in his ear. 

“Mmmm, this is what you should be doing, my little ‘ness. Spreading for me…moaning for me…[i]worshiping[/i] me…”

“Ah…ah…”

“You’re close, aren’t you?”

She smiled as she trailed one hand down from Gann’s breasts to his cock. It was throbbing, already, spitting pre-cum from their rut. He was already so close even before her cock slid inside, and now? Now, he was dribbling like mad. She squeezed just behind the head of his cock, licking up the side of his neck.

“Be a good dragoness…and beg.”

“Pl-please, Mistress, let me cum –”

“No, no, not like that.”

Grinding her hips forward and sheathing her cock as far as it would go, she pressed herself flush against his back. Her breasts squished against him, soft, giving, and her balls ground against the back of his. 

“Beg [i]me[/i] to cum in you…”

“Mistress – mistress, cum in me, forgive me, let me – let me have your blessing – mmmph!”

Each little rock of her hips drove her dick in, out, in, out, always putting maximum pressure on his prostate. His cock throbbed in her grip, but the pinch and a little magic kept him from blowing his load. He hadn’t been a good boi, and he needed to earn so much forgiveness as a good ‘ness to get back in her good books. She did not appreciate it when her worshipers gave anything else precedence over her. 

Gann moaned as she reminded his ass where it belonged. Plusher, thicker, it was still [i]hers[/i], and it jiggled every time she rammed home. His hole loosened for her, giving in, becoming a little fuck-hole rather than the pert, tight thing that his lack of worship encouraged. She took her time to loosen it up, leaving it soft, almost puffy from the friction of her cock working it in, out, in, out. 

“Please, please cum in me! Cum in me, mark me, use me, forgive me – fill me, please!”

“Mmm, that’s better…”

Drakina leaned in, tilting his head back so that she could kiss him. Her tongue slipped past his lips, claiming his throat as much as her cock claimed his ass. And in that moment, she filled him, not just with seed, but with her blessing. 

Cum and stardust filled him at the same time, tingling, empowering, marking. It rushed up his hole, and she felt him shiver, trembling against her. She let him loose, and he came, too, shooting his load over the sidewalk. 

And as her power filled him, he shimmered. His scales turned softer, smoother, adding to the feminine look of all those curves, all that ass. She chuckled, slowly pulling out as she let him fall. Gann stumbled, nearly dropping to all fours before he found something to lean against, and she smiled as she watched the waterfall of her seed running out of his stretched hole. 

“Do not forget your place, Gann,” she said, ripping reality back to the giraffe. “I will be watching…and if I see you forget, I will take more.”

“Y-yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”

“Good ‘ness.” 

She stepped through the portal, returning to her summoner. The giraffe moaned, crawling to her and kissing her toes. The dragoness chuckled. 

“There…now…what to do with you…”










[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: A forgetful dragon mistreats his patron. Drakina doesn’t take kindly to being put second-place, and she decides to put her worshiper into his. 

Tags: Male Dragon, Dragoness with cock and pussy, Drakina, M/I, Magic, Goddess, Femdom, Breast Growth, Ass Growth, Anal, Begging, Warlock, Bondage, Standing Anal, Forced Orgasm, Orgasm, Cum, Embarrassment, Gender Fuckery,