Idris 1-6 A lonely pseudo dragon

Idris stood in what appeared to be the ruins of a small temple complex, looking about the scene with sadness. There were two piles of ash where campfires had burned and the telltale evidence of feet trampling plants. One region was overgrown with lush flowers as if somebody had intentionally grown them. She searched the region back and forth, looking for more clues as to who had been here, and nearly cried for joy when she saw the silver dust.

“Glitter,” she said and bent down to see it sparkling in the soil. “Gisley was here.”

“Is that good?” Zil asked from where he followed behind her, walking on the ground like a loyal pet.

“It means they can't be too far ahead,” Idris replied as she looked into the trees. “But I don't want to start that terrible vibration again.” She winced at the idea as it came with drawbacks. Once the vibration started, walking became a maddening experience as every move made it more intense. Despite that, it never brought her over the edge, no matter how hard she tried. Instead, it slowed her pace as she staggered through the forest, unable to walk briskly. If she was going to catch them, she needed a man to trigger the longer direction sense.

“So what do we do now?” he asked while sitting beside her leg.

“We go after them,” Idris sighed and reached down to rub at the metal belt under her dress. “I hate having to do it this way.”

“You going to walk funny for an hour again?” Zil asked as he looked up.

“You know why I am walking like that,” Idris snapped and looked away from him. She was still embarrassed that he had witnessed the sex a few days earlier. He hadn't stopped calling her a slut ever since, and she was beginning to wonder if he was right. With a groan, she turned to look at her three zombies and tried to calm her stomach. If she was going to run, she needed a cock to suck, and Zil had tricked her into sucking one already. It had worked and triggered the sensation, but she was furious when she found out. Now she wondered if he could hide one of them in an illusion again, hoping that would be enough to fool her disgust.

“What are you thinking about, slut?” he asked as she stared a the undead.

“I need someone to suck,” Idris replied through gritted teeth. “It will have to be one of them.”

“Why them?” Zil asked as his tail lashed.

“Because nobody else is here,” Idris said, sweeping her arm wide to encompass the forest. “We're in the middle of nowhere.”

“That’s not true,” Zil replied as his scales started to glow with a rainbow of colors.

Idris stepped back as he flashed with light and a moment later, took on the humanoid form that was half man and half dragon. She was confused for a moment but then looked down to see there was a good firm cock to suck, but would that work?

“This is an illusion,” Idris stated and turned away. “I doubt it will work.”

“You have nothing to lose by trying,” Zil suggested. “Come on, I already know you’re a slut. Just suck it.”

“I am not a slut!” Idris shouted back. “I am only doing this because I have to.” She accentuated her point by poking him in the chest, noting that he felt very solid. She was about to say more when his hands came up and took her by the shoulders. He held her fast as that dragon-like face stared down into hers, his eyes looking compassionate.

“I am only trying to make it easier,” Zil explained. “You told me that these friends of yours did this as a form of training. If you want to be with them, then you have to be like them. That means you need to be a little slutty.”

Idris wanted to argue the point, but she knew he was right. She was heading into a relationship where she would be expected to have sex on command. Moreover, Roric used his girls as prostitutes, and Idris would be no different. So if she wanted this, she was going to have to embrace being a whore, and that meant doing things she previously wouldn’t do.”

“I am just trying to help,” Zil said as she looked down, unable to meet his gaze.

“I suppose we could try it,” Idris relented and reached down to run a hand over his thick leathery cock. She blushed to feel how warm it was and how the skin felt silky smooth. She stroked it and tried to convince herself that this was just another illusion, but it felt so real.

Slowly she lowered herself down until she was on her knees before him. She looked up, her lips trembling as she met his gaze, wondering how often she would hear the word slut after this.

“Do you need help?” he asked genuinely concernedly.

“Yes,” she said nervously and turned her gaze back to the cock before her face.

Zil wrapped a powerful hand around the back of her head and cradled it gently. She began to shake all over as he pulled her forward, forcing the tip of his cock into her lips. She let out a pleading moan as they parted, and her mouth filled with his warm cock.

Idris closed her eyes and let him guide the motion as he held the back of her head. The effort was slow and sensual, as he avoided making her take too much in.

“Oh, your lips are so soft,” Zil groaned as his head went back. “And you're so beautiful.”

Idris nearly choked to hear him say such a thing and wondered why a tiny dragon would think of a human woman as beautiful. Still, she loved hearing him say it and the encouragement mixed with panic and arousal to create a powerful effect. She began to suck as he pulled her away, using her tongue to lavish the tip. When he pulled her back down, she voluntarily tried to go as deep as she could, pushing the limits of her mouth.

Her hands went to his thighs to feel the corded muscle armored in scales that added to her arousal. She knew this was only an illusion, but something about doing this to him was making it intense. This body was so powerful, and that stirred her inner desire for a strong man. She didn't even notice he had taken his hand away and was sucking of her own accord. She was hungry to pleasure that cock and couldn't stop herself. She looked up to meet his eyes and gave him a pleading look. His face was so dragon-like, adding an air of taboo to the sucking. She was down on her knees, giving a dragon a blow job, sending shivers down her spine.

“I love this,” Zil said as he began to stroke her head. “I knew you were special.”

She wondered what he meant by special but took it as a compliment all the same. She looked deep into his slitted eyes, feeling a strong sense of submission. For some reason, that made her all the more aroused, and she took a hand away to rub at her belt. She desperately needed the release and prayed this illusion of a dragon man would work. Her eyes never left his, savoring the sense of his domination as her mouth worked hard to please him. Even the gentle stroking of her head was turning her on, making her crave to please him.

A few minutes later, he began to twitch and let out a low groan. Idris sucked firmly and used a hand to stroke the base, eager to bring him to completion.

“Oh,” he groaned as his head went back again. “I think….”

He never finished his words as his voice descended into a long low moan and Idris tasted dragon cum. She orgasmed a second later and kept doing so every time she swallowed. It was a powerful release that caused orgasmic fluid to leak around her belt. Her legs trembled as she eagerly pumped him for every drop, hoping for one more swallow.

“Please, stop,” Zil begged as she refused to stop sucking his cock, driving him wild with every pass. She finally pulled off with a gasp and nearly toppled to the forest floor. Strong arms wrapped around her and lifted her up, cradling her to a scaled chest.

“Are you alright?” he asked as she nestled into him, her body twitching with delight.

“That was amazing,” Idris panted.

“Did it work? Can you detect them?” he asked as she closed her eyes as if to sleep.

Idris hadn't even thought of the direction sense until he mentioned it, but to her delight, it worked. She lifted a wary hand and pointed into the trees, indicating the direction of their prey.

“I will carry you for a bit,” he said and took off in the direction indicated.

Idris rested her head against his chest as he trotted through the forest, the motion providing a gentle sway. She felt so relaxed and content as the forest slipped by her trembling body, finally coming to rest. With a sigh, she ran a hand up his muscular chest, savoring the rock-hard scales. It wasn't like it was pictured in the movies with hard plates, but more of a flexible leather with a scaly texture.

Her mind was filled with chaotic thoughts as she found herself in his arms. He was behaving so oddly, being kind and supportive. His offer to carry her had swept her off her feet, and now she was putty in his hands. She began to ponder what he had said earlier about how she needed to be a slut to be with Roric. She tried to tell herself that she would only be doing as her master commanded but she quickly admitted the truth. If she was going to be happy doing this, she needed to be a little slutty. That was why she was in the chastity belt in the first place. They were training her to love cock, and be hungry to take them.

“I'm sorry, I can't keep the illusion going,” Zil said after a while of running. He gently set her down and stepped back as his form glittered with light. A moment later, he was the little cat-sized dragon again and looked tired.

“You look exhausted,” Idris said as he stumbled a few steps.

“I pushed that Illusion much further than I should have,” Zil admitted. “But I wanted to give you a break.”

Idris was touched by his concern and decided to pay the little dragon back. She picked him up and cradled him in her arms just under her breasts. She followed the pull of Roric, heading deeper and deeper into the dark forest. Finally, Zil began to talk, asking questions as he turned over in her arms.

“So, will you still suck my cock once you're his slave girl?” he asked while looking up.

“Enjoyed that, did you?” Idris replied with a funny smile.

“You were wonderful,” he said and pawed at her metal-clad breast. “I wish we could do more.”

“By more, you mean sex,” Idris said as she smiled. “If Roric says so I will have sex with you.”

“You will?” he asked with a hopeful expression.

“Yes, but only if he says I can,” Idris said. “And assuming he can even get the belt off. Don’t forget you broke it.”

“Does that worry you?” he asked as he curled around a breast. “You might never have sex again.”

Idris looked ahead as she envisioned a life of chastity, where sucking cock was her only way to get relief. Just the thought sent waves of tingling excitement across her skin, raising goosebumps.

“I will learn to live with it, I suppose,” she said as the fear that she might have to gripped her heart.

“Well, if it does, I will stay with you so you always have a cock to suck,” Zil offered.

“Thanks,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “But I will always have Roric and whoever else he has me kneel before.”

“And you are alright with this?” he asked.

“I guess so,” Idris admitted as she blushed. She thought back to Jaina and the magic of that night they spent together. Jaina and her sisters made being a slave girl look magical. Her life on New Eden hadn't been all she was hoping for and had been fraught with conflict. Roric and the others were the first people to show her true kindness. They had given her a night so wonderful that she longed to experience it again. They had also shared stories about their sexual adventures that made her heart flutter. She dreamed of doing such things under the command of a master and longed to be in his collar.

“It's hard to explain,” she said at last. “But submitting and giving him that kind of control does something for me.”

“But serving me doesn’t do anything for you?” he asked.

“Zil,” Idris began as she rocked him in her arms. “Roric asked me first. He’s the one who put me in this chastity belt and I am only doing this for him.”

“So, you might have considered me if I had met you first?” he pressed.

“Honestly, probably not,” Idris answered honestly. “I needed them to show me how wonderful this life could be. I would have been insulted if you had asked me to be your slave without first meeting him. But I have to admit that despite how you keep insisting I am slut, you have your good qualities.”

“Maybe I could be your master while you're looking for him,” Zil offered. “You know, just until we find them.”

Idris looked away as she considered the thought of being a pet of this little dragon. He was so small she could carry him in her arms, yet he would be the one in charge. If she agreed, what would he demand she do, or how would he humiliate her? She trusted Roric to take good care of her and love her for her sacrifice, but she didn't know that about him. He had been supportive recently, but how long would that last before he was laughing and playing again?

“Well?” he asked.

“If I agree to that, will you give me the right to say no?” she asked.

“But then I won't be in control,” he pressed as his long neck nestled between her metal-capped breasts.

“I only say that because I am afraid of what you're going to ask me to do,” Idris said. “I don't want you humiliating me, especially in front of others.”

“Oh,” he said and curled tightly. “I will accept your terms so long as you promise to seriously consider anything I ask you to do, even if it embarrasses you.”

“Fine,” Idris groaned. “I promise to give all your commands serious consideration. I won’t say no to anything unless I think you only told me to do it to humiliate me.”

“So I am your master then?” he asked.

Idris looked away and shook her head as she struggled to believe she was doing this. Being in chastity was making her insane as she longed to go further. She was anxious to serve her master, but the delay was starting to get to her. Zil could offer her a chance to experience more, maybe even going to places Roric couldn't take her. She took a moment more to consider what she was imagining before looking down at him.

“Yes, master,” she replied.

“Take your clothes off,” he said a second later.

“What? Why?” Idris balked as his first command came so swiftly. Zil stood on her arm with a paw on each breast to ensure she was paying attention. His head floated in her face as his tiny eyes looked into hers.

“Don't argue with me. Just take them off,” he insisted. “You need to learn how to obey your master without asking questions.”

She went to counter but realized he was right. He had given her a command, and she immediately challenged it. He had put forth a simple task, going naked in the middle of a forest. Jaina and the others went naked all the time, even in crowded places where people would gawk at them.

Slowly she set him down and began to undress, putting her clothing into the pack. Zil allowed her to keep her boots on, but she was bare except for the chastity belts.

“Now, we need something to set the mood,” he said and raised a hand. Light glittered in the air as an illusionary collar formed around her neck. A leash stretched out to his little hand as he gave it a good tug. “Now you look like a slave.”

Idris looked around, certain somebody would be watching. She felt exposed, but then her dress wasn't really armor. All her private parts were firmly covered, but that only put her chastity on display. She jumped when Zil landed on her shoulder and stretched out around her neck, his tail curling about a breast.

“Now, keep walking,” he urged. “I want you to find your friends soon.”

She took a deep breath and pressed on, feeling the cool forest air across her bare skin. He played with her ear as she briskly walked through the trees, licking at it as she trembled. Inside was a mixture of intense emotions as she wondered if she could go through with this. What if they didn’t find Roric for days leaving her at his mercy? Just thinking about it sent waves of excitement through her heart, as she couldn't believe how much she enjoyed this.

“Zil,” she said after a moment.

“Yes, slut?” he replied before using his tail to rub at her stomach.

“I want you to stay my master until we find Roric,” she said. “No matter how long that takes.”

“You didn’t have a say in that,” Zil said as he continued to rub her stomach. “You agreed to be my slave until then, and I am keeping you, even if it takes a thousand years.”

She trembled at that thought but didn't let it go to her head. Roric was someplace ahead of them, and she felt they were getting closer. Those campfires proved he had stopped for a few days giving her precious time to catch up. Still, she made a mental commitment and gave Zil a vow to obey him until Roric could take possession of her.

A few hours later they were walking along a stony stream. The direction sense suddenly failed, indicating the time was up.

“The sense wore off,” Idris said, alerting him to her need.

“Just follow the river,” Zil encouraged as he lounged on her shoulders.

“But what if they turn away?” Idris pressed and felt a sharp sting on her rear as Zill used his tail to smack it.

“I told you to follow the river,” Zil replied then paused to lift his head and look her in the face. “I didn't go too far, did I?”

“With the slap?” she asked as he nodded. “No, it was kind of fun,” she admitted with a blush.

“Good,” he said as she stood on her shoulder and stretched. “I like playing with you.”

Idris was enjoying the game as well and had a funny thought. She wished they were close to a player town so she could show Zil what sexy lingerie looked like. He would have a lot of fun playing with the various toys and devices that were available.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, stirring her from her naughty thoughts.

She admitted to her thoughts, and he was curious about what those outfits looked like. She could show him some of them through her interface, so she opened the screen and went to clothing options. What could be purchased in the interface was limited, but there were still plenty of good examples.

“What are those marking on that woman's body?” Zil asked as she showed him an outfit that was mostly a tight corset with a pair of panties smaller than her chastity belt and fishnet stockings. The woman who modeled the outfit had sexy tattoos made of spirals and twisting lines. She explained the concept of a tattoo and what people got them for. Zil was fascinated by the idea and suddenly fluttered off her shoulder and commanded her to stop.

“What is it?” Idris asked as he lifted a hand. She felt her skin tingle as colors flashed, then looked down in shock. She was now wearing the outfit from the interface, complete with black panties. She had spiraling tattoos across her stomach, and the word slut featured prominently.

“Zil!” she gasped and covered the word with her hand. “What if somebody sees that?”

“Who is going to see it out here?” he asked as he landed before her. “Besides, how is this Roric going to make you dress?”

“Probably completely naked,” Idris admitted as she blushed again.

“Hmm,” he said as he looked her up and down. “I want you to activate your plugs. You can walk with them tormenting you for a while.”

“What? Zil, please don’t make me do that,” she begged.

He tugged on her leash and insisted she do as he said, so she closed her eyes, and it started. He flew up to ride on her shoulders as she stumbled into the words while her body was tormented.

“This is how most women die in slasher films,” Idris complained as they walked along. She went to say something more when something filled her mouth, and she was suddenly gagged by a bright red ball tied around her head. She realized he had seen it in her interface, and now she was wearing it.

“I liked that idea too,” Zil said as he settled in. “Put your hands behind your back.”

She did as he said, and metal cuffs appeared around her wrist, shackling her arms uselessly behind her. She looked at him with panicked eyes, frightened of what would happen if they were attacked. Of course, his illusions would fade instantly, but she was still worried nonetheless. He made her walk that way for only a few minutes, before saying he couldn't maintain so many illusions for long. They faded with a flash, leaving her free to talk and use her arms as his tail caressed her back.

She was out of her mind from the vibration inside, her body teetering on the edge of release. It drove her to do something she never dreamed would happen as she begged him to let her suck his dick.

“Good, slave,” he said but didn't move from her shoulder. “I would love to feel you do that again, but I have used up too much of my illusion power. You will have to endure the vibration.”

“But I can barely walk,” Idris replied as she stumbled. “Please, you must have a little power.”

“The vibration will stop by the time I have enough power for that,” he admitted with a shrug. “But you could always use a zombie.”

“No, I can’t do that,” she shot back.

“You already did it once,” he reminded.

“Only because you tricked me,” she said. “I thought it was an elf.”

“But it doesn't make any difference,” Zil insisted. “Those aren't really dead things; they are just fake creatures you summoned that are made to look like that. Yours don't even look dead, really; they are more leathery and shriveled up.”

“That's because I didn't want gross zombies for my pets,” Idris admitted and explained how she could set the options for what type she summoned. Hers were more like dried-out bodies with tan leathery skin and no open sores. In many ways, they looked as if they had been preserved, even with their hair still intact. Still, they were technically zombies, and that terrible sense of crossing a taboo line churned in her stomach.

“I am sorry I suggested it,” Zil said after a moment. “I didn’t think you would be this bothered by it.”

“Look,” Idris began as she pinched her brows. “I know that is just an NPC made up to look like a dried-out body. It's just a collection of stats and skills made to mimic a zombie for the purposes of the game world. But this world is meant to feel real, and I see those as dead things. I feel a sense of revulsion just thinking about it.”

“What if I blindfolded you?” Zil asked as he tried to find a solution.

“Just because I can't see it doesn't mean I don't know what it is,” Idris argued.

“But when you thought it was an elf, you had no trouble doing it,” he said. “Maybe you just need to practice more.”

“I don't know,” Idris said as she glanced at the zombies. “Tricking me into it was one thing, but doing it out of my own free will in another. I think this might be going a step too far.”

“Then don’t do it,” he said and rubbed his head on her cheek. “I want you to be happy being my slave, and if this bothers you I don’t want you to do it.”

“You really mean that?” Idris asked as she felt his warm rubbing. Something about the way he said it and his affectionate touching caught her attention. There was something more going on with the little dragon, something he hadn’t shared, and it was just below the surface.

Zil, tell me what’s wrong,” Idris encouraged. “Why do you suddenly care so much?”

“I don’t know why I feel this way,” he said after a moment. “I have been alone a long time. I guess I don't want to risk losing you as my friend. You are important to me, and the more time I spend with you, the more I want to be around you.”

“Zil,” Idris laughed. “Are you falling in love with me?”

“What? Me fall in love? Never,” he stated firmly. “I just like your company is all. Besides, you're not even a pseudo-dragon.”

“Hmm, to turn your words against you, does that really matter?” she asked.

“Don't twist my words,” he countered. “It isn't nice. You came to this place willingly, but I was torn away from my home. Pseudo-dragons are social creatures living in groups of twenty or more in our great trees. I have been alone here for so long, and I miss my home.”

Idris saw a tiny tear roll down his cheek, and she couldn't take it anymore. She lifted him from her neck and cradled him affectionately.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked.

“I told you about how I got here,” he replied.

“But you didn’t convey how badly you were hurting. You made it sound like this was a minor inconvenience,” she said.

“I tried to talk to others of your kind, but they either attacked me or treated me like a pet,” he said. “It’s impossible to have a conversation like that until you know the person better. I needed more time to get to know you, and now I have.”

“Zil,” Idris groaned as she used a finger to rub his belly. “I promise to ask them if you can have a home in the forest, and then you can stay with us. If they don't agree, I won't stay with them either. We will go find someplace else to build a home.”

“You would do that for me?” he asked.

“I am pretty sure they will agree, but yes, I won't abandon you. We come together as a package,” she said while stroking his belly.

“He rolled over to stand on her arm and put his paws on her face. He met her gaze as another tear fell from his reptilian eyes and splashed on her chest.

“Thank you,” he said in a soft voice.

Idris smiled and leaned forward, planting a kiss on the tip of his snout. “You be a good master now, and maybe I will ask Roric to sell me to you later.”

The look in his eyes was all the reward she needed as he came right back to life. He took his place on her shoulders, pointing into the trees and urging her forward. He was now as anxious to find Roric as she was, and together they headed off, hoping the trip was almost over.