You'll do anything

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Demand = 1}You can take on this little fiendish dragon boy. After all, he barely stands up to the top of your chest. So what's stopping you from overpowering him and taking what you want?

"Hand it over," you challenge him with bravado in your voice.

The brat smirks devilishly while your eyes are drawn to the bright red gem on the anklet.{endif

}

As soon as the ruby begins to sparkle, you feel your will slip away. The dragon's small, taloned big toe slips into your mouth, and you're compelled to slurp and suck on it in reverence while an erection builds in your briefs.

"That's the best you can do?" he taunts while imbuing the gem with more power. Your independent thoughts are squandered with each inch that your tongue drags up the sole of his smooth foot. Even though the artifact you came all the way here to get is right in front of you, resting delicately on the dragon's ankle, you cannot control your hands to reach out and take it.

You instead polish every last scale with your drooling tongue. The dragon femboy seats his royally plump ass atop his wealth while you subserviently cater to his elegant feet like the slobbering footslave cuck that you've become.

You have an obligation to return to your striking wife and daughters, yet you're on the ground wasting valuable time. Your lips are wrapped around this merciless femboy's toes without giving a second thought to your other objectives. You must pamper his majestic arches with your tongue--nothing else matters.

"Do you see now how powerless you are to stop me? What made you think you'd ever get to use this on your wife?"

Your chest stung from how correct you knew he was. So far, throughout your journey, you have fallen further and further into your shame. You are much less of a man for your family to look up to. Instead, you've become so unabashedly weak that you taint the bloodline. You haven't even gotten the opportunity to use your puny cum-squirter on any holes.

In fact, as you're mindlessly slobbering all over the dragon boy's toes, you hump your hand to get some much-needed relief.

"Show me what you're packing," the femboy orders while taking his foot away from your mouth to cross his ankles elegantly and wiggle his fat ass atop the spilling seat of coins.