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Drac's Rule 34 Harem (Reboot)

Chapter 7: A Fox's Plans

By Draconicon

With a knife to the base of his cock, even a dragon should be mildly concerned. His scales were strong, and he had little doubt that they would turn the blade if Robin flicked it around with more than a threat in mind, but it was still disconcerting to have a weapon held to his groin. Draconicon held very, very still as Robin swung himself up and around with his other arm, never moving the blade from his crotch.

Having the fox sitting right in front of him should have been a little bit sexier than it was, considering that he had his pants around his ankles and Robin was all but face-to-crotch with him, but there was just enough of the rogue's free mind in those eyes to tell him that he wasn't going to get the same easy pleasure as he had with Little John.

"I'm still waiting for an answer, good sir," Robin said with a chuckle. "And I'd like one quickly; my good Maid is waiting for me."

"Oh? Did your Merry Men miss you?" Draconicon asked, still smiling.

"Hmm, perhaps. Or perhaps I want to see if you tell me the same story as they did?"

"A story of magic, mayhaps?"

"Mayhaps, perhaps, and indeed. Heh. My, but you are a jaunty fellow with a knife to your balls."

He was, though that was at least partially forced. However, considering Robin was still completely himself without any apparent weakness to the dragon's pheromones - at least, not yet, not more than showing a slight boner in his tunic - Draconicon shrugged.

"I was merely showing a bit more of my magic to Little John. He was curious, and I let him indulge his curiosity."

"Is that so?" Robin asked, chuckling. "And his curiosity just happened to lead him right between your cheeks?"

"I may have seen whether he could be tempted, I suppose."

"Release him, that's a good chap."

Despite the lack of full release for himself, Draconicon went along with it. The knife wasn't quite threatening enough to push him back, but he didn't want to give the game away just yet. He slowly used his tail to guide the bear back, Little John's dampened cheeks pulling off his rump. The bear's eyes were half-swirled with color, hazed over with half-true, half-artificial lust.

Robin chuckled, shaking his head.

"I haven't seen him like that in a long time."

"Well, I am magical," Draconicon said.

"So my men said. Putting them to sleep and encouraging my second to spend his time under your tail? Quite a trick."

"I have a few."

"Clearly."

Robin slowly stood up, keeping the blade down. Even as the fox stood up properly, the dragon still towered over him, seven feet compared to just over five. The thief chuckled, leaning back against the tree, twiddling the knife back and forth, occasionally bringing the sharper part of the blade to the base of the dragon's cock, then pulling it away.

"Any chance that you'll be putting that away soon?" Draconicon asked.

"Hmm? Oh, this?" Robin chuckled, tossing it up and catching it by the point. "Does it bother you?"

"Not as much as you probably want it to."

"Ooh-de-lolly. Magical and armored? What a find."

Nonetheless, the smiling fox tucked his knife away, and not long after, Little John groaned, rubbing his face and grunting under his breath. The fox and dragon looked back at him, and the bear patted his cheeks a few more times before opening clear eyes.

"What just happened?"

"Apparently, you found someone whose rump you find even more delectable than my own," Robin said with a chuckle.

"You're kidding - wait..."

The bear turned, looked the dragon up and down, and Draconicon smiled and waved. Little John groaned, covering his face and shaking his head.

"I'm gonna pretend that never happened."

"Ah, but it did."

"Rob, I swear if you keep bringing it up -"

"Never fear, Little John. Why don't you go clean up and tell the men that I'll be with them in a minute, along with our guest? I think he and I need to have a little chat."

Little John arched an eyebrow, but didn't question the fox. Draconicon didn't say anything, either; this was what he wanted, after all, though he hadn't expected to be held naked like this. It wasn't the worst situation, but it was hardly the one that he had imagined when he'd come here.

Then again, what did I expect? Robin and Maid Marian at my feet, eager, hypnotized little sluts?

While an arousing thought, he'd be the first to admit that it didn't change the story or make it more interesting. Something more was needed.

As the bear left them alone in the tree, Robin leaned back against the trunk. He crossed his arms over his chest, the fox's tail twitching, his ears flicking. Draconicon glanced back to the hat still resting on a branch a few dozen feet away, nodding his head toward it.

"Nice trick."

"Thank you, thank you. It's one I've been meaning to try."

"Well, it worked. I didn't know you were there until it was far too late."

"I'll remember that. Now...why are you really here?"

"Besides offering to help out, you mean?" Draconicon asked. Robin's eyebrows rose, and he knew better than to try and push it. "A mix of boredom and loneliness, I guess."

"My good man, it must have been the worst boredom imaginable to send you here, to Sherwood Forest. My Merry Men are hardly the sort to be the most welcoming to anyone outside our cause."

"Perhaps, but they can be welcoming. As Little John proved."

"Indeed...and as you proved, you can make people do things." Robin tapped his chin with a small smile. "I think we can use that."

"...I've heard that you should never trust a smiling fox. I'm starting to see why."

"Oh, you haven't seen anything yet."

"Robin?"

A feminine voice interrupted them, and Draconicon turned his attention to the source. A muslin-capped vixen had poked her head through the branches below, looking past him and up at the fox against the tree. She cocked her head to the side, narrowing her eyes as she looked the dragon in the eye.

"Who are you?"

"A potential ally, my dear," Robin said before Draconicon could answer. "And one that I think we can certainly make use of."

The way that Robin grabbed his ass as the fox slid by had him...intrigued, he supposed. Contrasted with Little John - and even the lions from the previous world - he was well-past forward. If the wily thief had a plan already, then the dragon honestly looked forward to it.

I suppose I can let them take the lead for a while...

"Well, he certainly has the hips to attract attention," Robin said, walking around the naked dragon. "And if they saw him from behind, I can't imagine the Sheriff's men not being interested..."

"Somehow, I'd hoped that my aid would be more dependent on my magic than my ass." Draconicon rolled his eyes. "And are the ropes really necessary?"

"It's my darling's way, I'm afraid," Marian said from across the room. "Of course, from what he says, you could always break free..."

The tone in her voice said that she would have liked that. He imagined that she would have liked some of the other ideas running through his head even more, though that might have been wishful thinking.

Then again...

Draconicon put the thought out of his head. He was, after all, still a guest with the Merry Men, with Robin Hood, and that meant certain levels of politeness were still expected. Even if he was tied up for this particular meeting.

He looked up, shaking his head at the ropes around his wrists that bound his hands to the ceiling beams of the treehouse. Marian was right, of course; he could break them with ease, though it would have risked damaging the tree. The lack of clothing didn't bother him either, despite Robin's continued groping and teasing, nor the way that both foxes would turn to leer at him, even the seemingly modest Maid Marian whenever he turned to meet her eyes.

No, it was merely the fact that he had come here with great power, offering them true aid, and they were more interested in embarrassing him. Whether that came from a lack of trust, or simply the urge to embarrass anyone of authority, he honestly didn't know, but it was a little irritating.

"So, let me see if I understand this correctly," Draconicon said. "You want me to present myself to the Sheriff and his soldiers, as a distraction, completely nude, while you and your men sneak into his office to steal back his taxes, and then meet you again later, if the Sheriff hasn't chosen to arrest me?"

"Ooh-de-lolly, I think he's got it," Robin said with a small chuckle.

"I think that you're vastly underestimating what I'm offering you."

"And I think that you don't understand my position here. Or how suspicious you are."

It was a fair point, if an irritating one. Draconicon looked up at the bindings once more, shaking his head as Robin rubbed his ass, furry fingers sliding along the swell of his hips and back towards the space between them. One actually went so far between them as to rub against his hole, brushing the still-slick entrance a few times.

"So, this is less because you think it's an effective plan, and more so you can be sure that I'm not actually here to mess with your plans and your men. That I wouldn't just let myself get fucked if I wasn't genuinely here to help."

"You must admit, it's not a bad plan."

"Well, not unless you consider the Sheriff a moron, which, to be fair, he probably is. But...you're also seriously discounting the amount of danger you're putting yourself in." Draconicon smiled. "Would you like a demonstration?"

"...Marian, my love. If you'd give us a moment?"

"Hmm...I think I won't." Marian shook her head, standing up. "If you must risk yourself, my love, I will do the same."

Robin groaned slightly, but that was as much time as the dragon was willing to give them. He had allowed a great deal of indignity already; he was quite done with it. And he had more choices of magic than anyone really knew.

A moment later, the ropes burned off his wrists, turned to ashes in the blink of an eye. He brought his hands down, rubbing his wrists and shaking his head. Both Robin and Maid Marian went from cocky and slightly smirking to concerned, even slightly fearful in Robin's case. But the dragon only held up one hand, shaking his head.

"I don't want you to be afraid of me -"

"Quite hard to believe that," Robin said.

"...After that, I suppose it would be." Draconicon shook his head. "But let's think about that for a moment. I could have gotten free at any point, but I allowed you to do what you wanted to feel comfortable. I only used my power when I believed that you were about to do something very, very stupid, wasting the chance to use me properly.

"Now, that's not to say that you can't go back to that plan...but if you're going to do that, I want you to know that I am doing it against my better judgment, and against what feels like common sense, all because you want to make a point. Do you really want to do that? Do you?"

Robin and Maid Marian glanced at each other out of the corners of their eyes, and Draconicon waited. Their looks were the sort of any loving couple on the surface, but he could see the implied messages that were flitting just below the surface.

Eventually, Robin sighed. He stepped outside, and Maid Marian turned her attention to the dragon directly. Draconicon didn't bother covering up even as she blushed slightly, merely standing with his arms crossed over his chest. The vixen sighed.

"I apologize for my Robin's way of doing things. He gets a little carried away sometimes."

"I admit, he's got reason to be worried, but after all this -"

"It's not just that," Maid Marian said, shaking her head. "He's always like this. With the Merry Men as well as any strangers. He feels like he has to show who is in charge, and make sure that nobody forgets it."

"...Is it a fox thing?"

"Heh...somewhat, I suppose," she admitted, shaking her head. "We aren't always seen as the most imposing creatures, after all."

He supposed that made some sort of sense. Robin was, after all, one of the shortest of the Merry Men, as far as he'd seen when they left the first tree and went back to their little village. The fox would have needed something to keep order among the various bandits that he kept on a leash. Otherwise, they would have tried to keep him on a leash, and that probably wouldn't have gone so well.

He glanced at the door, then back at the vixen. Her eyes came back up from his crotch, almost as if embarrassed from staring.

"I'm sorry. That is very...distracting."

"I'm sure."

"Are you going to..."

"Cover up? Not really. Robin was already planning on whoring me out as a distraction. I doubt that he or anyone else really minds me being naked."

She blushed, as he had half-expected her to. He included her in the list of those that didn't mind him being naked. Certainly, she hadn't bothered not staring when he had been tied up, ostensibly controlled from her point of view. He imagined that there had been plenty of fantasies running through her head, just as there always were when people were around him. He inspired it. He brought it out of them, made them curious, made them want to try things that they hadn't tried before. When they were more 'indulgent' already, it was even harder for them to resist.

The fact that Maid Marian snuck out so often to be with Robin told him that they were rather indulgent already. They wouldn't risk that merely for love, particularly with the political realities of everything out here. They would need more than kisses.

He smiled. He could give them that.

The dragon brought his wings in tight to his back. Marian tensed as he looked her over, but he could make out two little bumps at her chest. A little arousal, a little anticipation, perhaps?

Well, that was good...but he would deny her. At least, for now.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to abandon you or Robin here. I'm still going to help."

"I believed you would. But if I might ask...how?"

"Well, what do you need?"

"Many things. Gold, weapons, men -"

"And women, too, I imagine," Draconicon said.

"Well, yes, but mostly the others. Supplies and the means to use them."

"And deny them to Prince John."

"...Yes."

"Robin. Are you still listening?"

"Of course," said the thief from just past the door.

"Then you might as well come back inside."

Maid Marian blushed as the fox returned, keeping her eyes up. Draconicon could imagine what was going through her mind without having to use his magic to confirm. She was thinking of just what else might happen between her and the naked dragon, or what he might do to Robin as 'revenge' for the indignities that they had pushed upon him.

In truth, he was at least a trifle tempted to take something from them. But...that would be better suited for something in the future. Something after they dealt with Prince John and the supplies that they were short on.

He cracked his knuckles.

"Show me your first target."

"Hmmm. You may be on to something, Drac, old chap," Robin said.

He shrugged. It was a simple enough spell, simply done en masse rather than individually as he had with the Merry Men earlier. A small troop of rhino soldiers had been guarding the tax house and armory of Nottingham, and a little whisper of magic had been enough to drop them all into a deep sleep. Robin and his men had been able to approach with ease after that, and Little John kept them coordinated as they started looting the place.

With the guards snoring loudly and not likely to wake up anytime soon, they were free to do what they wanted. Maid Marian had even come along - she was not due back at her restrictive palace before mid-day tomorrow, according to her - and she was just as surprised as her lover. They walked back and forth between the guards, with Robin shaking his head and Marian just staring, jaw agape.

Draconicon supposed it was a little overwhelming. They hadn't realized that magic could be real until a few short hours ago. Now, they had evidence of just one part of its power, and proof that it was - for now - on their side.

And of course, they still didn't know what he wanted. He hadn't been clear on that, mostly due to the fact that Robin had started with the BDSM right off the bat and they hadn't really had the chance to talk. The fact that Little John had been careful to stay out of his way ever since coming out of the trance had made it clear that the bear remembered at least part of what had happened to him, which probably meant that there was some mistrust there, as well. A pity, too; he was a good ass-licker.

"I say, Drac. Are you listening?"

"Not as much as I should be," Draconicon admitted, turning around to face the fox and the sleeping rhinos. He adjusted his robe, pulling it a little tighter around his middle. "Would you mind repeating yourself?"

"Not at all. I was saying that you did a marvelous job, and we owe you."

"...That's a twist. I thought you'd be angling for something more after that."

"Heh, I might be a thief - though I'd deny it in proper company - but that doesn't mean that I can't see when someone's done me a favor. With what you have, you could throw Prince John out of the castle...but you could just as easily throw me in it. I don't want to get on your bad side."

"...Glad that we understand each other there, I guess."

"But at the same time, I don't want this favor hanging over my head. So...what do you want, hmm?"

"What do I want?"

"Heh, unless you want me to do something for someone else, yes. What do you want? It's yours."

"You, of all people, should know better than to offer someone a blank favor."

Robin arched an eyebrow before sighing. The fox covered his eyes as he shook his head.

"Look, old chap. I know that I'm probably getting in over my head. But better a favor that's a little much for me than getting on your bad side. That kind of magic...I don't want that against me. I don't want you tempted by Prince John or the Sheriff. If you decide that they can give you what you want and I can't...well, it won't end well for me."

"...Then how about you send your Merry Men off somewhere else, and you, me, and Maid Marian can talk?"

"...Marian?"

"Yes." He smiled. "All three of us."

Robin didn't fear the dragon, but he was...concerned...about just what the stranger would ask. He was more than willing to give favors of his own, of course. He knew the power of debt, and he knew the way that it would weigh far heavier on him in the future than any shame or embarrassment that might come out of this now. He wanted to clear that, but to have Marian involved...

He glanced back at the vixen. She was not privy to what was being said between him and the dragon, but he'd not missed the way that she looked at their new ally. Somehow, he doubted that she'd be bothered by any 'undignified' requests that the mage asked.

Nodding, he walked way from the dragon, darting over to Little John as the bear climbed out the windows of the tax house. His second chuckled.

"Looks like we got a hell of a haul tonight, Rob," he said.

"Glad to hear it, Little John. Get everyone back to Sherwood, and then make yourself scarce."

"What's the trouble?"

"No trouble. Just paying off a debt."

"He's asking for this?"

Robin nodded. Little John grimaced.

"You sure about this, Rob?"

"Not at all, but better to pay this debt now if we need another favor."

"...I hate it when you're right. Watch yourself, man."

"Of course. When do I ever do anything else?"

And with that, the Merry Men began packing up and heading out. The fox watched them go with scarcely a hint of the concern he felt on his face, but there was more to be done. So, he turned to his lover, and found that Marian had already snuck up on him, resting her hand on his arm.

"Robin? Is something wrong?"

"Hmm...I'm not sure. But our visitor wants to talk with us. About a favor."

"Us? As in...both of us?"

"Yes, apparently." He shook his head. "I'm sorry. I'll do my best to keep you out of this, but -"

"I can handle myself, Robin. Don't worry about me."

And as soon as she said that, he didn't. He smiled, pulling her into a brief hug as the Merry Men completely disappeared. Alone save for the dragon and the sleeping guards, the two foxes walked up to him hand in hand. Even those empty white eyes weren't that intimidating as long as they were together.

"Alright, we're alone. What did you want to ask?" Robin said.

"Do you remember how you had me tied up?" the dragon asked.

"...Yes?"

"We're going to start with that."

"Start?"

"And see how far we can push it..."

Of all the places Robin expected to end up that night, the jail was...surprisingly high on the list, though he'd ended up in a position that he really didn't expect. The chains had been re-arranged, some by hand and some by the dragon's magic, and he was no longer dressed as he hung from them, his arms behind his back and his legs bound spread-eagle. His tail was chained up to the back of his neck, and his cock hung embarrassingly low as Maid Marian slowly tugged on it, teasing him even as the dragon watched from behind.

"Mmmph...my love..."

"Don't let loose too soon, darling," Marian whispered.

"Mmmph...you almost sound like you're enjoying this."

"Perhaps I am..."

"Ah..."

"Mm...and I think you want me to, my love...I can feel it through your shaft..."

The fox hissed softly as she squeezed right at the base of his shaft, pulling at his knot ever so slightly as it started to form. He hadn't thought of this as how they'd spend their night together, but -

He gasped as she leaned in, kissing his sac. The feeling of her soft lips was enough to keep him fully hard, fully engorged, despite his helpless position. He could feel the dragon's eyes on him from behind, but despite his compromised position, he didn't feel quite so helpless, or even in danger, as he might have done with someone else.

Still a little, though. Still a little. The fox was not so dimwitted as to believe that this would be a one-time thing. The dragon had managed to convince him to do this once; who was to say that he wouldn't demand it again?

If it was just him and Marian like this, he would have been fine with that. There would have been something erotic, different, new to their love life. They had played with ropes and bondage before, but always with her being the one tied up. She'd enjoyed the idea of being played with as a bandit's toy, and he'd enjoyed that, as well.

But this time...

He shivered as he felt the dragon's eyes on his ass, knowing that the larger male was taking in the view and likely enjoying it. Robin tried again to pull his tail down to cover his ass, but there was no hiding it. His hole puckered in the cool night air, and his cock -

"Nnngh!"

Another gentle kiss, and he almost went over the edge. Marian stopped then, squeezing just ahead of his knot, keeping him from cumming right then and there. She bit off a giggle as she looked up at him, and then kissed his cheek.

"Is he ready?" the dragon asked.

"I think so. He's close," Marian said.

"Good. Help me while I help him."

Help?

Robin's cheeks burned as he imagined the vixen doing something with another male. They'd occasionally discussed it, passing about the idea of inviting Little John to their little romps, but it had always been turned down. He wasn't always happy with the idea, and when he was almost comfortable with it, she wasn't in the mood. They'd never really had a third between them.

But the idea of doing that now...

There was something in the air, he knew, something that was almost like the magic that had pulled Little John into the dragon's ass. He remembered seeing the bear buried up to his cheeks between the dragon's rump, panting, gasping, moaning. There'd been nothing but bliss in the other man's eyes, no guilt, no shame, nothing, and he was starting to understand how that felt as Maid Marian dropped to all fours under his hanging form. He watched as she pulled up her dress, showing off more of her legs, and then the curve of her rump. His cock jumped, knot pulsing, the whole thing eager and hard...and so far from any real stimulation.

He had a split second to dwell on that before the wet feeling of a tongue under his tail took those thoughts away.

"Ah!"

Robin arched his back, his eyes going wide as he felt the forked tips of the dragon's tongue doing what Little John usually did, except a great deal better. His toes curled tight as he felt his cock jump against his belly, his hole puckering against the slender tips moving along his hole, and he huffed, puffed, and grunted every time that it lapped against him harder than he expected.

"Mmm...seems like you're not used to the pleasures of a dragon's tongue," the mage said.

"Mmmmph..."

"If you like this so much, I wonder how you'll react to feeling me inside you."

Robin doubted that he'd be able to take what the dragon had. He'd had an up-close look at it earlier during their prior conversation, and it was huge. No, well-past huge, it was enormous, and -

And he stopped thinking as the tongue pressed past his rim and went inside. It had the presence and warmth of a cock and the dexterity of a finger, and then some, and it was wet and slimy and -

"Mmmph...ah...ah..."

"Mmm, Robin, love, you're dripping all over my back..."

The way that Marian said that only made it worse. His cheeks burned as he realized how much he was getting off to the feeling of the dragon's tongue back there, how little work it had taken to get him all worked up. And...

And on her back...

Not on her dress...

It took some straining, but he managed to wiggle himself around so that he could look down at her, and his mouth dropped. Marian, his Marian, had her mouth wrapped around the head of the dragon's cock. And she was completely naked.

"Ah...ah..."

"I wondered if she'd be interested ever since you tied me up, Robin," the dragon said, taking a break from licking. "And it seems she's not the only one interested..."

It was too hot, too intense for him to have a clear thought about anything at that moment, but his cock answered for him, shooting a line of pre-cum along the vixen's back as she continued to bob her head around the head of the dragon's shaft. He never would have thought that he'd be aroused by seeing Marian like this. Okay with it, perhaps, tolerating it for her sake, but aroused...

"Mmmph...ah...ah..."

And the dragon's tongue as it slithered between his cheeks, brushing against his pucker in a very different way to Little John's clumsy, forceful licks, did not make it any easier. He groaned, his fingers curling into fists and his toes curling as his legs tensed. He tried to close his legs, tried to pull his cheeks tight, but the chains and the dragon's hands kept him in place.

And the sucking sounds continued, drawing his attention to Marian over and over and over again.

By the time that the dragon pulled his tongue free properly, Robin felt like he'd already been fucked, already been filled with slime and left dripping. His cock throbbed in relentless need, and he heard Marian pop off the dragon's shaft once more, gasping for breath the way that she usually did after he rutted her.

It didn't make him feel less, though. It made him feel...how did it make him feel? Happy?

Yes, happy. Happy that she was getting what she needed, too. Happy to share her and see her so aroused from it.

"I think you're just about ready, Robin," the dragon said, patting his ass, keeping the cheeks spread. "I think that you're going to enjoy this."

"Mmmph...you...you are a blackguard, you realize this?" the fox said, though not without a smile on his face.

"Heh, of course...but you aren't complaining."

He wasn't. Oh, he most certainly wasn't.

The wet tip of the dragon's cock popped between his cheeks, and he groaned as he felt the heat against his pucker. That was so, so, so different to the gentle heat and pressure of the dragon's tongue, and his tail flicked up that little bit more that it was capable of while still being bound. Marian chuckled beneath him.

"Well, Robin, I think we see what you want," she said. "Now, why don't you just enjoy getting filled by our new friend...while I enjoy watching you get filled."

She leaned back, and he stared with blushing cheeks as she started fingering herself, even as the dragon's thick tip started to push past his entrance.

The End

Summary: Draconicon continues his fun in the land of Robin Hood, this time with Robin Hood himself and a bit of Maid Marian.

Tags: M/M, M/F, M/M/F, Bondage, Nudity, Consensual Cuckolding, Rule 34, Maid Marian, Dragon, Robin Hood, Fox, Rimming, Teasing, Series, Musk, Interrogation, Oral, Blowjob,