In the shadowed depths of Malachar's tower, emerald scales glinted under flickering torchlight. Harry, the young dragon, thrashed against the arcane runes binding his limbs. 'You think this magic will break me, wizard? I've outwitted worse than your parlor tricks,' he snarled, voice sharp as claws.
Malachar chuckled from his throne-like chair, eyes gleaming with greed. 'Profit and power, my dear boy. Your bloodline mixed with the crimson stud's will fetch a fortune in hatchlings. Meet your partner—bound but eager.'
The thrall-bound crimson dragon stepped forward, muscles rippling, his cock already hard and throbbing. 'Witty words from a trapped emerald,' the stud growled, voice husky. 'But your body's betraying you already—horny despite the terror.'
Harry's breath hitched, pussy clenching involuntarily as magic forced arousal. 'Pussy? Try again, stud. My ass is mine, not yours. Witty enough for you?' He spat, yet his body heated, sweat beading on scales.
The crimson approached, panting with primal need. 'Let's see that ass drip for me.' He mounted swiftly, cock pressing against Harry's entrance. Magic bound them tighter. 'Fight it, emerald, but you'll come screaming.'
Harry gasped as the thick cock thrust in, hard and relentless. 'Damn you both—wet already? This isn't—' His protests melted into moans as the stud pounded, ass clenching around the invading length. Malachar watched, licking lips. 'Blowjob next round, perhaps?'
Sweat slicked their bodies, panting filling the cell. The crimson drove deeper, 'Your witty tongue silenced by my cock.' Harry came first, cum spilling as the stud followed, flooding him with hot release. The explosive climax rocked them, magic pulsing with power.
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