Author's Note

Dragon Lord Asher is a genderswapped Dragon Lord Ember.

Contains: dubious consent, marking, a womb tattoo, corruption, and a hands-free orgasm for lucky Garble.

Day 18 - Mark of Ownership (Asher/Garble)

The dragons around Garble kneeled, their eyes growing a bright pink to signal the arrival of the Dragon Lord. Of course, Garble was confused and concerned as he certainly wasn’t the one they were eager to worship. Spinning around, the red jock dragon found himself eye to eye with Dragon Lord Asher who blocked the cave’s entrance.

Or, perhaps, eye to chest was a better description. The Dragon Lord stood a head taller than Garble, looming over the usually cocky dragon while brandishing the Bloodstone Scepter in one hand while the other rested on his hip.

“Garble, where have you been?” Asher growled his question, a predatory grin on his face as he looked Garble up and down. “Your Lord has been looking for his favorite breeding bitch, and you know better than to disappear when I get… needy.”

Although customs in the Dragonlands forbade any clothing in general, Garble had never felt more naked than he did when being ogled by Asher’s steely gaze. His claws moved to cover his slowly erecting sex while, unable to help himself, he stared down at his Dragon Lord’s own turgidly erect shaft.

But with a flick of Asher’s wrist, the Bloodstone Scepter glowing in his powerful grasp, Garble felt his own claws pulling away from his crotch under the Dragon Lord’s control. With claws now behind his back against his will, groping his pert and plump behind for Asher’s amusement, there was nothing Garble could do to hide his swelling shaft.

Asher licked his lips seductively, his long and thin tongue snaking its way out of his mouth as he imagined slathering it all over Garble’s helpless body. But he contained himself for now, only stepping forward to run a claw teasingly up Garble’s quivering shaft and dredging up the precum he had already begun to leak.

Despite everything, the embarrassment and debasement of being treated like this in front of his Clan, the flush across Garble’s face made it clear that he wanted more.

“You love this, don’t you?” Asher grinned, sharp fangs glinting in the light as he grabbed Garble’s chin to ensure he met Asher’s lusty gaze. “You love just being treated like a toy for your Dragon Lord to play with~”

Garble could just barely bite back the moan that followed, his cock throbbing needily under Asher’s continued ministrations. But it was only enough to keep it ready and raring to go, not doing anything to bring him closer to an orgasm.

It still made Garble whine as Asher took his hand back, the Dragon Lord now bracing both of them around the shaft of his Bloodstone Scepter. “I think all you need is a little reminder of your place among us. A bit of proof that you. Belong. To. Me.”

The growl that Asher used to end the sentence resounded through the cave, drawing a moan out from the dragons that surrounded. But none moaned louder than Garble whose knees buckled until he was forced to a kneeling position before the Dragon Lord as well.

Asher smirked at his slut’s sudden prostration, pressing a heavy foot against his chest to press him back supine against the ground. One foot on the chest of the submissive dragon, he pointed the tip of the Bloodstone Scepter at Garble’s crotch.

Right above Garble’s pulsing cock, standing tall and straight above him like a powerful staff of his own.

The gem at the head of the Bloodstone Scepter flared to life with magic that then pressed itself into the root of Garble’s crotch. Slowly, a pink aura etched itself into the sensitive scales of his crotch, drawing an intricate symbol of a heart with large, powerful wings flared out right above his cock.

Just the pleasure of feeling such powerful magic marking him, drawing a symbol of Asher’s lust so teasingly slow on his body, got Garble’s hips bucking up wildly into the air. Without another touch, his shaft twitched heavily and began to fire spurt after spurt of thick, white cum high into the air only to splatter down and paint Garble’s face and chest.

Asher growled with amusement as his spell finally finished marking the slutty, submissive dragon. He stepped back, satisfied in simply towering over Garble as he reeled in post-orgasmic bliss, his hips still weakly bucking at the air.

“Now, are you finally ready to worship your Lord, Garble?” Asher asked with a lusty grin, one hand moving to grip his impressively thick shaft and slowly stroke it. “Come, service your Lord.”

Garble’s crotch pulsed with pleasure at the order, forcing the dragon back to a kneeling position while his softening shaft grew back to throbbingly erect and demanding his attention.

But his attention wouldn’t focus on that no matter how hard it ached. No, Garble found that all he could think about was that large, drooling shaft that His Lord teasingly stroked in front of his face.