You can feel yourself, your mind, slipping away as the dragon begins to surface. The last vestige of restraint that kept holding you back quickly retreating as you turn to your wolf-like companion. You're certain you've grown bigger in the last few hours because you find yourself almost looking down on the seven-foot tall wolf-man. This pleases you in some small way, your dragon-esque instincts telling you this is the way it should be between yourself and lesser species...
You grab your lover by the scruff and bring him into a rough kiss. Anders seems a little taken aback by your sudden forcefulness, eyes wide with surprise, but it is only a moment before his tongue is pushing its way into your fanged maw. You use the strength your form has granted you to pick up your wolf-cop paramour and carry him further down the hall, making out with the lupine every step of the way. Anders breaks away from the kiss all too soon as you both come up to his new office, he fishes for keys in the pockets of his uniform pants; it looks like he must have found a new set in the laundry room that fit him, he has also donned a police cap. You can see the outline of his erect cock pushing against the front of his slacks.
Finally, he manages to unlock the door and you almost throw him through it as you lift him up and begin to drive your tongue into his snout once more. A small thought bubbles in the back of your lust-fogged mind as your tongue explores the furthest depths of Anders muzzle. It is -way- longer than it used to be. You come up for air, breaking your kiss once more and let your tongue loll out. To your surprise, it just keeps extending from your mouth, so much so that you're worried you might not be able to fit it all back in again. Anders looks in awe at the length of your oral appendage and with more than a little desire as well, no doubt imagining what a tongue like that could be used for.
Experimenting a little, you find that it is forked at the end, about a foot-and-a-half long and quite prehensile. You reach out with the drooling organ and give Anders a lick across the nose, he shivers and gives a small whine. It seems there is a new cavity in your mouth where most of your tongue retreats to once you 'reel it' back in. Both of you are quite pent up and your wolfy seems eager to get out of his clothes as he sensually strips off his uniform. His shirt comes off first, revealing his furred and well-defined chest, next is his pants, leaving only his underwear protecting the turgid length of wolf-cock that is throbbing for release, he leaves his hat on though. Anders goes to hook his paws through the thin layer of cotton, but you stop him and grasp at the waistband yourself.
Like unwrapping a birthday present, you slowly peel away his under-drawers while lowering your face to crotch-level. His ten-inch red rocket springs out and slaps you wetly on the nose giving you a healthy whiff of his potent musk. You lean in close and inhale his scent, you just can't get enough of it; it smells almost too good. You let your tongue peak out between your lips, quickly lapping at the base of Anders cock where the knot meets the sheath, you can hear your lover moan above you.
You continue to lavish his puppy-stick with affectionate attention before the greedy dragon that has taken control of your mind decides it wants more. Your tongue rolls out to its full length and coils around Anders' entire cock, gripping it like a vice. You begin to undulate your slimy, snake-like appendage around the throbbing meat, tasting the salty-sweet pre-cum that is liberally dripping from Anders' tip. The wolf above you whines and groans in ecstasy as you continue to go to work, you want to get him really worked up for what you plan to do next.
Believing he has had enough, you retract your tongue, letting it return to its home in your mouth. Anders growls a little at the loss of stimulation, but your return his growl with one of your own as you stare him down. Anders lowers his head, ears flat against his skull, properly chastised. You know the dragon has taken over now, there will be no domination struggle here, just -you- on top of -your- wolf, there is no other way. You peel off your only garment remaining, undoing your belt and sliding the jeans down your body. You pause in shock at what you see...
Your heart jumps when you don't immediately see anything but featureless scales between your legs. While you're primarily white-scaled, your underbelly appears to have developed scales that look like polished bronze and, in your surprise, you grasp the area that should have contained your genitalia.
You moan as your clawed digit slips into a warm pouch hidden by a flap of scales, the insides being so incredibly sensitive. Anders looks at you with interest as you continue to explore yourself. Not too far in, your claw touches something hard and rigid, a feeling like electricity shoots through your body causing you to rumble in the back of your throat, like the dragon equivalent of purring. Losing yourself to the sensation, you move your digits about your slit for another moment before they are forcefully expelled by the expanding length of your new, internal dragonhood.
You grasp your pointy, ridged dragon dick as it pokes out of your genital slit, while your wolf-boy watches in shock at the continued growth of your, already large, fuck-stick. Your length stops just shy of twelve inches, you estimate, a perfect cock for a perfect creature, meant for prying open and breeding even the tightest holes. You stare at Anders with a predatory gleam in your eye.
"Bend over, my mate, I'm going to make you mine..." You aren't sure what you are saying, but the dragon in you sure does and Anders seems affected by your words as well. The wolf complies with your demand with little more than a whimper and bends himself over a desk, tail flagging to reveal his pretty, pink tail-star; his heavy balls and throbbing dick swaying below. You walk up to your prize, the act of submission making your cock harder than iron, "Good boy, you've been a very good boy, do you think you deserve a treat...?" It feels like you're watching a movie through your own eyes, everything that is happening is happening to you, but you don't feel like you have any agency in what you do or say.
Anders whines and begins to beg for his treat, looking back at you with the cutest puppy-eyes you've ever seen, this pleases you. You decide to throw the dog a bone. Sidling up to your needy companion, you let your cock slap the entrance to his tight love-canal, enjoying the feeling of his pucker kissing your shaft, ready for penetration. Pulling your hips far enough back to let the tip of your drake-spire rest against his entrance, you let some of your pre-cum dribble onto his star. You provide your own personal lubricant to his hole, lightly prodding and barely penetrating in order to get him nice and slick. Soon you're both more than ready.
Leaning over the wolf, you begin to nibble on his ear, you whisper in a sultry voice, "Are you ready for your treat, Anders? Are you ready to feel me inside you, gifting you my virile load?" Anders whines below you and nods his head desperately, "Then say it... Say how much you want me..." It doesn't take much to coax your subby wolf.
"Please! Take me! Make me yours! Fill me with your young, virile fuck-juice! I- I want to have your dragonlings in me!" You are a little surprised by how far Anders is taking all of this, it seems he -really- wants you. The lupine is pushing hard against your shaft, trying to force himself on you, but you hold him still while you line yourself up.
Claws grasping his waist, you slowly drive your turgid member into his back passage. The wolf howls as you easily glide into his relaxed rear. It takes a few thrusts, but it isn't long before you are bottomed out in your furry lover, you can feel his sack brush against you crotch vent, the orbs throb in pent up need. You lean over again, cupping a clawed hand under his jaw to angle him into position for another kiss. You begin to thrust into Anders and the wolf moans into your mouth
The pace of your fucking picks up before long; after you break the kiss, you start to fuck him with deep, hard strokes. You notice Anders move his hand down to pleasure himself as you fuck him, that wont do. You slap the wolf's fuzzy paw away from his neglected puppy-pecker, you'll be damned if you're going to let your -beta- jack off before you fuck the cum out of him. You pick up the pace in response to this, really pile driving your mate with everything you've got. Anders barks and howls and thrusts back into you as you both try to achieve climax.
You beat your wings and drag your claws down Anders' furred back, trying to find more purchase to fuck him harder. The wolf continues to beg for more, wanting his creamy treat and panting with exertion.
Your neck feels funny and your balance seems to be thrown off kilter a little as you continue your carnal dance. A distinct clicking can be heard through your body as you try to readjust yourself on your mate. Your claws scrabble against the desk and and finally you find some friction on the floor and hook your feet in to it. You're so close now!
A great bubble seems to form within you at the base of your gullet, it climbs up your throat in a mighty buildup of force. You let loose a roar that shakes the foundation of the police station, you feel your face push out with the force of the bellow, taking the appropriately reptilian visage of of a great dragon. You feel complete. Your mighty form, your beautiful scales, your perfect cock and your submissive mate where he belongs. That thought is what sets you off. You drive your cock home in one last thrust, burying it as deep as possible in your lover.
Your dick spasms and throbs in the warm embrace of Anders' tight tail-pipe. You feel your seed pooling inside him, wanting nothing more than to fill the wolf up with your young or, at least, try your damnedest. The wolf whimpers below you, you can feel his cock twitch and spurt cum as he gets off on being so thoroughly fucked and dominated. You can't help but smile in pride at what you've accomplished, but... there's something, a twitch in the furthest corner of your mind that calls you out for what you've done, a feeling of shame and regret pours from this little thing, you... You're unsure of yourself now.
You look down at the thoroughly spent wolf-cop, lying sprawled across the desk under you and feel some small embarrassment for your actions. You try to pull out of the comatose form, but only manage to pull the wolf on top of you as you fall back to the floor, pinning your wings uncomfortably beneath you. It would seem your dick has some sort of knot as well that locks up post-orgasm. All of a sudden the floor is feeling awfully comfortable right now, you doze off thinking about the little voice in your head and wondering if you should be listening to it...