Taken, Part Three

His cock throbbed powerfully, twitching as it exploded. Long, hot streams of dragon cum splattered back down against his own stomach and thighs while his cock jetted off like a fountain. His balls ached furiously, yet the dragon wasn't aware of that as he lost himself to bliss as if he had never before experienced any kind of true pleasure.

"Nnnnnnngggghhhhh..."

He groaned, eyes wide and unseeing, his pupils dilated. His tail hung slack on the ground, except for the unknowing muscle twitches that still rolled through him; it wasn't as if the dragon could control that. His jaw loosened as he grunted, grit grinding into the scales of his muzzle, yet Valorean didn't even react to it.

The fruitful ropes of cum pouring from his balls as they emptied slowed and stopped to a trickle running down the length of his member. Then and only then did the dragon still, his muscles releasing as he allowed a soft, breathy moan to slip from his muzzle.

"Mmmmmm..."

It was a good kind of moan and Soren's sensors picked it up, feeding it back into his system as he observed it all with due care. He had to ensure the mind wipe was complete, though a green signal flashed across his visual display. That was good: that meant there was nothing more to do there.

Even though it was Soren's first mission, it felt as if the drone-dragon had been doing it forever, for he knew nothing other than what the Commission had implanted into his mind. The dragon they'd captured, the alien from another world, would be sent to the Commission and contained; but he didn't need to know a single thing more than that.

Dragging the dragon into the back of the transport carrier that had brought them to the rift, they secured him fully, pushing his limbs into place so he was lying flat on his back. Out cold, his eyelids were slightly opening, showing his glassy, unseeing eyes. Valorean's chest, however, still rose and fell lightly, showing that he was, of course, alive. It always took a creature a while to recover after having their identity erased, although they would be all the better for it in the end.

At least, that was what Soren and Sieg knew.

With the dragon secured, they hopped into the transporter, sitting opposite one another so they were face to face. The lion's tail hung loosely, relaxed, for the drone-cat wasn't being given any instructions at that time.

"Mmmph..."

Sieg grunted lightly, making a sound in his throat, though the lion didn't really understand why he was doing it. It was only a small little sound, a little pull in his throat, but it felt kind of nice to him. If he had possessed mental faculties still, he would have realised he found it comforting.

Mecha arms and hands emerged from the dark carrier to remove their armour -- but only in part. Of course, they only needed the crotch armour taken off to receive their reward.

The dragon and lion's full-hard cocks sprung out as they grunted and groaned, rocking their hips lightly as they enjoyed the moment. It was a good time, a warm time, when their bodies ached and the dildos secured under their tails thrust hard, grinding up against their prostates in the best of ways.

"Mmmmmffff..."

"Nnnnngghhh!"

Sieg thrust hard, their cocks both spurting, jetting off so hard that a pool of cum formed on the floor of the carrier between them. Of course, it was none of their concern and neither was it any of their mess to clean up. Their semen mixed and swilled about, the rocking and bumping of the carrier shifting it slightly as it made its way back to the Commission with their target secured.

Endorphins flooded them, their hips rocking from pleasure, though the vibrating dildos simulating their prostates sent ripples through them. Their balls churned with another fruitful load of cum, though the drones didn't wonder at all why their semen never ran dry, why they were seemingly able to cum multiple times over with no break in-between. It wasn't for them to worry about and it never would be. There were no thoughts in their heads, for they were not really intelligent creatures anymore, only the mindless, obeying drones that the Commission needed them to be.

Happy at last; forever happy.

For them, there could be no better way to exist, not as their cocks twitched to send forth another load of cum, securing the Commission's control over them. As if there had ever been any question about that.

Taken by the Commission, they'd want nothing else ever again.

And they'd do everything asked of them and more.