title: Shrinking the Dragoness aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Amethyst_Mare] id: [48359988] date: 星期五, 八月 26日 2022, 10:48:43 上午 modified: 星期一, 八月 29日 2022, 10:27:41 上午

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Shrinking the Dragoness

Author: Amethyst_Mare Source: Shrinking the Dragoness

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by MircroAR


Caleb smirked subtly as he stood before the lair of the dragoness. No one but him would have dared to go – and he would not have done so if he had not had the medallion tucked away safely in his pocket.

He was not usually the kind of person to be brave like that, truth be told, but he had made sure that he was prepared, wearing a thick pair of trousers that would at least protect him temporarily from her fiery breath with their special coating, sturdy leather boots and a long coat that would protect his arms and chest. Of course, there were not many substances in the land that would hold up to dragon fire, but he could but try, for he only had to come close enough to draw her into his grasp and spell.

Daylight might have shone outside, but the mossy cave, set into the side of an ocean cliff with waves crashing on the shore below, would hold only darkness within.

He did not need to duck on entering, for it was sized for a fully grown dragon to live there comfortably, sand softening under his feet as he walked. It was wet, leaving an imprint of his passing behind, though the clawed markings of the dragon were only visible the further inside he went, a blue light torch clasped carefully in his hand. Caleb did not honestly know if it was true, but he had heard it would ensure that he was undetected for as long as possible. With all that he had in mind, tucking his longer, blonde hair away from his face, from where it curled down past his ears, though it was mostly slicked back, that would be sorely needed.

He wanted her, after all, the beautiful, blue dragoness with dark blue scales. He did not know her, but he sought to own her, so greedy for a claim over the mighty beast that he may as well have been a dragon himself. It was in the nature of a dragon, after all, though his cock throbbed within his trousers, licking his lips, keen to get things started.

Of course, if everything went wrong, he would end up bitten in half or incinerated to a crisp, so no one would ever learn of his dirty dealings, but Caleb very much wanted things to go right, to see the beautiful Azura shrinking, smaller and smaller, before his eyes…

“Who dares disturb me?”

She thundered, down a tunnel, in the back of a cave that opened out on another part of the shoreline, her wings spread, teeth bared, scales glittering in the dim light filtering down. It looked like the cave might have been part of a tin mine shaft at some point, but that didn’t matter to her, as long as it was suited to her and the best place for her to make her home. Azura roared, deafening him, though Caleb only laughed and bore the brunt of the blast, even as her claws cut up the sand, preparing to attack.

It all happened in a split second, Caleb’s hand flashing up with the medallion, on a gold chain, dangling from it, swinging back and forth.

“Be still!”

He cried, filling his lungs with air and sending his voice forth with power that he had not known he had had. It could have been more dramatic than it was, the dragon already bounding towards him, though she let out a cry, yanked back as if an unseen, giant hand had caught her around her midriff and put her back in her place.

“What is…” She struggled, frozen in place, barely able to do more than squirm. “What have you done to me? You are just a human!”

Fear gripped her, though she still fought, baring her teeth at him and fighting, wriggling, though it must have been more comical than anything else. By no means fearful, even though she was the only dragon in those parts, having defended her territory vehemently, enough so that she had even managed to scare off larger drakes.

Staring down at the small man, barely even reaching her knee, she reeled in horror at the medallion.

“That!” Azura snarled, heartbeat racing, fluttering in her chest with an aching, driving pound. “You can’t use that against me! This is not possible!”

An ancient dragon medallion of control. Some had said that it was a myth, but it was clearly by no means any kind of myth as he smirked and muttered something, an incantation of ancient rites. Her whole body stiffened, legs folding, bringing her to the sandy floor of her cave with a thump, grunting as her body vibrated.

She wanted to move, but she could not! As much as she felt as if she was thrashing and fighting, it was as if she was fighting against invisible bonds, staring in horror as magic that was beyond even her and her capabilities, her jaw clamped shut. With that upon her, a wrapping of magic like a heavy layer of snow, an avalanche from the mountains of her homeland that threatened to bury her, she was weighed down, immobilised, a puppet in his grasp.

“Well, well, well,” he chuckled, approaching her with a grin that promised everything that Azura did not want. “Who would have thought that the mighty dragoness would fall so easily? I would have thought that you would have put up more of a fight…”

He didn’t mind that, however, not as he freed the throbbing hard-on from his trousers, his erection pushing out as he lowered his trousers enough that with the belt undone and the button popped free, it could make itself known. It had sprung to life quicker than even he had anticipated, though Caleb’s mind was on one track, locked down by greed, want, desire above all else.

“Stop!” She cried, though even Azura knew it was no use, Caleb coolly approaching her, walking around behind her and moving her tail with the aid of the magic medallion to shift her tail aside, exposing her. “You don’t have to do this – we can work something out! A trade!”

He cocked his head at her wickedly, knowing his evilness even when he should have, perhaps, been smarter, kinder, wiser. But even those that had been given everything in life could fall when offered the right opportunity.

“Oh? But why would I do that when I already have all of you…” He groaned, rocking against her, pumping his cock a couple of times, just to ensure his readiness. “And your pussy…”

She should have seen it coming, but it was all happening so quickly, even if he could not press inside her at that time. Rather, Caleb could have done so, but the size of his cock would not have even been felt by the dragoness, the towering rise of her rump and the inviting swell of her slit calling him in.

He shed his clothes entirely, letting his trousers fall, ripping the laces of his boots free and kicking them off, hastening. The medallion’s effect would not last forever as he slipped up against her, more eager than ever, calling on its magic to do all that was needed.

And only an orgasm from her would do…

“Stay still,” he joked, pressing up to her slit, head and arms first. “It’ll be easier for you, in the end, my lovely dragoness…”

Azura shrieked, but there was nothing she could do as the man, the perfect size for her, entered her pussy, his head and shoulders disappearing into her, arms stretched out before him as if he was diving. At first, she thought it was a fetish, something that he would use her for and then leave again, leaving her dirty and disgusted but, thankfully, unharmed. And yet it had to be more than that too as her body quaked from the stimulation, the man whose name she did not even know wriggling deeper and deeper inside her, stimulating her with his hands, twists of his body.

Against herself, her body could not help but respond, groaning long and low, aching for the need to swing her head back and forth. And yet that was denied to her, squirming uselessly, a dragoness who should have been able to defend herself and yet had been rendered immobile by one tiny bit of magic. How humiliating! All she could hope for was that the magic would not last long, for all ran away, with time, like grains of sand through an hourglass.

If she could hold on for long enough, she might have a chance to fight back. It was her only hope.

Yet she could not resist, the pull and pulse of her body around the man’s aching, as if she was being penetrated by a real cock, something that her body could use, something that it ached for. Azura’s breath caught, flanks shuddering with it, trying to heave, to pant, but the magic even restricted that. All she could do was feel, lost in it, eyes wide and straining, though he was going to do what he was regardless of her wishes.

“Ohhhhh!”

She couldn’t help herself, crying out in orgasm as her body, suddenly grew tighter. But not just in her pussy while he wriggled back out of her, panting and heaving, slick with her juices but quick to use his shirt to clean himself off again. No… Oh no, it was in her whole body, the dragoness trapped where she was, fighting and squirming, but shrinking too. She shouldn’t have climaxed, she knew that, but the needs of her body were so great that she quailed in fear, turned on and yet fearing it, both at the same time.

Horror clamped down on her and she howled as she shrank, climax taking her down with it, need coursing through her. It wasn’t right, she shouldn’t have been as turned on as she was, but her pussy was practically drooling, dripping with her arousal even with that one orgasm. It wasn’t right, not as she shrank and shrank and shrank, feeling as if she was being squeezed down on herself, too big for her skin and scales, until she was roughly half her size.

The cave seemed bigger, looming over her as she wanted to quail, frightened, panicked, yet still so very turned on.

It didn’t make sense.

Nothing made sense.

“It worked!”

A little of his controlled demeanour slipped as Caleb, triumphantly, punched the air, watching her struggle with a great deal of relish. It was a turn-on, though he had not been able to get his whole body inside her before she shrank, which was a shame, but he wanted her to be a better size for him. His head came up to her shoulder now, though she was still not small enough for him, still not a good size for him to make his pet.

He groaned, rocking his hips back and forth, cock as hard as ever. His first taste of dragon pussy had drawn on a need for more, though there was no reason that he shouldn’t get everything he wanted, practically drooling over the sight of her, panicked, thrashing, yet still dripping wet. That was a side effect that he had been told would happen when he used the medallion, but he needed her to climax to keep the shrinking in effect, one time after the other.

An easy task for someone already addicted to dragoness pussy…

“If you don’t fight it, it’ll go quicker,” he told her, though he meant it as a lie, confusing her further, Azura twisting her head around, glassy-eyed. “You don’t have to push back against me so hard… I will make you feel good, my little slave dragoness…”

But it was not under her consent, even as his words stimulated something deep inside her, his hands on her pussy, pressing around her slit, rubbing and teasing. Azura moaned and tried to rock her head to the side, though the magic restriction denied her even that, her sex pulsing and twitching. Her body worked without the consent of her mind, even as her heart hammered, a sick chill of fear coursing through her, thrumming a hair’s breadth under the surface.

No… Oh, no, it was wrong, breath coming in short pants, smaller, weaker. And yet her body burned with heat, aching for it all through the fear.

She felt everything, with the restriction to her movement still in effect, as if one of her senses had been taken away from her. and yet it seemed that everything else had been ramped up, heighted to such an extent that she could hardly believe that any time of arousal before had been in place to begin with – for nothing at all compared to the tingled, pulsating horniness coursing through her then, raising her body temperature. If Azura had been free at all to move, she would have been groaning and rocking her hips back while her mind screamed at her not to do it, to resist through the terrifying horniness, though she was still trapped lying on the sand, her belly pressed to its wetness, her pussy at the perfect height for the human to please.

No… Not to please. She shook herself, trembling violently. She couldn’t think like that, even if it did feel good, so good, so very good that she didn’t know what to think. Her pussy drooled, his fingers finding the fat round of her clit, where he flicked and rubbed it, laughing all the while. But why did it make her so wet? Why did it make her feel like she needed a big drake dominating her, pinning her down with his huge, strong body, even forcing her? Oh, how she needed someone bigger than her.

No… No, it could not be, she could not want it! For it was not a dragon that she had fantasised about – privately, of course! It was a human, though not one like Caleb, one that cared about her warmly, softly, who held her close and pleased her thoroughly. That fantasy had been an old one, one that Azura had not thought would ever rise to the surface ever again, much less with a man that had stalked into her cavern as if he owned it, overriding even the crash of waves on the shore outside.

It made her stomach twist in fear and, still, the arousal was there, a pumping, driving beat that he controlled, controlling her. Azura panted, eyes wide and strained, bulging, though there was nothing she could do – and, somehow, that hit the right spot for her. Her heart pounded, adrenaline pumping through her, telling her to flee, even from her arousal, yet the heat of her body dragged her back, locking her in place.

Yet she melted for him, squirming, panting, heaving, grunting. None of the sounds that Azura made sounded at all like they should have come from her lips, licking her lips fervently – one of the few things that she was able to do. She drooled, moaning, his hand inside her, pumping his fist back and forth to stimulate her, though the dragoness was too far gone to fight back.

It was not her, it wasn’t her… And yet she was powerless against him.

She just had to hold on, she told herself, even as he massaged around her slit, finding sensitive nerve-endings that she, honestly, had not thought about in years. As much as she groaned and rumbled, however, he was unrelenting in his attentions, groaning too as he massaged her sex, even kissing her clit reverently. It was almost as if he was getting into it too, though Azura was in no place of mind to work out what the man who was abusing her, taking her against her will, had in his mind.

He had to be sick, she thought, groaning, trying to twist all over again as she groaned and moaned, panting, licking her lips. Over and over again, she repeated the same limited range of motions that she could, the very tip of her tail curling back and forth, tongue lashing out, though the medallion, it seemed, restricted her further if she tried to breathe fire. She could barely get her head craned around, pulled back into place every time she tried, but she wanted to see, some illicit, sordid part of her hungering for it.

Azura didn’t understand that hunger, not one little bit. But she didn’t have to either, not as he brought her closer and closer to the edge, using his hands on her pussy, massaging her slit, sliding his hand inside, even trying to get his other hand in at the same time.

“Hehe…” He laughed, though Caleb seemed to pronounce his chuckle. “I always wanted a hot dragoness girlfriend… But I never thought I’d have one as slutty as you! You’re loving it, look how wet you are!”

Of course, he knew that that was an effect of the medallion, but he could not help taunting her, showing her that it was no longer Azura who was in control, something that she would never have in his presence. Not if all went to plan, that was, not as he wanted it to. And he wanted to demean her, to satisfy his need for dragon pussy. As he ran his tongue over and around her clit, experimenting with pressure, lapping up her juices like a man dying of thirst, he wondered how he had picked up on an edge of dominance.

Caleb had not thought that that was him, not before, but he wanted to try more, to see more, to do more. He had to try, had to see what more lay there, the lure of control too much for him to resist. Maybe the ability to be dominant had been there all along, though it was down to him to find it, to ride it out, to feed and to nurture it, letting her shrink and shrink and shrink...

But he lavished attention on her pussy, working his hands together, palm to palm, inside her, pumping them back and forth. He laughed at her squirming, her moans, the heated rise in her cheeks that turned the blue of her scales there a darker shade. She was so helpless against his will and whim and he loved it, all in a way that he had never anticipated could be possible. To see her trapped, without even any bondage, physically, present to hold her in place, was the most delectable thing he could have imagined. Even then, his cock was so hard that he thought he was going to below his load right there and there, curling his toes into the dryer but still damp sand of her cave.

The roar of the ocean, rising and falling in wave after wave, would have been a soothing backdrop if not for his arousal, his need, though Caleb had to control himself. Sure, he could fuck her at her size, but her pussy would not be tight enough for him yet, not as he wanted, not the cock sleeve of a dragoness whore that he wanted at his feet, begging for him, begging for his cum. Why, she was almost already at that point, shuddering and grunting and whimpering, even trying to dip her head. Yet the magic of the medallion forced her to keep her head high and elevated, trembling on the brink of orgasm.

Already, he knew that she was close and he took pride in pushing her over the edge, letting her moan, letting her body ache and pulse around his arms. He even spared Azura a moan himself, a grin twisting his lips sardonically, both his hands inside her, pumping back and forth. And if she could clench and squeeze that hard around his hands, he could only imagine how hard she was going to grip his dick when he was finally inside her.

She couldn’t help it, falling, fading, whimpering, her tongue hanging out of her mouth like the slut the man had said she was, though she could barely even remember her name anymore, much less try to find out his. It didn’t matter, not as waves of need coursed through her, orgasm no longer enough to satisfy her, even though she thought it should have been so. Azura had never needed more than one climax before to sate herself, but her body tightened in on itself again, squeezing down and around the core of her, shrinking as she squealed breathlessly. A jolt of fear, shuddering and jittering in her locked-down legs, lanced through her, shaking her body.

“Nooooo!”

Her tormentor, even if a bigger and bigger part of her leaned hungrily into everything he had to offer her, laughed. Azura barely heard it, shrinking so that she was about the size of a gryphon, or even a dragon not worthy of the name. A gryphon only stood the size of a pony, not quite tall enough at the wither to be a horse, strong and powerful, yes, though they were nowhere near as mighty as she had been! Humiliation washed through her, wave after wave, though it was hard for Azura to even think straight as he pounded her with his hands, dragging one out and leaving only the single, very tight fist inside her, working it back and forth lightly.

“My pretty dragoness…” He murmured. “You’re much better now you’re smaller, you didn’t need all that size and weight behind you anyway. You’re going to look so sweet in my bed, crying out for me to fuck you.”

Azura shuddered, heat rushing through her, curling deep and stroking her inner fire. Oh, that sounded good, horrifying, but good at the same time, and she didn’t understand why that turn-on was there. She could barely close her mouth, drooling openly, wanting it, though her begging for it was something she would force aside, close off in a locked chest, hide away where she didn’t have to think about it anymore.

No… The dragoness heaved for breath. No, if she was going to beg for anything, it was going to be for release, for her pride, her dignity. She would not tell him that she was turned on, that she wanted it, no… Even then, she wanted to reel away from it, to run as far as possible, her body be damned. She didn’t need to listen to it, her mind, emotions and body in conflict with one another, scales itching as if the horror of what was happening to her was trying to crawl out.

No… No, she would never beg, never stoop so low, a proud dragoness, even as she shrank. She’d find a way out. In response to that thought, her pussy clenched around him, tightening on his wrist as if she was trying to milk his hard shaft for cum even then.

“Please!” She begged, imploring him with her eyes, turning to the side as much as she could to lock her gaze with him. “Don’t do this to me! What do you want? What can I give you? I’ll leave here, I’ll give you my treasure, my territory, my connections with dragonkind! Anything you want, it will be yours!”

Caleb laughed, though there was no sincerity in it, no humour, only dark pride and domination.

“Oh, dear Azura,” he murmured, rubbing his jaw, though that did not hide the smirk to be found there. “There’s nothing at all you can give me other than what your body is already doing for me. I want your pussy and that’s what I’m going to get – and you’re going to be mine, all mine, my dragoness slave and girlfriend. For as long as I want, but, really, I can’t see myself ever getting tired of dragoness pussy – do you?”

It was not a question that Azura was ever intended to answer, though she reeled in horror and arousal, both rising within her in equal amounts. He couldn’t… No! He couldn’t plan that? Would humans be so cruel?

And yet the thought of being fucked and taken repeatedly swam through her mind, overpowering all other thoughts, his hand out of her, pussy too tight for him to comfortably fuck and arouse her like that anymore. But what Caleb could do as she whimpered and begged without words for release, penance, mercy, anything, was take her hips against him, crouching down with his cock perfectly lined up with her sex.

He relished in her scream as he sank into her, his cock filling her for the first time. As much as he had liked using his full body and his arms to stimulate her, that was what he wanted. Was there any point in him fucking her, after all, when he wasn’t getting his pleasure from it too? No, that was what it was all about for him, grinding in hard and fast, uncaring of her pleasure. Her orgasm would come either way as the much smaller dragoness moaned and grunted, sending out little puffs of smoke from her nostrils.

“In the end,” he grunted, leaning over her and grabbing one of her horns to drag her head back. “Mmm… My pretty dragoness. Your flame will not be enough to even light a match, not when I’m done with you. And doesn’t it feel good to let go, to give in to me?”

She whimpered and shook her head, though she was still held by the magic, stopped from yanking herself free from his grasp. Azura may not have known what his words were doing to her, but she did know that her body ached for it, so slick, so hot, so wet, clamping down around him. It had been a long time since she had mated with anyone, for she had not honestly enjoyed the attention of drakes all that much, but to have a human over her, taking his position of power, using his size to control her… Even if she did not understand the magic making her so horny that she would have fucked him even if she had been free, she needed something, anything stuffed in her aching, dripping pussy, stomach churning, worry twisting inside her. Even her guts ached, the centre deep inside her that urged her to mate, to breed, to do everything that a dragoness in the thick of heat should be doing. She didn’t think she was in heat though…

He left her with little time to consider it as he fucked her, however, taking long, deep strokes of his cock, using every inch at his disposal. He wouldn’t have wanted to waste a single second with the dragoness, after all, not as his time was running out with the medallion, but, if all went to plan, he would have her so small and so weak and so compliant by that time that she wouldn’t be able to resist him at all. It was not a perfect plan by any means but it was the best one he had at that time and one that was most likely working a lot better than anyone that had sought to control a dragon so far had had. He had not heard of any success stories out there, though he took great pride in his own, sinking into her pussy, again and again.

Truly, there was nothing else he needed to worry about, not as he fucked her harder and harder, perhaps his sheer joy in all of it making him hold back from that point of orgasm.

“Mmph… You’re so…tight!”

“Please…” Azura forced out, tears in her eyes, though they were not from pain or fear, not anymore, not with how fervently her heart hammered from him, not even understanding the feelings coursing through her. “Don’t… Don’t shrink me again… I’ll do anything…”

Yet Caleb was no longer listening to her, no longer caring, not as he ground up against a spot inside her that had her legs shaking, even where they were curled under her. He leaned heavily over her back, forcibly shoving her tail out of the way, intent only on making her orgasm, for it was that which would seal the deal for him.

Azura trembled, wanting to push back, though she vaguely felt the grasp of magic weakening around her, even if her body wanted him, ached for him, didn’t know what it was going to do without him. She didn’t understand her need, why every stroke of his shaft felt so very good inside her. Her heart ached desperately. What would she do if he stopped fucking her? Would she lose herself, no longer be the proud, strong dragoness she was? But Azura didn’t at all feel like that anymore, moaning, whimpering, letting him cram his hot dick into her, her juices slick and sloppy around him.

Maybe it was better that way, panting, whimpering, trying to find the words with which to beg…but he had only laughed at her that time. It hadn’t done any good and he hammered into her with single-minded intent, burning with need, his skin warm against her scales, though nothing compared to the heat of horniness inside her.

She couldn’t help herself – screaming out her climax, fighting against her restrictions as they gave a little again, shuddering as if the spell was fading, giving up its grasp on her, her heart surging. She had to believe that it was going, she told herself, even as her pussy rampantly milked his dick, flexing and pulling rhythmically, not in control of her muscles but rocking back slightly in such a way that it appeared that all was deliberate.

“Ah…” Caleb shuddered, pulling out from her so that he did not cream so quickly, as much as he wanted to, watching her quiver through orgasm, rubbing her clit between his fingers. “Mmm, you’re good like this, but what if you were…smaller?”

Her eyes widened – she hadn’t even thought of that! Not that there seemed to be anything that could be done about it as she squeezed in on herself again, gasping for breath, down and down, smaller and smaller, all until she was the size of a large dog, though her tail most certainly was not wagging. She whined, trying to bob her head in upset, yet even that display was denied to her, wings still and stiff against her back.

“No…” She cried, though her pussy pulsed, her mouth dry with fear, trying to lash her tongue around her mouth. “You’ve got to reverse this, you can’t leave me like this!”

And then she felt it, the immobilisation shifting, wavering, as if something that had been draped over her was moving, slithering off under its weight. She gasped, lunging forward, taking a deep breath – oh that felt so good! And yet that breath was filled with sex and musk, inhaling it deeply, greedily, shaking her head even as Azura stretched out wings that had been cramped for far too long.

The tunnel! She lunged for it, giving up on begging and pleading, escape the only thing on her mind. Her body didn’t matter, not even with how her sex dripped and drooled. If she could get to it, she would be free – yes!

Sand scraped between her claws and she wheezed as he grabbed her tail, yanking her back.

“Oh no, you don’t!”

He was too quick for her, pinning her to the ground, no matter how hard she thrashed – and she couldn’t get a flame out! No matter how she tried to strike a flame in the back of her mouth, it just wouldn’t come, the man flipping her onto her back and shoving his cock straight back into her wet, swollen pussy.

And, just like that, it didn’t matter anymore, a long, drawn-out moan rising from her lips, rolling on and on and on. She shuddered in place, wanting to fight back, but the weight of him over her was almost as restrictive as the immobilisation spell of the medallion had been, holding her there, pinning her down.

“You like it really,” Caleb huffed, taunting his victim, relishing in his newfound power over her. “So small, so weak… Unff… But the perfect size for my cock!”

It was not consensual, despite her moans, and he didn’t care one bit, grinding into her, again and again. The tightness of her… Oh, it was succulent, hot and wet, gripping his cock. Her muscles there were much more developed and he knew from her last orgasm that she could flex and massage his cock with them, if only she put her mind to do.

“Go on,” he hissed through his teeth, ruthlessly taking her. “Do it. Milk my dick for my cum, you know you need this.”

Oh, his towering, overpowering height… It stirred something deeper inside her than even Azura could have imagined. Oh, she needed it, fearing it with a sick twist at the same time, nodding, whimpering, hardly even knowing what she was doing. There were tears in her eyes but she didn’t know if they belonged there, not as she squeezed around him, massaging his cock with her inner muscles to the best of her ability.

“Mmmph…” Caleb’s head rocked back, his hand on the base of her neck, another play on control. “Yeah… Fuck…”

He had to hold back, but the tightness of her pussy around him had her grunting and wriggling, panting heavily as her much smaller chest juddered for air. She had to get off, had to orgasm, had to do something, anything, to relieve the tension inside her! She’d already climaxed so many times already and she knew what would happen if she allowed it to be, though Azura found that she didn’t care anymore.

Well, she did care, but she didn’t have the willpower to do anything about it. She had not given up fully, not yet, but there almost didn’t seem to be any point in fighting back, not when he was so big and strong, looming powerfully over her, making her weak at the knees. Azura bobbed her head, whining, twisting back and forth – yet orgasm came in a blast she did not expect.

With every pulse of ecstasy, she faded, becoming smaller, less of herself, down and down, the size of a cat, though her tail did not act as such as, finally, she knew she had to submit. He had captured her, used magic against her, and there was no going back from that. She did not struggle, only moaned, taking her pleasure from his control, the shuddering tingle of having so many orgasms crash over her, one after the other, as if she was a rock in a storm, the sea set on wearing her down.

Maybe the fear…did not have a place in her after all. Maybe it was better to allow the heat to consume her, her fire burning her up, from the inside out.

Azura shuddered. Or maybe it was all out of her control, her mind and emotions not to be trusted anymore. The dragoness no longer knew how to tell.

“Unff… Yes!”

Caleb leaned hungrily over her, the dragoness so small, even tighter on his cock. With her limp, he grinned and stood, holding her down on his cock, nothing more than a sex toy to him. Her blue scales were even prettier when she had been miniaturised, the best fit for his cock, like a fleshlight that had been perfectly designed for his dick. She was too small, really, but he loved how submissive she looked, giving in to him completely and utterly. He didn’t need that fight, not when he could use her like a toy, grinding her up and down on his cock, a smirk widening on his face.

That time, with the magic having fully worn off, he knew she would not grow any smaller than she already was. It was up to him to enjoy, to have his way with her, though her orgasm…hm… It was pleasing to show her how much he was in control of her, though his thoughts had not drifted to what he could do for her, which was most likely quite in keeping with her being taken against her will, forced to shrink, reduced into a small, pliable form until she felt, with the magical horniness, as if she had no choice left to her other than to exist.

She groaned, her head hanging, barely even able to support herself. Dimly, she was aware of her body building to another orgasm, yet it was not something she could fight. Oh, she was so tired of fighting and she wanted his dominance, the feel of his cock pulsing inside her, how big it was. It didn’t honestly feel as if it should have fit inside her, yet it was there and he was the man that she had never openly said that she wanted, looming, towering, a strong, powerful human who could take her and use her and shove his bigger cock into her much smaller, and tighter, body.

Azura moaned, shuddering bodily, flapping her wings as her body was ground up and down. Not all quite in the way she had imagined, yet she could not help her body tightening as he picked up the pace, the squelch of her pussy as she sank onto his cock, tail dangling, filling the cave.

They climaxed together, Caleb finally letting loose what he had held back solely for the magic, thick spurts of virile cum flooding her bare pussy, drooling out along the length of his cock. In the cocktail of their lust, their bodies came together, thrust after thrust, spending himself inside her.

“Mmm, my lovely dragoness toy,” he teased her, flicking her muzzle, wiping a smear of her arousal off on her scales as she gasped and moaned, settling her down on his cock when the last dribbles of cum drooled up inside her, wanting his fill. “You’re going to go so well… But better when you wear these, hm? My pet.”

Without removing her from his cock, he secured a tight leather collar around her neck, the dragoness too exhausted to do anything about it. Her orgasm had taken everything she had out of her, a leash clipped onto the collar, so much so that she couldn’t even stand on her own four feet when he plopped her back on the ground. Her belly was swollen from how much seed he had pumped into her small body, pussy gaping and drooling in a messy cream-pie, though the cave was not her home anymore.

In shrinking lust, she had found dominance in size play, the size difference between them, the man looming over her, comical, humiliating, spine-shaking. He picked her up, tucking Azura under his arm, collecting his clothes to leave the cave with his new conquest, the dragoness squealing and squalling and fighting him all the time. Her pussy dripped with his cum, her arousal slick on her scales, betraying her lust while her heart hammered in worry for her future. The smile never left his face for even a second.

After all, he had plenty more fun to think up to have with his new dragoness girlfriend…or toy, as it was!