Sacrifice Pt. 01

Then in another blink, the room and the dragons smile returned anew. He patted his young captive softly, then leaned in and kissed him. "You are the most astonishing young human, little pet." he whispered.

"Now let us eat before our food gets cold."

Chapter Fifteen

Heat...

Warmth...

Grond loved the heat of the fires deep inside of the earth. The fires from which he was born. He was, after all, a dragon. And dragons were all about fire.

The alcove off of his room was similar to the one off of the cage where he had first kept Andrew. A small waterfall, heated by the fires of the earth deep below cascaded down over his head and down his body. Only a small percentage of the heat he preferred, but that would have instantly boiled his little human pet alive.

Sacrifices, he thought with a wry smile. It was all about the sacrifices.

While Grond enjoyed the heat of the water, he also savored a different kind of heat. The soft warmth of Andrew's body pressed up against him and the feel of his lips against his flesh. While ostensibly his pet was there to "help" him bathe, and indeed was washing all of the dragons body he could reach with a cloth, he was also not missing any chance to rub up or press against him anywhere and any way that he could. With each portion of his body rinsed, the young redhead made a point of placing his lips there and kissing him.

It was nice.

Diverting.

One of the reasons he had started this whole business in the first place. Not just for companionship. Amusement as well.

His young pet had nearly washed all of his body, saving one vital part for the very last. Kneeling slowly down, Andrews fingers wrapped around Grond's prick and began to lather him up while paying great attention to detail while doing so. Not a centimeter of flesh went unscrubbed and under his tender touch he began growing hard until his prick jutted out from his crotch like an iron pole. A growl of pleasure that sounded less like a man and more like a dragon rumbled from inside his chest.

That same happy contented growl that Grond had made sitting atop his horde.

Kneeling at his master's feet under the spray of water, Andrew allowed himself a smile of pride at that accomplishment. His soft pink human hands were just the thing against the tougher skin of an ancient dragon. Working diligently, the young man scrubbed all of that mighty cock then rinsed away all of the soap, once again peppering the cleaned areas with kisses. He tugged back the foreskin to expose the huge purple head of his master's amazing tool and ensured all of the area was clean.

A quick glance upward allowed him to see a smile on Grond's lips. Those green eyes were closed in contentment. That smile made him glow from the inside with pride. His pink lips pressed a kiss to the tip of that mighty cock then his tongue slithered out to lick it gently around the crown of the head, paying attention to the arrow-shaped bit underneath that he knew was so sensitive. Both of his hands stroked up and down the shaft while he pleasured his master.

Another growl of satisfaction sounded through the patter of the falling water.

Taking that as a sign to continue, Andrew opened his mouth wide and took the head of Grond's cock inside his mouth as deeply as he was able. It filled his mouth so completely there was barely room for his tongue to swirl back and forth as he slowly moved it in and out. Though he could scarcely breath while his mouth was so engaged, Andrew mused that he could service his master to the end of his days in just this way. Slip off into a blissful nirvana and nevermore rise to the surface of the mundane world.

One large hand settled on the back of the young man's head softly. Not pushing or guiding, just there. Gently, the fingertips massaged the human's scalp as his head bobbed slowly back and forth. A sigh leaked from the dragons lips.

Then the dragon moved his hand, placing his palm against Andrew's forehead to stop his motion. It paused for just a moment, then pushed backwards, causing the head of his cock to slip from the young man's mouth. His willing pet let out a small cry of dismay.

"No, Andrew."

"Master! I..."

"No, Andrew." Grond bent and slipped his hands under the redheads armpits and lifted him to his feet effortlessly while his lips descended in a kiss, that rough hot tongue chasing around in the smaller mans mouth. Andrew let out a moan of frustration as he returned the kiss with fervor. He so wanted to please his master!

The kiss lasted for long minutes under the fall of water until Grond once again gently pushed him away.

"Come, boy. It is time." Stepping from the basin that contained the water, the dragon stopped. There was a sudden flash as the moisture on his body was instantly turned to steam and flew away, leaving his body completely dry. When Andrew stepped out to follow and reached for a towel, his master stopped him yet again, placing one hand over his heart. Instantly the young humans body was infused with heat, as if he would burst into flames and be gone like those wicked elven princesses. The moment before he thought he would die the heat dissipated, leaving him dry all over. The steamy warmth of the shower room felt as cool as a fall morn. Leaving his young human captive tottering in wonder, Grond stalked from the room saying "Come, boy" one more time.

Gathering his wits with a shake of his head, Andrew followed. As bemused as he was by the recent events he was caught completely unaware when a strong hand gripped the back of his neck, almost jerking him to a stop. He made a little squeak of surprise.

"Who is your master, human?" Grond's voice hissed in his ear.

"Ahhh! The... the great Lord Grond is my master!" He managed to stutter and squeak. "I shall serve him to the end of my days!"

"Shall I fill you with my seed, boy?" Andrew felt himself flush all over with desire.

"Oh please, my lord! That.. that is what I desire above all!" The dragon's lips touched his ear in what was almost a kiss.

"Then it won't be in your mouth this time, boy. It is time that I took you properly and made you Mine." The unstoppably strong hands gathered the young humans arms behind him and bound his wrists with a stout cord. Andrew felt his insides turn to water and his legs to jelly.

"Oh gods yes..." He moaned weakly. Those strong hands turned him and he was lifted and flung over the wide shoulder, dangling with his head down and he moaned again, half in terror and half in desire.

"I told you what I would do when the time came, boy. I would bind you and climb atop your body and take you as mine."

"Y-yes, my lord. I remember." His words were somewhat muffled. "And I replied that I would beg you for mercy though I knew I would get none. But.. but... my lord I do beg you for something..."

Grond stopped and looked over his shoulder. "What is it, pet? Speak quickly, boy. I hunger."

"If.. I cannot expect your mercy, lord... may I at least have your love?" The dragon stood still for along moment, then sighed softly.

"Yes, Andrew." He said quietly. "That you will have. Til the end of your days." Then he slapped the young man on one ass cheek sharply, leaving a reddened hand print over the entire cheek while the boy screeched. "Enough of your yammering, boy. I hunger for your sweet man flesh!" Another squeak came from Andrew's lips as he was dropped face down on the bed. Another swat on the opposite cheek brought a second screech from his lips.

"Lift your ass in the air, pet! Show your master what belongs to him and him alone!" As he spoke, he slipped an arm under his hips and raised the young guardsman's butt up off of the mattress.

"Ooohhh gods yes, my lord!" Andrew moaned. "All of me! All of my body and heart are yours..." His whole body was shaking.

"Yes, they are. Mine. Til the end of your days." Something almost hot enough to burn his skin landed just below the trembling man's tailbone and began crawling slowly down the crack of his ass cheeks. Grond let loose another gobbet of clear spittle then one finger quested in between those quivering cheeks to rest on the rosette of Andrew's ass. Andrew moaned again and the large probing finger began pressing firmly, lubricated in spit. That smallest hole contracted unconsciously, trying to deny him entrance. But nothing in this world had ever denied or defied Grond Deucalious.

"Let me in, boy." He spoke softly.

"I'm... I'm... tr... Oooooohhhhhhh..." Andrews stammers turned to a loud moan as his sphincter relaxed slightly and the large finger slid inside, opening him up. "Ooohhh gods..." Never having been penetrated this way before, he didn't know what to expect. But it felt better than he ever would have dared to dream.

"Oh gods, yes..." The intrusion made his virgin ass ache but at the same time it sent waves of pleasure racing up and down his body as the thick finger moved back and forth. Andrew could feel himself growing hard as his prick pressed up against Grond's forearm. Another stream of warm saliva dripped down. The finger withdrew then was replaced by two pressing to his opening and stretching him even further. The boys back arched and he panted and whined as the ache increased.

"Oooohhhh... Master." The two fingers turned this way and that, stretching his hole. The one tiny part of his mind that was still rational recalled that Master's cock was even bigger than those two fingers. The notion made him moan aloud and tremble uncontrollably.

"Deep breaths, boy. In and out..." Andrew tried valiantly to still his panting and breathe as he was directed. The pain and pleasure distracted him but he was well trained by his Captain and eventually he began to breathe easier. One large palm affectionately patted his ass. "Good boy." Those two huge fingers continued their motion inside of him.

"I am going to take you as Mine, little pet."

"Mmmmm... yes, my Master. I am yours."

"Do you want me inside you, boy?"

"Oooohhh... gods yes Master. Always. In all ways. Mmmm... t-take me p-please my Lord!"

"What a good pet." The bed shook as the huge man climbed up onto the mattress with his fingers still embedded in the smaller mans ass. A cry of terror and unbridled lust escaped from Andrew's lips before he could clamp them shut. His newly awakened senses were keenly aware of every inch of his body. The discomfort in his ass that was becoming a delicious ache. The blood coursing through his distended cock and the way his balls were drawn up tight as they produced their own sticky fluid awaiting release. The nails of his fingers biting into his palms and the sweat running down his forehead. The fact that his pupils were dilated and so were all of his blood vessels in response to his excitement. Andrew could feel the rough fibers of the cord binding his wrists and even the tiny lines and whorls of his masters fingertips as they moved inside of him so insistently.

Before his sacrifice, Andrew had experienced sex. Of course it was nothing like this. He'd lain with a few women, even though they were not what his deepest fantasies desired. Partly because he had needs like any other man and partly so nobody would guess where his dreams lay. Those, he kept deeply buried until his Lord and Master brought them to the light. Not a single person had ever even a clue that while he lay with whatever barmaid or farmers daughter he was bedding the image of his Captain loomed large in his mind.

Captain Reeves Minhollah. The strongest man he knew.

Finally dethroned by an Emperor Dragon.

Even in his wildest fantasies, nothing...

Nothing...

Nothing... ever even prepared his mind for this.

"Deep breaths, pet. Keep breathing." Grond's voice brought him back to the reality of the moment as another libation of almost steaming hot saliva dripped down on his nether regions.

"Oooohhhh please Master..." He whispered. "Make me yours."

"Yes, boy." The fingers inside of him withdrew to their tips and Andrew could feel the large head of his master's prick brush against the quivering cheeks of his ass. It bumped the digits aside and settled into the slightly gaped opening of his once-virgin hole. Only pausing for the briefest of moments, the huge slick head pressed forward to open him up further than ever. A pain like he could only imagine before radiated from his poor hole as that massive prick demanded more and more with each small push forward. His heightened senses could feel a small trickle of blood as some of his tender tissues tore under the assault. But at the same moment he could also feel his body attempting to repair the damage.

"Gods!" Andrew's mind yammered around in little circles. "I'm going to die! That tool is going to split me completely open! I can't take it! Oh gods oh gods oh gods..."

A large rough hand clasped his shoulder lightly with one thumb laying along the bones of his neck. All at once a calming warm haze spread through his mind. Wordlessly the grip and the touch conveyed to the young man the love and desire this fearsome creature held for him. His thoughts and his body relaxed from their manic state into a calm peace. Even as a final push brought a yelp of pain as the head finally slipped inside of him, Andrew was able to experience fully the culmination of a lifelong dream.

Face down on a bed with his hands bound behind him.

Helpless.

The most powerful man in the world was taking him.

Making him his sexual slave. Using his body any way he wished.

Andrew was in heaven.

"Mine, boy." Grond said as he fed even more of his prick up the boy's ass.

"Oooooohhhhhh gods... yours Master."

"Mine, boy." That massive prick felt like it was a mile long and would surely push all of his guts up out of his mouth until he was impaled completely.

"Mmmmm... oooohhh gods yours my Lord." He choked a little on the words as if his insides were already coming out.

"All mine, boy." The dragons belly pressed into the soft moons of the boys ass cheeks as he fed the last of his mighty prick inside and pulled him tight against his body. All of the strength left the young guardsman's legs and he went down, the weight of his master collapsing on top of him, pressing his body into the softness of the mattress.

"All yours Master... Aaaaaahhhhh!" Andrew's mind blinked away in an explosion of white fire and his body convulsed as he was wracked with a powerful orgasm. Stream after stream after stream of his sticky fluid spattered against the sheets and all over his own skin. Vaguely he was aware of his feet beating a tattoo against the mattress as he kicked and flailed and the incoherent sounds erupting from his throat much in the same way his come jetted from his prick.

The dragon paused with his weight resting on powerful arms while his young pet moaned and convulsed beneath his body. That smile which so rarely reached his lips was there in full evidence. Not only was he well pleased with that snug muscular channel which was so tightly squeezing his prick but in the amount of pleasure his pet was experiencing. Linked as closely as they were in mind and body, Grond could feel every flash and electric spark of the boy's ecstasy as if it were his own.

The greatest and most powerful of all dragons was well pleased indeed.

After a moment or two the paroxysms of the boys tortured but exultant anus began finally to relax and Grond knew it was time. His powerful muscular hips flexed ever so slightly. Not so much moving his prick as pressing into the boys body and releasing. Beneath him, the boy moaned.

"Mine, boy." He growled. Another incoherent moan of pleasure came slightly muffled from the lad's chest. One more flex against his body and that mighty prick moved inside of his captive. It got a little easier to move.

"Mine, boy." His hand slid down and grabbed the human's hip while he rested much of his weight on his other arm and thrust into that sweet body. A little growl of pleasure came from the dragon's lips.

Even while in his "human" form, Grond was immensely powerful. More powerful than any other creature that walked on two or four legs in this age of the world. In the days of old there were creatures who might best him in this form but they were long gone and forgotten. Even longer gone was any creature who could withstand uninhibited lovemaking with an Emperor Dragon. In some ways he did miss those days. Spending time with his fragile little human pet was always a study in restraint. Even while he too could feel his magic healing any slight damage the boy might be taking, one slip could accidentally kill him.

He'd come too far to allow that to happen now. Finding another human able to withstand his magic and who was such a willing and wanting pet would be a trial.

Besides, he was becoming rather fond of the boy. He'd have to keep him alive as long as he could.

So even while he was constantly needing to restrain himself, Grond was enjoying making love to his pet. As the boy's body adjusted to his size and girth it became easier and easier for him to move until his strokes were almost all of his length. And each long stroke inwards made the young man moan in a most delicious way.

Those moans were music to his ears.

Reversing the process he began to shorten his strokes, pressing and driving into that delicious little ass harder and harder. The rhythmic slap slap slap of flesh against flesh combined with moans and gasps of ragged breathing echoed through the stone chamber to be lost in the tools of torture adorning the walls of his private chamber.

"You are all mine now, boy. Forever."

"Oooohhh yes... gasp... Master... gasp... please... gasp... fuck me... Oooooohhhhhhh..." Grond could feel that the boy was nearing another orgasm and quickened his pace so they could end together. He lowered his body and drove into that pale tight little ass as hard as he dared. It didn't hurt matters any the closer Andrew got to orgasm the tighter his channel clamped down on the prick impaling him.

"Aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaah!" Andrew cried out as he felt a second volley of jism spewing from his prick mashed in the the mattress by the weight of his master. His ass seemed on fire and he was almost on the verge of passing out when he heard a roar of delight and felt the hot jetting of Grond's come deep inside his body. It burned inside of him like flames threatening to turn him to ash in mere moments then spread throughout his body, making him glow like a lantern.

When the raging wildfire of his masters magic reached his brain, Andrew once again descended into that fiery pit, wondering of he would survive anew. Dearly hoping so that he might continue to please his master with his body again and again and again.

He awoke, pleasantly surprised. Immediately he could feel the heat of the dragon's body against his. Although he was bruised and sore (quite quite sore) in some places, it appeared that he had been bathed and tended to in his mental absence.

"Master?"

"Welcome back, little pet." Grond said as he gathered his fragile lover in his arms and pulled him into his chest.

"You are really those most astonishing human."

Chapter Last

"Captain! Captain!!"

"Yes? What is it Mullins?" The young guardsman stood panting in the doorway of his office in the bottom of the tower. The Captains first cup of tea of the day steamed on his desk.

"Sir! There's.. upstairs, Sir! I don't... it just... it's... it's for you, Sir. It says so. Come!"

Reeves Minhollah followed the steps of the young man as he led the way back up to the very top of the tower. The only sound that passed was the pattering of their leather boots on the well worn stone of the steps. During the climb the Captains mind raced this way and that wondering what could have happened. Of course he was well aware that it had been almost exactly a year since they had sacrificed his young friend and companion Andy to that beast. The whole of the town was abuzz with speculation on who would be next. The council was even now setting up for another lottery. A few of the families with eligible children had up and left "on holiday" or so they said. But with the way Laketown was growing, there were always plenty of new people coming in each day.