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"Ah, the proud warrior of the tribes!"
Tzogi laughed, his voice dripping with mockery.
"Tell me, did you really think you stood a chance against me?"
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his green eyes gleaming with amusement as he looked Mark up and down, relishing the sight of his defeated foe.
With a nod from the dragon, his guards forced Mark to his knees, securing his arm behind his back with chains. His legs shackled next. Then, a chain from his collar was attached to a foot stool in front of him, pulling him close to the stone, ensuring there was no escape.
After he made sure his prisoner was tightly secured, the dragon lifted his feet to rest them on the stool, positioning them at eye level. With each thud, specks of dirt fell off the royal dragon's soles, before he crossed them over the arches, inches from the captive's whimpering face.
Mark couldn’t help but grimace, the earthy, musky scent of the dragon’s feet filling his nostrils. But Tzogi noticed his discomfort and grinned, pressing his sole a bit closer to poor Mark’s face.
"Oh, you’re not repulsed, are you?" he sneered.
"You should be honored. After all, you’re about to show your devotion to your new master."
The dragon’s eyes gleamed with cruel amusement as he issued his command.
"Lick." he said, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.
"And don’t miss a single spot."
Mark’s face burned with humiliation, but he knew he had no choice. Defiance was pointless, and resistance would only bring harsher punishment. Swallowing his pride, he leaned forward, his face hovering just inches from the conqueror’s waiting sole. He could see every detail up close: the smooth texture of the sole, the dirt embedded in the grooves, the faint glisten of sweat. The musky scent was truly overpowering, filling his senses and reminding him of his utter helplessness. He tried to resist his chains one last time... but it was useless. He was at his mercy.
And with a resigned sigh, he slowly extended his tongue, pressing it against the dragon’s warm, sweaty sole, slowly dragging it across the huge surface, whimpering at the taste.
This is going to be a long night for poor Mark...
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Dragon is yours truly
Tzogi laughed, his voice dripping with mockery.
"Tell me, did you really think you stood a chance against me?"
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his green eyes gleaming with amusement as he looked Mark up and down, relishing the sight of his defeated foe.
With a nod from the dragon, his guards forced Mark to his knees, securing his arm behind his back with chains. His legs shackled next. Then, a chain from his collar was attached to a foot stool in front of him, pulling him close to the stone, ensuring there was no escape.
After he made sure his prisoner was tightly secured, the dragon lifted his feet to rest them on the stool, positioning them at eye level. With each thud, specks of dirt fell off the royal dragon's soles, before he crossed them over the arches, inches from the captive's whimpering face.
Mark couldn’t help but grimace, the earthy, musky scent of the dragon’s feet filling his nostrils. But Tzogi noticed his discomfort and grinned, pressing his sole a bit closer to poor Mark’s face.
"Oh, you’re not repulsed, are you?" he sneered.
"You should be honored. After all, you’re about to show your devotion to your new master."
The dragon’s eyes gleamed with cruel amusement as he issued his command.
"Lick." he said, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.
"And don’t miss a single spot."
Mark’s face burned with humiliation, but he knew he had no choice. Defiance was pointless, and resistance would only bring harsher punishment. Swallowing his pride, he leaned forward, his face hovering just inches from the conqueror’s waiting sole. He could see every detail up close: the smooth texture of the sole, the dirt embedded in the grooves, the faint glisten of sweat. The musky scent was truly overpowering, filling his senses and reminding him of his utter helplessness. He tried to resist his chains one last time... but it was useless. He was at his mercy.
And with a resigned sigh, he slowly extended his tongue, pressing it against the dragon’s warm, sweaty sole, slowly dragging it across the huge surface, whimpering at the taste.
This is going to be a long night for poor Mark...
A beautiful commission drawn by the amazing
eljotafurroGo check em out!
Sub is
scalesforlifeDragon is yours truly
Category Artwork (Digital) / Paw
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Size 1345 x 1297px
File Size 2.31 MB
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