Thread: My New Naga

it was a surprising moment when Andol yelled at Arth, instead of the naga ignoring him, or getting angry as most people might have expected, he whimpered and cringed under his masters firm tone, looking very upset that he had made Andol angry. He even went tot e trash and tried to fix the poor chess board to no avail, but he easily calmed when the others arrived, his head tilted as he calmed himself down, expecting it to be boring... but it wasn't! He really LIKED it! It was... FUN!!! he glanced up at Andol when he was informed that Andol had to leave and he whined, deep in his throat, looking torn. Follow Andol or keep playing? Every pore in his body told him to follow Andol but the boy was only going to an office... right? And no one would hurt Andol while there where people there... right? So he stayed, nodding to Andol as he turned his attention back tot eh board, making pondering noises as he considered what move to make. As soon as Johnathon saw Andol his cock pulsed with lust, it wasn't so much that it was Andol, it was more that he shouldn't have Andol, and that it made Bamre jealous, which made him tighter, suck harder, and more and more willing to do anything to please his petmaster. He growled when Andol had the audacity to talk back to him, but it was mildly forgiven when those hot lips wrapped around him, groaning eagerly as he looked at Bamre with a wicked, dark little smirk. see this Bamre? This is how a cock slut enjoys dick. he growled, gripping the back of Andol's head, the only warning the boy had before the dragon forced all of his cock into the others mouth and throat, holding Andol there until he stopped struggling before he started to thrust, groaning eagerly as he used the boys throat, in ways he would never do to Bamre, he might break his human if he did that, and Bamre was still the only one willing to go all the way with him. mmm fuck such a tight ass little throat. he growled, filling Andol's mouth without mercy, panting eagerly as he tugged little strands of hair out from how tightly he was gripping. mmm yeah, your gonna take my hot load of cum aren't you? he demanded, smirking viciously. your going to swallow every little drop. he hissed, pushing his dick all the way into Andol's mouth and throat again, holding him there, enjoying the tiny mewls and groans of displeasure as he took the boys mouth as he pleased, panting eagerly as he tipped his head back, and started to spill his load deep down the others throat, shuddering eagerly, pulling back, still cumming to flood the boys mouth, and then paint the others face with thick globs of sticky white cum, panting eagerly as he drained his dick on the others face. There was nothing Johnathon loved more than pushing Andol around, making him do the things he didn't want to do, he didn't know what it was about the boy that made him so hot to push around, but he was taking it to the next level now, stroking his limp cock while he watched Andol scowl and grumble, wiping the cum off his face and out of his hair, standing and turning to leave like he always did. But Johnathon hadn't finished with the boy just yet. Ah ah! Johnathon stated, his eyes narrowed almost...playfully. i'm not done yet. he growled, smirking darkly. drop the pants. he ordered. let me see that tiny little half dick of yours. he ordered. i want to see you touch it, see you stroke yourself off. I want to see you masturbate. he growled, stalking circles around Andol, licking his lips eagerly before pausing as the door suddenly swung open and someone walked in. another pet, this one a large red Macaw, wings tucked tightly to his back and his talon like fingers curled into tight fists as he walked in. the bird was amazingly beautiful, and surprisingly feminine, though it was clearly not a female since it was lacking in breasts it was very clearly a gay bird and probably a bottom from the looks of him. It headed straight for them and Johnathon quickly backed away from Andol, yanking his own pants back up, not willing to get caught, just in time because the Macaw walked in on them, his eyes examining the scene before him before focusing on Andol, puling a picture out of a fanny pack it was wearing on it's hip, matching the picture to Andol before nodding. you should come with me Andol. it stated, it's voice soft, but intelligent as it took his wrist gently and practically dragged him out of the bathroom. Arthemil as freaking out. the Macaw explained. he's very unhappy with me. the Macaw admitted looking down at Andol. i am your second present from your parents, they seamed to think perhaps Arth was a little... it paused then. well, stupid. he admitted smiling a little at Andol. so they bought me to go with him, but did not arrive until this morning. he explained. i am all the way from Porto Rico. he admitted smiling at him. my name is Tito. he explained. it is a pleasure to meet you my master. he chirped leading the way away from the shower room and back to the chess room. you should not go out alone however, I will not be strong enough to protect you against anything stronger than a class three. the class systems where sometimes difficult to understand but where the classification of the strength of beasts. Dragons, Naga's, Phoenix griffin unicorn where all class ones. The strongest beasts and the rarest considering their mythical properties. Class twos where creatures that where powerful in more mundane ways. Elephants, lions, wolves, any sort of heavily armored or predator was usually a class two. Class three's where birds, bugs, anything that was not considered a carnivore, various eagles and hawks and lizards where split up between class two and three depending on their properties. A class four was anything human strength or weaker, so Arth was a class one, and Tito was a class three. So Tito was there for intelligence, while Arth was there for Brawn's. A good combination if Arth could get over not being Andol's only pet. Tito paused when he noticed how pale Andol was, how upset and he looked around, pulling them into an empty classroom, not even giving Andol a chance to ask what was going on before the boy was wrapped up in a firm feathery hug, strong arms and long wings wrapping around him tightly, murmuring softly as that sharp beak so gently groomed Andol's hair, letting the boy have the breakdown he so desperately needed in private, wishing that he could cut the dragons dick off, but that would only cause him to get raped too, and then Andol would feel even worse. So he held Andol and let him cry into warm soft feathers, the quick thud thud thudding of the birds heart and the wings wrapped tightly around him, hopefully comforting Andol as the bird did all he could to offer the boy the comfort that he so desperately needed. don't worry master. the bird whispered. it's only for a little while longer. he promised. and I won't tell anyone. at least, not yet, he knew better than to try and get Johnathon in trouble, Dragon's where very charismatic, and without proof, they had nothing. But Tito was smarter than Johnathon, he would find a way to get him away from Andol. oh damn, this is like, my longest post EVER! woohoo!