In the lost age of old, ancient priest kings used to rule the world alongside their congregations of powerful wizards, and their magic was renown across the civilizations as the manifestation of the Gods themselves, whose intervention was decided by the pure will of these wondrous men. The seas parted at a gesture, blazing storms of fire could be conjured just with a flick of a wrist, entire wars could be decided just by the acts of a single hero blessed by the powers of the strongest wizards.
With the immense power of the mystic energies, the wizards built almighty empires that flourished throughout the centuries, ruled by fair lords, where famine, winter, scarcity were thought to be things of a long bygone age, before the Gods infused humanity with their light of Creation, but fields full of bountiful crops grew where before was desert, those who were doomed by terrible plagues and unberable illnesses were saved by a mere laying of hands, fertility and wealth were the nature of the earth; it was a golden age for humanity, where man as one with nature, which changed to accomodate the wills of man.
But nothing lasts forever. The priest kings, blinded by their own glory, aspired not to become messengers of the divine, who were given their powers to execute the divine will and bring order to the cosmos, but to become gods themselves, to cross the bounduaries put to them by their mortality, and bring their empire up to the stars. The ambition of the Priest Kings brought them to fight each other in wars of conquest, pushed by their greed for power, their quest for glory and prestige, their thirst for more lands, more cities, more riches, more power! The Kings and their wizards were deviated so much by their quest to become gods, that the spite they grew between each other led them into an irreversible path of destruction.
Driven by an insatiable will to destroy their enemies, the Priest Kings committed unspeakable atrocities upon their rival empires, destroying entire cities in blazing cataclysms of lightning and fire, and enslaving all their inhabitants, or worse, offering them in sacrifice. The battles intensified, the wars became more violent, myriads of people, soldiers or innocents, died every day in these bloody tragedies; power-hungry wizards often betrayed their kings, killed them, and took over their kingdoms; it was a brutal age of deception, ruin and turmoil, as men who once created entire civilizations as monuments of order and prosperity, now were plunging the world into a cycle of destruction and catastrophe, as they succumbed to their primal anger.
The wizards of this world, in those times of turmoil, were not focused on gaining new knowledge of the world, or on how to better the life of man, but on how to pervert the use of magic from a tool of order dedicated on the building of a better world, into a demonic weapon to wield against their enemies, and especially into a cruel instrument of torture and humiliation, to not only utterly destroy other people who were particular obstacles to their path to godhood, but also to instill fear upon the people, and to intimidate other potential enemies.
One of the most wicked practices of these warlord wizards was "soul-binding", where the soul of a person was removed from the still living body, and forcibly implanted into an inanimate object, cursed to live forever as an immobile thing, deprived even of their humanity. The luckier victims were bound to precious objects, like crowns, staves or rings, their powerful souls were used as sources of power, and they were passed from generation to generation as a symbol of prestige. The less lucky, however, were bound to simple tools, scattered upon the world, and either used by common people, unwary of the nature of their items, or worse, abandoned in some dump, left to rot in their immobility for eternity.
The ancient wizard Sagafex, one of the most powerful warlocks of those ages of turmoil, was so reviled by his enemies and hated by the other sorcerers, that his soul was bound by a special enchantment that made the item he was grafted into virtually indestructible, and to further humiliate him, his soul was put into what now could be recalled as a dragon dildo, cursed to be shoved up the ass of the worst perverts of mankind for the millennia to come; but in secret, Sagafex knew the fate that was nearing him, and prepared a special countermeasure to take revenge on the wizards: at his fated hour, he would modify the curse to not only capture his soul, but also the soul of all the other wizards who would be near him to seal him into the magic dildo, and after absorbing their power, to ensure that he would be finally freed after all the other wizards would die out, after a million orgasms would be achieved using the cursed sex toy, Sagafex in the end would be unsealed from his anal prison once more!
Thousands of years after the creation of the magical dildo, it was used as a sex toy by so many different types of people across the ages, until it ended up in a delivery company's warehouse, ready to be delivered to an unsuspecting person.
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*DING DONG*
Tom Fuller opened the door of his house and saw the large package right in front of him. Quickly glancing on his sides, he picked up the package and quickly retreated in his home. After he put the package on the table, he slowly opened it, taking pictures of the unboxing to later post them on his favorite laotian chairweaving forum. After unraveling the package, he saw his dragon dildo for the first time: it was slightly curved, long almost twenty inches, thick as his wrist, it was ribbed and with many curves, it looked like the fully erect cock of an infernal beast. It was shiny, clean, with a gradient that resembled the seven colors of the rainbow. It was the biggest dildo in his collection so far, and had a strange aura, something that just BEGGED Tom to try it right there and now.
Tom put the dildo on the toy shelf of his room, and saw how much it towered over the other phallic objects; he was almost enthralled by the prismatic tower of what he thought was plastic, its girthy, long shape, its ribbed form, perfect for stimulating a sensitive ass like his. He left his room to watch some TV, but the idea of being fucked by such monstrous object tempted him more and more, and the more he fought against the idea, the more horny he became, until, an hour later, he returned to his room, ready to try that butt buster for his first try.
The first thing Tom felt when he took the dildo in his hands was a strange sensation of power, as if what he was holding was not just a sex toy, but a pure symbol of power and maximum masculinity, something taht could turn even the most chad alpha male into a screaming moaning bitch; he fantasized more about putting the dildo in his ass, when he felt it glow and slightly vibrate, almost as if it was anticipating too.
Tom dismissed what he felt as an illusion caused by his own arousal, and he was indeed surprised by how horny he was: usually to reach such a state he required hours of foreplay and preparation, while now he thought he could take this dildo even without lube! He placed it onto the floor, and undressed himself, exposing his tight ass and his medium sized cock. At last, he took a deep breath and sat on the tip of the dildo, and the contact of the tip with his ass cheeks for some reason made him so horny that he couldn't stand it, and he started rubbing his nipples, quickly bringing his cock to a complete erection while already breathing rapidly!
"If just the contact with the dildo made my arousal reach such levels, what would happen if the dildo penetrated me completely?" Tom wondered by himself, but his thoughts were overridden by the anticipation of riding that absolute beast of a phallic toy. Tom closed his eyes as he finally lowered himself over the mysterious dildo,