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Falling Into the Dragon's Arms

For Inscrutable

By Draconicon

Rachael Reynard, raccoon thief extraordinaire, had her heist all planned out. Break in through the ceiling, send a diversion down the ventilation shaft - a bat, something that the guards would believe was just an accident rather than something intentional - and then make her way into the Ancient Artifacts section of the museum. Divert the power supply rather than turning it off, find the ancient tablet of wisdom that was supposedly written by a dragon scribe hundreds of years ago, and then book it.

It went perfectly right up to the point where she picked up the tablet. Then things went very, very wrong.

Rachael had barely touched it when it shocked her, sending a blast of painful electricity through her arms and up to her shoulders. She dropped it almost immediately afterward, the tablet hitting the ground and shattering. At first, she thought it was some sort of anti-theft device, and was ready to run.

Then, the smoke started rising from the tablet.

...Oh. Great. A REAL curse this time...

Knowing from experience that running only made the cursed spirits angry, she crossed her arms under her breasts, tossing her head back and letting her hair run down over the back of her neck. Hopefully, this time it was a little less of a little bitch. She had a few safeguards in her suit, a couple of containers of holy water - this had happened before, after all - and she hoped that, combined with the blessed knives, would be enough.

The smoke coalesced into a shape that was seven feet tall, and the smoke didn't get any brighter. As a matter of fact, it seemed to get darker, becoming pure black that ran from the floor to the head at the top of the silhouette. Horns popped out of the creature's head, running over the top of his scalp towards the back of his head, and great, bat-like wings spread out from his spine. Fingers spiked with claws and toes likewise appeared, and the smoke slowly pulled together to form a robe of shadows before anything else could be seen between his legs.

It was only when his eyes opened, revealing a white emptiness, that Rachael spoke.

"Well, welcome back to the world and all that. Are we going to have a bit of a tussle here, or are you nice enough to let me go?"

"...That's quite the question for someone that's been locked up for years."

"Yeah, I'm in a hurry. I'm already on borrowed time and the guards will be back soon. That bat's not going to distract them for long."

"Really?"

The black-scaled dragon lifted his hand, his fingers momentarily flaring with a fire as dark as his scales. He snapped his fingers, and suddenly, the world went silent. Rachael blinked, slowly looking around, and then turned back to the dragon again, her face falling.

"You froze time."

"Locally, of course."

"...You're a lot more powerful than the last cursed thing that I let loose."

"And you're quite a bit more intelligent than the average thief. Not to mention far better looking. Are all females wearing such tight clothing these days?"

"...It's for the job," she said with a blush on her cheeks.

"It's certainly flattering. Would you be looking for another job?"

"I don't sell myself."

"You should." The dragon smiled. "That way, you get paid instead of just getting taken."

"Is that a threat?"

The black dragon chuckled, holding up his hand again. The raccoon tried to grab for him, going for her knives, but she only managed to draw one before her body stopped listening to her. She gasped, her eyes staring straight ahead as the dragon walked toward her. His power held her fast, not allowing even the slightest hint of movement aside from her eyes, heart, and lungs. They still moved, but everything else might as well have been a statue.

"You are definitely possessed of fire..." He smiled as he stroked a finger down along her neck, his claw finding the zipper in the front of her suit. "Ah, yes. It works as I imagine it would."

He pulled it down, and he did it so embarrassingly slowly. The raccoon's cheeks could not have been more red as he dragged the zipper down, revealing the sides of her bra, and then the top of her panties when he reached further down. He kept pulling, dragging it back between her legs, showing off the camel toe that she had down there.

"Quite the fine sight...but I desire more."

Click. His magic released her from stillness, but her arms still moved out of her control, reaching for the shoulders of her suit.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm helping you undress. After all, I would like to 'thank' my rescuer with a night of pleasure. And after that...well, a wizard could always use a thief."

"You mean a whore," she said as she dragged one sleeve off, then the other.

"That position is also open, and quite likely could be filled by you. We'll see how you feel...after this..."

Soon, the latex catsuit was down around her waist, and her hands were undoing her bra. She blushed worse than ever as the strange dragon continued to flick his fingers at her, almost like he was controlling a puppet rather than a person. Her fingers found the catch for her bra, pulled at it, and soon, it was falling down, and her breasts were exposed.

The way that the dragon stared at them, she was sure that he was going to start playing with them, bouncing them around. Instead, he made her give them a good, firm grope, enough of one to make her pussy that much wetter in her panties.

"A good pair...but I want to see all of you."

He snapped his fingers, not once, but twice. She knew that one had to be what was making her reach down to her waist, what was making her step out of her suit, but the second -

"Mmmph...ah..."

Rachael blushed a bit, almost feeling - no, not almost, definitely feeling - a sense of odd excitement as she dragged the suit down her legs. It was almost like she was enjoying pulling off her clothes, like she was finding some strange...some strange pleasure in showing off her legs, her breasts, her entire body. The dragon's white eyes continued to stare at her out of the darkness, and his fingers continued to control her movements as she stepped free of her clothes.

As he made her slowly move in a circle, her cheeks burned all the hotter. It wasn't just the humiliation of being shown off, though. Not entirely, at least. No, that was down to the feeling of heat that was slowly rising between her legs, almost like this was something that she fantasized about.

Click.

Another snap of his fingers, and she shivered as if she had felt a feather passing along her clit. She started to spread her legs more as she moved, almost as if she was getting into it. She felt the slightly slimy feeling sliding out from between her legs, the odd, damp feeling on her thighs as her legs started to soak with her own juices.

No, I'm not...I'm not getting into this...I just...I just like people...admiring...

But when did she go from wanting to be admired to wanting to be an exhibitionist? That was the part that she didn't understand.

Not that she was given much time to figure it out. She 'danced' for the dragon for a few rotations, and by the time that he called her to a stop, she was sweating, dripping wet with hard nipples. She fixed him with a glare.

"You...you're doing something to me..."

"Obviously, yes," he said with a chuckle. "But good on you for spotting it."

"What are you doing to me? What kind of magic are you using?"

"Oh, just something to make it a little more enjoyable for you. After all, there's no reason for you to hate what we're doing." He smiled at her. "No reason to not be anticipating it, my hot little raccoon."

She gasped as he flicked his fingers upwards, almost like he had shoved something in between her legs right then and there. Her eyes went wide, her breath coming hot and fast.

"Now...turn around. Spread your cheeks for me."

There was very little choice in the matter for her, even if she was red-faced and starting to enjoy it. The master thief turned around, slowly bending over one of the empty display tables. She pressed her breasts into it, reaching back and touching -

Click.

"Nnnngh! Stop that!" she snarled.

"Oh? Did you really just bare your teeth at me?"

Click.

She gasped, moaning, shivering as she went up on her tiptoes. Her body felt like it had been set on fire with sensitivity, every strand of hair as sensitive as her clit, and it only got worse from there. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as she strained to keep hold of her own mind while she gasped, moaned, came from the slight breath of air as the dragon stepped closer to her. As her juices slid down her legs, she came again, and again -

Click.

The orgasms stopped at three, leaving her a gasping mess as she clenched her fingers into her ass cheeks. She couldn't let go, and for some reason, she didn't want to. She liked showing off her pussy, showing off her ass to the dragon behind her. He might be making her like it, but that didn't mean that it was any less pleasurable to do it.

And now...now he had his stuff on display. She could feel something impossibly thick rubbing between her ass cheeks, sliding all the way from her pussy up to her asshole and then back down again.

Despite its size, she almost begged him to put it in her ass. Something in her craved it when she had never allowed anyone else to do that to her before. She bit her tongue, shaking her head as he humped her slowly.

"Heh, not there yet, are we?" the dragon asked. "Don't worry. You'll know what you want by the end of this. You'll know how to be a good little..."

"Mmmph...Slave?" she asked.

"I don't like to use that word. Let's say...employee...Now...which hole first..."

The End

Summary: A raccoon named Rachael breaks into a museum to steal an ancient tablet. However, when it breaks and a dragon is released from it, things start to go wrong really, really fast.

Tags: M/F, raccoon, dragon, body control, forced orgasm, fetish implantation, exhibitionism, stripping, arousal, orgasm, cum, magic, Draconicon, impending slavery, corruption,