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His Magical Mistress

Part 4: Graduation Status

For repanbo

By Draconicon

Several more days passed, and as they did, Drakina watched Gann grow in power and understanding of the magic that he used. He slowly seemed to grasp the fact that he was working with something that had intelligence, however limited, something with its own wants, needs, and abilities to bring to bear upon a situation. The more he grasped that, the more he treated it as another person, another being, and the more that the magic helped him in return.

By the third day past the duel, he had gained enough control that she no longer needed to be on the watch for magical waves crossing the island. By the fourth, he was actually working with the magic to do practical things, like changing the irrigation system of the island and bringing water in from the coast, purifying it as it went. Reality rewarded his submission by giving him what he wanted, just as it followed her orders to give her what she wanted.

They were both working on a different level, but they both had the same result in their practices. Reality itself bent to their will, seduced to their whims.

Drakina was, for lack of a better word, proud of how well Gann had done, but she still hadn't decided if he was ready to 'graduate' to the next level, or even from his studies. It helped that he was as 'seductive' as he was, giving her everything that she wanted with his body in return for...

Well, sometimes nothing. She would be the first to admit that she often used people without getting anything back, but he was fine with that, it seemed. Either through submission or through her own training, he seemed more than willing to offer up his ass or his mouth anytime that she felt the urge to use them.

She would be sorry to see that go.

The dragoness was still in the middle of sleepy contemplation when she felt something soft and wet rubbing along her testicles. Drakina had felt that many times in the morning when one of her slaves was able to wake up before her and had the chance to freely worship, but something felt off about it this time.

Without opening her eyes, she stretched out her awareness, counting the bodies on the bed. One, two, three, four -

Five. With her and three slaves of her choice for the night, that meant that there was one more on the bed, one more that hadn't been accounted for.

She opened one eye, looking past her snout and her breasts, and saw the green and pink tail of her apprentice wiggling in the air as his tongue flicked against her sack again and again. The end of it was teasing enough, flicking her balls up and then letting them fall, but it was the warmth and heat that came with the licks that made it truly pleasurable.

She spread her legs a bit further, allowing Gann to really settle in and work on her sack, and she heard him hum contentedly as he worked. She rolled her eyes, unable to help herself but be bemused at the way that the smaller dragon was so eager to work her over.

Of course, he could have gone for her pussy or her ass, but it seemed that he was far more interested in her balls. Each lick lifted them up, then let them sag down again under their own weight. Every little lick made them feel that much more full.

No magic was being used, though. It was just the natural pleasure of being worshiped and turned on.

After a little while, she knew that she couldn't feign sleep for any longer. Drakina extended one leg a bit further, brushing her toes against Gann's dick. It was already throbbing hard, and she collected a few droplets of pre-cum on her toes before he pulled his head up, looking at her with the slightest of blushes on his face.

Blushes, and a proud smile.

"I managed to fool your wards, mistress," he said, nodding to himself. "No more keeping me out."

"Yes, it seems you did."

She sat up a bit more, looking at the circle around her bed. From a cursory examination, it didn't look like anyone had managed to damage or break them. That, in and of itself, would have been enough to set off an alarm, but the fact that none had meant that he hadn't broke her wards. As he said, he fooled them.

"Show me."

"Awwww, but I was having fun."

"You can go back to having fun in a minute. Show me," she said, booting him out of bed with a long purple foot.

Her apprentice didn't even complain as he hit the floor. If anything, he seemed rather amused as she kicked him past the wards, and he stood up with the same cocky grin that he'd had when he'd pulled his head up from between her legs.

Drakina crossed them at the ankle as she looked at him, gesturing for him to get started. The green and pink dragon cleared his throat, looking at the floor once more.

As she had the other times that he had used his magic, she felt it coming as he opened himself to it, as he submitted to the power around him. It was not as fast, not as quick as what she did, but she imagined that such things would come in time.

As he stepped forward, she felt him reaching out, requesting for the reality to change, making it clear how much he wanted this thing. He bowed and begged in the metaphysical sense, and the magic worked with him.

Reality warped before him, gently opening and unfolding. There was a bubble of sorts around the dragon, allowing him to step through the magic without activating it, passing through it without triggering the pain and the warnings that they would otherwise cause.

It was rather impressive, she had to admit. None of her villagers had been able to come up with something like that just yet, and she just knew it would be a pain in the ass to account for when it came to warning and security spells.

Oh, Drac is going to HATE me for this.

Already grinning, she held out her hand, and Gann took it. Rather than letting him pull her off the bed, though, she dragged him into it. Specifically, she dragged him into her lap.

"Gah!"

"You surprised me. Now I get to surprise you."

"Oh? What is it? Surprise buttsex?"

"Right in one."

"Hehehe, I knew you'd need some help with the morning wood."

"Help is an understatement. You started this, now you take responsibility."

She turned him around, spreading his ass cheeks as he leaned forward from her lap. He had grown in her care, partially from her efforts, partially because of his own, she was sure. Magic was involved, either way, and his ass cheeks were billowy and pillowy, soft and jiggly from the work that had gone into them.

Chuckling, she gave them a good smack, setting them to bouncing around the head of her cock, and he yelped from the sudden attention.

"Oh come on, you know you can take more than that."

"Mmmph. You surprised me."

"I'm allowed."

"Oh, and I'm not?"

She grabbed his tail, pulling it off to the side as she adjusted herself. He whimpered as her cock pressed against his asshole, the oozing, dripping need that she'd cursed his hole with still flowing freely.

"No," she muttered.

"Mmmph. That's not fair."

"Neither is you surprising me, but you still get a reward for it."

"Mmmph...is the reward your cock?"

"Obviously."

"Then can I please have it?"

She answered with a thrust, and he gasped, groaning and curling his toes into her sheets.

Drakina leaned back, spreading her wings out across the bed and her other slaves, pulling Gann up and down along her cock as he panted for breath. His legs were spread out on either side of her waist, his toes almost reaching up to her ribs as she pulled him down on her shaft. His ass cheeks jiggled, bouncing as she slammed him down on her crotch again and again, each time making a cracking sound like a firm spank.

"Mmm, look at the good little fleshlight. So powerful, yet he can't help but bounce on a cock like the slut that he is."

"Not - mmmph - not fair, Mistress...I'm a good...good dragon...I just...like cock..."

"Yeah, you do. Your ass is eating my cock up in record time."

She slammed him down again, and again, and again, each time loosening him up a little bit further, making it possible for her to fuck him a little bit faster, a little bit harder. Each time that she filled him to the brim, she felt him squeeze down, hard, his hole trying to milk her of everything that she had.

Well, she wasn't going to make it that easy.

She used his tail and his hips as a pair of handlebars, pulling him along, using his ass like the sex toy that it was. In and out, in and out, that fleshy, slippery hole giving her a tight grip and a slick entrance. Every time that she pulled out, she heard the soft 'schlick' of her cock sliding along his inner walls, and every time she slammed in, she heard the 'squelch' of her pre being pushed around inside of him.

It was a glorious sound, a reminder of her power over him, and as he started panting over her, gasping, moaning, she could hear his cock doing the same thing, slapping against his belly and leaving slick, wet sounds where it hit his belly scales.

It was a lovely combination of sounds, and soon, the other slaves were awake. They rolled over, watching as their mistress fucked her apprentice, using his asshole, soiling it, defiling it, stretching it.

Neither she or Gann used any magic to change each other. Not this time. Instead, it was just a nice, raw fuck.

In and out, in and out, his balls falling and flopping against hers, his ass swallowing her up again and again. His hole pulled out a bit every time that he slammed his ass down, his pucker squeezing and stroking her cock every time that it could.

In and out, in and out, that wide rump pushing back to meet her again and again, wanting her cock, begging for it.

In and out, in and out, the dragon over her moaning like the cock slut that he always was, and would always be.

She pulled him down hard, and suddenly he stiffened up, gasping, moaning. He arched his back, and she heard the splut, splut, splut sound of cum shooting from a cock. She grinned, even as she felt some of it falling down along her leg and her foot, knowing that he had cum harder and further than he had meant to.

"Heh, that's the first mess you'll have to clean up."

"Mmmph...you...you feel good. It's hard to hold back."

"You're going to feel even better in a bit. I'm not even halfway there."

"Oh god..."

By noon, she'd fucked four orgasms out of the smaller dragon, and taken one for herself in return. She rolled out of bed after one of her other slaves sucked her cock clean, and she stretched her arms over her head.

"Mistress?" Gann asked.

"Hmm?"

"What are we going to do today?"

"Well, not world domination. I'm not up for that."

"Awwww."

"I think we'll go to the beach for a while."

"Why the beach?"

"Because I'm going to commune with some of the water magics out there."

"And me?"

"You're going to sit under my ass and see if you can find other ways to submit to your magic."

"But...why under your ass?"

"Because even though I'm not bringing a chair, I still need one. And your face looks comfy."

"...Okay, Mistress."

"Heh, I thought you'd see it my way."

They slipped down to the beach with nothing more than a thought, though she arrived slightly before he did. It was going to take him a while to get up to speed in the same way that she did, but that was part of the learning process.

She gestured at the ground, and unlike when her buck did the same thing to him in a fight, he slumped down immediately, yelping as he was pulled up to his neck into the sand.

"...I can't touch anything," Gann muttered, squirming about.

"That's the point. Consider it a bout of bondage. If you can serve well enough, you'll get the chance to get out and touch yourself. If not, you only get the chance to eat out my ass and pussy."

"Mmmph."

"You like it."

Flicking her tail up, she squatted down until she felt his head pressing against her rump. She tilted his head back a bit further, making sure that his nose and lips were going in the right direction, then parted her ass cheeks right over his muzzle. He groaned against her pucker, then stuck out his tongue.

She hummed to herself, squatting there over his face, one hand between her legs and rubbing against her clit while the other was focused on one of her breasts. She gave herself a little grope and tease, then looked out at the sea.

There were different magics in all parts of the world, and wherever she went, she had to tell the world to obey her. She carried her own magics inside of her, of course, but that was only part of the magic that existed out there.

There was water magic, air magic, light magic, dark magic. There were elemental powers, and there were spiritual powers. There were hundreds of different types of energies in the world, but they all shared one quality.

They all wanted to do things.

She reached out, and it responded, the water magic instantly pushing at her, learning about her, requesting information by its contact. Drakina smiled, shifting one of her feet so that the heel rested against the side of Gann's face for some extra balance, and gave it what it wanted.

She gave it her name.

She gave it her species.

She gave it a piece of her soul, and let it taste it, touch it, understand it.

The water yelped, trying to pull back, but she seized it with her will, pulling it back to her, stroking it and petting it.

"Ah ah...don't even think about it..."

She smiled as she extended her will into it, the island pushing off lumps of rock, great chunks of mud into the water. They integrated as they fucked, as they roiled, as the sea bubbled and the water frothed about them. The great power of the dragoness nudged and merged with the power of the sea in a brief struggle for supremacy.

And the dragoness won.

She teased the water to form a shape, collapsing it into the form of a person, a mouse, no, a dolphin. A dolphin that had a lovely little rump, a nice little pair of tits, a body that looked ever so fuckable.

She didn't fuck it, though. She teased it, she stroked it, she rubbed her hands up and down it.

"I will give you purpose," she whispered to it. "I will give you the chance to work, to move, to play. I will tell you what to do, and you will do it, and you will move far and away from where you are now."

The dragoness helped it, pulled it, molded it. She gave it body after body, letting it feel the power that collapsed it together, the abilities, the possibilities that each form allowed. One by one, they changed, and bit by bit, it seemed to understand what she was offering.

A place.

A purpose.

Pleasure.

Play.

Service.

It could serve and do things, be used and given action. She would give it everything that it needed, so long as it obeyed.

The water magic could not agree fast enough. She smiled as it blended its power with hers, then faded away, collapsing back into the surf as if the body had never been.

With the wrestling done, she looked down under her again, seeing that Gann was still licking away. His tongue had managed to slide inside of her, working between her anal walls, pushing in as deep as he could get it.

It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, but it wasn't quite the excellent service that she had become accustomed to. She chuckled, shaking her head as she got to her feet. She turned, offering one of them to him, and his licks shifted from her ass to her sole, licking off the dampness of surf and sweat from her foot.

It wasn't much, but it was something.

They returned to the palace later, and Drakina wasn't surprised to find a letter from the dragon's master waiting for them. She held it up to the sun, looking through the envelope, then shrugged and passed it over to her apprentice.

"You might want to look at that."

"What - oh, boy."

"He probably is missing you at this point."

"Doubt it. He's got horse butt to play with."

"He gets bored easily," she said, moving from standing to sitting with nothing more than a thought, the throne under her just as quickly as it ever was. "He likes someone for a while, then moves on."

"That means their body, right? Not just them?"

She shrugged.

It didn't seem to be what Gann wanted to hear, but it was a fair enough response as far as she understood it. The dragon would spend time with a few people regularly, pushing himself to do as much as possible for them, and then he would start moving on. Just like he would buy slaves in other worlds, enjoy them for a while, then set them free in a life without him.

If he pulls that again, I swear I'm going to hurt him, she thought, looking out at the city. He's pulled together a full harem this time, and if he decides that he's just going to improve them and then leave them, I'm going to warp his reality so hard that he's not going to know what hit him.

It was not good for the slaves that he gathered to have a chance to attach so hard and then be turned loose. It was essentially the world's worst break-up call, and he'd done it over and over and over again throughout the years. All that about wanting to make people better, all those talks that they'd shared about him doing everything that he could to change things for the better?

It didn't matter if you didn't stick around.

"Um, he's asking me to come back," Gann said. "Something about needing help with the robocorn going nuts. New upgrades or something."

"Then it sounds like you have a choice," she said, crossing one leg over the other. "Do you go back with what you've learned, or do you say that you want to stick around here for a while longer?"

"I am his pet, you know."

"And I am your mistress," she said, shrugging and spreading her hands apart. "Like I said, it's down to you to make a choice."

"...Damn."

She smiled. She had an idea of which one it would be already, and as with the magic, she doubted that she would be disappointed.

The dragoness looked out the window in the tree palace, her eyes fixed on the skyscraper in the city across the water. She knew that her brother would have been worrying about what she was doing, about how she would teach the little dragon in her care.

He shouldn't. And should.

They'd had their disagreements in the past, but they were still family. She was still looking over him, in a big way, even though he was technically the older brother. Just because she fucked with him from time to time didn't mean that she didn't care.

Just because he was scared of her didn't mean that she didn't care.

"Well, if he's calling me back, that kinda means I have to go, doesn't it?"

"Eh, it means you have a choice. A submissive, a pure submissive, will never ignore an order. However, you..."

She looked at him, chuckling.

"You're not much of a switch, but you're something. You have a choice. Do you want to follow your master's orders and stay with him? Or do you want to stay here and learn more about what I can teach you?"

"That's...hard to choose, Mistress."

"Oh?"

That was not what she'd expected. All things considered, she was used to her brother's slaves wanting to run off as soon as they had the option. They wanted to go back to him, back to being loved, back to being cared for and given more freedom. Few wanted to stay with her and endure the sort of things that she had to give.

She arched her eyebrow high enough that Gann must have gotten the picture, and he rubbed the back of his head.

"Um...I'm not sure how to explain it, Mistress, but it's not like there's a big difference between you and him."

"...That is a first."

"Well, there isn't. Sure, he gives us more freedom, but you both have the same overwhelming power that basically guarantees we stay on the bottom. You both know how to steamroll us with our kinks. He just makes us say we want it, while you know we do and just do it."

Drakina arched the other eyebrow, though she had to admit, it was a fair enough statement. She didn't know if she liked the comparison to her brother like that, but she wasn't going to say that it was wrong.

The longer she stayed quiet, though, the more that Gann felt compelled to say, and she wasn't going to interrupt him just yet.

"And you give me power, and he gives me safety, and you make it insanely hot here, every day, while he gives me more time to be a bit more of a switch. It's a hard decision, Mistress."

"Nevertheless, it's one that you still have to make." She looked out the window again. "And relatively soon, judging by the feeling out there."

It was like a grumpy storm was starting to fill the air above the city. It was nothing bad, not like there was some disaster, but it was clear that the black dragon was getting annoyed and a bit stressed.

And that's why you keep all these subs around, she thought. They're not there for you to play therapist with. They're there to take care of you.

Not that he would really treat most of them that way. He was too 'nice' about it, too eager to see that they were doing better than to use them the way that they wanted to be used. Oh, he could tease. Oh, he could tease and he could fuck and he could break them if he really wanted to, if he ever got riled up enough for it. But most of the time?

He was just wanting to make them happy. He was a dom, alright, but he was a dom that served rather than a dom that took.

It was one of the few things that genuinely got them to argue with one another. She saw slaves and subs as a way of enhancing oneself, of indulging and gaining pleasure. Sure, you made them better if you could, but they were mostly there for her benefit, not her there for theirs.

He, on the other hand, always insisted that a master must take responsibility for their slaves at all times, that a master must be available to help them, must be there to make things better for the things that the slave gives up. All well and good, except that he didn't let the slaves do the things that they were there for.

She sighed. Likely, it was an argument never to be resolved.

"Regardless, you still have to make your decision."

"..."

Gann looked out the window with her, and then back at her, then out the window. Drakina shook her head. The fact that there was conflict told her that it was going to go to her brother again.

When they had freedom of choice, they always went back.

She sighed, already starting to imagine which of her villagers she'd invite back to bed tonight. It'd probably be an orgy, just for the sake of making sure that she worked out all her aggression and annoyance before falling asleep. She'd need some of the horses, too, someone that was big enough to be a good dildo for her pussy. Maybe one of the dragons, too, someone that could indulge the egg stuff.

Could probably start working on a farm for that, she thought with a chuckle. Build up a group of buyers that want dragon egg toys or -

"I'll stay here."

"I figured you might." She blinked. "Wait. What did you say?"

"I think I want to stay here," Gann repeated. "I haven't finished my training just yet, anyway, and Master Drac has a lot of people still in the harem. Whatever's going on, they can help him deal with it."

"You know he's bad at that. He'll think he doesn't need help."

"Oh, he knows he needs help, it's why he asked for me," the dragon said, holding up the letter. "I'm the one that's closest to Ellyra, so he wants me to come in and help him figure out how to handle her at the moment. But...he is the master, and he has quite a few others that are more than willing to help him if he'll let them. If he doesn't want to ask, that's his problem."

"...Heh, are you angling to get a punishment from him by refusing?"

"Maybe a little, but that's not the main reason. I just want to get stronger." Gann smiled. "I just want to get better at this."

"Well, then."

She smiled, hiding the extra bit of glee in the back of her head, the little part of her that wanted to punch the air in triumph.

One of his wants to stay with me! One of his wants to stay with me! that little part of her cheered again and again, whooping it up in the back of her head. YES! I beat you, brother! I beat you!

For all that she was celebrating inside, she kept herself to a slight smirk on the outside. The dragoness crossed one leg over the other, her cock going up over one thigh.

"Well, if you're going to stay, then you might as well pick out one of the rooms in the palace for a more permanent set of quarters. And, if you're going to be my apprentice, I suppose you should have someone to tend to you. Pick out one of the villagers. You're obviously stronger than them, and they'll bend the knee to you if you ask."

"I was thinking one of the horses. Really make them remember that a smol derg is stronger than all of them."

"A good message to send."

"So, uh, should I go and..."

"Yes, you do that."

"You don't need any -"

"Anything I need, I have over a dozen slaves in reach of a thought. Go."

She nodded, and the other dragon darted out of her throne room. The purple dragoness barely restrained herself as long as it took him to leave, and as soon as he was out of sight and out of earshot, she jumped to her feet, straddling her throne with a foot on each arm, and flipped both middle fingers out the window at the city across the sea.

"Suck it, brother! Someone chose me over you for once. Ha! 1 down, 9,999 to go!"

No doubt that her brother had heard the decision by now. If he was still scrying, he'd see this, too. Drakina turned around, slapping her big purple ass.

"And you can kiss this, too. I don't care that you're ahead, chalk this one up as a win. He had completely free will in this, and he picked me. Sometimes, people want a dom. Sometimes, people LIKE what I do. Not always. Not even most of the time. But sometimes. And that's enough!"

She laughed, even as a great big finger of storm clouds flipped her the bird in return. At a thought, the clouds above her island returned the gesture.

The two dragons bloated their giant cloud hands until they blotted out the sky, fingers soaring into the mid-atmosphere before both sides gave up at the same time. Drakina didn't care. She still felt like she was floating on air.

The Sorceress of Suresh continued to grin as she willed a portal back home, opening a split between the dimensions and planes. She looked back through it at the tentacle flora and the big-dicked fountains of cum that some of the fauna had become. The old world of Suresh beckoned her to come back, and she was happy enough to accept the invitation for the moment.

After all, if she was going to give Gann everything that he needed to succeed as a sorcerer in his own right, she needed some of her things. Things that she'd buried because she thought she'd never have this chance.

Things that would turn Gann into a sorcerer that could stand on his own or with others as he chose. Seeing someone choose her...it had given her a huge boost, and it made her want to see how many other 'correct' decisions he would make.

Amazing how attractive free will is when someone actually picks you for a change, she thought, closing the portal behind her. I might just have to see where this goes...

The End