A Dragon's Offering - 2

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Sweating, panting, Cody ran. His heart pounded in his chest like a ritual drum and his legs burned, but he had to keep going. The dragon would be on him in seconds if he stopped. He would finish this, or he’d fall victim to–(shudder)–a pep talk.

Say what you will about him–Vorath was an excellent personal trainer.

He knew how to keep Cody motivated, how to keep him working–he never overworked Cody, he simply pushed him to his limit, exercising his body without breaking him. And the fact he was a dragon about three times as tall and fifty times the size of Cody meant he could always just tell him to get back to his exercise and Cody would feel the urge to comply.

The running wasn’t so bad. He didn’t mind the lack of other clothes, either; bare skin shed heat better than any shirt he could imagine. Doing squats, now that left Cody drained like nothing else, and glad that he was allowed a fresh diaper with plenty of powder before every day of exercise, lest things start to chafe. Leg lifts, lunges, it all gave Cody the impression that his thighs were going to be important, though he wasn’t yet certain why.

Still, for the day, he was done–a bit sweaty, a bit soggy, but at the point where the workout had energized him rather than exhausting him. If things went the way they had the past few days, Vorath would have him change into a fresh diaper, then resume work on…

Cody wasn’t sure. Some kind of dragon related thing, certainly, but the specifics eluded him.

He’d worked out that they were in an old dragon rider fortress or something, but dragon riders were ancient enough to be stuff of legend. Besides that, Cody could not imagine a world where Vorath decided to make Cody his master. The idea that he would be riding on Vorath’s back, dominant and in charge, just didn’t seem plausible.

Still, Vorath was building a ritual circle for something.

As he walked through the impressively weathered arch separating the practice yard from the inner hall, Cody stretched out his arms and acknowledged his…

His captor? Vorath hadn’t really given him the option of leaving, but Cody also hadn’t asked.

His savior? Cody had been offered up as a sacrifice. Instead, Vorath had offered shelter.

His lover? They’d certainly shared an intimate moment, but that didn’t seem to encompass things either.

There really only seemed one word that encompassed it properly.

His dragon. Nothing else covered the range of emotions Vorath called up–awe, passion, fear, courage, desire. All rolled into one.

Vorath sat where, in a human hall, a throne might have gone, head raised, eyes looking back and forth over the ritual circle they’d been building the past few days. It had taken up most of the dragon’s attention, anything that wasn’t given to laying affection on Cody, and now he seemed fully preoccupied with the construct.

“I’m done with my routine,” Cody said, getting his attention. “Should I change and wash up now?”

Vorath finally looked up, examining Cody for a moment with sharp, intelligent eyes. His mouth quirked up at a corner and he said, “No, remain as you are. I’ve got something I need from below.”

Cody hesitated for a moment, his stride catching. It wasn’t unusual to be sent to retrieve things from the archives beneath the fortress, but Vorath hadn’t denied him the opportunity to change out of his wet diaper before. Something had changed.

“Alright,” Cody said hesitantly. “What is it?”

“An amulet of Peridot,” Vorath explained, “a ring of opal, and a cord as brilliant as gold.”

“Right,” Cody said, taking mental notes. Raising an eyebrow, he added, “Amulet, crown, cord. That’s all?”

“That’s all you need to bring,” Vorath confirmed, blinking slowly. The dragon didn’t nod, Cody had learned–even a slight motion of his head could be intimidating–instead, he simply blinked in affirmation, a gesture that symbolized peace and agreement.

Cody knew Vorath well enough to know the dragon was hiding meaning behind his careful word choice and quiet gesture, but he also knew asking wouldn’t help much. Once Vorath gave an answer, that was final.

So, he turned, walking to the door on the edge of the chamber that led to the archives below.

Had Vorath not initiated him quite so thoroughly, demonstrating through intimacy that he had much greater desires than for a mere manservant, Cody might have thought he’d been brought here purely to run deliveries. There was a great library of treasure downstairs–old books written in forgotten languages, artifacts, ritual equipment–but the staircase was barely wide enough for a normal man to get through. Vorath simply couldn’t fit, and shy of ripping out the entire great hall floor to dig a hole, there was no way for him to access the cache below.

Cody, though, had no trouble squelching down the stone spiral staircase, fetching whatever his dragon demanded.

The amulet he found easily enough on the first shelf, right by the stairs. Inlaid with silvery filigree and marked down with a lot of runes, the amulet itself was dominated by its stone–a peridot the size of his fist, set into a gold ring that held it in place, carved with so many facets it seemed to shine like a star.

For the other two objects, he had to look longer–the opal ring he found hanging on a stand near the back, so thin, flat, and smooth he couldn’t imagine how it had been crafted by mortal hands. A metal disc on the end was the only adornment, held on a ring. When he found the cord a minute later, he would have sworn it was gold, save that the fifty-foot length moved as supplely as a rope made of silk.

Supplies in hand, Cody hesitated before going up the stairs. What was this all for?

The opal ring looked like it could almost be a crown–perhaps it was a circlet? Something that one of the dragon masters of old might have worn?

More and more, it seemed like Vorath had a ritual binding in mind, but again, Cody couldn’t imagine that making sense. Vorath was in charge. All this preparation couldn’t have been done just so the dragon could roll over and show his belly, could it?

Walking back up the staircase, Cody tried to picture himself riding Vorath as a master, as a dragon rider of old–telling the dragon where to go. He just couldn’t see it, even trying to visualize the idea in his head just didn’t work.

He reached the top of the stairs, though, and…

“Uh…” he stammered. “Vorath?”

Laid out in the center of the grand hall was, unmistakable, a diaper. A match for Cody’s, but with far more decoration, wetness indicators that glowed faintly and tapes of silk. It’d also been made with a tail hole in the back, something Cody certainly wouldn’t need.

And, the most obvious difference–the diaper was so large that Cody could have slept on it like a mattress.

“Yes, my little human?” Vorath purred, circling around the ritual circle they’d been building the past couple weeks.

“What’s going on?” Cody asked.

“Binding,” Vorath explained, finally sitting after his third circuit of the space. “Bonding. Becoming. Do you have what I asked for?”

Cody nodded, hurrying to carry it over to his dragon. The cord, the ring, the amulet. “Is that…a diaper for you?”

Vorath confirmed with a subtle blink of his eyes.

Staring at the diaper, at the wide stone circle in the middle of the chamber, at the runes and sigils and golden little artifacts they’d spread out, Cody swallowed. “Am I…supposed to be your master?”

Saying the words, he knew he hated it. Maybe it was most people’s fantasy to dominate a dragon and be a champion of the world, but it just felt wrong. He had no desire to be the one in control with Vorath.

A little puff of smoke escaped the dragon’s nostrils. Vorath rose up onto all fours, spreading his wings, showing off all his splendor and might, but lowering his neck so that his eyes were inches from Cody’s.

“Do I seem ready to submit to a mortal like yourself?” he asked, nostrils flaring. “Even one who smells as satisfying as yourself?

Cody shook his head, stepping back, feeling his bladder release slightly in fear. He could never forget who he was talking to, even if Vorath had never taken action to harm him.

Vorath smirked–the dragon could smell when Cody used his diaper, even if it was already wet. “Enter the center of our circle, my mortal, and I will tell you what you will do.”

Nodding, Cody stepped back obediently, taking shuffling reverse steps until he stood in the middle of the circle, and of the great hall where dragon riders had ruled a millenia prior. His legs bumped against the side of the large dragon diaper, and he nearly tripped. He still held the artifacts he’d been sent to retrieve, though his hands felt slack and he was almost surprised he hadn’t dropped them.

“The amulet,” Vorath instructed, stepping forward. “Place it around my neck.”

It didn’t seem like the chain would be long enough, but when Cody tried, it extended, changing itself for its wearer, so that the peridot pendant hung around the base of Vorath’s long neck. It pulled against the dragon, gemstone nestling amongst his scales, giving off a faint aura and presence as the dragon accepted the magical relic.

“There,” Vorath said, eyes closed in satisfaction. “Now, Cody, set the other relics down, lay back, and do not flinch away.”

Cody obeyed, dropping the opal ring and the golden rope. Then, he laid down on his back, onto the soft, rustling diaper on the ground–more than a garment, it was large enough to serve as a changing pad for him. The crinkling material was cold on his naked, sweat-dried skin, but Vorath stepped over him, breath heavy and warm, the dragon’s face filling Cody’s vision.

Lowering his head, opening his jaws, Vorath extended his long, forked tongue, running it up the length of Cody’s body. It wasn’t rough or sloppy; it felt more sensual, like a lover’s hand across his thighs, over his diaper, and up his chest.

Exhaling nervously, aware he’d started to grow erect in his diaper, Cody asked, “Is that part of the ritual?”

“No,” Vorath admitted, a puff of smoke escaping his mouth. “But I adore how you taste.”

“I think you don’t realize how scary that sounds,” Cody chuckled.

Vorath grinned, showing all his teeth. “No, mortal. I do.”

Cody swallowed, and then felt something he’d never experienced before–a tugging sensation as his diaper was untaped and pulled away.

He looked down, startled to see his diaper remove itself from his hips, a faint green glow around it. The gemstone on Vorath’s amulet had the same colorful aura–it gave him the power to move objects, to finally change Cody’s diaper personally, instead of simply instructing Cody to do it himself.

As the diaper pulled away, Vorath lowered his face, tongue flicking out to taste Cody’s thighs, his bare skin, his sweat. Cody whimpered, but obeyed his instructions–he’d been told not to flinch, so he held still, taking deep breaths as his dragon’s delicate tongue ran across his body. Vorath didn’t seem to mind tasting stale pee or sweat, or perhaps it was better to say he enjoyed it. Regardless, he certainly enjoyed the little sounds of helpless pleasure that escaped Cody’s lips.

“All mine,” Vorath purred, taking one last taste of the tip of Cody’s flesh. Then, his amulet began to glow more brightly as he called something to him.

Another diaper, a fresh one. Styled in the same patterns as the massive diaper Cody was laying on, but human sized, and without the tail hole. Cody lifted his bottom without being told, and the diaper slid under him.

Vorath didn’t tape it up right away, though. Instead, he turned, touching the opal ring with his nose. On contact, it lifted in the air, floating towards Cody’s head.

(A crown,) Cody knew. (Just like I thought, it’s–wait.)

The opal shimmered and pulled open, as though on an invisible hinge, and instead of moving onto his brow, the ring instead moved towards his neck, molding itself to the contours of his skin. It closed itself without so much as a click, and Cody knew it wouldn’t come off–not without Vorath’s magic.

He could feel the ring against his throat–just tight enough that when he breathed heavily, it made its presence known, but the smooth opal didn’t dig into his skin or cause discomfort. Reflected in the gem facing of Vorath’s amulet, Cody saw himself in shades of green.

The object was clearly a collar, he could tell now–looking at himself, he was very clearly, obviously, owned. And the metal disc that dangled from the front now had an inscription–‘Cody.’ He hadn’t just been collared, he’d been given a tag.

“All mine,” Vorath repeated, smirking at Cody’s expression.

Cody felt like he was melting–he hadn’t expected this, but the signals in his brain were all telling him it was the right thing, the needed thing, the place he wanted to be. Now, underneath Vorath or on top of him, he’d be designated for what he was–Not the master in the relationship at all, but the one who was mastered.

With that, the diaper folded itself up between his thighs, over his cock–it seemed to stretch slightly to accommodate his hardness–and taped itself shut. Cody glanced down in time to see the tapes meld into the diaper, vanishing, sealing it shut.

“Don’t worry, Cody,” Vorath purred. “Your diaper is enchanted–I can clean you with a thought, or remove it for a change when I feel like.”

Cody started to smile.

“That doesn’t mean I will,” Vorath added. “At least, not until I’ve had a chance to savor your smells and make you beg.”

His smile broadened, and Cody found himself nodding–a gesture that made his collar tag jingle slightly.

“Now,” Vorath said. “My human–I have one more task for you.”

Stepping back, Vorath moved, circling, turning his massive body so he could lay down. He rolled, exposing his belly, and the following instruction didn’t need to be said–Vorath expected Cody to diaper him.

But, it wasn’t like Cody had imagined. Vorath wasn’t rolling over in an act of submission or weakness, this was arrogance. The dragon felt safe exposing his belly to Cody, because Cody was no threat–how could something Vorath owned pose him any danger?

Crouching, Cody took the corner of the diaper, pulling it over towards Vorath’s hindquarters and folding it out. The dragon lifted himself, snaked his tail through the hole in the diaper’s seat, then bumped Cody in the back.

Caught off guard, Cody tripped forward, stepping on the diaper, landing between Vorath’s legs. He found his naked chest in contact with a warm, scaly thigh. Their touch almost seemed to be an embrace. Vorath purred, and Cody didn’t move away for a moment.

“That’s enough, finish your work,” Vorath finally instructed, after a long moment of close contact.

Reluctantly obedient, Cody pulled away. He had to walk around Vorath’s powerful legs to get to the sides of the diaper and fold them up, but he managed, wrapping the garment around his master’s hips.

“Once I tape it shut,” Cody asked, “will I have to do some kind of magic to clean it?”

“No,” Vorath said. “I’m master for both of us–I will clean myself when I desire.”

Cody nodded, taping the diaper closed. As with his own diaper, the tapes faded into the print, sealing the absorbent garment closed around Vorath.

He felt a slight shift in the air, a change in his emotions, like the gods had quietly enforced an indelible contract he’d forgotten about signing. This wasn’t just magic over diaper changes and telekinesis, the bond went deeper. He could feel Vorath inside him, like their emotions were separated only by a gossamer thin sheet, closer than mere words could describe.

Cody hoped it could manifest more.

“All,” Vorath said, rolling onto all fours so he could stand over Cody, “mine.”

Cody looked up at him. “All yours,” he repeated. Quietly, he looked back at the circle. He hadn’t even noticed the golden relics glowing, the runes shifting and sparkling–all his thoughts had been for Vorath.

His eyes drifted to the coil of golden rope on the ground. “What was that for?” he asked. “We didn’t use it.”

“It’s not for the ritual.” Vorath smiled down at him. With deep meaning and purpose behind the words, and all the implied weight the dragon could impart, he said, “It’s for a saddle.”