I was pleasantly surprised with the reviews for the last chapter, and I hope the same experience happens with this one. You will have your answers to what is going to happen in this chapter, but I am going to ask you not to draw conclusions too fast. While a bit unusual, I very much like how this chapter ended, and until I explain what happens to Saphira in detail, don't assume that she is doomed and everything is lost. I have my own plans, and as I said, this fanfic may not be as dark as you think.
Impatient reader, Shruikan did not fight with Thorn because they are both slaves; As you have seen, none of them wants to mate with Saphira, but Galby forces them to. Thorn was also in a bad condition and he couldn't fight. Shruikan is not as mad as many of you assume. Give me time, and we'll see how the relationship between Shruikan and Saphira evolves.
Saphira's tense body shuddered. The warm and moist tongue slid across the protective flap that covered her nether depths. Such delicate touch enticed her to surrender, and there was only a single outcome.
Her muffled growl expressed her ineptitude to control the rebellious body that gave in to the soothing touch. No matter how strong and resilient her mind was, such intense physical contact could not be denied. Not when her immobile body could not even squirm, lash at Shruikan or do something to prevent it.
Shruikan hissed with delight, nostrils flaring as he inhaled her alluring scent. Saphira shuddered again when his snout touched her most sensible area, sniffing excitedly. It was ironic, how the flap that was supposed to protect her sensible area in battle gave in so easily to an aroused male.
Growling faintly, Shruikan placed his body above hers, pushing her belly with his snout to get her in the proper position to mate. Unable to do anything, Saphira could only growl, hiss and snarl, but it was all futile. How dangerous could she be, when a male effortlessly conquered her?
When she was properly positioned on her side, belly up and exposed to Shruikan, the male again assumed the same position above her and nuzzled her neck.
Without Galbatorix, I would have never accomplished such despicable act, Shruikan said.
Saphira growled harshly, but the sound suddenly stopped when a presence poked at her lower belly. Saphira hissed, her body jolting when Shruikan entered her silken depths. With one last effort, Saphira tried to summon all of her available strength and break through Galbatorix's spell. Wings tried to buffet the dragon that invaded her body, claws attempted to pierce his hide, but to no avail. Nothing happened. No miracle would save her this time.
Shruikan growled in pleasure, his hind legs buckling. Saphira growled, scales twitching with perverse excitement. A strange sensation washed across her being, even if she did not want nor accept it. Her mind vehemently opposed such atrocity, but her body seemed to welcome the member, allowing it to slide down her nether depths unrestrained.
Shruikan hissed due to the elation he felt as the mating began. That's what he was going to do, a repetitive and vile motion that would end up with the expulsion of a most vile seed that would taint Saphira's body forever.
Saphira tried her best to resist the urge her body pressed against her. She loathed the prospect of extracting pleasure from such horrible act, no matter what her instincts and body dictated. The muscles of her lower belly twitched, and Saphira barely suppressed a growl as Shruikan pulled out of her, but not completely.
The initial thrust was the slowest, and from now on, the real mating would begin. For a dragon and his mate, the first thrust was the most important, for the female could remove and harm the male at any time. It did not only represent the pinnacle of the bond between two dragons, but also symbolized the trust the two shared. The trust and confidence a female had in her mate to provide her with hatchlings that they would eventually raise together.
However, Shruikan was the epitome of everything Saphira loathed. He had no pride, he would never care about her, and most important, he was not her mate. Only a dragon's mate was allowed to enter a female. What Galbatorix had done was heinous, beyond what nature had planned for dragons.
Saphira wanted to suffer, to be in agony, not be the victim of some perverse pleasure just because her body acted to the increasingly strong stimuli provided by Shruikan.
Saphira snarled, trying her best to resist the urge to growl and join Shruikan in his growls of pleasure. It was becoming harder and harder to resist her instincts and urges. After all, no dragon was supposed to deny its instincts, something innate without which they could not exist. Saphira's resilient attempts suddenly snapped.
The dragoness growled, the sound not harsh and full of rage, but melodic and soft. Her mind became clouded, the fiery pleasure that engulfed her body preventing her from focusing on anything else that did not include the mating.
Both dragons growled in unison, their growls intertwining in a mellow pattern. Consumed by the pleasure of mating, Saphira no longer realized that she had full control on her body. Her mind was foggy, for instincts overpowered intellect, and escape was no longer an option.
Her wings fluttered slightly, hind legs grabbing Shruikan's haunches, applying a little pressure. Each stroke increased her ecstasy, until an alien, almighty feeling erupted in her body.
Feeling the urge to unleash it, Saphira roared stridently, her maw clenching around Shruikan's paw as the climax of the mating overcame her. The male emitted a similar piercing sound, and then, the fuzzy presence that clouded Saphira's mind began to lessen in intensity. The thrill of the mating, the fiery pleasure, the instincts that overpowered her, it all came to an end.
However, Saphira was yet again surprised by just how strange and powerful a dragon's instincts can be. After Shruikan withdrew from her sensitive silken depths, the male began licking her neck affectionately, and Saphira hummed contentedly, basking in the warm feeling that felt so pleasant to the touch.
In return, she placed a wing over the onyx dragon that laid his body besides her, licking his neck tenderly.
"Beautiful," a familiar voice said, but Saphira decided to ignore it. "My spell ceased, yet you did nothing to resist Shruikan."
Lost in her sudden and strange delight, Saphira dug her head under Shruikan's chin, careful not to hurt him with her horns. Shruikan continued to lick her, oblivious to the chamber coated with disgusting slime.