Sacrifice Pt. 01

He lay his young pet down in the center of that huge bed and climbed in next to him, one hand laying gently on Andy's chest, feeling his heart hammering against his ribs as if it would escape. He bent to kiss him again and Andy put his fingers gently against Grond's lips.

"Wait master, I beg you!" Those eyebrows raised and Grond drew back a little.

"What is it, Andrew?"

"Let me please you, sire."

"You have already pleased me, my pet. More than you may know." Andy put his hand on the big mans chest and slowly pressed him over until he was laying on his back, propped up against the pillows. He rolled over and flipped his leg over those narrow hips until he straddled his master, placing both hands on those broad shoulders and stared into the man's eyes. His hands slowly slid up the shoulders and his neck until he cupped Grond's face in his palms.

"I want to thank you, master. For... forcing me to realize what was in my heart. For making me say out loud what I yearned for. For making me give myself to you. I want to show you what I will do for you without any force. What I will do for my lord and master willingly and joyously. Please let me please you, master."

One huge hand grabbed the young man by the jaw as Grond stared back into those lighter pale green eyes of his servant.

"I am a dragon, Andrew. An Emperor Dragon and the last and greatest of my kind. As you are well aware. My life is combat and conquest and fear and destruction. Never in my extremely long life have I ever had such a willing sacrifice. I am used to demanding and taking what I want with no regard for the wants or desires of any other creature, elf or dwarf or man or even god." He smiled and eased his grip and patted the freckled cheek gently.

"But for now, because it amuses me and because you have begged so politely, I will allow this." One finger slipped through the ring attached to Andrews collar and pulled him closer. "And just so you know... When the time comes I will bind you and climb atop you and take your body as mine long and hard and repeatedly. It is my way."

The young redheads eyes closed and his mouth came open, a moan escaping his lips as goose bumps appeared up and down his flesh. His whole body shivered.

"Oooohhh... God...And when that time comes, my lord..." He husked. "I will cross my wrists for you to bind me and I will beg you for mercy, even though I know you will give me none. And while my mouth is begging for mercy my body will be begging for you to take me and make me yours." His arms crossed behind the dragons neck and he brought his lips down and kissed his lord and master with all of the passion and fire and desire for submission that he had in his soul. Grond's thick muscled arms closed around his back, at first so tightly it was hard for him to breathe. Then they relented and wandered up and down the slim back over that pale skin, chasing away the goose bumps with the warmth of his palms. When those rough warm hands settled on the smooth pillows of his bottom Andy moaned deep in his throat and sucked his master's tongue into his mouth.

Reluctantly, the redhead pulled away from those lips and slid down a little, kissing the side of Grond's neck and onto his shoulders, marveling at the corded muscle of his master's body. Even though the man seemed to be carved from stone from the very center of the earth itself, his skin was smooth and soft and extremely warm like fresh baked rolls just come from the oven.

Glancing down, Andy saw something glisten and he realized that his own prick had left a small trail of precum across Grond's belly as he had moved. He thought that it would be a nice distraction to clean that mess off of his master's skin with his lips and tongue. But as he slid further down and bent his head to do so something broke his train of thought.

When he slid down he felt something besides those wonderful hands between his thighs, blocking his downward travel. He reached behind his body and discovered with a start that it was his master's huge upstanding cock. His hand closed on the shaft and the action pressed it between his soft ass cheeks. At the touch Grond made a satisfied rumble deep in his chest and Andy shuddered.

Lifting himself over that pole, he settled on Grond's smooth hard thighs and his hand and gaze returned to that huge member. His fingers wouldn't reach all the way around the shaft and the huge purple head of it looked to be as big as Andy's fist. He was fascinated and horrified at the same time by the sight.

"Oh my god!" he breathed. "It's so big! I-I... I don't think it would even fit in my mouth, let alone..." He shuddered again. The dragon reached down and took his other hand, placing it on his member. Slowly, gently, he started stroking up and down without really thinking about what he was doing. The smooth soft skin slid up and down that mighty member under his touch. The big man's other hand reached up and his fingertips gently touched his eyelids, drawing them down.

"Close your eyes Andrew. Stroke my flesh. Feel how hard and hot my body is for you. Imagine my fire inside of you, spreading and glowing like molten stone. If you were a weak man, it would consume you. But you are strong, Andrew. That is why I have chosen you."

"I am frightened, master." The young man whispered. A brief smile went unseen as it flitted across Grond's lips.

"Of course you are, boy. I am a dragon. It is preferable that my prey is frightened. It pleases me. But what you have to decide is whether or not you will master your fear or whether it will master you." One finger pressed into the center of Andrew's chest.

"You have to decide if you will give yourself to me and live as a trusted and cherished pet or whether I will merely take you and do as I will and you will live your life as nothing more than a slave."

Those small but strong fingers tightened convulsively around the firm flesh between them as the young man shivered again. Glancing up into those luminescent green eyes once more, he whispered "I know what I will choose, my Master."

Sliding further down, Andrew lowered his head and his lips pursed to kiss the tip of his Masters huge prick gently. Tightening his grip, his fingers pulled the foreskin back, exposing the head which glistened in the torchlight.

"That which I have always dreamed of..." Thought Andrew. "The tool of another man right here in my hands. All for me to worship and adore and which will soon master my body in all ways. My very first time to touch another mans prick and it had to be one as magnificent and as frightening as this one..." He shivered again as his tongue snaked from between his lips. "I hope I survive this..."

As his fingers tugged even more, exposing the large purple head, Andrew's tongue laved it all over, spreading his saliva all over his Masters cock and bringing the taste into his mouth. A warm sensation spread from his lips and mouth and down into his throat and the young man found his whole body getting warmer by the second. A fine sheen of sweat formed on his brow and beads cropped up on his chest and back.

Taking a deep breath, the small mortal opened his jaws wide and the head of the dragons cock slipped into his mouth. A groan deep from his bowels forced it's way past his lips as he sucked on his very first cock. He had to calm himself from panicking as the huge head filled his entire mouth. Luckily his Captain had taught him some calming techniques to use in battle and he used every bit of it as he stilled his tremors and sucked air in greedily though his nose. Silencing his inner terror, Andrew reveled in the feel of the hot slick head filling his mouth. As often as he had dreamed of this very act, worshiping a strong man and signaling his total surrender by taking him into his mouth, this was better than they young man had ever even dreamed of in his wildest imagination. While he was still frightened both by the dragon and by that magnificent tool of his and what either might do to him, a peace and utter stillness settled into Andrews heart and soul as he surrendered himself totally to serving his Master.

"This..." The one word echoed through his mind like the mantra of the most devout priest in prayer. His head moved slowly up and down in time with his hands slipping along the mighty shaft, the head of his Masters prick sliding around on his tongue.

"This..." He felt those hips move slightly between his parted thighs where he straddled them.

"This..." From far away he heard a satisfied groan and he increased his efforts, hollowing his cheeks and moving his fingers and tongue faster.

"This..." As Grond's thick fingers wrapped gently but firmly in the short brush of his hair, urging him ever onward. The dragon murmured "Yes, boy."

"This..." Those hips rose, trying to force more and more of that huge cock into his mouth and an inarticulate growl erupted from his Masters lips.

The first flaming hot drop of Grond's seed hit the back of his throat and for a split moment that froze time and seemed to last an eternity Andrew thought "This... This is what I was born in this world to do. This is the why and who and what and where of my existence. This is where the Gods planned for me to be. And afterward... when he takes me and makes me his completely... my life will be complete. It won't matter if I am consumed or torn apart. My fate has been written and sealed. This..."

With time-bending disregard for gravity, that first drop slid inexorably yet slowly down his throat, each mere instant lasting an epoch.

"This is who I am."

Dimly, as if from miles away, Andrew was slightly startled to feel an intense orgasm wrack his body and was aware of his own come jetting from the end of his cock to spatter all over the bedclothes.

A white hot light burst inside of Andrews brain and it seemed as in an instant he were immolated by the dragons flames. All of his mind and body floated away until he was nothing more than a spark... the tiniest ember whirling above the caldera of a volcano while the flames and liquid rock whirled him around and around. The maelstrom tried to extinguish him while the flames kept his body alight and the young mans mind struggled between the peaceful oblivion of winking out of existence and his fierce hunger for life and the vow he had made to serve that great man he called his Master for as long as he was able.

Andrew struggled and fought though he had no body, desiring with all of his will to stay with Grond and serve him until there was no longer any strength left in him. Right before he faded completely away the flames and the lava reached up and cradled that dying little spark, pulling it back down inside and the winds gently puffed life back into his soul.

From somewhere on the other side of the universe he heard Grond's voice whispering gently. "Good boy, Andrew. Sleep now. Let my seed burn and grow inside your belly. Let it nourish you. Be the first mortal to taste the seed of an Emperor Dragon and live..."

"Sleep..."

Chapter Twelve

Amazingly enough, Andrew was becoming accustomed to waking up and being startled that he was still alive. Not in the downtrodden hopeless way in which prisoners of particularly sadistic captors were. More in the way a man with a terminal illness might relish each new sunrise with a smile on his lips that he has cheated death one more time.

As he lay there beneath the covers of his Masters bed slowly blinking Andrew marveled at exactly how alive he felt. It was like all of his senses were heightened to a razor sharpness in a way that they had never been before. He swore that he could count every thread in the fine sheets where they touched his skin and even feel the tiny flaws in the warp and woof as the weaver had missed one thread in a hundred. He was amazed at the way he could feel his blood coursing through his veins and the beating of his heart even in it's lazy "lub-dub" was as loud as a tribal drum. He was aware of his entire body as if he had just been born into it this morning, not twenty summers before. As he lay there stunned, he swore to himself he could even feel his hair growing and his skin renewing itself.

Just as he could hear his own breath and heartbeat, the young man was suddenly aware of another heartbeat in the room and the faint sound of breath being drawn in and out. Turning over and leaning up on one elbow, he spied Grond sitting across the room in one of his many thrones, watching him quietly.

"Master! I... Oooohhh..." The sudden motion had made his head swim and he fell back against the pillow dizzily.

"Don't try to move, lad. It hasn't run it's course, yet. Lay back and relax."

"What... What is wrong with me, Master? Am I ill? I... remember you saying something about wanting me to live... Master, am I going to die?" Grond shook his head.

"That I cannot tell you, Andrew. I guess it depends on the strength of your will. But I can tell you this... You have so far outlived any of those who have ever taken me inside of their body before." Those green eyes widened just slightly as the dragon leaned closer. "I knew there was strength in you, boy. Strength enough to hopefully survive taking my seed." He leaned back again and steepled his fingers in front of him.

"Since time began powerful wizards and sorceresses have sought to steal the strength of dragons. A very few have succeeded but only in the most limited extent. And even then only from the smaller dragons who are no more than lizards. They have taken our fire and our skin and our blood and found it all to be potently magical in ways they never imagined. But there was one thing, Andrew... One thing that they never even imagined that was the most potent of all. Can you guess what that might be, lad?"

Andrews eyes widened.

"That, Lord?"

"Exactly that, boy. The seed of a dragon is the most powerfully magical thing in the world. And that of an Emperor Dragon has never been tested by any of those so-called magic users." His lips curled in a wry grin. "Not that they would have survived concocting such a potion anyway. They would have been immediately blown to bits." Grond pointed a thick finger at the recumbent man in his bed. "Right now Andrew, you have more magic flowing through your veins than any witch or wizard in the entire history of this world."

His head already swimming, Andrew lay back on the pillow and let that statement whirl around in his brain. He had encountered a few witches and wizards in the course of his duties as a member of the Laketown watch. Many of those, he knew, were simple conjurors or charlatans hoping to dupe the crowds out of pennies as they made their way from one town to the next, always staying one step ahead of the law. Captain Minhollah had always had his men keep a watchful eye on those, ensuring they didn't overstep their bounds or their stay in his town.

But there were a few that the young man had met in his duties that fairly buzzed with magic. Old Mabel the herb seller, who was old when Andrew's family first moved to Laketown, always had an aura around her that he could almost feel with his fingertips. She had a way of looking at him that made him feel as if she were peering straight into his soul. More than once she had given him a sly wink and a leer that made the young guardsman turn away with his cheeks flaming.

Wintermere, who titled himself "Court Magician" even though Laketown had no court, was a powerful sorcerer skilled in many things. He invented and kept up many of the wards and charms that aided in the towns defense. Of course he had known right away that his powers would have been useless against Grond and had wisely stayed away. What some had labeled cowardice (though not to the magicians face), Andrew now realized to be simple pragmatism.

His Masters voice broke through Andrew's reverie. "Be thankful that you don't have any magical training, boy. Otherwise you might be tempted to use this magic running through your veins. I assure you that would prove to be fatal. You would be almost instantly consumed by the power if you tried to channel it."

"Yes, Master. I understand... I think. I... Master, if I may be so bold as to ask... I take it this means you have done this before. With... with mortals, I mean." Grond nodded slowly.

"Of course I have, lad. Many times throughout the ages. Though not for several of your generations." His mighty brow furrowed and his eyes darkened. "It is somewhat... disconcerting... to have a bedmate suddenly expire in the middle of the act." That statement and the matter of fact way it was made sent a shiver through the young mans bones even beneath the mound of blankets.

The dragon rose from his seat and made as if to leave. "You should sleep, Andrew. Preserve your strength. Rest your body and your mind. I will check in on you later." The young man wrestled himself up on one elbow and stretched out his hand.

"Please, Lord! Please don't... leave me alone here. I... Your words hint that I may die. And while I am more than willing to perish pleasing you I... don't want to be alone. I..." He squeezed his eyes shut and a blush spread across his cheeks as a single tear made it's way slowly down one cheek. "I... I love you, Master. And if this is to be my final hour I want to spend it in your arms."

That face that was always so hard and unrelenting as if it were carved from the densest stone softened just slightly and Grond turned away. Those wide shoulders dropped a fraction of a millimeter. Andrew imagined he might have heard that mighty heart skip a beat, but he wasn't quite sure. It gave him the slightest hope that perhaps he had reached his Masters heart after all.

"Of course, boy. I can at least grant you that."

Grond strode to the other side of the bed and flung off his robe as he slid beneath the covers. As always, the young man looked at his Masters superb body whenever he could, even if it was just the briefest glimpse. Just seeing him naked made Andrew quiver deep inside. He fervently hoped that he survived to experience making love to that body again.

As Grond slid over, Andrew turned and slipped beneath one of his arms and laid his head against that muscled chest in a motion that was so smooth it was as if they had been lovers for ages. The young mortal lay one palm across his Masters taut belly as one of the dragons arms settled across his shoulders. Andrew placed a small soft kiss on the warm flesh by his face. The heat from Grond's body always made Andrew feel as if he were sleeping too close to the campfire and the difference in the temperatures between his front and his back made goosebumps appear on his lower back and thighs. Grond reached down and pulled the covers higher, tucking his young pet in snugly.

Andrew could still feel the strange energy rushing through his body as if he were being struck repeatedly with little tiny lightning bolts and it occasionally made him twitch and little squeaks erupted from his lips. But being held by that majestic strength and warmth helped calm his mind and relax his body as the dragons magic flowed through his tissues. Through slitted eyes, he gazed at his hand as it lay on his Master's belly. There was a small scar on the back of his thumb, between the knuckles. A memento of his childhood days and his first encounter with a knife that carried a good edge. His eyes widened and he blinked repeatedly. As he gazed at it, the scar slowly faded away...

It gave him hope.

The dragon too, was a bit preoccupied inside of his own mind. Being in such close contact with his little sacrifice allowed him to be even more aware of what was going on inside his mind and body. From the very first time they had met there on the waterfront in Laketown, Grond had been attuned to the redheaded guardsman and his needs. And how they might play into Grond's own desires. If Andrew had not volunteered himself, Grond had determined that he would have been taken anyway, one way or another. Even if he had to hunt down and eat every single living creature in the town to accomplish that goal.