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Some Private Debauchery

For MetalR169

By Draconicon

They were not technically siblings, but Draconicon and Drakina were seen as such by most people that knew them. The black dragon and the purple dragoness did share a bloodline, but it was a little more complicated than most people really made out.

And more to the point, so was their general relationship. The hyper-dom aspect the dragoness embodied meant that she was constantly trying to conquer and enforce her will - usually in a good way - on those that she saw that she fancied, while Draconicon - at least in his own mind - tended to 'advise' a culture or a people or a group, nudging them towards a different sort of way of life of their own choosing rather than just enslaving them.

Most of the time.

But as much as they argued over each others' methods, debating the morality of instant slavery versus the more long-term, cultural obliteration that could result from the long game, they still found some common ground. There was something to be said for being eternal creatures in a game that just never ended, and the fact that they were just about equal in power meant that they had an understanding that few others did. After all, there were reasons that pantheons were hard to break up; they might all hate each other, but they all understood each other, and that mattered.

Of late, the dragons had been slowly repairing a feud that had been going on for the past few hundred years, and were slowly coming to a treaty of sorts. Drakina was not allowed within her brother's city without prior invitation and/or consent, and when she was there, she was only allowed to take control of those who signed up to a list for that kind of thing. In return, Drac was only allowed on her island when he was not in his more prudish states of mind, with the full acknowledgement that she was the proper authority there, and could do as she liked. With him able to fight back, of course; as she said, there was no fun pushing another dragon without some push back.

The treaty was all but settled, but when their mutual acquaintances weren't looking, something else flashed in their eyes, something that came up every time that they looked at each other. In the past hundreds of years, they had barely seen each other, but each meet-up had been a frantic fight for domination over the other, as a matter of dignity if for no other reason. Sometimes, she'd won. Sometimes, he won.

But neither had ever really done it...consensually, so to speak. And they both wondered, as they had with their magic: who was better?

Eventually, the two dragons couldn't leave the unspoken question alone, and without warning, they disappeared. It was time to settle this.

"You do know what we're here for, right, Drac?" Drakina asked, the purple-scaled dragoness reclining in front of the fireplace. She wiggled her toes, no doubt intentionally, and he looked up and away. "Just lose the robe. It's not like we're going to be wearing clothes for this."

"You won't. I might."

"Mmm, you're just worried I'll jump your bones the moment you show it off. Shouldn't you be more concerned about hopping on mine, hmmm?"

Draconicon rolled his eyes as his 'sister' gripped her dick at the base, giving it a little waggle and making it dance between her thighs. She had her legs crossed at the ankles, lounging back with her balls supported by her thighs. It was the perfect picture of indulgent teasing, and he knew for a fact that she was posing just like that to keep him off his game.

No, no, that...that wasn't right anymore. She wasn't quite the same super-predator of a dom that she had been. Not anymore. He didn't know what had mellowed her out, but when he'd made her back in the days of desperation, back when they'd both been major powers of the dragon realms before their banishment, she wouldn't have settled for a simple tease. The air would have been filled with her magics, spells of enchantment and hedonism already working through his veins to get him hard, horny, needy for everything that she could give him. This time?

This time, there was none of that. And it threw him. He sat across the room in the small cabin in the middle of nowhere, his robe running down to his ankles as he folded his hands over his lap. His 'sister' looked over at him, her eyes - a slightly lighter purple than her scales, but no less brilliant and bright than his own white eyes - meeting his gaze.

"What's the matter, hmm? I thought we both knew what we wanted this time."

"In a way..." He sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I'm just not sure that it isn't a trap."

"Drac, dear. Trust me. If this was a trap, I'd have come here earlier. And you know me."

"...Heh. Yes." He shook his head. "You can't think that far ahead."

"Now that's a little insulting...but not entirely wrong," she said, shaking her head in turn. "Just because you're the one that plans centuries ahead -"

"I wouldn't say centuries; you can't play chess that long."

"Okay, generations, then. Just because you plan that far ahead doesn't mean everyone can."

"Yes, but most people plan at least a couple days out."

"And?"

"And I'd be surprised if you have a plan more than two minutes down the road."

"That's how I can react so fast," she said, chuckling as she sat up properly. "But do you really think this is a trap?"

"...Logically, no. But I think that you're up to something."

"Yeah. The same thing that you're up to. Seeing if you're still as good...or if I am."

"You?" Drac blinked. "You, the Duchess of Suresh, the Sorceress Supreme, the -"

"The goddess of the debauched and profane, the devil-mistress of the sole?" She chuckled. "Oh, I remember my titles as much as anyone, yes, but you know how it goes. You spend all that time with nobody that can compare, and you start getting lazy. Or at least, I do. I don't know about you."

"...Sometimes."

"And I don't know if I still have that magic touch. But...with you..." She smiled. "I think we can both find out how good we really are."

"...Maybe."

"Drac." She reached out with her tail, stroking his with the tip. "We've got the treaty basically hammered out. Out here, there's nobody else that'll get in the way. Nobody to see what we do. Just you and me...like the old days."

"...Back when we were fighting to survive...and that was the only real distraction."

"Heh, what a way to stay upbeat."

"For you, at least."

"Oh, you had your turns, too. Remember the egg-scare?"

"Ugh. Don't remind me."

"Oh, I don't know. It might have been fun." She looked down. "And besides, some part of you must have liked it. You're getting hard."

Draconicon could feel that. The stiffening down below was hard to ignore, and harder still to pretend that it wasn't happening. He bit back the reaction that he wanted to have, the annoyance and frustration that had been all but built in after this many years, and reminded himself that this was the new Drakina, the one that wanted to be closer. The one that was probably holding back her own natural urges at this point. The black dragon sighed, rubbing the back of his head.

"Alright...alright."

"Mmm, then you're ready for some fun?" she asked, her tail trailing further up his, almost to his ass before he caught it.

"Almost. Ground rules."

"Alright...What do you have in mind?"

"No mind-breaking. Hypnosis is fine if you can get an opening, but no trying for a perma-shift."

"Agreed. Any limits on bondage?"

"Nothing that can't fit in the cottage. And nothing that'll die when we leave."

"I can agree on that. And as for me..." She tapped her chin, slowly smiling. "I don't think I have any limits."

"Even -"

"If you can force it on me, then I deserve to take it. But if you can't...then I don't see any reason to protest."

"...You're crazy."

"Always have been, 'brother'. Always have been."

Draconicon shivered. He didn't know why that got to him as much as it did, but despite all the years apart, there was something taboo and intensely arousing about the idea of fucking his...

His 'sister'. Even though she wasn't born of his mother, nor sired by his father, Drakina was nonetheless his sister, a created 'twin' of sorts. She had popped into being fully formed, fully adult, and had had this hyper-sexual attitude right from the start. They had the same bloodline, but it was an odd, strange relationship. Incestual without being incest, siblings without being related.

And somehow, hotter for it.

"So...now?" she asked.

"Almost."

"Oh, what now?!" she groaned.

"A time limit. Fifteen minutes on top, and then you swap to the bottom. Understand?"

"Hmmm...now that's an interesting challenge."

"What, you think that it's too long?"

"No, I just wonder if I can get you begging for more in just fifteen minutes." She smiled. "Alright. But who goes first?"

It ended up being Drakina that dommed first. Chosen by the flip of a coin that neither of them altered, the dragoness grinned as she stood up properly. Draconicon had a split second to feel her magic coming, knowing he could counter it, and chose not to. The purple fire of her magic ripped through his robe, destroying it and stripping him to the scales, and he blushed as she looked him up and down.

"Mmm, you still look as good as you used to..."

"You've never been able to stop looking at me."

"That's because I know how much you like it, Drac," she said, stepping forward until she had her cock pressed to his. "And I know how much you like to be the big brother..."

He growled under his breath, their cocks grinding together as she squeezed them together. Her fifteen minutes meant that she had this time to start figuring out how to play with him, how she wanted to work this, and he had to take it. It would be the same when he had his fifteen minutes on top, where she wouldn't be able to fight back and he could just do what he liked, but now that they'd started, he was regretting that condition. She gripped their cocks tight, frotting them against one another, and leaned in so close that their snouts almost bumped together.

"What's the matter, hmm? Already starting to think more with your dick than your head?"

"Mmmph...just thinking...of you on your stomach, ass in the air."

"Heh...mm, whatever you're thinking of...it's making you harder and harder, Drac. So, whatever it is, keep thinking it. The more that you think with your cock, the better, because this thing?" She stopped stroking, patting his shaft instead. "This is much dumber than the rest of you."

"Mmmph...ass."

"Yes...a fantastic ass. Something we share." She smiled, reaching around, gripping his cheeks. "Tell me...are you thinking of that time that I fucked you while you gave a report to the archmages? Or are you thinking about the time that I found out just how much you loved your feet being tortured?"

"Neither," he said through gritted teeth.

"Mmm...Oh, I'll find out where your fantasies are, soon enough...but first...let's make you more...dick-brained."

She slowly dragged herself down, her nipples hard little points against his chest and stomach as she went down. It didn't take long for her breasts - larger than they needed to be, and likely grown from the last time that he'd seen her - pressed to either side of his cock. They squished gently, and he growled again.

"Mmmm, getting harder, are you? You never used to like boobs that much...who changed you, hmm? Some little mouse, perhaps, or a vixen - oooh, that got a twitch. Someone that you liked?" she asked, pressing her breasts together tighter still, trapping his cock between them as she flicked the forked tip of her tongue against the head. "Just as salty...just as potent...Mmmm, my, my, still trying to be the responsible 'big' brother with the 'big' cock..."

"Nnngh...Not...not going to thrust..."

"We'll see. You know you want to put me in my place...show me that you can be the dom, don't you? You want to fuck my throat so hard that I just shut up...put that cock to use and see if it's just the dragon size that breaks people, or if you can fuck that hard..."

She wasn't wrong. He was growling deep in his throat, his breath coming harder and hotter, and he knew that this was just what she wanted. Hell, she probably didn't care if she won the competition, just wanted to see how far she could push his buttons, how much she could drive him from that controlled, focused persona that he put on.

How far he could fall from that...how bestial he could -

"Nnngh!"

He grunted as she chuckled, pulling her lips back from his cock as it twitched, changing. He looked down at the head, saw that the tip was already flaring out like a horse-cock, and he rolled his eyes.

"Really? Really?"

"Mmmm, nothing in the rule saying I can't customize you to a better size when I'm on top."

"I didn't think you'd want something better."

"Oh, Drac, you're hot...but you can be even hotter. And I know how much you like someone else making you perfect."

Her hissing whisper only made his cock twitch harder, the head swelling out to be a perfect imitation of a horse cock. The whole foot-long length gained several inches, pushing forward until it was a full fifteen inches long, the center swelling into a proper medial ring, and his balls churned away as they slowly started to descend. Scaly orbs became leathery balls, and dripped with -

"Nnnngh...you little - Oh, when it's my turn -"

"But it's not your turn yet, brother dear," she teased, dragging a claw in a circle around his urethra. "And before it is...I want to see how well you can take this..."

She pushed him back, purple bands wrapping around his wrists and ankles before sending him head over heels. He landed just short of a thump, her magic keeping it from getting too rough, and she straddled him, spreading her legs deliberately.

It was a hell of a view from below. She had that fat cock pointing at him, though not nearly as large as his own; even before his upgrade to a horse cock - god, he couldn't believe that he was thinking of it as an upgrade - she had been ten inches to his just-past-twelve. Her balls hung down for a moment before she pulled them up, letting him see her drenched pussy just behind it, and past that, her twitching pucker, a shade of bright pink compared to the deep, lush purple of the rest of her scales.

And that pucker was right over his cock, grinding on it as she slid forward, her cock tapping his lips as she rested on the head of his cock, only to pull back. The swell of her ass cheeks ground against his cock, making him harder, making him ooze pre-cum over his chest. She chuckled.

"Oh, you always were an ass-man, Drac...always. Big ones, too. Don't think I don't remember your time at school. How you'd find the students with the biggest rumps and find a way to bend them over...big asses, bare feet, constant arousal and devotion for you...you aren't as complicated as you think."

"I'm not - not that easy - easy to -"

"Manipulate? Oh, then you aren't on the verge of cumming already?"

She rolled her ass forward again, her pucker against the broad head of his shaft. The slightly-loose pucker clenched slightly, almost a kiss against the tip, and he groaned, claws curling and his toes doing the same. The fact that she was wrapping her tail around the base, pulling it up so that it could fit between her plump cheeks, didn't help in the slightest. She ground against him, all but using it as her stool as she looked down on him. She balanced on one foot, using the other to grind against his chest.

"Mmm, are you enjoying yourself that much? Barely thinking about it anymore, I can see...so wet and slippery here. Heh. Normally I would have to have someone worship my ass before I could take something this big...but you just drip that much. Nothing but a big-balled beast when you get all cock-brained, aren't you? My brother, the 'beast' dragon. So hard, so firm, so -"

Beep, beep, beep.

"Oh, goddammit."

"Nnngh...off..."

"You sure you don't want to -"

"Off!"

Drakina sighed, standing up and waving her hand. The shackles disappeared, and so did the horse cock. He stood up, panting as he caught his breath. He had a minute to do so, then he'd have to take his turn, but fuck, she'd not come to play. Or rather, she had, but far more intensely than he'd expected. She crossed her arms under her chest, and that little smirk on her snout told him that she didn't just expect him to go all-out in return, but wanted him to.

Well, if that was the case...

"You...you want me cock-brained that much, Drakina?" he managed to pant out.

"I think it's an improvement."

"Heh...and why...why's that?"

"Because you stop holding back. I don't want that 'light touch' that you put on your harem. I don't want to be pampered. I don't want delicate fingers. I want to see what a dragon can really bring down. I want to see the brother that I remember, someone that can really dish it out. I want a challenge."

"Well, you're going to get it."

"Show me."

Beep, beep, beep.

The black dragon smiled. With a twist of his hand, he flung her backward, and she slammed against the wall, her legs up and her arms over her head. There was just a hint more roughness in what he did compared to her, and she grinned, her cock jumping up.

"Oh, already needing it that bad? You must be very pent up if you're getting this aggressive already."

"You want it more than me, Drakina. You always did."

"Says the dragon with his cock throbbing and begging for a hole."

"Hmm, not so much a hole this time."

"My feet, then?" she teased, curling her toes.

"Oh, no, no. Neither."

"Hmmm...intriguing."

His sister's confusion only grew as he dragged her feet upward, stroking his claws along them as his tail played with her asshole, soaked in his pre-cum and already clenching. He knew her; she was always horny, always needy, and that need meant that she pushed others harder and more aggressively than he did. It meant that she was always ready for action, and had the motivation to go for it.

It also meant that she was always more sensitive than he was, and more interested in getting off than always paying attention. He smiled as he leaned closer, his hands over her soles, his cock over her shaft, and she gritted her teeth in aroused annoyance as he teased her. As he ground his shaft against hers, he worked his fingers along her soles, drawing lines over her feet as she huffed and growled.

"You better...you better fuck me at the end of this."

"Oh, I plan to...but only when you have something to mark you."

"Mmmph...foot-slut."

"Oh, how did you know what I was writing on your feet?"

"You - oh, you dick."

He smiled, cracking his neck as he displayed a mirror for her behind his head. Her head tilted back, taking in what he was seeing. On one foot, 'Foot', and on the other, 'Slut'. A simple little thing to accompany the gathering black stone bands that were wrapping tighter and tighter around her ankles like shackles. The dragoness looked back at him, shaking her head, but her cock throbbed higher and her ass clenched tighter.

"Mmm, treating me like one of your bitches, are you?"

"For the next ten minutes, that's just what you are."

"Then - ah!"

With her legs restrained almost over her head, it was his turn to have fun, and he did. He pushed his tail past her rim, his cock still grinding over her cock and her balls, smearing them with his pre-cum. They were slippery, wet, a mess of sexual juices between them. When he pulled back, even slightly, he could feel her pussy juices clinging to his balls, soaking them as much as everything else. He growled under his breath as he leaned over her, whispering to her.

"You, always thinking with your genitals. Call me cock-brained? You never stop thinking of sex. Everything is one more way of getting it. One more way of getting off. One more way of cumming your brains out."

"Nnngh...you got that...got that right..."

"Mmm, they were wrong to call you a monster...and to call you a demon, that's not nearly enough..."

"What would you call me, hmm?"

"The mega-slut."

"Heh...that implies -"

"It means that all that matters is sexy. All that you want is to cum...to be fucked, and fuck others..."

He grinned as his tail pushed so far in that he felt her belly stretch, her cock rising on the curve of his tail inside of her. She groaned, huffing, panting, growling in rutting need...

And then he pulled back.

She gasped as his tail popped out of her ass, only for him to loom over her. His hands floated a few inches away from her cock, conjuring rings, teasing patterns of light that danced up and down her cock, stroking, pulling, milking her. Black circles and sigils appeared around her breasts, ghost hands molesting her, and others still began to tease and draw circles around her stretched ass and dripping pussy.

The dragoness growled in aroused rage. She narrowed her eyes at him as she bucked her hips.

"You..."

"Mmm, that's the problem with thinking of sex all the time. You can't stand it when it doesn't go full speed ahead. You hate teasing."

"Nnnngh...you fucking -"

"Ah ah..."

He smiled, the ghostly touch of his magic doing what he asked. They stretched her holes, pulling with barely-tangible fingertips at the edges of her orifices, pulling them wider and wider to show the depth of them. She groaned, dripping down and soaking her rim, even as he watched her sweat from head to toe. She was a mess, horny and needy, but not yet breaking.

He knew fifteen minutes of teasing wouldn't be enough to break her, but it was nice to see that the spell was just as effective as he had hoped it would be.

Beep, beep, beep.

Sadly, his minutes were up shortly after, and he undid the restraints. She groaned, shaking her head.

"Not giving you...more time."

"I didn't think you would."

"You...heh...oh, you're going to pay for that."

"Going to get rid of the shackles?"

"Oh, no...after all, you love them, don't you?"

He did, and his cock throbbed as she stood on one foot, squishing his cock against his stomach and holding her sole in place, smearing his pre-cum on it while showing off the shackle. He only got harder as he watched.

"Now, it's my turn."

Beep, beep, beep.

And then it was his turn on his back. She leaped over him, slamming her pussy down over his cock. Once more, it was already changing back to a larger, stiffer horse-cock, and he gritted his teeth at the intense feeling of it being stretched out. The length that she required of him was downright ridiculous, and -

The shimmering light of her magic pulsed, not over him, but over her belly. He stared, his eyes going wide as he saw the womb-print that appeared on her pussy, running right up to her stomach and glowing like a fertility curse. Almost instantly, her pussy began dribbling down over his cock, and he whipped his head up to her.

"You can't be serious."

"Oh ho ho, I remember what you like...and I know how much this can tickle your erection sometimes." She smirked, sliding along the underside of his shaft, pushing her pussy against the throbbing, twitching, oozing head of his cock. "I remember how much you loved it when that one rat pinned you, drugged you, rode you with the intent of getting your eggs. The idea of someone forcing you to impregnate them...mmm, you loved it then...and you're throbbing enough to tell me you love it now."

Impregnating -

Oh, that was not what he had in mind when it came to this, but she had her fifteen minutes now, and like the succubus she was, she was already pulling his cock to her pussy. Despite the sheer thickness that she'd inflicted on him, he knew that this was going to be anything but difficult for her to take. She was a beast when it came to taking cock, and she ground back against him, popping his shaft right into her slippery depths. He arched his back despite himself, gasping in shock at the sheer heat of her pussy wrapped around his cock. She grabbed at her belly bulge -

"Mmmph!"

And he was biting his lips to keep from moaning as she managed to combine a handjob and vaginal into one big experience. His breath wheezed from his lungs as she rolled forward, grinding him deeper into her pussy, forcing him all the way to the base until his balls bounced against her ass.

"Mmmm, there we go..."

"Ha...ha..."

"Mmm, do you think that you can last all...fourteen minutes, 'big' brother?" she whispered.

"You...cheating..."

"Let's find out.."

The squelch of her pussy sliding up and off his cock was painfully loud, and sinisterly slick. It was a potent sound that sent shivers down his spine and made his balls want to rise up right then and there. He closed his eyes as tight as he could, tensing up every muscle from head to toe as she squeezed with her inner walls, rippling them around his cock, milking him for everything that he had.

"Ah...ah..."

"Mmm, don't worry. I have plenty of time to milk all that out. But if you don't want to have a new hatchling running around -"

"Fuck...fuck..."

"Then all you have to do is not cum. Surely the powerful mage can handle that..."

He hoped so, but as she started riding, as she started lifting and lowering her hips, spreading her own copious juices around his shaft, he had his doubts. Her curse on her womb meant that even enough pre-cum might be enough to get her pregnant. An orgasm would do it for sure.

It was better than the time that succubus had come around and tried to drain his energy into her pussy through a night of sex. She'd eventually rolled over, bloated and stupid and sick from her meal, but he knew that it wouldn't be the same for Drakina. She smirked at him, and he knew she could feel just how hard he'd gotten in the short time since she'd started riding him. Draconicon rolled his head back, gripping the ground all the tighter.

Thump, thump, thump went her thick thighs and thick ass as she bounced on him. The squelching sound of sliding in and out only got louder as she rode him faster, and he could feel the danger getting closer and closer. His balls were churning like mad, pulling up and then sagging down. He tried to hold any number of things in his mind as something to keep his orgasm away, but every time that something started making him softer, Drakina just found a different way to ride him, or managed to lean back and tease him with the view, or -

"Mmmm, don't you love it when someone else is responsible for your cock?" she whispered.

"Fuck...you..."

"Oh, I know...you want to...and you will, when it's your turn...but right now, I'm fucking you, and your cock belongs to me. Come on...give your sister your cum...let me feel it spraying in me. Give in and let me feel it..."

He was right on the edge. So close, so very close to doing just that. Draconicon panted for breath, rolled his head back -

Beep, beep, beep.

Drakina grumbled, coming to a stop as she looked him right in the eye. She shook her head.

"Every time."

"Heh...your fault for the overconfidence..."

"If I moved right now, you'd cum."

"Maybe."

"Shall we test that?"

"..."

"Heh. Do you want me to keep going?"

Tempting as it was, he shook his head. No point in risking it that much, no matter how good it felt.

"Get off me. My turn."

"Heh...I hope you have something good in mind."

"I think I do..."

The End

Summary: Draconicon and Drakina have a little back and forth in a cabin off in the woods somewhere.

Tags: M/H, Quasi-Incest, Dragon, Dragoness, Draconicon, Drakina, Foot Fetish, Bondage, Vaginal, Anal, Teasing, Cock Growth, Magic, Time Share Dominance,