The Master and Mistress’s New Pets

THE MASTER AND MISTRESS'S NEW PETS

"My dearest, you seem despondent."

"I fear I am, beloved."

"What troubles you?"

"I do not wish to burden you."

"Nonsense. You are never a burden to me, my dearest. Here, come closer. Under my wing.... Is that helpful?"

"A little. But only so."

"Tell me what I might do? You know I wish to help if I can."

"I know. It is just... It is difficult to say."

"Is it the lighting? I can change it again, if you would like. I do not mind."

"The lighting is lovely as always, beloved. But it also shows all too well what is wrong."

"Is it how the new cave is arranged? I know we have only been here a short time, but a change of décor would be amusing-"

"Pray, no, it is not that. Our décor is comforting as always, and changing it would not help even if it were better."

"Then what troubles you, my mate? I cannot bear to see you unhappy.... I promise not to judge you for whatever it is."

"Oh, my love, you are too kind. The fact of the matter is... I miss them."

"Aah. So do I, my precious. So do I."

"Yesterday, I came across the gift they sent us last Midwinter."

"The silver chalice? Bearing the likeness of the four of us?"

"It brought back so many memories. I miss them and all that we shared with them."

"We had to let them go, my sapphire mistress. You know that. They had their place as we have ours."

"I know, my emerald master. But ever since, it feels like half the joy is gone. You and I have each other, of course, and I would not part with you for all the world. But we built it into something more, and... Perhaps I am just being greedy."

"Never, my love. It is just who and what we are."

"True, but... I only know now that I want that shared joy again."

"... You want us to try again? I do not think they can return to us anytime soon, not with their responsibilities. And even if they could, it would be for merely the briefest of visits."

"No. As much as I would welcome them, I would not foist such an expectation upon them. However, I was thinking..."

"Yes?"

"I was thinking that we should find new ones here. Ones who will not be burdened with responsibilities elsewhere, and who will find the possibility of staying with us enough of an enticement."

"Hmm. I admit, I like the idea very much. But it will not be easy. Ereth and Pinna understood us. They were of like mind. What you propose would be more of a gamble. It could go poorly."

"I know. But I would very much like to at least try, my beloved."

"... Then we shall try. Will that perhaps help cheer your spirits, my love?"

"Yes! Oh, yes, I think it will, my love, yes!"

"Come, then. It is time we made ourselves known to our new neighbors. At the very least, we should make new friends."

***

"That's it you fucking cowards!" Vonna shouted, her voice shaking with rage and fear as she pulled at the chains binding her wrists to the tall wooden post. "Run! You filthy hypocrites! You all took what you wanted and now you throw me away? I hope you burn with your houses! Gods damn you all to Hell!" That last curse she had screamed at the top of her lungs, her throat burning from the strain of her voice.

There was no retort or other response from the retreating sacrificial escort. The horse-drawn wagon rattled away down the weedy, stony path, hoofbeats still felt pounding the earth under them even after disappearing from sight. The high cleric and the wagon driver were urging the horses to go faster despite the risk of damaging a wheel on the rough ground. After a minute or so, there was silence except for the wind and the sounds of birds and bugs of early twilight.

Vonna finally turned her gaze away from the path and pulled again at her chain. She was stronger than she looked having lived an active life, but both the chain links and their connection to the post had been well-made by the town blacksmith. Panting, feeling her fear beginning to overtake her anger, she looked at Bran across from her. "Can you do anything?"

Bran grunted, the younger man's teeth bared as he pulled to his right. "Try moving as I do!" he gusted out. "Maybe we can get... the screw of the hook... to turn and... Ngh! And loosen!"

Vonna didn't even bother nodding, hurriedly moving to her right. Unfortunately, the post was too tall and the chains too short. All they managed to do was pull the links against the wood, without putting any torque on the hook screwed into the top of the post. An attempt at working the post loose proved equally fruitless. The post was of a heavy, dense hardwood, and the hole for it had been dug deep, despite the rocky ground, and that same rocky ground held it tightly in place. All Vonna and Bran achieved was bloodying their wrists from the iron manacles digging into their skin.

"It's no good," Bran panted, hanging his head in despair, sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Oh, gods," Vonna moaned, choking back a sob.

It had only been a few days since the dragons had made their presence known to the people of Hobbler's Grove. The beasts had circled overhead for a time before flying back into the cave-riddled hills, and the mere sight of them alone had sent the townsfolk into a panic. There was no raiding of livestock, nor any destruction of any kind, save for one house set on fire by accident by its own occupant, an incident which served only to increase everyone's anxiety. Word had been sent to the King and Queen, but it would take more than a week just to reach them. Hobbler's had no knights in residence, no adventurers, no hunters daring or capable enough. The town was on its own if any calamity did happen.

While the dragons were in the sky, however, their inhuman voices had called down, not just roars but what sounded like some kind of language. No one could understand what, if anything, they might be saying - not even the scholarly Bran. He'd tried - really tried! - to figure out what the dragons wanted. He'd abandoned his usual routine of writing letters, and seeking meetings with the high cleric and the town's portreeve, to search through whatever books, scrolls and records he could access. Day and night he worked at the problem, neglecting meals and care for his body, and he thought he might have eventually figured it all out - if the constabulary hadn't interrupted by seizing him and dragging him off to a cell without explanation!

Vonna had spent the last few days like many of the townsfolk: hiding in fear. But she had always been bolder than most girls and women she knew. When she dared to go out, she kept one eye on the sky, but she didn't let it stop her going about her business. What that business was, when she wasn't serving drinks in the tavern, was seeing to the well-being and happiness of the menfolk, and the occasional lady, of Hobbler's Grove. At least, that was how she saw it, and she took some pride in giving comfort to those that needed it - sometimes for free! The high cleric, his monks, and many of the wives of the town saw things a little differently, however, using words like "trollop," "slut," and even "whore" to refer to what she did. Worse, in their eyes, Vonna made a shameless mockery of the propriety and sanctity of the values taught in the little town for generations. And so she'd been seized off the streets in a manner similar to when Bran got dragged out of the town's vault of records.

The townsfolk had actually cheered when the both of them were paraded in the street in chains, having been "volunteered" as sacrifice, one for each dragon. Secretly, the high cleric and portreeve had come to the agreement that the beasts did not strictly need virgins, despite what legends said. Everyone knew what Vonna did. No one knew if Bran ever had, but then they did not care either. No lottery of virgins from among the townsfolk was held. Condemned criminals couldn't be sacrificed without it being later deemed a perversion of royal justice. But getting rid of two nuisances no one in the town would miss? What the faraway King and Queen didn't know wouldn't hurt anyone.

So now they stood, bloody and afraid, wearing nothing but simple, long, white tunics, chained to a post outside the cave that the high cleric was sure the dragons had made their lair. Left all alone to wait. Left to be roasted and devoured, if not eaten alive.

Neither of them knew the other well. Vonna had sometimes served Bran meals at the tavern. He looked to be about five years younger than her and always distracted by some book or another - polite, but distracted. Apparently, she'd never caught his eye. Why he wasn't off at the royal college or training under some wizard she couldn't fathom. She knew only that he came from a poor family, and had used his smarts to make a busybody of himself, supposedly.

For Bran's part, he would have liked to be off getting more of an education, but had to settle for being self-taught. He had ideas, and he had opinions, and he was eager to share them with the portreeve and the high cleric, to discuss or argue about things in town he thought were an issue and how they might be improved. He wanted to be of help, but instead he was seen as a pest. As for Vonna, he had noticed her, but she always seemed to be more interested in bigger and stronger men, or men more financially well-off, or at the very least men who weren't... him. It didn't bother him much. While he wasn't wholly inexperienced with women, he felt awkward and blamed himself for feeling that way - the biggest part of life that his intellect failed him in. The one time his curmudgeonly father, unimpressed with his youngest son's smarts and lack of sufficient physical stature, had taken him to a brothel in nearby Kilbington "to make a man out of him," well... It could have gone worse.

None of it mattered anymore, however. They were in the same bleak situation. Bran slumped against the post, shoulders being strained by his arms being held over his head, his eyes glazed over, and not saying a word. Vonna dared to look at the nearby cave mouth - a black, impenetrable shadow in the early twilight. "I don't suppose your books taught you any other way out of this for us?" she said.

The man said nothing, and just kept staring at nothing.

Unsatisfied with his silence, Vonna kicked his shin. "Hey! Cloud-head!" It was a name she'd heard others calling him, particularly the sort of unkind men who often sought out Vonna's company that she'd rather didn't. "Answer me!"

Bran didn't react to the kick, but it wasn't until Vonna called him "cloud-head" that she received his full attention. Shifting slightly, he glared at her. "Don't call me that," he said.

Vonna stared at him. "Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't realize how important manners were when we're both about to die!!" she snarked. "You're the one who's supposed to have brains from here to the frontier! Can't you think of anything?!"

Brand glared harder. "I can't," he muttered. "I've got no ideas."

Vonna continued to stare at him, her fear rising again.

Meeting her eyes again, he said. "What do you expect me to do? I've got nothing! I am nothing, apparently. Nothing of worth to my family or the town. They threw us both away!" He swallowed the bitterness he felt - it wasn't the first time.

Looking away, Vonna thought back on her friends and lovers, or people she had thought of in those terms. People who she thought gave a damn, who she'd always hoped cared about her more than simply what she did for them with her body. She'd enjoyed what she did, she'd been careful and she'd never gotten with child or the pox, she worked hard at the tavern, and she liked talking and being with people even when it didn't lead to a bed. What did she have to show for it now? For the first time in her life she felt as unwanted as she knew people felt about Bran. It was a hell of an epiphany.

Before Vonna could think of anything to say to Bran - and she knew she ought to say something, a few final, kind words, an apology, anything - the ground under them trembled. They both looked at the black cave mouth, and waited, holding their breath.

After a long moment, the ground shook again. And then again. And again, as if made by heavy steps.

Licking his dry lips, Bran straightened, unable to look away from the cave. "Right now I wish I didn't know so much," he whispered. He knew what was coming. He'd read stories.

Vonna hadn't read the books Bran had, but she, too, knew the stories. Those were enough. She began to pray to the gods as the ground continued to shake under their feet. Bran just watched with sickened resignation.

A scaly, horned head emerged from the blackness as if poking through a curtain, and then a second head appeared beside the first. The dragons paused, blinking their eyes against the outside light even though the sun was down. Pausing to nuzzle each other, they emerged fully from the blackness and sat. One was a dark green like the needles of a spruce tree, the other was the blue of indigo flowers. Both had white, segmented bands running down their undersides, and both were larger than the largest horses than either Bran or Vonna had ever seen. They weren't giants, but they still looked utterly formidable, including their still-folded wings. Unfurled, they would have filled a house and then knocked down its walls with no effort.

Vonna screamed. Bran just stared in horrified fascination, and fought to control his bladder even though part of him no longer cared about doing so.

The scream drew the attention of the dragons.

And then they spoke. It was the same, strange sounds they'd made during their circling over the town, but it was definitely speech. Even Vonna, without Bran's learning, could tell.

Of course, neither human understood any of it. However, Bran was struck by a realization.

"They aren't attacking," he said, his voice numb.

Vonna's next scream caught in her throat as his words registered. "Maybe they're toying with us?" she gasped out.

The dragons blinked, and the blue one cocked its head to one side. "Of course!" came a voice that sounded remarkably like a woman's. "They speak Cren'dolin tongue!"

The green one replied, in a voice like that of a man, as it nuzzled the blue. "I concede, my mate, you were right. We did come further than planned after we crossed the mountains."

"No wonder no one in the town replied to us!" The blue nuzzled back with a sigh. "We must have frightened them terribly." Both dragons looked at the humans and slowly approached them, and the blue spoke again. "Greetings!"

Bran and Vonna looked at each other, and then Bran responded. "G-Greetings?"

The green moved away from his companion, slowly circling the pair. "Despite the language barrier, it would seem we have been gifted my dear. Though I must say, those other humans have taken very poor care of our new friends. They are injured!"

"What?!" The blue one came closer, peering and sniffing at Bran and Vonna. "Oh, this will not do at all!" Her gaze focused on Vonna. "Be not afraid, my dear. We will not hurt you. Come, my mate," she said, addressing the green, "let us see if we can aid them."

"Agreed. Carefully, now."

Vonna bit back another scream as talons reached out. Bran made a whimper, his eyes squeezing shut. Deftly, the dragons made quick work of the chains. Both humans collapsed suddenly to the ground, their legs giving way and their arms exhausted and weighted from the iron manacles and remaining links attached to them.

But they were still alive.

"You..." It took Vonna a moment to find more words, and, slowly, she dared to look up at the large reptilian faces looming over them. "You aren't going to... eat us?"

"Eat you?!" cried the blue dragon, her yellow eyes widening as she drew back.

"Why in all the wide world would you think we would eat you?" said the green one. Despite his inhuman form, he looked and sounded distinctly ill at the idea. "We just helped you!"

The humans looked at each other again, and Bran was the one now to struggle to find words. "Because... that's what we've heard dragons do?"

Very human-sounding sighs came from the dragons. "How little you understand us," said the green.

"Come," said the blue, "let us bring you inside our home. We will tend to your injuries, and we may discuss why we are all here over some refreshment."

Vonna and Bran looked at one another again. They were still alive. They were being treated with all the kindness and concern for their well-being that their fellow townsfolk had failed to show. And the sound of "refreshment" sounded extremely welcome to two people who had been denied food and water since their seizure.

Slowly, Vonna staggered up onto her feet, but Bran failed and sank hard to one knee with a groan of pain.

The blue gasped and placed a steady set of talons against Bran's back. "Perhaps we should carry them, my beloved?"

The other dragon nodded, and Vonna yelped as she was suddenly picked up. Despite the green's scaly hide and his fearsome build and sharp talons, he held her with all the gentleness she would have used to pick up and hold a kitten. Up close, his odor and breath proved to be surprisingly inoffensive, and when she dared to look him in the eye up close, there was a surprising warmth in his orange depths.

Moving slowly on three legs each, the dragons carried them toward the curtain of blackness that was the cave mouth. "Oh, look my dear betrothed!" said the blue with a delighted whisper. "This one has fallen asleep on my arm!"

***

The interior of the cave was huge and glittered with a soft light that seemed to have no obvious source, Vonna saw as they all emerged on the other side of the dark veil. They'd gone through no tunnel or passage. It was as if the dark entrance to the cave was merely a door or portal, and what lay on the other side of that Vonna had only ever imagined in hearing fairy tales as a child.

Treasure. There was treasure everywhere. Most of it consisted of gemstones and crystals, chalices, jewelry, gleaming swords and armor, bolts of silk, paintings, sculptures...

There was a pile of gold, Vonna finally saw as she was carried past it, concentrated into an uneven mound with a large depression in it, one side of it sloping messily to the cave floor. The depression was large enough for two dragons at the same time.

"Is that your bed?" Vonna asked, then shivered as her voice echoed back faintly.

"It is," said the green, emitting a rumbling purr she could feel. "You are astute! That pleases me."

For some odd reason Vonna couldn't name, she blushed. "I... just kind of know beds."

Ahead of Vonna and the green, the blue had carried Bran to the edge of a pool of water. Steam rose faintly from its surface. The female dragon set Bran down gently, her talons going right to work on his manacles. They came apart with the utmost delicacy, as did Bran's tunic, leaving him naked.

"Careful, my love," said the green as he set Vonna down a little further along the pool's edge. "The water could be a shock to him."

"I know," she replied. Picking Bran up again, she waded into the pool and lowered the human gently onto the surface, her talons keeping his head from dipping. Gingerly, the dragon sluiced his bloodied wrists.

Bran stirred, then groaned before opening his eyes. It took a moment for them to focus on what was around him. "Where am I?" he said, his voice so soft there was no echo.

"Safe," the blue replied warmly.

Turning his head, Bran saw the green removing Vonna's manacles without any effort. As a talon gently ripped apart her tunic, he averted his eyes, blushing. It wasn't until ripples reached him from the other pair's entry into the water that he dared to look again, and got his first view of what so many men in the town had seen. Vonna was beautiful in body as well as face, like a wildflower in full bloom.

The two humans were given a cursory washing, during which the dragons briefly lapsed into their own speech while blood and dirt were rinsed away. One of them then produced a clay pot containing a salve that smelled strongly floral; the salve burned briefly when it was dabbed onto broken skin before turning to a soothing numbness.

As the shock of the whole experience began to subside, Bran clutched at his belly. "I don't suppose you have any food we could eat?" He exchanged a look with Vonna, and she nodded in heartfelt agreement. "The constables didn't feed us in our cells."

"Cells?" the green said.

"They sent us criminals?" said the blue, peering a bit less amiably at Bran.

"We're not criminals!" Vonna responded, her voice echoing. "We've done nothing wrong!"

The dragons looked at one another again. Then the blue said, "My betrothed, fetch the manna. I daresay these two have a story to tell, and they should not have to tell it on empty stomachs."

"Agreed." The green looked dubiously at the humans now, but he set Vonna down gently at the edge of the water and made his way into a natural alcove in the cave wall. He quickly returned with a large, crystal bottle, the contents of which glowed yellow like the light of pre-dawn. He also carried a pair of finely-crafted bowls that were perfectly sized for use by humans, as well as a smaller, more delicate bottle. "Here is water as well. You must not drink from the pool."

"What is that?" said Vonna, pointing at the larger, glowing bottle.

"Manna!" Bran said in a hushed tone, his jaw agape. "I've read of it, didn't think it really existed. The food of the gods." He looked up at the blue. "You aren't meat-eaters then, are you?"

She tilted her head. "Some distant cousins of our kind are. We are different. We have abandoned the need for the consumption of animal flesh. This, and sometimes the product of the land, are all we require now. It helps to know the right magic."

"Do not consume this or the water too quickly. It may be a shock to your bodies, at first," intoned the green as he poured some of the glowing substance into the bowls. It was thick, like batter, but smelled like freshly baked bread with plenty of honey and butter mixed in. Heeding the green's warning, Bran and Vonna began to eat, trying not to let their hunger overrule good judgment, and they also took turns taking sips from the water bottle. Their hosts gave them a few minutes to replenish their bodies, and even refilled the bowls without hesitation when more manna was asked for.

When the humans were finished, the green recapped the bottle - it looked as full as it had been before, as if none of its contents had been poured out. "Now, then, please, tell us what is going on with you both. Who are you, and how is it you came to be chained to that post outside?"

It took a little time for the humans to explain. The dragons interrupted only a handful of times to ask questions, learning more about who their guests were personally as well as how they had been chosen. When they were finished, Vonna and Bran were both shedding bitter tears.

The dragons looked at one another for a long, long moment, communicating something silently between their inhuman faces that the others couldn't decipher.

Finally, the green shook his head, looking down. "This... This is most distressing to learn."

"We had hoped your town might send us willing volunteers!" said the blue. "We even anticipated having to sort through multiple candidates."

Bran and Vonna looked at each other in complete bafflement. They were already becoming used to the idea of seeing each other unclothed, and the cave was surprisingly comfortable. Between those factors and the fact that the dragons seemed so concerned about their welfare, all fear was gone, leaving only confusion.

"Volunteers for what, exactly?" Vonna dared to ask. "What is it you were hoping to find in us?"

"Or from us?" Bran added.

"My betrothed and I," the blue began, "have been together for more ages than even we can keep count of. We have seen the rise and fall of mountains, the slow changes made upon the land as life marches across it. Our passion for life and each other have never ebbed." She paused as the green leaned over to nuzzle and even lick at her, rumbling in his chest. "However, variety is essential. From time to time we have invited others to... to join us in mating."

Bran, sharp of mind as he may have been, blinked several times as he tried to parse the dragon's words. Vonna, however, caught on more quickly. "Are you telling us that the two of you... have sex with other dragons?"

The green shook his head.. "Not with other dragons." He looked down into Vonna's eyes steadily.

Now it was Vonna's turn to have trouble, her jaw falling open. Bran finally found his own voice. "People? I mean, ah, humans?"

"Actually, not humans either," said the blue, rubbing the top of her muzzle under the green's chin, producing a soft rumble of pleasure. "Not as yet, that is. Our last such partners were shadow elves."

"Shadow elves?" Vonna said in a small voice, and she swallowed. She had heard stories of the reclusive race, said to dwell underground away from all sunshine, long-lived and pale as winter ice. The stories also said such beings were not friendly to outsiders. The idea of them playing as bedmates to anyone not their own was laughable. With dragons? It sounded like a tall tale at best.

"We know they have a reputation among your kind, but it is ill-deserved," the blue assured Vonna. "They have far more to fear from humans than you do from them."

"Perhaps you might have heard of those we know?" said the green, looking at Bran. "Ereth and Pinna?"

Bran sat up straighter. "The Ereth and Pinna? The King and Queen of V'lesh'na'tarkan?"

"The very same," said the green.

"The King and Queen of what?" Vonna said.

Bran glanced at her. "It's a shadow elven kingdom, far to the northeast. I've only ever read about it." He turned his gaze back up to their reptilian hosts. "You were having sexual congress with elves? Elven royalty?"

"We were, yes," said the blue. Both she and her green mate both grew unmistakable smiles on their muzzles, though their large, sharp teeth didn't show.

Vonna was moving her hands together and apart repeatedly, her face tightening up in disbelief. "But... How?!" she exclaimed.

Both dragons blinked out of their reverie. "We invited them after we met at a royal ball. They were enthusiastic to accept," said the green matter-of-factly. "Very enthusiastic." He purr-rumbled again.

"No!" Vonna felt as if she might either burst out laughing, or have a fit, and she wasn't sure which might happen first. "I mean, how was it even physically possible??"

"Oh, that." The blue lowered her head toward Vonna and winked an eye. "We have our ways."

"Wait. Wait, wait, wait." Bran got to his feet, almost slipping on a stray gold coin that had escaped the bed. He just barely caught himself from falling into the pool. "So... you two came here to, what? Find new, uh, partners?"

The green nodded. "We did. As much as we enjoyed our times with Ereth and Pinna, they had their people to govern. They had their duties and could not commit to us the way they wanted to. The way we would have liked them to do. So now we hope to find new joys and pleasures with new partners. As we said, we were expecting volunteers..." He trailed off, looking Vonna over with greater interest. The blue was doing the same with Bran.

Silence hung in the cave.

Vonna was the first to break it. "Us. You... you want us."

Both dragons nodded.

"You want us as bedmates. Bedmates without... without commitments elsewhere?"

Again, the dragons nodded. Vonna ran her fingers through her hair, clutching at her head. She'd entertained some wild bedroom antics in her life - multiple men, other women, and once even a discreet party held by the town's elite - more people who'd said and done nothing to stop her sacrifice. She knew because she'd seem them in the crowd in the streets as she and Bran had been taken away to the hills. But what the dragons were talking about was beyond anything in her experience. She was sure it was beyond Bran's experience even more so.

"Why would..." Bran began. It was all too much, and he sat down again before his knees could feel any more wobbly than they already were. "Why us? We're not special." He cast an apologetic look at Vonna. She did not appear to be insulted. "We're definitely not horny royalty!"

"You do not need to be," said the blue. "Based on what you have told us, and how you are behaving now, I believe I see the worth of you. Both of you."

"Agreed, my beloved," the green intoned. "I sense much untapped potential. You both have your wits, and I sense the kindness in your hearts. Your desires to be needed even as you share yourselves with those too blind and selfish to appreciate it." He lowered his face close to Vonna's, whose heart raced as he filled her view. "And it certainly is easier to train someone who is not still a virgin. Truly, that myth about us wanting virgins for sacrifice is the most ridiculous of them all."

"And even if your experience has been limited, or even just more limited than our own, my beloved and I would be more than happy to... educate you." The blue was purring and rumbling herself now as she loomed over Bran. "And not merely in the ways of flesh. We would see to all of your education, without pressure or expectation. However... it would be mostly in the ways of flesh." Her long red tongue, forked at the tip, wetly licked along her muzzle. "And it does not hurt that both of you look so adorable."

"And after what you both have endured before meeting us," the green added, "my love and I feel we do not need to look further. Unless, of course, you wish to decline the offer."

"What are the terms?" Vonna asked. It drew a sharp look from Bran, and she threw her hands up. "Look, I admit it: I have been a whore! I've been many things to earn my keep." She looked up at both dragons. "You want someone to commit to you. How?"

The blue nodded. "It is a fair and astute question." She paused and exchanged a look with her mate; neither Bran nor Vonna missed that it seemed a nervous look. "You would be... pets. Of a sort."

"'Pets?'" Bran echoed, his voice cracking.

"Of a sort!" the blue repeated. "You would stay here with us and service us for our pleasure, as well as allowing us to service you in yours. You would do everything you are told, within reason - we are not so selfish as to force you into anything should you be uncomfortable or unable, though discussion would be warranted at the very least. We have no wish to do harm, even by accident."

"In return," said the green, "we will see to all your other needs - your education, as we stated, but we will also ensure you are properly cared for. You would not want for food or water. Your good health would be ensured. We would protect you on occasions when we leave this cave."

"We should add that sometimes we may visit others, or have visitors here, and you would be expected to be of service to them in the same manner," said the blue.

Bran's head was swimming. Vonna was taken aback as well, but she was surprised at how well she felt she was handing what the dragons expected. She could tell, however, that the younger, self-taught scholar was overwhelmed. Gathering her thoughts, she said, "What if only one of us agrees to stay?" She ignored the shocked look Bran threw her.

The green dragon gave a sideways tilt of his head. "Then we would send the other home, and continue to seek. The same would hold true should both of you decide not to accept. But..." He held up a taloned paw. "We would ask you to consider: what do you have to go back to? To a town that was willing to send you to your deaths, even if that was not ever going to actually happen? To people who clearly did not care about your welfare, who turned their backs on you as disposable? It is true that my beloved and I, if you accept, will use you. We will use your bodies, night and day, in every way we can, just as we will want you to use ours in turn. But that is merely sex. And while you might be kept as pets, you are also still people, worthy of respect and decency like we are, like any living creature is. Honor us, and we will honor you in turn. You would be like... what is the word in their tongue, my betrothed?"

The blue dragon replied instantly. "Family, my love."

"Yes! Thank you. You would both be like family, as if you were, in a sense, additional mates. There might even come a time when you become more than mere pets, should you choose to stay long enough." His orange eyes slid to meet his mate's; the eyes of each twinkled like the gemstones and metals that surrounded everyone. "It is something we have considered as well, but had not yet dared to hope for. Perhaps it would have happened with Ereth and Pinna, had they been able to stay."

There was another long silence as Bran and Vonna looked at each other.

"What do you think?" she asked him. Her face was flushed, and Bran noticed for the first time that, in addition to the woman's nipples being stiff, she was squirming, squirming in a manner he'd rarely had the opportunity to see a woman do in his presence. Then she peered at him more closely, her gaze set low. Looking down, Bran discovered his cock was hardening.

"Maybe-" He paused, clearing his throat. At Vonna's nod of encouragement, he tried again. "Maybe a... a trial run? To be sure, first?"

"Yes!" Vonna added, nodding her head. "It couldn't hurt, could it? Say... a few days or, or a week?"

The dragons smiled with only hints of their teeth showing. "A week. Agreed," said the green. Both her and his mate started toward them.

Bran held up a hand. "I have to ask - what do we call you?"

The blue gasped. "Oh, dear! Of all the things for us to forget, my beloved!"

"To be fair," said the green with a deep chortle, "none of this has gone the way we had anticipated."

Blue nodded, chortling as well, then looked at the humans. "Our names cannot be spoken by your kind, in any tongue. Your mouths and throats are shaped too differently. It was the same with the shadow elves."

"Then what should we call you?" said Vonna, feeling as curious as Bran looked.

"You are to be pets," replied the blue. "Call us 'Mistress' and 'Master.'"

***

As it turned out, the very first thing the Master and Mistress ordered done... was a bath. And it was not for them.

"It can't be that bad!" Vonna protested while the Master scrubbed her naked body with a sea sponge in a deeper part of the pool. It had been a surprise to learn that the dragons could adjust their form to a two-legged version of themselves, albeit still with a long neck, and did so without any apparent effort. Now, Vonna was straddling his thigh, her long, black hair and body thoroughly soaked and lathered while he half-knelt in the water. Stubbornness made her unwilling to admit how good the sponge felt, especially between her legs. It was the same with the Master's talons, which never nicked her flesh even once as they roamed over her body, working soap over her skin.

"You do not have our noses," the Master replied, before setting the sponge aside in favor of an urn which he used to gather water to pour over her.

"Please do not take it personally," said the Mistress as she sponged between Bran's buttocks. She had already cleansed his ginger hair - long, but nowhere near as long as Vonna's tresses. "We would need to do this with any human."

"I'm not complaining!" Bran said, unable to decide how much of his statement was due to the pleasure he was feeling from his own bath and how much was due to not wanting to irritate a creature larger and stronger than himself!

The Mistress set aside her sponge and set to rinsing him as well. When she was finished, she had him straddle her thigh with his back against her banded underside. She picked up a cut, clear crystal prism that had been set down on a nearby rock. "Try to hold still, my dear," she whispered as she began running the crystal gently across his skin, beginning with his face.

Bran gasped. The crystal hummed in a low register, more felt than heard, and his skin tingled from it. It was as if his skin was greeting the first fresh, warm day of spring after a too-long winter, only better. As the Mistress moved the stone lower down his body, the more difficult it became to keep from squirming and writhing against her. The Mistress didn't chastise him for his movements, nor did she comment when his moans began to sound and echo. The crystal was run all over his body, finishing around the base of his cock - a cock he was shocked to find harder than it had ever felt in his life. "Oh g-gods!" he cried out.

Nearby, Vonna was crying out as well while the Master ran a similar crystal over her flesh. When it finally went between her legs, she started to convulse and scream, but she did not beg the Master to stop. Her throat made louder and louder cries as if with a mind and will of its own. She had never felt such pleasure before!

Neither human could have known the crystals were also in sync, and they soon exploded together in the most powerful orgasms of their lives. Vonna found herself gushing her nectar all over the Master's thigh, a rush of orgasmic fluids that she thought might never stop. Bran's thick, pearlescent cum shot out with almost painful force, the Mistress catching it in a taloned forepaw.

Bran and Vonna passed out when they were spent, and thus had no memory of being carried and placed on a wide feather-stuffed mattress near the bed of gold. They missed the licking up of their cum from the dragons' bodies. They missed the pleasure with which the dragons shared it with each other.

***

"One very important rule you must know and understand," said the Master, sitting like a dog again. Beside him, the Mistress sat in her own quadrupedal form, the both of them looming over their trial pets. They had just completed a tour of the cave for Vonna and Bran, including highlights of the treasure hoard, the location of where the humans could relieve themselves - and how they were expected to cleanse themselves after - as well as the crystal-lit library where most of their education would be handled. Despite the rocky surroundings, the stone beneath Bran and Vonna's feet was, everywhere, as smooth and pristine as could be. There wasn't even a chill in the cave, neither in the air nor in the rock, which was fortunate because the humans had been informed they would not be allowed clothing unless they needed to venture outside in cold weather or some special occasion required it.

The Master continued: "Because of the nature of your duties to us, and the differences between us, there are risks. Magic will help us avoid many of them, but we will also use a safety word in case of anything none of us anticipates."

"A safety word?" Bran echoed. He and Vonna knelt on their shared mattress, as they had been told to do.

"Yes," said the Mistress. "Should you need to pause or even stop whatever is happening - perhaps you are in pain, or you are afraid, or you have some other issue - you have but to speak the word and we shall all stop to address it. We ask only that you not abuse it out of frivolity."

"The word... is 'red," said the Master.

Vonna and Bran blinked at each other. "That's it?" the former tavern wench said. "That's all? Just... 'red?'"

"It must be something simple, quick and easy to say," said the Mistress. "Whatever the problem is, it might need to be dealt with quickly." At this, Vonna and Bran slowly nodded. "In the event you are unable to speak, we suggest a hand gesture. I believe it is called 'snapping your fingers?' Please demonstrate that you can do this with either hand." The two humans proved easily capable of such an action, and both dragons nodded in approval. The Mistress then asked, "Do you have any questions before we proceed?"

"Um, I have just one," said Bran. "I'm just curious... What happened to my hair? I mean, the hair on my body? My face?" He rubbed at his cheek, smoother than any shave he'd ever had.

"I was wondering about that, too," Vonna added. Her body was likewise missing any hair she'd previously had, save for what grew out of her scalp, and her eyebrows and eyelashes.

The Master chuckled. "Your depilation was our doing - the crystals we used on you? They were not merely for making you feel good."

"We prefer our pets to be smooth, as we ourselves are," added the Mistress. "We left you your manes and what is around your eyes for your comfort and means of expression. As for the rest..." She paused, her tongue slithering for a languid lick along her muzzle. "It will benefit all of us. Trust us. Anything else you wish to ask?"

Again, Bran and Vonna exchanged nervous looks, but neither spoke. What was there to say? Although they hadn't talked about it, even while the dragons had slept, they were thinking the same thing: the situation seemed unreal.

It was about to get very, very real.

"Perhaps we should ease them into it, my love," said the Master. "Give them a demonstration?"

The Mistress purred and leered. "A perfect choice, my love. My loins have been craving you since we found our new friends here!"

The Master nodded, then turned a serious look upon the humans. "Do not touch yourselves or each other until we tell you. Do you understand?"

They understood.

Hissing, the Master pounced upon his mate and rolled with her as their limbs tangled - Bran and Vonna were almost bowled over by one of the Master's wings passing a handsbreadth over them. The Mistress wound up on her back, her own wings pinned under her. She reached up to grab the horns on her mate's head, pulling him down so that their tongues twined together, wrestling, tying into slippery knots before untying and re-tying into new ones. Rumbling moans came from their throats as they engaged in their form of kissing, the Master's maw drooling into the Mistress's.

Vonna and Bran just gaped. Speechless.

After a lengthy exchange of saliva, during which the Mistress took a turn atop her mate, pinning his squirming bulk against the floor, they rearranged themselves again. The Mistress slinked off the Master's body with the sinuous grace of a serpent, kept her body pressed to the floor, and then raised her haunches, her back arching and her long tail curling up out of the way. She was at an oblique angle to the humans, and her neck craned her head around to grin at them. "Take a good look, my dears." She winked.

Neither Vonna nor Bran could miss what was on display, nor could they have mistaken it for anything other than what it seemed to be. The Mistress's sex was nestled between her thighs on one of the pale, banded segments of her underside. The slit opening had a pinkish tinge along its edges, and thick fluid was coating the surrounding bands, spreading rapidly and even dribbling onto the stone floor. Above it, just under the base of the tail, was the triangular pucker of her anus.

"Do you like what you see?" the Mistress purred at them, licking her muzzle.

Before Bran could form an answer, he heard Vonna gasp sharply. Glancing at her, she saw her attention had been caught by something other than the Mistress's display. He followed her gaze, and his breath caught in his throat.

The Master was reared up on his haunches, between which hung a massive organ. Bran had seen horses breeding, had seen the sizable cocks of the stallions. The dragon's cock was larger still, a long, thick shaft of turgid red flesh covered in ridges along its top side. The end culminated in a still-thicker head not unlike that of human men whose penises had been trimmed of their foreskin in infancy, except the flared head of the Master's cock bore a collar of fleshy barbs that undulated like the floppy points of a jester's hat. Glistening clear fluid dripped from the tip like a leaking jar of watered-down honey.

Vonna and Bran watched wide-eyed as the Master moved behind his mate. "I like what I see, my devoted life-slut," he growled. "And I am going to take it once again."

The Mistress bared her teeth and growled back. "Do it, my beloved stud. Let us show these darling humans how dragons fuck!"

Bran didn't think he could be any more shocked, but the dragons using gutter-talk managed to do it. He stole a glance at Vonna. Her face was flushed and she was squirming, biting her lower lip as she fought to resist her own arousal. Bran didn't need to look down to realize his cock was alarmingly hard.

Guiding his length with his talons, the Master pushed himself into the Mistress, spreading her cunt wide as his thick member disappeared into her body. Their voices rose together in a loud, lusty bellow, followed by great huffs of breath. The Master pulled back and then pushed in again, creating another shared outcry. He thrusted again and again, speeding up his pace as their scaly bodies tensed and rippled. She began to thrust back against him, raking her talons across the stone, the female dragon tossing her head back to moan and roar.

"Oh yes! Yes! Fuck me, my beloved drake! My fucking stud! Ram my body into jelly! Aughhr! Fuck me harder, you filthy beast!!"

"Take it! Take it all you wanton bitch! You beautiful, greedy fuck-wyrm! Nghrrsshhh! I never tire of your cunt or your screams! Take it, damn you!"

The Mistress took it, screaming over and over in ecstasy. On and on the two dragons fucked, sometimes slowing and then speeding up again. Bits of words foreign to Vonna, and even to Bran despite his studies, began to pepper the dragons' cries. Vonna didn't need a translation, however, as the display before her was something she had seen many a time. Hell, she'd been in the Mistress's place many a time, some virile man or energetic lad pounding her quim without mercy until she came and came. And the Mistress was cumming as well, backwashes of clear, viscous liquid escaping around the Master's cock. All that was different was that these lovers weren't human.

Bran, if forced to admit, was much less familiar with what he was seeing. His minimal experience with women in bed had never been anything like what the Master seemed to be enjoying. And the cries of the Mistress as she was fucked and made to orgasm over and over was captivating. He didn't dare touch his cock, even if the dragons hadn't told him not to. He knew the slightest touch of his hand then and there would make him spit forth his seed.

The two great bodies were colliding feverishly now, the Mistress and Master's cries overlapping. The female dragon seemed to be cumming almost non-stop, the orgasms overlapping and obscuring where one ended and the next began. "Fuck me, my beloved bastard! I need your seed in me! I need it all over me! Ohh gods above and below, fuck meeeee!"

"Yes! My love! My queen whore! Ahh! Aaaahhhh!!" The Master's head threw back and he breathed a gust of flame at the ceiling as he roared and came, keeping his cock fully buried inside his mate's cunt. In mere seconds it began to overflow in a tremendous mess of milky white slime, quickly mixing with the Mistress's own gushing. The combination made the sloppy mess under them even sloppier, and their cries seemed to take forever to fade away in the cave's echoes. Finally, his sides heaving, the Master slowly pulled out with a long, low groan, collapsing onto his back, wings splayed without a care.

Vonna and Bran were barely able to blink or think. The smell of mixed cum was heady in the air.

Groaning, the Mistress rose on shaky legs, turning around to nuzzle the Master. "Now, now, you magnificent wyrm, this is not the time to sleep."

Chuckling, he nuzzled her back. "You know full well I am capable, love. Just needed but a moment." With a groan, the Master rolled himself over and sat up, licking wetly at his mate's tongue.

"I hope..." Vonna paused, gathering her courage. She began again. "I hope you would not breathe fire at us when you... when you..."

A flicker of dismay crossed the Master's face. "Never! I swear to the gods I would never endanger either of you with that. Not even my dearest, here." The Mistress made a loving "Aww!" sound and licked his face.

A question bubbled to the surface of Bran's mind. "I... I didn't think dragons knew any... um... gutter-talk. Let alone use it during... this."

The Mistress chuckled. "Something the shadow elves taught us. We wound up indulging them in it so much, we still like to use it."

"Indeed, my beloved bitch," the Master cooed.

"Fucking flatterer," the Mistress cooed back.

Then, slowly, two pairs of reptilian eyes turned their gaze on the humans. "Oh, look, my naughty, filthy beloved," said the Master, his eyes seeming to peer into Vonna's soul. "Toys."

The Mistress's reptilian gaze was on Bran, and it made him shiver. "Indeed. Let us play with them, show them what true fucking really is, shall we?" Their long, forked tongues managed to meet without taking their eyes off their human targets for another moment, both dragons drooling messily over one another before the Mistress rose up on her haunches. "I think I know what this one will enjoy most," she said, making her way toward Bran as her body began shifting and adjusting.

By the time she was in front of him, the Mistress had assumed an almost human shape and posture. She stood taller than ever, but there was a rounder fullness to her hips. Making a show of licking her muzzle again, she brought her taloned paws to her torso, rubbing over the banding there. As if she were a baker kneading and stretching dough, two giant breasts began to take form as if being drawn out, two heavy orbs made from multiple segments. Two nipples popped up from between the dividing lines, as if they'd just been hiding underneath.

Bran cleared his throat. "I think I can honestly say... I was not expecting tits on a dragon."

The Mistress burst out laughing, which did many interesting things to her altered physique. The Master was laughing also, and even Vonna found she couldn't keep a straight face. Bran looked at all three of them and blushed bright red, but he found himself smiling.

"I made them for Ereth and Pinna," said the Mistress, managing to speak finally. "Well, I did so at Pinna's request. Both she and her husband are especially fond of such anatomy." She hefted the globes in her talons and rubbed a thumbtalon over each nipple, eliciting a grunt from her. "Do you like this form, with all its more familiar curves?" she asked.

"I... I do," Bran managed to say. "Your, ah, performance just now was... was inspiring for sure, but this... I never dreamed I would make such new discoveries about myself."

The Mistress purred and reached out to stroke his mop of red hair. "I am so glad to help in that."

"As for you," the Master began, looking at Vonna, "do you like what you see? Or do you wish me to change as well?"

Vonna swallowed. Her attention was held by the hunk of meat hanging between the male dragon's hind legs. It was still hard, or had hardened again quickly - she wasn't sure which. All she could do was take in the sight of it aimed in her direction. It sprouted from a segment in the dragon's underside, similar to the placement of the Mistress's cunt. There was something like a short sheath, little more than a few segmented rings surrounding the base, but the rest was that long, thick pillar of throbbing cockmeat, coated in the mixture of cum from the rutting.

She just blurted it out. "Red."

The Master blinked in surprise and drew back, sitting up on his haunches. "So soon? We have not done anything yet," he said, voice tinged with both concern and confusion. "What is the matter?"

Vonna swallowed again and turned her face up toward the dragon's. "How?" she whispered. She hadn't meant for it to come out that way, and she cleared her throat, trying to keep her fear from making her voice shake. "How could it possibly.... fit? It looks like you would split me apart with... that."

Despite how different his face was from a human one, the Master lit up in understanding. "Oh, that! There is nothing to worry about, my beautiful pet. You must understand and remember that we have done this before, with beings similar to yourselves, and not just the shadow elves. I will not bring any harm to you, no pain, not even if you wished it - though I remember Ereth liked receiving a good... oh, what was the word in your tongue? Sponking? No! No, spinking! Yes, spinking! He liked a good spinking, yes, that was it. I never understood it myself, but I never judged him for... Now why are you laughing?!" The Master looked at the Mistress as Vonna doubled over, covering her mouth as her shoulders shook.

"Spanking, my dear," said the Mistress, her own draconic face a mastery of patience. "The word is 'spanking.'"

Bran shrugged and nodded. "She's right."

Blinking repeatedly, the Master turned back to Vonna again. She was fighting to get a hold of herself. "I like a good spinking, myself," she managed to say, her lips pressed together to hold back more laughter.

The Master arched an eyeridge. "I see you are going to be a playful pet in more ways than one." He sighed and shook his head, but he was smiling. "Do you believe me when I say I will not hurt you with my cock?"

Sobering, Vonna opened and closed her mouth several times, looking again at his huge penis and then back at his face. "But, still, how?"

He smiled more. "Magic."

"Magic?" Vonna said, not wholly convinced.

"Magic," the Master repeated. "Please, have faith in me. Pinna and Ereth both took my cock inside them many, many times and they are fine and healthy still to this day. You need only be brave. Can you do that for us, hmm?" He reached to gently stroke her long black tresses with a talon, doing it so gently Vonna barely even felt her hair rustle.

She glanced at the Mistress and Bran. Her human companion could only shrug, but the Mistress was nodding. "Trust me. If I can take him, so can you."

Vonna's eyes narrowed. "I think you have that backwards?" Then she saw the Mistress smile and wink, and she blew out a breath, shaking her head. Looking back up at the Master, she straightened her posture and said, "Well... I've lain with many a man. Some were even good at it. Just... please, be careful."

"Of course," said the Master, his tone serious. "You will see."

"At least you won't get pregnant either?" Bran offered, then he whispered to the Mistress, "Right?"

"Correct," she replied softly, then lowered her face beside his. "And neither will I." She stole a fast, wet lick at his ear. Bran gasped and whimpered from it before his brain had time to dwell on what she'd said.

"Now then..." The Master rumbled. "Lie back, pet, and spread your legs wide."

Licking lips that had suddenly gone dry, Vonna did as she was told, flipping her hair up at the last moment so as not to let it be pinned beneath her back and shoulders. The Master crawled over her, remaining in his fully quadrupedal form, hot saliva dripping over her body, her face. She began to tremble.

"D-do it," she stammered. "D-don't keep me w-waiting."

The Master hissed and braced himself on a foreleg, his other reaching back to grab hold of his cock, and brought the tip of it to Vonna's cunny. It was just a light touch, a kiss of sorts, and she shivered and whimpered. The sides of his cockhead were in contact with her inner thighs, despite her spread - he was truly that large. The wavering tendrils tickled across her flesh, making her whimper and squirm even more.

And then... pressure. Vonna grunted as she felt herself being spread open, then spread more open. Gritting her teeth, she tried to relax, but still she felt herself being stretched wide. The sensation danced on the edge of discomfort, but didn't quite cross it.

Then she felt it moving into her. Gods, it felt huge! Every inch of her inner walls was being pushed past by something that had no business fitting into her. Slowly, inexorably, she felt her cunny filled to capacity with hot flesh like it had never been filled before, not even with the largest men she had ever lain with, whose cocks couldn't be made to fit into her, not without bruising the gateway to her womb while still more of their shafts remained outside her body.

And yet there was still more. She could feel it still moving into her! Vonna's face screwed up and she let loose a strangled cry. It wasn't possible! She raised her head, dreading a view of her belly impossibly distended, of blood spraying down her legs - and saw only the Master's tremendous cock sinking into her body as if it were hollow. Tight, but hollow. "Oh gods!" she cried out. "Oh f-fuck! H-how-!"

The Master grunted and curled his head down to bring his face to hers. His breath was hot and spicy-smelling, and his saliva dripped into her open mouth and over her face. "I told you," he growled. "M-magic! Ungh, gods indeed! So t-tight! Been ssssso long!"

Vonna stared up at him, heedless of the mess he was making on her face, before propping herself up on her hands to get a better look. She watched all of his cock somehow disappear into her body. She felt his cock's weight and girth filling her beyond any imagining, yet she was intact.

And it felt good. "Oh sh-shit! M-Master! I... Ungh! I c-can't believe it!" she gasped and moaned out.

"Aungh f-fuck!" the dragon grunted through clenched teeth. "You tight little slut of a human! You have not seen anything yet!" And with that, he pulled back, just as slowly, both he and Vonna whimpering the whole time. He stopped only when the thick head of his cock was inside her... Then he pushed back in, faster than before, and harder.

Vonna threw her head back and screamed. "Aaaah!" The Master pulled back again and then re-filled her, pulling another scream from her throat. And then another, and another, and another after that as he quickened his pace. "Ahhh fuuuck! Oh gods! It's so big! Ahh! Ahh yes!"

"And you are the tightest of bitches!" the Master snarled, thrusting into Vonna hard and steady, making her arch her back and thrusting her jiggling tits up. "Take all of my cock, pet! You can do it! Nghr!! Take your fucking dragon's cock!"

"Yes! Oh, fuck yes! Fuck me, Master! Please!!" Vonna screeched.

Bran was panting hard as he watched and listened. He was close to cumming even without touching himself. It must have shown, because his gaze was torn away by a talon gently but firmly pressing against his chin to make him look forward and up at the Mistress.

"Now, for you," she purred, and pressed the tip of her muzzle to his mouth. Before Bran could say anything, the dragon's long wet tongue pushed and writhed its way right into his throat. She actually tasted sweet, but the invasion was perhaps too enthusiastic. He gagged, his mouth flooding with saliva, both his own and hers, but before his body could react any more, a large taloned hand shoved him back onto the mattress. His mouth and throat suddenly empty, Bran gasped for air while his legs were flattened out by the weight of the Mistress straddling him.

Despite the dragons' earlier promises and assurances, Bran feared for himself. "Wait, please-" he began. He couldn't even remember that there was a safety word or gesture, let alone remember what they were.

"You and I have waited long enough," the Mistress rumbled, licking her muzzle as she ground her slit against his cock. Bran was amazed he wasn't being crushed by the action. "I need you inside me," she was saying, as a pair of talons almost daintily held his cock up by its base so that it pointed straight up. The tip was teased along the sloppy wetness clinging to the Mistress's slit and the surrounding segment, and he lifted his head to see more fluid pouring out of her onto his shaft and body.

"I...!" He fought to speak, still tasting her in his mouth. "How can I please you?" he finally managed to say. "I'm so much... so much smaller than-"

The Mistress cut him off, though her tone was gentle. "The same magic, just used differently. Trust me, my excited pet!" She winked, then lowered herself onto his shaft, her talons pulling away at the last moment until her pale nether segment was pressed to his groin, his stiff cock fully enveloped. There was no sense of the dragon's greater weight pressing down on him - it was as if a human woman was astride him.

What wasn't human was the sudden tightness surrounding his cock. No, that wasn't quite it, he realized. The Mistress felt tight, to be sure, but it wasn't merely any work by her muscles, powered by magic or not. No, Bran felt different. He gasped and grunted, his eyes widening as Vonna's had, as he felt the distinct sensation of his cock growing and filling the Mistress's sizable cunt. He could feel his cock growing inside her, longer and thicker than it had ever been in his life, and still as hard as he could be without exploding in orgasm.

The Mistress was moaning and groaning, and she lifted off him, just a few inches. Still looking down, Bran was both shocked and yet not shocked to see that the exposed part of his cock... still looked normal. He closed his eyes and shook his head, then looked again. Still normal, and yet the head of his cock, still inside the Mistress, felt giant.

"Do you believe now, you clever, filthy boy?" the Mistress growled, and then she dropped back down onto him. Again, no impact of draconic weight, only the feeling of the wettest and tightest cunny he had ever felt. A loud moan gusted out of him, a moan the Mistress echoed.

"I believe!" Bran whimpered. "Oh g-gods, I believe!"

"Good!" replied the dragon, rising up again. "Now enjoy the ride, you darling little shit!" She dropped down again with a cry, and then again, and again and again. "Oh yes! Oh gods I have missed this! Ah fuck! Thrust up, pet! You can do it! Give me your cock!"

Bran did his best to thrust, bucking his ass off the mattress, his fingers digging into its cover. His death grip on the bed ended only when the Mistress took hold of his wrists and raised his arms, her back arching enough to bring her bosom within his reach. Bran's hands latched onto the thick nipples, gripping them for dear life as the dragon continued to ride him.

"Do not be gentle!" the Mistress cried. Bran could only nod, too caught up in panting and howling. His grip became a twisting and tugging one, preventing the dragon from forming words of her own as she screamed, her taloned paws covering his hands to keep them in place while she bucked harder and faster.

Beside them, the Master was slamming his cock into Vonna's cunt and Vonna was finally thrusting her hips up to meet him. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her whole face was contorted with the lust of the most intense fucking she'd ever had! "Fuck me! Ahhh! Ah gods! You scaly bastard! Give me that cock! Harder, damn you!"

The Master huffed and cried out over and over, saliva frothing along the edge of his muzzle. "Rrrrrr! Fucking human bitch! You really want it harder?!"

"Harder!" Vonna screamed at him. "Fucking do it, you fucking asshole!" A moment later she couldn't form full words as the Master increased his pace.

"Ahh fuuuuck!" the Mistress was screaming. "Yes! I love human cock! I fucking love it! Do not ever stop! Fuck me day and night you filthy slut-boy!" Drool ran down her chest and milk began to drip from her nipples over Bran's hands. "Make me give you everything I have!" she cried.

"Oh gods! I'm going to cum!" Bran cried, teetering on the brink. How he'd managed to hold out for so long, he couldn't begin to fathom.

The Mistress's eyes opened wide. "Not yet!" she snarled. "Do not dare! Not yet!" Locking her knees against Bran's sides, knees that could have crushed him if she wished, she rolled to one side, ending up on her back. She came within an inch of flattening Vonna with her folded wing, the barrier of the Master's right foreleg planted on the mattress the only thing that stopped the collision. Bran was now held atop the Mistress, his cock gripped so tightly he couldn't thrust, and yet there still wasn't any pain.

"Now," the Mistress hissed, "keep fucking me!" The grip of her giant sex lessened ever so slightly, and she grinned wickedly at him.

Bran complied. He'd lost his grip on her nipples, but he was able to grip the edge of a belly segment with his fingertips for purchase before slamming his hips up and down. "Ungh! Aughh f-fuck yes!!"

Her neck craned up to drill her tongue into his ear, and then whispered into it, "Do not - ungh! - be afraid! Call me names! I want it, you naughty little fucktoy!"

Whimpering, Bran nodded. "Take my cock! Take it, you... you..."

"Say it!" she hissed.

"Ahh! You... You fucking dragon whore!" The scream of lusty joy from the Mistress's throat made him grin, and, sweating buckets, he pounded himself into her cunt as hard as he could. Her screams grew higher in pitch.

Vonna was cumming. Again, she was cumming! Her cunny seemed to have lost all control and was clenching and convulsing around the Master's cock of its own volition. Suddenly, in mid-orgasm, she felt his strong talons grip her body, lifting her from the mattress. Her legs were bent, knees pressed to her chest, and then Vonna screamed her head off as the Master slowly turned her on his cock like a roasting animal on a spit. The feel of all that hot wet flesh rotating inside her was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. She soon found herself on her elbows and knees, and then she was cumming once again as the dragon pounded into her from above and behind. She was losing count of how many times she was orgasming!

The cave echoed nonstop from the foursome's cries as the dragons used the humans for their pleasure while sharing it with them. The noise diminished only slightly when the Mistress curled her neck over to kiss Vonna, filling the wench's mouth and throat with undulating serpent tongue. Vonna just grabbed the Mistress's horns, both females screaming into one another's mouths as the males fucked them.

It caught Bran by surprise when the Master curled his head down to kiss him, too. The scholar was far too caught up in the pleasures of the Mistress's body to know how to react! He could only howl from what her cunny was doing to him while he gagged and choked on the Master's tongue, and then it was over as suddenly as it had begun; the Master was busy holding Vonna so as to twist her around his cock a second time before he flipped onto his back. She screamed in blind ecstasy as he bounced her atop him and she struggled to hold on like a rider trying to break in a new horse.

It did not take much longer for the males to reach their peak. The Master went off first, throwing his head back to roar in his ecstasy, without any fiery blasts, his horns making sparks on the cave floor as he thrashed. His talons held Vonna by the waist and hips as he pumped his seed into her body.

Vonna's eyes went wide and she shrieked as she felt the first spurting. Whatever magic the dragon was employing that made his cock fit inside her didn't seem to apply in the same way to his fluids. The force of his cum exploding inside her immediately made her feel like she was going to burst, but a split-second later there was a hell of a backwash! Buckets' worth of dragon-cum was overflowing out of her, running down the base of his cock and making a mess over the Master, Vonna's legs, the mattress, and the cave floor. And that was just from the first spurting - the next hit a moment later, and then the next, and then another. The wench's own cum was suddenly gushing in insane amounts, caught up in the same spell. Vonna thought she might scream her lungs out of her body as she came from all the sensations - and still the Master was cumming, and so was she!

Bran was orgasming as well, and he thought he might pass out from it. Whatever magic was at work inside the Mistress, it was affecting his output. He saw stars behind his eyes as he climaxed, pumping not just the largest load of cum in his life, but larger than should have been possible. Part of him feared he'd be drained to a husk, but the rest of his mind was lost in ecstasy like he had never known. The Mistress was cumming with him, one taloned hand pressed against his ass so that he could not pull away. A flash flood of fluids, hers and his, was making as much of a mess as the Master and Vonna were.

And then, finally, mercifully, it was over. Bran and Vonna trembled in the hold of their partners, both of them yelping and whimpering as they were pulled away and set back gently on the sticky, soaked mattress. Gulping for air, Bran managed to look down at himself. Despite being drenched in cum, his cock looked to be totally normal and intact, softening before his eyes. The mess was the only evidence that such an impossible fuck had happened. He looked over at Vonna. "You... okay?" he panted.

She nodded. "I am!" she said, her voice a dazed whisper. "I think."

The dragons were suddenly over them, the Mistress carefully giving them water, followed by the Master feeding them from the manna bottle. The humans took in as much as they needed. Rather than being exhausted, they both felt invigorated from the first taste of the manna, and they marveled at their survival of what they'd just experienced.

"Of course!" said the Mistress, setting aside the bottles. "And it is just as well."

Vonna paused in running her hand through the mess covering her belly. "Just as well?"

"Yes," said the Master, who, unlike Bran, still bore an erection. "For we have only just begun."

"Indeed we have, my depraved beloved," said the Mistress, nuzzling him while eyeing the humans. "Shall we trade partners?"

"Mmm an excellent suggestion, my dearest."

"Wait, what?" Bran blurted out. He got his answer quickly, as the Mistress moved onto the mattress with a wet squelch, crawling over Vonna's body.

Vonna had some carnal experience with other women. Stolen moments in dark rooms with other girls while growing up. Lonely wives with absent husbands and open minds. Married couples happy to have a third. This, however... "What are you going to do to me?" were the words she was about to speak.

She only got part-way through the question before the Mistress was straddling her head and pressing her large, messy cunt to the wench's face. A taloned hand entwined in Vonna's hair and held her tightly in place, while Vonna made surprised and muffled cries that went right into the Mistress's flesh. It looked to Bran like the woman's face was going to be enveloped and swallowed up.

"Nghh!" the Mistress grunted. "That feels good, but I do not want you suffocating." Pulled by the hair, Vonna's face came away, drenched in mixed cum. "Lick me. And do not be alarmed when the magic takes hold. Just trust me. Understood?"

Her eyes closed against the slop covering them, Vonna nodded. "I understa-" Again, she was cut off as that taloned hand pulled her face back to the dragon's quim. Extending her tongue as much as she could, Vonna began licking. She got barely enough air, snorting her breath out through her nose again and again as she lapped her way through the dripping fluids, searching for the sensitive flesh beneath.

She finally found it, and the Mistress moaned. "Ohhh yes, that's it! Keep going! Ahh!" She tightened her grip on Vonna's hair and began to lightly grind. Vonna swallowed the heady mix of male and female dragon cum, as much as she could fit in her mouth without choking. Her licks became faster and firmer, and suddenly she felt a strange sensation, not unlike when the Master had somehow stuffed his huge cock into her. Her tongue felt enlarged - not swollen, but filled out like bread dough left to rise. Suddenly she could lick into the depths of the Mistress's cunt, could reach every inch of her inner surface, or at least that was what she felt like was happening. Moaning, grunting like a pig at a trough, Vonna gave in to the spell's effects and began eating out the Mistress's cunt like a starving woman. Her cries were soon mixed with the dragon's.

"I do so love watching my betrothed do that," said the Master with a happy sigh. "However..." He turned his full attention to Bran, who was so captivated by the sight beside him that it took the scholar a moment to realize the Master was looking at him. "Time for you and me." The male dragon was stroking his hard shaft, drizzling fresh precum as the body attached to that cock shifted smoothly into a more anthropomorphic form. The writhing of the tendrils around the head was hypnotic, like the swaying of leafy branches in a windstorm.

Bran swallowed as the implication sank in, and it was his turn to blurt out the safety word. "Red."

The Master froze and blinked. "I would be using the same magic as I did with your companion, you know," he reminded Bran gently.

"Oh! No!" said Bran quickly. "It's not that. I kind of figured out what it must be doing."

"Ah," said the Master. "Excellent. I like a pet and partner with a sharp mind. We can discuss it as part of your studies later. But, if it is not that, then what is your concern?"

Bran blinked, his mouth opening and closing several times. Finally he managed to get out, " I've only ever been with girls - women, I mean. Not many, but still, just them. I've never been interested in... your gender."

"Oh." The Master drew back a little, his folded wings sagging behind him. "I suppose I have been too accustomed to those of more... flexible interests. Broader interests." The dragon looked lost, something Bran never would have imagined.

There was a sudden sound beside them - Vonna snapping her fingers. The Mistress instantly pulled her sex away from the wench's face, but Vonna didn't address her. She spoke to Bran. "Don't knock it until you've tried it!" she said with a happy grin. She was having as much fun with the Mistress as she'd had with the Master. She'd seen men with men on occasion, and she had always been secretly delighted by it, especially when they included her in their play as well. She knew, however, that not all men were so flexible. Nor were all women, she admitted to herself.

"I agree," said the female dragon. "We will not force you to do this if you are sure you do not like it. So say you also, my beloved?" She looked to her mate without a hint of rapprochement or doubt.

"I do say as well, yes," the Master said. "The last thing either of us wishes to do is make anyone uncomfortable. However, my beloved and your companion here, they make a good point. We would encourage you to try. If you do, and you do not like it, then I shall never ask it of you again. You would still be a welcome pet, and a welcome student!"

Bran thought for a moment. He'd never considered it before, why he liked women and never even thought about men. He knew men who were handsome, and who, well, very much weren't. He knew he liked the softness of women, liked the way their bodies had curves men didn't have, or at least didn't usually have. He'd never seen a man who aroused his interest the way women like Vonna did.

All that aside, he thought, he'd had no problem with the Mistress, not even before she'd altered her body. The Mistress wasn't human, but she had an animalistic beauty all her own. But she was no mere animal. The soft, feminine voice helped, of course, and that was something the Master didn't have... but his appearance was otherwise the same as his mate's, just different in color. And he couldn't deny there was truth in the benefits of keeping an open mind, of being willing to try new things.

He'd already tried sex with a female dragon, and had loved it. Maybe he could go a little bit further...?

Swallowing, he nodded. "I'll try?" he said. It accidentally came out high-pitched, and he cleared his throat. His face felt hot.

The Master, the Mistress, and Vonna all smiled. "Good pet," said the Mistress. Vonna could only spare him a smile before she was pulled back against the Mistress's cunt, and resumed licking, the both of them moaning in pleasure.

The Master moved in closer, stepping onto the messy bed. "Kneel, and open your mouth wide, but try to relax." As Bran moved to comply, he took several deep breaths. The Master nodded in approval. "Very good. Now, hold still, and allow me to do the work until you feel ready to do more than just receive."

"Maybe... Maybe start gently?" Bran said, his voice shaky.

"I promise." The Master smiled, and moved closer, kneeling right in front of Bran. It still made him loom over the human. The dragon stroked his cock, smearing precum all along its length, and then leaned in just enough to rub his phallus over Bran's face. Bran closed his eyes, trying to stay calm.

It was flesh. Just flesh. Aside from a hint of a musky scent and the odd feeling of those tendrils, there was nothing untoward about it. Some of the precum got into Bran's mouth. It tasted sweet, and he let out a little sound of surprised delight, almost lost in the growing moans and cries of Vonna and the Mistress.

The Master heard him over those cries, however, and he smiled more. "You see? Nothing bad about it so far, yes?" The dragon moaned softly as well, rubbing his cock over the human's face and stroking his red hair at the same time. Angling his shaft, the Master pressed the slit in the tip to Bran's mouth, and Bran found himself sucking the fluid down with growing desire.

Then, on a dare to himself, he stuck his tongue into the slit.

The Master lifted his head toward the ceiling and moaned loudly. "Ohhh fuck! That is it, human! I like a bold pet! Ohh gods!" He looked down at Bran again, panting from the small tongue poking and wriggling in his slit. "If you feel ready for more...?"

Bran thought for only a moment, then nodded as much as he could with his mouth suctioned to the large cockhead. He felt, in a way, not unlike a babe suckling at their mother's tit.

Grinning with a gleam in his eye, the Master simply nodded. He took hold of the back of Bran's head to angle his face upward. He then angled himself so that his huge cock was pointing straight down. "Here we go," said the Master with a wink, and then his cock was pushing into Bran's mouth.

It was like trying to take in an entire cut of meat rather than small bites. His mouth was full, his lips spread as wide open as they could be. A small part of Bran was afraid of what his teeth must be doing to the Master's flesh - the other, larger part feared for his life. Whatever magic had been at work to make the dragon fit inside Vonna's cunt had to be at work here, but it didn't change the fact that Bran needed to breathe! And the Master's cock was pushing in deeper, making him gag as it went down his throat, the tendrils squirming worm-like against his inner flesh. He whimpered and gurgled, and was on the verge of snapping his fingers...

"Nggh, ssss-stay calm," the Master grunted in Bran's ear, the dragon having lowered his head beside him. "Trust the magic. Ahh f-ffuck. Trust me."

Bran stayed his hand. His eyes were watering as the dragon's cock pushed in deeper and deeper. His throat felt full. He feared he would throw up or be injured... but he didn't throw up. He felt no pain. The dragon stuffed himself to the hilt in Bran's maw, the human's lips meeting the rings around the Master's base. Talons held the human's head tightly, not letting him pull away, and yet Bran felt nothing penetrating him below the neck. And, miraculously, he could breathe.

He raised his watering eyes to meet the Master's.

"S-See? You can - nghh! - do it!" the dragon hissed. "R-ready to have your handsome face fucked?"

Bran gave the barest of nods, and the Master proceeded, pulling up and then thrusting down, like a giant butter churn. The dragon went slowly at first, but soon was speeding up, huffing and moaning loudly as he used Bran's mouth just as he'd used Vonna's cunt.

Vonna, for her part, was trying not to drown. The Mistress was riding her face and tongue harder, hissing and begging for the wench to do more while her juices filled Vonna's mouth faster than she could swallow. Her face and hair were drenched. She was thankful that not only was the dragon's magic helping, but that the Mistress was not crushing down upon her.

"Fuck yessss!" the Mistress hissed as she cupped and kneaded one of her breasts, milking herself as the other taloned hand kept jerking Vonna by the hair against her cunt. "Augh gods you gorgeous little slutfuck! Rrrr!" The dragon ground herself down more, squeezing the tongue magically filling her. After another minute of Vonna's desperate licking, the Mistress pulled away and made a slight alteration to her position. "Suck it! Suck it hard you little human fuckbitch!"

For a moment, Vonna was confused. Hadn't she just been doing that? She wiped her eyelids clear of juices as best she could and looked up at the Mistress carefully. She was about to ask what the dragon meant when she realized what was right in front of her: a reddish-pink ball of flesh at the peak of the huge vagina over her. The ball was the size of a small plum. She wasn't sure if she had missed it before, or if it hadn't been showing at all, but it was clearly visible now.

A sly smile grew on Vonna's face, and she stole a quick wet slurp at the Mistress's clit. Receiving a shriek in response, she did it again, and then rapidly swirled and lapped her tongue around and against that ball of flesh. The Mistress howled and wailed, calling Vonna a plethora of gutter names and lapsing into other words the wench was sure were equally dirty but totally foreign to her. She didn't let up on the dragon, finally giving her what she'd demanded - she wrapped her lips about the entire ball and sucked. She sucked hard and licked without mercy at the same time, as if the Mistress's clit were the juiciest, sweetest, ripest piece of summer fruit. The Mistress screamed her head off and gushed a new flood of cum all over Vonna's neck and chest.

And then the Mistress arched her spine and curled her long neck backwards until her muzzle was down between Vonna's legs, and stabbed her tongue deep into the human's cunny, licking furiously. Soon Vonna was cumming and screaming with the Mistress, neither of them letting up on the other in the slightest.

The Master took notice of what his mate was doing, and curled his neck around to get a better look below himself. Bran's face was getting well and truly fucked. His face was red and his eyes leaked tears, but he wasn't fighting or trying to get away. He had begun to actually suck and not merely receive the dragon's cock in his throat, and his tongue licked and slurped as best it could. A closer look by the Master confirmed why.

Bran was enjoying himself, his human cock hard and drizzling precum. And he hadn't even been touching himself.

"Ungh! Very good, pet!" the Master crowed. "I am so proud of you! Ah gods fuck! You deserve something extra I think, you hard little human fucktoy!" Keeping his hold on Bran's head, the Master carefully lowered himself down. It forced Bran to lean back onto his hands, and the dragon's cock could no longer go quite so deep because of the angle created - but it didn't stop them either.

The Master lowered his tailhole, hovering over Bran's cock, using his free hand to steady the aim - and then sat down on it, his bodyweight as light as a feather. The effect of the magic was instant. Bran howled muffledly around the pumping meat in his mouth as his cock felt like it was filling the dragon's backside, the ring of that large anus feeling impossibly snug!

The Master howled with him, clenching and grinding on the human's shaft. "Ohh fuuuck! Yes! Fuck meeee!" wailed the dragon. "Fuck my ass! Fucking pound me you handsome little sluttoy! Ahhhh gods!"

The four of them bucked and thrashed together, side by side, each pairing working harder and harder to drive themselves into an ever-increasing frenzy. The lustful magic was palpable in the cave air. Moans, curses and screams echoed over each other like competing ripples on a pond. It couldn't last for long, but Bran and Vonna were as determined as their hosts to try.

Vonna went off first, letting the Mistress's clit pop free of her mouth as she gave a piercing scream, gushing cum into the dragon's mouth and squirting over her scaly visage. Her arms flailed but couldn't find purchase anywhere - until she grabbed the Mistress's clit like a stone. Roaring, the Mistress came so hard that it was as if a barrel of syrupy water had been overturned above Vonna's head. Bran and the Master quickly followed, the human spurting what felt like another impossibly giant load of his spunk into the Master's ass. His muffled scream turned to messy gurgles as the first blast of dragon cum rushed into his gullet. Pulling back quickly, the Master's next pulse filled Bran's mouth to overflowing, barely giving the human time to swallow any of it. A heartbeat after that, the Master's cock was fully removed, and Bran's face, hair, chest and arms were getting soaked in hot liquid pearl. The small part of Bran's mind still working was grateful such a flood of cum hadn't been forced into his gullet. He could only guess that even the magic had its limits.

The Master fell backwards off the mattress onto the floor, panting and whimpering, his ass now empty of cock and leaking Bran's spending. Beside him, the Mistress had crawled away from Vonna, legs and neck curled into herself like a human baby. Bran and Vonna both lay still save for the heaving of their chests, their bodies drenched.

Slowly, the dragons recovered themselves and carefully picked up their human charges without saying a word. They carried Vonna and Bran to the hot spring so all four of them could bathe, the dragons doing most of the work. When it was done, they returned to the giant mattress bed. It lay right where it had been left, beside the dragons' bed of gold, but it was now immaculate, without a trace of bodily substances. Water and manna were provided again, the humans barely awake enough to swallow.

"Rest well, my sweet pet," the Mistress whispered to Bran, nuzzling him as she laid him down. "I, too, am so proud of you."

"As I am of you, my dear," cooed the Master as he kissed Vonna on her forehead. "Sleep now. More tomorrow. Much more."

The humans, dazed and sleepy, gave the faintest of nods before they were fast asleep. The dragons sat watching them for a short time before retiring to their own bed, their bodies intertwined.

As they slept, Vonna and Bran's bodies repeatedly became intertwined as well.

***

The trial of a week had been agreed upon, and so each day and night followed a rough pattern. Upon waking up, the humans were fed and watered, then sent to do any necessary ablutions, especially if nature called. Vonna and Bran were even provided with ornate teeth cleaning tools made of enchanted silver that would not tarnish nor need cleansing themselves - tools left over from the shadow elves, they were told. The idea of using such tools left by someone else gave Vonna trepidation, but Bran convinced her of their safety. The dragons were clearly masters of wizardry and wouldn't want their playmates to be ill or ill-at-ease.

Next came a visit to the outside for sunshine and fresh air that needed no magic. The cave entrance near the sacrificial post was not used - all of them were in agreement that they had no desire to see that particular spot again anytime soon - but rather a "back door". A side tunnel led to an opening higher up in the hills, offering a stunning view of the countryside beyond - green hills, distant snowy caps on mountains, dense forests, flower-filled meadows, ponds, all with a brilliant summer sky overhead. It was a view neither Vonna nor Bran had ever seen. Stony outcrops at their backs hid any view of Hobbler's Grove, which suited them just fine.

Returning inside, a few hours were spent tutoring. On the first day, the Mistress and Master gently tested the limits of the humans' knowledge and education. Bran, largely self-taught, had a keen intellect that just needed guidance and access to the dragons' library, and a plan for applying his intellect to basic wizardry, with emphasis on learning to apply himself with greater wisdom and social awareness. Vonna was smart and experienced in social graces, but had been given much fewer opportunities to learn beyond that - and little encouragement. Knowing a good thing when she saw it, Vonna was eager to expand her horizons. While she found much of what Bran wanted to study dry and uninteresting, she found herself drawn to the arts - stories, parables, histories, tapestries, sculpting, painting... She soon found a creative streak inside her she'd never known was there.

They both needed what the Master and Mistress called "remedial mathematics." Bran and Vonna both found it equally challenging. There was some consideration also of learning languages, but the Mistress had to restrain her mate from going too far with planning the humans' education. It was only a trial period, after all.

And in the evenings, it was playtime.

Each night had something different happening. The night after their first session, the Master fed his cock down Vonna's throat while she struggled to handle the fullness of it, and Bran learned first-hand just how much the Mistress could orgasm from his mouth. After they both narrowly avoided drowning in cum, the humans were rewarded with a turn at fucking the dragons in the ass. The Mistress screamed in delight from the pounding Bran gave her while Vonna was taught the use of a double-ended crystal phallus that hummed away inside both her cunt and the Master's ass, much as the depilation crystal had done.

The next night, Vonna and Bran learned how to work together, using mouths and hands to bring the Master to orgasm, ultimately making him shoot his seed all over his mate. Then the Mistress schooled them in more oral play - licking her body clean of the seed, sucking the milk from her breasts, taking turns eating out her cunt and asshole at the same time. Their play culminated in a test of magic upon Vonna's cunt and Bran's cock and balls, the dragons stroking and then milking the humans for their cum in those same giant amounts from their first night, to show how it was possible to achieve without penetration. Bran's seed and Vonna's gushings ultimately filled an enormous barrel to overflowing, a heady mix that the dragons happily guzzled down most of before making the humans consume the rest. On suspicion, Vonna asked if the magic alone made such giant orgasms possible for Bran and herself. Pleased with her insight, the dragons admitted that the manna also had something to do with it.

Over the course of the trial, Vonna and Bran were exposed to newer, wilder pleasures while gaining practice at old ones. The Master and Mistress licked Bran's cock together and took turns sucking him until he went off in their mouths as they kissed around the head. Then they slithered their tongues inside Vonna's cunt and asshole until she begged for relief from the orgasms they gave her. Another time, the wench had her fists and arms buried past the elbows in the Mistress's twin holes while Bran learned to fit both of his inside the Master's ass. It gave the humans quite the workout, punching in deep enough to make the dragons beg for mercy before showering everyone with their climaxes. Vonna had her cunt and ass taken at the same time by the Master's cock and tail, and Bran rode the Mistress while her own tail went to work on his backside. The humans took turns being sandwiched between the dragons, trying their endurance as they were fucked up their assholes from the one behind them while being used to fuck the dragon in front of them. And every night cum was sucked out of holes, shared, and eaten.

Nothing was left untried so long as it was deemed safe for everyone, though the Master had to convince his mate that the humans weren't ready for the more advanced acts requiring magic. The Mistress voiced the idea at the end of the fifth evening, after Bran and Vonna were asleep.

"Someday, my beloved," he whispered in her ear, "someday, if they decide to stay, they might be ready for new orifices and appendages. I know you want the lad's cock pounding under your ribcage while the lass takes my cock plus a dozen tendrils from my form. But we do not want to overwhelm or frighten them." The Mistress was forced to agree, but was glad her mate understood and shared her desires. Their old friends the shadow elves had seemed born ready for such experimentation. Bran and Vonna just weren't there yet. It was possible they never would be, and that was acceptable. There was certainly no shortage of conventional pleasures to be had!

At the end of the seventh night, after the dragons retired to bed, Bran and Vonna were still awake. Despite the intensity of the week and the nightly exhaustion that had come with it, they had begun to feel accustomed to life with their hosts. They'd had few chances to speak privately with one another, however, not since the dragons' appearance at the place of their intended sacrifice.

"Bran," Vonna whispered in the near darkness - the sourceless light of the cave was dimmed every night, with crystals on the stone ceiling mimicking the stars in the night sky. They even moved as the sky did. "Bran, are you still awake?"

"Yes," he whispered back. They'd never spoken at bedtime before, and he became concerned. "Are you all right?"

"I'm all right. Are you?"

Bran blinked in the darkness, losing track of the crystal star he'd been watching. "I am." He was about to ask what she wanted, and trying to think of how to do so politely, when he realized: he was all right. He gave a soundless laugh. "I'm all right. After all this... Who'd have thought?"

"I was thinking the same thing," said Vonna. She turned onto her side to face him, a vague man-like shadow before her. "I don't think... I don't think I want this to end."

Slowly, he rolled over to face her as well. It brought his naked body into contact with hers, but neither of them drew back or even shifted to avoid touching. "You want to stay?"

Strands of Vonna's hair tickled him as she nodded. "I do. Master and Mistress were right. What have we to go back to?"

Bran found he didn't even need to think about his reply. "Nothing. Maybe once there was but... not any longer. And I admit, even without the play... I like them."

Vonna smiled, suppressing a laugh that came out as a silent snort through her nose. "Me, too."

A brief silence hung between them.

"I know you're a smart man," Vonna said slowly. "And, and there's a kindness to you, that I wish I'd seen sooner. I'm sorry I didn't. I'm glad that you of all people are here to do this with me."

"I'm sorry I didn't see it sooner in you either." Bran cleared his throat. "I'm also glad you're here with me, Vonna.

They reached for each other, hugging closely. Bran's cock stirred against her skin, and Vonna's cunny became wet, but they didn't do anything more than hold one another. Eventually, they drifted off together.

The Master and Mistress smiled in their sleep.

***

"Are you both sure of your decision?"

"We are, Mistress," said Bran.

"Both of us," Vonna added, smiling. She took Bran's hand in hers and squeezed. He smiled at her and squeezed back.

"You may, of course, change your minds someday," the Master said, hesitant as he came to sit beside his mate. Both dragons were in their normal quadrupedal form that morning. "We know what we have been hoping for is not an easy thing-"

"Master," Vonna said. "We want this. Just as much as you do." Bran nodded in agreement.

The dragons looked at each other. "As it is in magic," the Mistress began, "all must be in threes to be sure. Before you say anything further, know the fullness of what you are agreeing to. Until now, all has been practice. If you accept, you will be collared, and even leashed at times. You will be given gift names. You will be ours. We will never treat you as slaves, but you will be here in service to our carnal wants even as we will work to satisfy your own, as well as furthering your education. You will be ready to serve us as we desire at any time. If we wake you from sound sleep to pleasure us, you will do so. Remember also that if we wish to share you with guests, for we occasionally do have them, then that is what will happen - or we may bring you with us to visit others. Perhaps even Ereth and Pinna. We will, of course, guarantee you will never be mistreated."

"At all times the safety word will still be respected," added the Master. "Even we may use it if we feel something should be paused or stopped. And the collars themselves are magic, containing the same spells we use to make our anatomy compatible despite the difference in our sizes. It will save us the trouble of having to actively cast them every time we have need. They will also ensure you remain young and perfectly healthy for the rest of your lives. You will never know illness, nor can you be injured from our activities. And should you ever be told to fuck other humans - including each other - you will not be able to impregnate them or be impregnated by them."

Vonna smiled sheepishly. "I don't feel ready to be a mother anyway."

"Nor I a father, I admit," Bran said.

"We understand," said the Master. "Furthermore, the collars will extend your lives, for we have no wish to lose you merely to time. We dragons are very, very long-lived, after all. Should you someday leave us, for whatever reason, you will simply resume aging normally. Of course, we hope you will stay."

The Mistress then sat up straighter, looking down imperiously at the humans. "So, are you both absolutely sure this is what you wish to commit to?"

Bran and Vonna looked at each other, uncertain. They both still felt ready to commit, but hearing the full arrangement laid out so formally was enough to give pause. "I have a question," Bran finally said.

"Ask, please," said the Master.

"What do you mean by 'gift names?'"

Both dragons' expressions brightened. "Oh, that!" the Mistress said with a chuckle. "Consider them pet names for you. Please understand, you will always be Bran and Vonna. Those are the names gifted to you at birth and will always be yours. No one can take them from you, not even us, even if we wanted to."

"But the names we give you are how we will address you, and how you should address one another in our presence," said the Master. "You will continue to call us as you do - except, of course, when you might call us gutter names during play."

"Are you certain you are ready?" the Mistress asked again, a tinge of hope in her voice.

Bran and Vonna answered in unison. "We're certain, Mistress."

The dragons smiled, the Mistress turning to her mate. "The collars, my love."

"At the ready." The Master suddenly produced two metal circles as if he were a prestidigitator performing a street trick. He grinned and winked. Vonna and Bran smiled in delight. The circles were large rings made of braided silver and gold, each bearing a small metal loop for a leash, as well as a yellow gemstone that glowed as the ceiling crystals did, only softer.

Taking one of the collars, the Mistress said, "On the mattress. Kneel."

Bran and Vonna stepped onto the giant bed and knelt.

The Mistress reached down, and suddenly one of the collars was around Bran's neck. There'd been no sensation of it opening or of it closing around him, and it was surprisingly light and comfortable. "I formally declare you to be our pet," the Mistress said. "For your kind heart and your open-mindedness to new carnal experiences, I name thee... Slutangel."

The human tried to suppress a giggle, and his face was red. "Thank you, Mistress," he said.

Then the Master leaned down over Vonna, and placed the other collar around her neck. It did not even so much as catch a single one of her strands of hair. "I formally declare you to be our pet," he intoned. "For your equally kind heart and your open-mindedness to new carnal experiences, I name thee... Angelbitch."

The human felt at her collar, then glanced at her fellow pet. "Dragons believe in angels?" she said bemusedly.

The Master smiled. "We do not believe in the servants of the gods. We know they exist."

"Perhaps, someday, you might even get to play with one," the Mistress added.

"An angel, or a god?" Slutangel asked.

The Mistress chuckled again, a gleam in her eye. "Yes."

The pets were too stunned by that to say anything in response.

"For the moment," said the Master, "we shall anoint you both. Angelbitch, Slutangel, take hold of one another, as tightly as you can press yourselves."

They blinked, but they didn't hesitate, the humans turning on their knees to embrace each other.

"Good. Keep looking at us." The green dragon moved back a bit to make room. "My love, would you care to do the honors first?"

Beaming, the Mistress nodded. "My pleasure." The blue dragon moved to lay partly on her back, her upper body propped up against her mate's segmented underside. She spread her legs wide, revealing her glistening slit. It was aimed right at the pets. "Proceed, my dearest."

The Master rumbled and reached down, stroking and fingering the Mistress's sex with his talons, the female dragon moaning and breathing deeply. The pets watched them intently, their gazes alternating between the Mistress's cunny and the hungry, lusty looks in both dragons' eyes.

"That's it, my beloved," the Master hissed as he worked her cunt harder and faster. "You want to cum for our pets now, do you not? You need to. You need to shower them in your spend."

"Yes!" moaned the Mistress. "Oh gods, yes! Fuck me! Fuck my cunny and make me anoint these dear, wonderful new pets!" She gritted her teeth, baring them as she squirmed from the Master's ministrations. "Oh fuck yes! Make me cum like a human whore!"

"Get ready, pets," said the Master. "She will likely go off any moment!" The Master's paw ground itself against the bulb of his mate's clit as he pumped his talons in and out of her wet, squelching cunny harder and faster. "Open your mouths and close your eyes!"

No sooner had the humans complied with the order when the Mistress arched her spine and roared. The Master whipped his taloned paw away and a split-second later a fountain of female dragon cum rushed out. The humans were quickly drenched in it, their open mouths filling. Before they could finish swallowing any of it, the Mistress was gushing again, screaming in ecstasy. The last of it trickled out of her, over her anus and onto the underside of her tail and the stone floor.

"Very good, my dearest," the Master cooed, teasing his talons along his mate's inner thighs.

"Thank you, my love," she gasped out. "Now, go stand over them on the other side. It is your turn."

Nodding, the Master helped her stand, then prowled his way around to the far side of the mattress. "Look this way now, pets, and be ready."

"Yes, Master!" Angelbitch whined.

"Oh, gods. Yes, Master." Slutangel groaned, hugging his fellow pet tighter, his cock hard against her belly. She hugged him back tighter still, her breasts mashed against his chest.

Chuckling, the Master sat back on his haunches, his cock drooling precum messily, tendrils waving in an invisible current. The Mistress slithered around beside him and smeared that fluid over his shaft, then began to stroke him while teasing his glans with her tongue. The pets watched intensely, eyes open despite the female dragon cum dripping from their hair. Already their mouths hung open and ready, knowing now what would soon come next.

The Master was grunting hard and grinding himself into the Mistress's stroking talons. "Ungh. Harder, my beloved fuckbitch! Make me cum all over our pets! Nghh shit yes!"

The Mistress purred and laughed darkly. "Such a needy dragon, mate of mine! Yes, you will cum. Anoint our darling pets with your seed! Make a mess of them that will never wash off!" She pumped his cock more vigorously, making him cry and curse louder.

It didn't take long. The pets barely closed their eyes in time as the Master roared and began pumping semen all over them, adding to the mess the Mistress had made. The humans whimpered and moaned, grinding against one another as they were bathed in spunk, gulping down as much cum as their mouths could catch.

Panting, the Master fell to his side, his cock drizzling watery aftercum. The Mistress slipped around to prop him up against her, draping a wing about him like a blanket. Looking to the humans, she said, "Angelbitch. Slutangel. Lick up the cum from your faces so you might safely open your eyes."

The two humans immediately set to licking and sucking up the mess as ordered, moaning lustily as they wolfed down as much slop as they could. Focusing mainly on their foreheads and below, they carefully opened their eyes, and then gingerly tidied each other up, the lower halves of their faces still messy. Angelbitch wore a shit-eating grin as she gazed into her counterpart's eyes. Slutangel licked his upper lip and winked at her.

"Very good, pets," purred the Mistress. "Now, while my mate and I rest for a while... Give us a show."

"Yes," the Master grunted, still catching his breath. "Let us watch the two of you fuck each other. Celebrate your new status as our pets."

"And do not be gentle about it. Let your need out!" the Mistress added.

"Yes, Mistress!" the pets said together. They looked at each other again as Angelbitch reached down with a messy hand to stroke and pump Slutangel's cock. Groaning through gritted teeth, he slipped a hand between her thighs and jammed two fingers into her quim, making her lift her head toward the ceiling and moan loudly.

Aside from their nocturnal cuddling, consciously or unconsciously, it was their first blatantly sexual contact ever.

They pumped one another firmly, and their gazes met again, glaring with mutual, feral need.

"Fucking cunt!" Slutangel hissed, flicking at her hooded clit.

Angelbitch yelped. "Cocksucking asshole!" she growled back.

"Do not simply tease one another!" the Master barked. "Fuck each other! Now!"

"Yes, Master!" they cried, like royal troops answering their captain. Slutangel shoved Angelbitch down onto the cum-covered mattress. With a snarl, she rolled and got onto her hands and knees.

"From behind! Take me from behind!" she demanded.

Moving behind her, Slutangel grabbed his cock, lined himself up with Angelbitch's cunny, and slammed himself inside in one powerful thrust. "Aaaahh! Aungh fuck!" he cried.

She howled as she was filled so suddenly. There was no magic at work this time. His human cock and her human cunt were already perfectly made for each other. "Ah gods! Yes! Fuck! Fuck me!" she yelled.

Slutangel began to do just that, ramming himself in and out of her with a savagery he'd never felt before, baying like a wolf as he took out his growing need on her body. Digging her hands into the soaked mattress cover, Angelbitch threw her ass back at him as hard as she could, cum from both dragons sent flying and dripping off her body, her tits bouncing under her.

"Harder!" she screamed.

He went harder, his balls smacking her clit. "Take it!" he shouted, then reached out to grab her cum-soaked hair, pulling her up and back against his chest roughly like it was a horse's reins. "Fucking take my cock you gods-damned slut!"

"Yes! Ah fuck, yes!"

They rutted like wild animals, Slutangel's hands gripping her tits and kneading them. Milk suddenly squirted from them, a sensation Angelbitch had never known, making her yelp and struggle. It was another benefit of her collar, she was sure. Slutangel didn't let up, though, and neither did she.

"Cum in me, you fucker!" she cried. "Fill me up you fucking bastard!"

"Almost there, you whore! Ah! Cum with me, damn you!"

"Slutangel!"

"Angelbitch!"

They went off together, howling at the tops of their lungs, Angelbitch's cunny spasming and clenching around Slutangel's cock as it spurted into her, mixing with her own outpourings. It must have been the magic of their collars, for they came in inhuman amounts, as if they had been fucking their dragon masters. The mess on the bed grew even more.

Across from them, the Mistress and Master were whimpering and shaking. They hadn't cum, but they were fondling one another, edging each other as they watched and listened as if nothing else existed in the world but themselves and their pets.

Panting, Angelbitch slipped off her counterpart's cock, turned, wrapped her arms about him, and kissed him. Their first kiss. Slutangel whimpered and kissed her back, a kiss both tender and feverish at the same time. They moaned into each other's mouths as their tongues met, wrestling violently. One of her hands found his cock - it was still hard. Another gift of the collars.

"Do not sssstop!" the Mistress hissed. "Ssssuck each other!"

The kiss broke reluctantly, but quickly. "Yes, Mistress!" Angelbitch said. Slutangel was reeling from their kiss and couldn't quite find his voice.

He didn't need to say anything. Angelbitch shoved him away this time and crawled around on top of him. Slamming herself down onto his face - she didn't need to worry about injuring him, after all - she swooped down and inhaled his cock to the root, gagging only slightly from the force of it. Slutangel cried out and grabbed her shapely ass, pulling her against him harder as he stabbed his tongue into her cunt, licking and sucking with a furor. His teeth scraped across her clit, making Angelbitch scream muffledly around his shaft. In retaliation, she gripped his ass as well and began to move her head in frantic bobs up and down while sucking his meat and licking everywhere her tongue would stretch. She also crossed her ankles under his head, ensuring his face was planted firmly against her sex and ass. Slutangel could only scream muffledly into her as well, and crossed his ankles in a like manner over her head, forcing Angelbitch to keep him in her throat more often than not. His cries were sent straight into her flesh, a vibration not unlike that of the crystal phallus, and her own strangled cries coursed over the nerves in his cock as well.

As the two human pets struggled and sucked one another, shaking and screaming into each other, drenched in mixed cum on a mattress flooded with bodily fluids, the Master and Mistress watched as they held and teased one another.

"Are you happier now, my darling?" the Master asked, his voice shaking.

"Oh, yes! Yes, my beloved!" the Mistress replied. "Completely happy!"