YSSS

by UnseenFury

Read if your over 18. Random lemons, mainly between NON ANTHRO DRAGONS

21. Dragon and Princess

The Dragon and The Princess

S.M. Wolf

Methusos, Princess Amy, and this story © S.M. Wolf 2009. The story may not be reproduced in part or whole without prior written permission of the author. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

The Dragon Lord Methusos watched the herald approach his castle high atop Dravonis Mountain. He smiled at the thought of jewels and other ruches that would soon be his when King Elderson ransomed his only daughter, the Princess Amy.

The doors of the castle doors opened, and the herald entered the courtyard where he was confronted by the large blue jewel dragon.

"Have you brought the king's offer?" the dragon asked the herald.

The young human male took out a roll and presented it to the dragon. Methusos took it, broke the embossed wax seal with the royal crest, and read the king's message.

To the Dragon Lord Methusos,

From his Majesty Elderson The Most Worthy,

Worm, I have received your demands for jewels, gold and other ransom in exchange for the Princess Amy. In taking her you have sullied her honor beyond redemption. She no longer exists in my eyes or the eyes of the lords of my realm, and therefore what you have has no worth. I refuse your terms.

The king's flowery signature was below the body of the message. It was joined by a half dozen high lords of his realm.

"What is this?" Methusos demanded of the herald angrily.

"Dragon! I come here to parlay and enjoy those rights!" the herald said as his horse jumped about and tried to bolt.

Methusos reined in his anger. It did him no good to torch this boy no matter how much he might want to do so. He was not going to get his ransom, but he could still get his revenge upon the king. Knowing human familial relations, he suspected that the king was not nearly as cold-blooded about his daughter a he pretended.

"Oh, you do," the dragon said in a silky voice. "And I shall not harm you,

"Instead, I want you to take a very personal message to the king for me. Tell him that, since he refuses my demands, I will instead take out my ransom from his daughter. Henceforth she shall be my slave. She shall cook for me, clean for me and do all manner of other menial work."

The dragon grinned cruelly.

"And she shall also be used repeatedly every night and day for my sexual pleasure until such time as she is too broken to be of any further use to me. When that say comes, I will send her back to her father, and he can explain to her why this has happened to her."

Methusos reared up and extended his wings.

"Now go and tell the king the fate of his only daughter!"

The herald and certainly the horse needed no encouragement. The horse turned and bolted through the castle doors and down the road. The herald could barely keep his saddle.

Methusos rolled up the message again and headed back into his castle. It would take the herald at least two days to reach the king. He would put that time to good use.

The dragon descended through the depths of his castle to the dungeons. The castle had been built by dwarves well before the coming of the humans. Methusos had taken it from them in battle, and was now the sole occupant and undisputed lord of it and the mountain. From his lofty citadel he raided the surrounding countryside taking wine, food and the occasional unwary princess. His treasure trove grew larger with each passing year. He had expected to add much to it this day. Instead he had only a burning anger deep inside of his belly that he intended to sate starting right now.

Near the base of the castle was a tall, circular room. Near the top was the only entry into the room. A stairway led down to the lower floor. Across from the entry door on the lower floor was a smaller room filled with various devices leftover from the days of the dwarven interrogators. Underneath he stairs was a small cell barely large enough for Princess Amy.

Methusos descended to the lower floor. He looked at the small slit in the door. As he anticipated Princess Amy was staring out at him.

"Well, Methusos said pleasantly, "your father's herald was just here. He gave me a message from your father." Methusos held up the parchment roll.

"Would you like to read it? It tells how much he values you."

A muffled human female voice replied. "No doubt you have your ransom from the royal treasury, dragon. It matters not to me how much you received. Open the door and release me so that I may return to my castle and family."

Methusos pushed the roll through the slit.

"Oh, but I insist."

"Oh, very well. I suppose I must humor you, worm."

The princess took the scroll and unrolled it. She began reading.

"To the Dragon Lord Methusos,

"Blah, blah, blah."

"I have received your demands for jewels, gold and other ransom in exchange for the Princess Amy. In taking her you have sullied her honor beyond redemption..."

Princess Amy's voice trailed off to nothing as she continued to read the curt message divorcing her from the king. Her eyes grew wide. Her mouth silently shaped the word no, but no further sound escaped her lips.

"Quite a nice father you have, human," Methusos cruelly jibed.

Princess Amy dropped the Rolland began to cry.

"Since you no longer have worth to your father, I have no ransom. Since I have no ransom, I will have to make you worth something to me some other way."

The dragon left the princess and went across the room. He removed a saddle shaped granite rock with a pair of cuffs attached to the sides and placed it in the center of the floor. He pulled out a metal spreader bar with shackled on the ends. He took it over to the cell where Princess Amy still stood dumbly staring at the words trying to make sense of what she was reading and failing completely.

Methusos opened the door to the cell and reached inside. He grabbed Princess Amy and pulled her out of the cell.

"For starters, I'll use you for my pleasure!"

The princess' clothes had been partly ripped when Methusos had grabbed her and spirited her away on dragon wings to his castle. Now he held her wrists in his left hand and used his claws and right hand to shred her clothes and yank the remnants form her body. Princess Amy came to her senses and began to scream. She kicked the dragon, but his scales hurt her feet while her kicks barely registered.

Methusos grabbed Princess Amy's right leg and turned her upside-down. He attached one of the shackles to her right ankle. Grabbing her other leg, he repeated the process. He took the spreader bar in his right hand and lifted the princess up to eye level. She was suspended naked with her legs well spread and her sex exposed to the dragon. "You look like you have a good size slit," Methusos commented as he prodded her vagina a couple of times with his left index finger.

"It's still going to be a very tight fit."

Princess Amy looked at the dragon's crotch. His penis sheath had slid from his genital slit, and the head of the dark shaft within was just starting to show.

"My gods!" Princess Amy screamed. "You'll kill me with that thing!"

"I will be sure to go really slow and carefully so I don't rupture you the first time," Methusos replied.

"I want you to last a good, long time before I finally break you."

The dragon turned a deaf ear to Princess Amy's renewed screaming. He laid her naked body over the stone saddle with her hips and thighs pressed against the cold stone. He secured her wrists to the cuffs on the stone. She thrashed about some, but her movements were limited at best.

Methusos moved behind Princess Amy.

"What are you doing?!" she screamed.

Methusos just reached down with his right hand and stroked his shaft a few times. It jumped to full hardness. Princess Amy's eyes grew wide as she saw the girth and length of the dragon's member.

"Did you know," Methusos inquired quite politely, "that, unlike the inferior human male dick, a dragon's penis is well muscled and quite agile?"

To prove his point Methusos curled and uncurled his shaft a couple of times.

"I am sure it is going to come in quite handy with raping you," Methusos finished in a hard tone.

"No!" princess Amy screamed.

Methusos ignored the human female. The dragon's anger had turned to randiness. He wanted sex, and this female was his for the taking. He straddled her bound body and squatted down.

Princess Amy stared up in horror as the large dragon lowered his body. Her screaming redoubled as she felt the large knob of the dragon's shaft brush up and down not only her vaginal slit but her ass crack as well.

"Please, I beg of you! I am still a virgin!" Princess Amy pleaded.

"All the better!" Methusos replied.

The dragon leaned forward and placed his fingertips on the floor. He adjusted his shaft and placed the tip of his penis against her pussy. Precum was starting to flow freely from the dragon's tip. The hot liquid covered Princess Amy's cunt and dribbled down her thighs.

Methusos shifted his body forward. Princess Amy stopped screaming. A look of pure and utter terror appeared on her face. As she felt her most intimate region violated by the dragon's cock. He pushed his way inward, and her pussy lips were spread wider and wider. Pain erupted from her crotch.

Just as Princess Amy thought she would be torn in two, the dragon withdrew a bit. The tip of his cock was still nestled between her labia, and she was in immense pain, but she was at least able to catch her breath. She broke out in tears of pain.

Princess Amy's respite was short-lived. Methusos felt her vaginal muscles relax a bit. He pushed forward and slid another two inches of his cock into her. Beneath him the human female began screaming again.

The dragon paused and waited until the princess' body grew accustomed enough to his large shaft to allow him to thrust deeper. He barely noticed when he broke her hymen, but the process felt a sudden stab of sharp pain and knew her virginity had been taken by the dragon. Tears of shame and loss joined the stream or tears of pain falling to the floor.

Methusos curled his neck around and watched the helpless human impaled upon his shaft. He delighted in her look of horror as she felt him press ever deeper into her body. It satisfied his rage for not getting more treasure to add to his horde.

The dragon continued to push ever deeper into the princess' cunny. She was incredibly tight for him though relatively large for a human. Bit by bit he forced eight inches of dragon cock into her. When he reached his goal he stopped and just waited.

It took Princess Amy several minutes to realize that the dragon had stopped thrusting. She felt as if someone had rammed a bedpost up her pussy. She wanted to die she was in so much pain.

"Mercy," she managed to whisper.

"Mercy?" replied the dragon in a quiet voice.

"I think not!" Methusos roared

While he had been waiting, the dragon's precum had well lubricated the interior of the princess, and her muscles had relaxed enough that, while still tight, they no longer had a death grip on his hard, well-muscled shaft.

Methusos began to thrust in earnest. He would pull out his shaft most of the way and then ram it back into the helpless princess. He was rewarded with a cry of anguish each time that was music to his ears. As the princess loosened even further he was able to increase his tempo and depth until he was shoving almost nine inches of cock into her. He had to restrain himself against forcing his way deeper into her lest he rupture her and kill her in this first mating.

That did not stop Methusos from playing with her in other ways. He pressed deep into Princess Amy's body and stopped. She felt his cock begin to writhe obscenely inside of her. He pressed it against the sides of her vagina and forced her to scream again.

A loud roar filled the room. It bounced off the walls and crashed down upon Princess Amy. At the same time she felt a torrent of hot fluid fill her vagina and womb. The pressure built to nearly unbearable proportions before the dragon finished cumming and withdrew with an audible pop. The sticky white fluid inside her gushed from her slit and fell to the floor. Long, gooey threads dripped from her snatch.

Methusos released Princess Amy. She tried to stand but collapsed on the floor.

"There are a mop and bucket upstairs. Get them and clean up this mess."

Princess Amy hesitated.

"Or you can get back on the stone, and I can have you again. I've often fucked a dragoness a dozen or more times in a single afternoon."

Somehow Princess Amy scrambled up the stairs and out into the hall in search of the cleaning supplies. Behind her she could hear the laughter of the dragon.

Methusos was happy with the start of his revenge upon the king for denying him his ransom.

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GUARDIAN-HAWK:

DEBT:

Jada flared her wings, slowed, and scanned the mountain faces beneath her. The cave she was looking for was close, she was sure; she could make out the scent of dragon on the wind, and that scent had led her this far. She'd been told of the deep, spacious cave the dragon on this territory had, how easy hunting could be here, and her own land was small, without much prey, and her cave so small... So when the dragoness had heard of much better territory not far from her own, heard that the dragon living there wasn't especially big or strong, she'd taken to the sky immediately to track him down. She wouldn't be stuck in that cramped, drafty cave of hers any longer!

Sure, she'd also heard that the dragon she was tracking was a skilled fighter despite his lean build, but that didn't worry her. She was a strong dragoness, large as any male, her bright green scales thick and tough, and she'd won her fair share of fights; one dragon didn't worry her. Already she could imagine being able to sleep without wind blowing over her sides, being able to leave her cave without having to worry about intruders being able to see her hoard while flying by, not having to hunt for three or four hours just to find prey... If only she could find this new cave so she could drive out the dragon living there now and claim it as her own!

There was a noise from her right and she looked up to see a plane passing by high overhead, far higher than any dragon could fly; growling at human intrusion into the dragons' sky, her sky, she drifted lower. Most dragons got along well enough with humans, would even trade with or work for them sometimes, but she didn't see the good in it. It was human encroachment on traditional dragon territory, after all, that had forced her into such a small cave just to be able to live somewhere they wouldn't be able to come bother her or steal from her hoard or who knew what else they might try to do to a dragon. This territory was even more isolated, and apparently it was impossible to get to the cave she searched for without being able to fly...

There it was!

The entrance was lower than she'd expected but she could already tell that what she'd heard was right: the cave opening was surrounded on all sides by sheer cliff face, and unless there was another entrance somewhere there was no way to get in, or out, without wings. There wasn't a landing ledge for the cave either, but the entrance seemed wide enough for her to be able to land and fold her wings under the overhang, so she banked and descended to the cave and set down just inside.

There was a ledge after all, it seemed, it was just sheltered; barely the length of her neck past where she'd touched down the shelf ended, leading her eye to a large open space beyond--she could even see a tunnel leading deeper into the mountain! The place was massive compared to her old home, and she purred a little to herself at the thought of making the cave her own. Now she just had to track down the dragon who would soon be the cave's former occupant, whose scent had grown much stronger once she landed...

Jada craned back her head and roared, tail flicking as her call echoed off the back wall of the cave--her old cave wasn't large enough for that. "Come out, dragon!" she cried, flaring her wings out again to make herself look larger, then when there was no response for a moment she leapt down off the shelf and into the cave proper. If the dragon wasn't here now then she might as well explore the place, get used to her new home while she waited for him to show up so she could defeat him...

"Who are you?" came a growl from the far side of the cave, and she looked over to see a red dragon standing there. He was as she'd heard: average length but lean, without much muscle--kind of handsome, too, but she wasn't looking for that and she preferred blues anyway.

"The new owner of this cave," she snorted; he looked so wiry that she thought she could break him in half if she hit him hard enough. How had a dragon as weak as him managed to secure such prime territory? "Do you want to bother fighting, or will you just gather whatever you can carry and leave?"

"Oh, now this is something I'm going to have to see. Some big arrogant dragoness thinks she can barge into my cave and kick me out without even having to try? Just who do you think you are?" He stepped closer to her, tail lashing angrily behind him, but didn't move to attack or to defend himself.

"I'm the one of us here who has at least twenty scale over her opponent, and all that weight is in muscle. You don't stand a chance, little dragon... Save us both the trouble and just leave quietly. You don't want to make me hurt you."

"I am not a 'little dragon!'" he snarled. "My name is Hueroc, I have claim on this cave, and I'm not going anywhere."

She thumped her tail, unable to contain a giggle; the little dragon was so cute when he was angry it was actually heating her up a little. Maybe after she'd beaten him she'd make him stick around for a little while, have him do her bidding until she was settled in just to knock him down a peg or two... "Well, I'm Jada, but if you want to call me by my name then do it now because I don't think I'll let you use it after I beat you."

He roared at her in challenge, then took another few steps toward her before dropping into a crouch, teeth bared. "I've fought off much tougher challengers than you to hold on to this cave, and I don't back down from a fight. If you really think you're strong enough to cast me out that easily, then come show me."

Jada didn't hesitate--she could bring the stringy little dragon down in under a minute! Bounding forward, she shifted her weight to set up her favorite feint, doing all she could to make it seem like she was about to lunge at him with her teeth and forepaws. Her opponent didn't shift from his crouch, though his tail went still as he waited for her to strike--as if he knew what was coming? She growled and changed her mind, and when she was close enough instead of planting her forepaws she leapt at him, claws outstretched and jaws spread wide to latch onto his shoulders. But why wasn't he--

Finally Hueroc sprang to the side, not leaping but weaving around her claws and fangs, spine rippling snakelike as he dodged her blow, then brought up his own claws to slash at her side on the way by. He's so fast! She thrust out a wing to try to knock his paw away, to guard her side and keep him from drawing blood, but his paw missed the joints and struck her leathery wing-skin instead, claws carving right through her wings and leaving long gashes behind.

She bellowed more from shock than pain and turned to face him again once she was out of range, flicking her wing out for a moment to look at the damage: bad. Flying would be difficult until it healed--if it was even possible--and that would take at least a couple of weeks. Now she had to make sure that she won.

So she lunged forward again, but this time she did use the feint, landing hard on her forepaws just before she reached him, throwing her hindquarters to the side and swinging her tail around. He couldn't possibly-- But he did! Suddenly his tail blocked her own, coiled around it and held it still, then he closed in and swiped at her shoulder. Panicking, Jada threw her other wing forward to block, but he cut that one as well, just as badly. There was no way she could fly now.

She roared in a mix of anger and pain and pulled on his tail, trying to take advantage of his grip and managing to throw him off balance. First she kicked at his flanks with a hind paw--missed, barely--then struck forward with her jaws, fangs reaching for the base of his neck. But he recovered, squirmed around her extended neck and struck her with the back of a paw before somehow working his tail free and jumping out of range.

Bringing a paw up to her neck where he'd hit her, she bared her teeth and snarled at him. If she could just land a blow she'd have him, but he was too fast! Already he'd clawed her twice, and it could have been three if he'd hit her neck claws out, while she hadn't even marked him.

But one solid hit is all it will take, she reminded herself. Just make it count.

This time Hueroc made the first move, springing forward, shifting right, left, left... then suddenly he was on her right, ramming her under the foreleg with his shoulder and bowling her over. She tucked her limbs and let herself roll, getting quickly back to her feet before he could take advantage, but he'd come too close--now she had him! She sprang forward again and got her paws around his chest, bearing him down to the ground where she could finally put her strength to use and wrestle him into submission. He thrashed but she only tightened her grip, kicked at his belly, then when he tried to push away from her with his paws she reached for his throat with her fangs.

Then suddenly his tail hit her forehead, hard, and before she even had time for her vision to clear he wormed his way out of her grasp. Jada started to stand but then he was on her, forepaws squeezing her neck and claws digging in for a good grip, his tail swept her legs out from under her, he pressed his snout against her throat, and when she felt his hot breath on her scales she knew it was over.

"Yield," he growled.

"I yield," she said quietly, letting her body go limp, and he backed off a moment later, releasing her. No... She'd been so close to beating him, and she'd lost. This wouldn't be hers after all, she'd have to go back to her old home, that cramped little cave and barren territory...

But she couldn't, she realized with a start as she looked up at the light streaming in through the cave entrance. The cliffs around the cavern mouth were far too steep for her to climb, and after what he'd done to her wings-- She spread her wings slowly to examine the badly torn membrane, whimpering a little as she had more time to see just how large the long, ragged gashes were. She wouldn't be able to fly for weeks, maybe a full month! How would she live, if she couldn't leave the cave of the dragon who'd defeated her?

"An experienced dragon always holds its wings tight in battle," Hueroc said when he saw her looking at them. "You cannot retreat without healthy wings, so you have to guard them carefully."

She groaned. "I... I can't fly like this."

He tilted his head. "I thought so. It is impossible to leave my cave without wings, so you will have to stay here until they heal."

Sighing, Jada stood and turned to face him, folding her ruined wings so she wouldn't have to look at them anymore. "How will I find prey, and water?"

"I will have to bring prey for you," he said, sitting back on his haunches. "And there is a spring deep in the cave, along with a waste-chute, that I will let you use. But--"

"You will need to be repaid for helping me," she finished for him, looking at the ground between them. It pained her to say it, but she offered, "I do have a small hoard at my cave that you can have some of if you like. I could lead you to it once I can fly again, or give you directions there."

Hueroc paused for a moment in thought, then looked her up and down. "No. I have enough wealth of my own that I don't need some of yours as well..." His head bobbed as he swept his eyes over her form again. "I have a much better idea."

She growled softly, lips pulling back to show her fangs. Whatever his idea was, something told her she wouldn't like it.

"No... Until your wings heal, I want you to be my pet."

Jada growled again, more loudly. "What do you mean? Do you want me to act like a some human-domesticated dog? Beg you for the prey you bring me? Follow you around and let you rub me?" It didn't sound at all enjoyable, but at least she'd keep all of her hoard--assuming nobody stole it while she was stuck here...

"That's not what I meant," the red dragon chuckled, tail flicking. "Or at least not quite. You will be my own pet dragoness to use and abuse as I see fit--yes, I think now you understand. I want you to be my sex slave, until you can fly again."

What? "No!" she cried, backing away from him and shaking her head back and forth. "No, you can't do that to me, you don't have the right! Defeating me doesn't mean you can take advantage of me like that, you pervert!"

"I have every right," he snarled, advancing as much as she'd retreated. "If you will not submit, then I will simply make you yield again, take you, then do it all over again, until you understand your place in this cave."

"You can't do this to me," she said shakily--she didn't think she'd be able to stop him after being defeated once already. How could this dragon want to abuse her like this? What had she ever done to make him want to be so cruel to her?

He growled and stamped a hind paw. "I can and I will. If you really thought that you could glide into my cave, my home, like you'd already won the place, threaten me, and try to drive me away like you did... You came to my territory and tried to claim it as your own, but I defended myself, I defeated you, and now I will claim your body as mine to use. There is little difference."

She just shook her head again. "No... No, no, you can't do this..."

"You tried to claim my home as yours for as long as you could keep it," he continued, more softly. "But you lost, your wings were cut, and now you are trapped in the home you tried to take until they heal. I offered to care for you until you recovered, and to pay the debt of the prey I would bring you and of the use of my cave, I wish to use your body for my pleasure until you are well enough to move on. That is a fair trade, considering your body would waste away without my assistance."

Jada said nothing, but slumped, looking at the ground and whimpering.

"You may not like it, but it is what I have chosen," he said, and though it was forceful at least he wasn't mocking or threatening her. "Will you agree to my terms?"

She was frozen a moment longer, then finally tilted her head yes--but she glared at him when she did, to at least make sure he knew she wasn't happy about it. Hopefully her wings wouldn't take their time closing up again... because the last thing she wanted to do was follow Hueroc's orders, much less raise her tail for the dragon who'd defeated her.

"Good girl," he bobbed his head, and turned to walk deeper into the cave. "Come with me."

She growled angrily, but relented and followed him down the passage leading into the depths of the mountain, tail twitching. The two dragons didn't have far to go; after going just a few lengths Hueroc turned and led her into a large side chamber. He walked around the room, lighting a few torches to keep the chamber bright, then returned to her--she'd stopped at the entrance at the strange scents in the room. Metal, leather, and other strange man-made scents she couldn't identify made themselves known, along with the distinctive musk of draconic arousal. Had he done this to other dragonesses before? Was this where he brought them to force himself on them?

Her eyes returned to her captor as he approached her, a metallic circlet around one of his ankles. "Hold your head out," he said. She hesitated and growled again at being given orders, but after a moment obeyed him; he pulled the circlet off his leg--it was meant to close around something thicker than that--then leaned back onto his hind legs, opened the circlet, and shut it around her throat, closing it tighter and tighter until it wrapped snugly around her neck.

It was a collar.

She snarled and bared her teeth at him, at the humiliation of having to wear such a thing, but he just gave her a feral grin before locking it shut.

"There we are, my pet, now things are nice and official..." He chuckled. "You told me that I wouldn't be using your name after our little fight, and you're right about that; you are my pet and I will refer to you as such."

"If you think I'm going to call you Master--" she snarled again, but he cut her off.

"I don't expect you to say much of anything. Speech is a privilege you will only rarely be granted, so when you are allowed to you'd better be polite, or I may not see the value of letting you speak again."

She snarled and snapped her teeth, but he just walked over to one of the walls and it was then she realized what she was smelling: hooks lining the walls of the chamber held many different pieces of man-made craft. Chains, shackles, leather straps and panels, rubber cylinders shaped like a dragon's hard cock... And those were just the things she immediately recognized. There was barely any empty space on the walls of the cavern, all of it taken up by the bondage gear, and no two hooks seemed to hold the same item.

And he meant to use it all on her, she realized, a hollow knot of fear forming in her gut.

"Where did you get all of this?" she asked--anything to distract herself from what was sure to come.

He took a leather-and-metal device down from one of the hooks and returned to her. "I had it all made for me. Cost a fair amount of my hoard, but when you invest your wealth with humans it tends to multiply--and quickly if you give it to the right people. I have more money than I know what to do with, thanks to a few helpful humans."

"Why did you want these things?"

Hueroc laughed. "Because being able to use all of this gear to make a strong, defiant dragoness like you completely helpless heats me up more than you can imagine. Speaking of which..." He held up the piece of bondage gear he'd picked out: a bridle. "Open wide."

She lashed her tail and snarled at the thought of being restrained, of being fully at his mercy and unable to resist when he mounted her, but sagged after a moment and opened her mouth to accept the metal bit. It was either obey, or be hurt, defeated, forced to obey and then probably punished as well; not much of a choice to make. If only she'd been fast enough to beat him...

He pressed the bit into the back of her mouth, as far back against her gums as it would go, then let her bite down and strapped the bridle shut around her snout, pinning her jaws tight together. "You will find me a kind master, so long as you are obedient," he said, stroking her cheek with a paw. "But if you do not obey, I will not hesitate to discipline you. I will not tolerate disobedient pets. Understand?"

Tonguing the bit in her mouth, she let out a muffled growl--the bridle didn't just keep her jaws shut, it gagged her. And he'd said speaking was a privilege... which meant she'd be wearing it a lot, she realized with a groan. She finally tilted her head yes after testing the strength of the straps by trying to spread her jaws: impossible.

Her captor threaded padlocks into the buckles of the bridle and shut them, to make sure she couldn't take it off herself. "Don't bother trying to get out of whatever I bind you with; all of this was made to hold dragons, and all of it works very well."

Jada snorted and lashed her tail again, glaring at him. Even if he was probably right about her deserving being treated this way after how she'd tried to claim his territory, she was still going to find a way to make him pay for it. No proud dragoness could be so easily turned into a slave!

"Now just how to tie you up for our first time together..." He turned and wandered off to the far side of the room, head swinging back and forth to look at all his options. She growled at his back, wishing there was something she could do to stop this, but not only was it impossible for her to leave the cave, but now she had the bridle on her snout that only he could remove. And if she hadn't been able to beat him when she had all her weapons, there was no way she could stand a chance with her jaws and her fire locked away...

Nothing she could do to stop him anymore, she thought with a moan of despair. Nothing she could do but let him fuck her, however he wanted, as many times as he wanted, until her wings finally healed and she could leave his cave. But the thought of having to submit to him so many times, of being helpless to stop him when he took her, threw her mind into a turmoil of rage, depression and fear at how powerless she was. This was going to be terrible.

She hoped she'd be able to put up with it.

"Right, I know what we're going to do," Hueroc said, and she looked up to see him beckoning her to the center of the chamber, where he'd brought a few more pieces of gear. She walked over to him, trying to fight down the fear building deep inside her; she was a strong dragoness, and she could persevere no matter what the situation. Just because she would have to spend the next few weeks as a sex slave didn't take away who she was... She had to hold on to that. Nothing else was more important.

"Lie down on your back here," he gestured with his tail, and after glaring and snarling at him past the bit in her mouth she obeyed, tucking her tail between her hind legs and against her belly to hide her vent from him--while she still could. Once she was in place, he locked a pair of shackles to her forepaws that held them tight together, then clipped something to her bridle: reins, she discovered when he pulled on them. He threaded them through an anchor behind her head, then pulled them back down to her forepaws and tied them to the link holding the two shackles together. She could either move her paws down towards her belly, or her head, but had to move the other limb the opposite way to do so, and trying either one made the bit dig into her gums. After testing her small, painful range of motion she found the most comfortable middle ground she could and watched her captor work.

Next he bound her wings with wide leather belts, then put more shackles onto her hind paws--but instead of linking these together he used them to hold her hind legs spread as far apart as her paws could reach, anchoring them to the ground as well to make sure they couldn't move. She could still shield herself from him with her tail a moment longer, but finally he took it in his paws and pulled it away from her belly, using a brace to make her hold it out straight and anchoring that as well, then stepped back to admire his work.

She glared at him again and howled in anger at being forced to expose herself to him, but the restraints left her nearly immobile: her hind paws and tail were pinned, her forepaws were chained together, and any attempt to raise her head or paws or curl her body and get her back off the stone beneath her pulled hard on the bit in the back of her mouth, turning her howl into a pitiful moan of pain. She was helpless, exposed, and completely at his mercy.

"Oh, my pet dragoness is a pretty one," Hueroc purred, making her growl again at the humiliation of her position. "So big, so strong, and so well formed..." He ran a claw down her side, tracing the shape of her chest, her belly and haunch, then circled her vent before finally tickling the scaled lips, purring more loudly. She snarled as he so casually molested her, bucking in vain against her bonds and wishing there was something she could do fight him off, but he just laughed again and soon she began to smell his arousal--and quaked in fear as once again she was struck by the realization of what was about to happen.

He was going to mount her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

"And she looks even more beautiful tied up and helpless." His hips began to rock back and forth and a moment later his swelling cock slid from its slit, quickly building to full hardness as he teased her vent with his claws. She shivered at the light sensation and did her best to shut it out; she would not let herself enjoy being violated by him.

"What do you think, my pet?" he walked over to her head to give her a good view of his stiff arousal. "Are you ready for your master to take you?"

She bellowed as loudly as her bridle would let her, thrashing helplessly until the pain of the bit in her mouth forced her to stop, panting hard through her nostrils. He may have brought her to bay, but she would be sure he knew she wasn't willing!

"No?" he bared his teeth, beginning to pant with excitement. "Even better." He thrust a couple of times for her, then moved to straddle her, lowering himself onto her and rubbing the head of his cock against the scales of her belly, taunting her. "Don't worry, my pet, you will learn to love this before you leave... I'll make sure of that." Then finally he growled, gathered himself, and forced his way into her.

She stiffened and howled in anger and despair as she felt his shaft drive deep into her vent, filling her and rubbing wonderfully--horribly--against her insides. After holding still for a moment he began to thrust, slowly pulling out before pressing inward again, groaning with pleasure. Jada nearly moaned in time with him at the sensation but forced herself to ignore it; she was stronger than this. Even if she could not escape, could not keep him from mounting her, she could resist, she had the strength to keep the feelings from getting to her, and she would not let herself enjoy the sensations of her captor taking her like this.

Hueroc didn't seem to care if she was enjoying it or not; he only began to thrust faster as she squirmed in her restraints, trying to close her hind legs, bring her tail up, reach his neck with her claws... But all were beyond her reach and she could only lie there beneath him, helpless, as he continued to fuck her. After a little while she gave up and went limp in her chains, simply ignoring as best she could the hard cock pumping in and out of her as the red dragon claimed her, each horrible moment seeming to last an hour until finally he growled, shuddered, and reached his climax, loosing his seed deep inside her. She moaned unhappily at the feeling and twisted in her bonds, trying to get away from his snout as he lowered his head to nuzzle her, but there was nothing she could do to stop him and just glared, growling at him, as he rubbed his cheeks against hers. At least she could take some little solace in the fact that she was far enough from her next heat cycle that he wouldn't conceive with her--unless he never let her go, but she shoved that thought aside after a moment; it wouldn't matter until her wings healed anyway.

Then it was over and he collapsed on top of her, panting to regain his breath and purring softly. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun together, my pet," he said quietly, then nuzzled her once more before standing and pulling out of her--she sighed with relief as the awful feeling of his shaft filling her went away. "But it would be more fun if you would let yourself enjoy it..." he tickled her vent again and laughed as once again she started to squirm, struggling in vain to get away from the light stimulation.

"There's nothing wrong with enjoying sex," he purred, tickling more firmly and probing a little ways into her with a claw. "In fact, your master wants you to. So while I've got you nice and exposed here, I think this is a good opportunity to give you another chance to enjoy some stimulation. Let me give you something you won't be able to resist..."

Jada bucked again as he walked away to get some more equipment, but her restraints still proved impossible to escape. Something she couldn't resist? What was that supposed to mean? If only she could work her hind paws or tail free, then at least she'd be able to shield her vent from him for a little while, she wouldn't have to lie immobile and so completely exposed for him to look at as much as he wanted, he wouldn't be able to molest her so easily... She strained a little harder, tugging her hind paws against the shackles holding them, but she could barely move the width of a claw; whatever he had planned for her, she was powerless to stop it.

He returned a moment later with two cylinders clutched in his jaws; he set them down by the base of her tail, then sat back on his haunches and went to work. Tucking her forepaws as close to her neck as she could, she raised her head to see what he was doing and moaned when she saw what he'd brought to her: one of the cylinders was a short rod with one of those rubber dragon cocks on the end. He chuckled when he saw her looking and heard her muffled complaint, then held up the thing so she could get a closer look: it seemed almost identical to his own dragonhood, maybe a little larger, and she shivered at the thought of having to feel it inside her.

"What, you don't like the dildo?"

"Nn-nn," she growled back at him through her bridle, shaking her head the little she could without hurting herself. Not only did she have to suffer him violating her, she had to suffer his toys, as well?

"Well don't worry, my pet... just like mating with me, you'll learn to love it." He rocked his hips a couple of times, then rubbed the tip of the dildo against the edge of her vent, teasing her and making her squirm again as she tried in vain to get away from its touch. She snarled and glared at him--there was no way she would ever enjoy being abused like this!--but that was all she could do until he chose to stop a few moments later.

Then Hueroc reached for the second cylinder, a narrower plastic thing with a large, smooth ball on the end, and clipped it securely to the rod so the ball was about even with the base of the dildo. He looked over the setup for a moment, then grinned and lowered the toys to her belly, pressing the tip of the dildo against her vent again but not pushing it in--yet. She couldn't suppress a tremble as she felt it rub against her; what was that other thing, anyway? It didn't look like it was meant to go into her vent... What was it supposed to do to her?

"You didn't enjoy mating with me, but I want you to enjoy this," he said. "I want you to have an orgasm with these toys, and I won't take no for an answer. Understand?"

What? He wanted to force her to climax? Forcing her to mate was one thing, when he'd defeated her and bound her like this, but how could he make her orgasm? He couldn't stop her from shutting out any stimulation he gave her, and if she shut it out then she'd never even come close to orgasm... Unless these toys were somehow capable of giving her sensations so powerful she couldn't ignore them no matter how hard she tried, she realized, shuddering. But she wouldn't submit to him so completely that she'd let herself enjoy being abused like this, she thought with a snarl, not without a fight! Howling as loudly as she could manage, she glared and him and shook her head, thrashing in her bonds even though it was useless. There were some things he just couldn't make her do, whether he'd beaten her or not!

He snarled right back and slid the dildo into her, filling her sex until the ball pressed up against the edge of her vent. In that moment she realized what it was, and she wriggled in panic as she tried to get away, but there was nothing she could do to stop him when he reached for the cylinder with a claw and flicked a switch, activating the big ball vibrator that was pressed firmly against her clit. She howled and bucked as the intense sensations raced through her, forcing aside her attempts to resist in an instant and exposing her to the full strength of the vibrator focusing on the most sensitive point of her sex. But that wasn't all--the vibrations were transmitted from the ball to the dildo buried deep inside her vent, stimulating her powerfully there as well and making her moan and squirm with pleasure.

No! she thought after a moment, howling at the strength of the stimulation and doing everything she could to fight it down before it overcame her completely. No, she wouldn't give in, she wouldn't climax for him! She focused as hard as she could, eyes squeezing shut, claws clenched tight, but the buzz of the vibrator was so strong, so incredible, so persistent... Her hips rocked almost of their own accord, pressing herself even harder against the toys, and after shuddering for a moment she regained control of herself--she couldn't let this happen, she had to make it stop, she had to escape!

Jada thrashed as hard as she could, ignoring the pain of the bit digging into her gums, ignoring the bite of the unyielding metal that held her paws in place, throwing herself against her bonds with all the strength she could muster. She had to get out! But everything was too strong... She was helpless, immobile, and had no choice but to lie there while he continued to torment her. Bellowing, she bucked one last time, but it was useless and she collapsed with a moan, squirming fitfully as she tried in vain to pull away from the dildo and vibrator. No... If she couldn't escape then it wouldn't stop, not until her concentration broke and she couldn't stop herself from reaching climax... Already the incredible sensation was wearing down her defenses, and when her hips started to rock towards the toys Hueroc still pressed firmly into her she couldn't regain control of herself enough to stop, making her alternately moan and whimper with pleasure and despair. She couldn't stop it...

She kept trying as long as she could, but in the end it was just too much for her to handle. No matter how hard she tried the vibrator just kept going, the ball and the dildo inside her seeming to touch all the most sensitive points of her sex at once and making her moan and shiver in ecstasy, battering through her attempts to resist the feelings until finally she just couldn't keep it up any longer. Her focus broke, leaving the stimulation to attack her full-force, and she cried out and shuddered at the wonderful sensation that was now free to race through her uninhibited. Oh, it felt so good... The pleasure built higher and higher as she continued to hump against the toys, moaning again and again through her bridle until her body could take it no longer. Crying out in ecstasy as orgasm gripped her, her back arched, her whole body shook, and her mind went blank beneath the incredible waves of pleasure that washed over her. Having resisted at first only made it seem more powerful, even the pain of fighting her restraints overridden by the sensations as her sex clenched again and again on the dildo inside her, and after howling again from the experience she finally went still, panting hard through her nostrils as she tried to regain her breath.

"I told you you'd like it..." Hueroc said, patting her belly with a forepaw, "but we're not done yet."

She blinked in confusion, then realized that the vibrator hadn't stopped and that the pleasure it gave her was already building again with frightening speed. She moaned and shook her head, eyes going wide, but he didn't take the stimulation away... Squirming helplessly, she tried to regain control of herself enough to fight down the sensations, but it was too intense for her to resist and she could already feel her body tensing again, another orgasm on the way. Her second climax broke over her a moment later, even more intense than the first, and she screamed as loudly as the bridle would let her at the feeling as her body shook uncontrollably within her restraints, overwhelmed with pleasure.

But he still wouldn't stop! Jada whined and looked pleadingly towards her captor, begging him to stop tormenting her, but he just bared his teeth and pressed the vibrator a little more firmly against her clit. The intensity of the stimulation made her thrash, her body now just as desperate to escape as her mind--but still her bonds kept her firmly pinned. She cried out as she felt her third peak building, trying first to reach her belly with her head, then her forepaws, but the reins linking the two kept both from even getting close; she could not stop him no matter how hard she tried. Her hindquarters and tail shuddered powerfully, then her whole body went limp as she reached orgasm again, moaning in near-pain at the strength of the feelings racing through her. Why wouldn't he stop...

Her fourth climax followed right on the heels of the third, all her attempts to control herself and resist the stimulation abandoned at the intensity of the vibrations torturing her. Each successive orgasm seemed longer and more powerful than the last, each time she came she had even less control of herself, and when her fourth bucking, screaming orgasm faded she could only lie there, trembling and whimpering in exhaustion, and wish for him to stop. But he wasn't ready to let her go yet; she barely had time to notice he still wouldn't let her rest before the incredible sensations overcame her yet again. Her strength gone, she could only lie there and shake, crying out in painful ecstasy, as he ripped another orgasm from her spent frame.

Finally Hueroc turned off the vibrator and pulled the dildo out of her, rubbing her heaving chest with a paw as she gasped for breath. "Good girl," he purred. "Good pet, having so many orgasms for your master. I'll let you rest now... there's just one more thing I have to do."

She didn't even have the strength left to glare at him as he went to get even more equipment down from the walls; her ordeal had left her drained and exhausted, both physically and mentally, and she could only hope this 'one more thing' her captor wanted to do wasn't to torment her further. He returned with more bondage gear after a little while, and set it down next to her before taking the key to her bonds from a little pouch he'd hung from the base of his neck and beginning to release her. The brace for her tail came first, but after what he'd done to her she didn't bother shielding herself with it; letting him see her vent didn't matter when he'd already released his seed deep inside it. Next he unlocked the shackles on her hind paws from the anchors that had forced her to spread them, but instead of taking the shackles off he linked them together, as close as the shackles on her forepaws, then rolled her onto her side. Some small part of her wondered why she wasn't trying to fight him, but the rest of her was too worn out to try--and if she did he'd just punish her anyway.

Once she was on her side he took two more short chain-links and used them connect her fore paws to hind, leaving her tightly hog-tied, then untied her reins from her paws so he could pull them out of the anchor they'd been threaded through--but instead of taking them off entirely, he tied them to her forepaws again, so tight this time that she was forced to keep her chin against her paws.

"Just one more piece, then I'm done," he said, and she looked to see what last bit of gear he held--and moaned unhappily when she saw another dildo, this one with a flat panel at its base instead of a rod, in his forepaws. "Hush, my pet," he growled softly, then took the toy and pushed it as far as it would go into her vent, making her shiver at the feeling. There were straps leading from the edges of the panel at its base, and he buckled and locked them around her hindquarters, securing the dildo inside her. She whimpered at him and shook her head a little, but he just purred and stroked her cheek with a paw before locking the last strap shut and making sure everything was secure.

"There you go, nice and comfy so you can rest. I'm going to take a short nap, then go hunting for the two of us; I'll be back in a few hours. Sleep well, my pet," he nuzzled her on the forehead despite her moan of protest, then blew out the torches and left her alone, the only light that remained a faint stream coming from the little sunlight that made it down the passage outside.

She whined at him out of the back of her throat as he left, as loudly as she could manage, but he ignored her, and she went quiet with a sob. Nothing she could do now but lie there and wait for him to return... Wait with a dildo plugging her sex, she thought with a moan as she shifted a little and felt it move inside her. She twisted and tried to reach it with her forepaws, to see if she could pull it out, or cut the straps, or something, but she could barely reach the end of the panel in her restraints and its tough plastic kept her from even being able to touch the toy stuck inside her. She tried for the straps next, but her attempts to reach them only had her pushing her paws against the panel, which moved the dildo enough to make her tremble with pleasure.

Jada gave up after a little while; the straps were probably too tough for her to be able to cut through anyway. As soon as she laid still she felt exhaustion closing in on her, and as long as she didn't move her hindquarters or tail at all she almost didn't notice the dildo inside her--almost, she thought, shuddering a little at the constant, horribly arousing feeling of the toy stuffing her vent. She didn't think she'd be able to sleep, not in the middle of the day, not bound and helpless, not in the unfamiliar cave of a dragon who might decide to force himself on her again at any time, not with a dildo in her sex that she couldn't remove... But the torment her captor had forced her through had left her tired enough that after just a few minutes she slipped out of consciousness.

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Jada's sleep was light and fitful, and when she did sleep she dreamed of dragon after dragon mounting her, thrusting into her over and over again and making her writhe and howl with pleasure. Finally she woke up again, panting through her nostrils and shivering, and tried for a moment to stretch before her shackles reminded her of their presence, holding her still. She whined through her bridle as she tried to pull against the chains but couldn't get them to budge, her four paws bound tight together, then shuddered and went still when her movements reminded her of her least favorite piece of the gear she was forced to wear: the dildo stuck inside her vent, harnessed to her rump to make sure it stayed there--whether or not she wanted it to.

No wonder I kept dreaming of dragons mating with me, she thought with a moan; even when she lay perfectly still it was all she could do to ignore the feeling of the toy filling her, and if she moved her hindquarters the slightest bit the shifting of muscles around it made it rub against her insides and drew a brief shudder of pleasure from her. Growling, she forced herself to ignore the light sensations; she would not let herself enjoy being bound and violated this way. But it would be so much easier if she could find a way to make it stop...

She twisted her paws in their shackles and pulled against them, uselessly--the steel was much too strong for her--before turning her attention to her bridle; she could barely reach the harness with her hog-tied paws, but maybe she'd have better luck if she could find a way to free her jaws. She curled her neck the little she could to get her snout between her forepaws, then dug her claws into the straps and pulled, trying to cut through them, but her claws only made it a little ways through the leather straps before they encountered something much tougher. Rubbing her claws back and forth to try to saw through it, she felt to try to figure out what was stopping her now, then groaned when she realized the straps were reinforced with steel cords. There was no way she'd be able to cut through them.

The straps of that damned harness are probably just as strong, she thought with a moan, and didn't bother trying to break them; she didn't want to struggle to get the dildo out of her, only to fail, when her every movement made it stimulate her. So she went limp against the ground again, waiting for her captor to return as the light coming from the passage began to dim. But the feeling of the toy pressed deep into her sex nagged at her more and more as she lay there, doing everything she could to hold herself still so she wouldn't have to feel it any more strongly than she already was. Her concentration only made her more aware of it, though, and she couldn't suppress the occasional shiver at the constant hint of sensation of it spreading and filling her. She pressed her tail tight against her hindquarters, wishing that would deny the toy access to her as it would a dragon who wanted to mount her, but even if her body insisted it would work it did nothing to make the feeling go away, and she moaned in a mix of pleasure and refusal when she tucked her tail a little too firmly against her rump and it pressed against the panel on the end of the dildo, pushing it a little farther into her. She quickly relaxed her tail so the toy could return to its original position, but shuddered at the sensation of it sliding within her, feeling almost like a thrust, and it took far more effort than it should have to stop herself from pressing her tail against the panel again.

She whined in shame at having to fight so much to control herself. She didn't want this, hated this, and wished so badly for a chance to escape... but she was trapped and helpless, forced to endure the dildo inside her, and she could tell the constant stimulation was starting to eat away at her will. She couldn't ignore it entirely, and the light sensation only made her body want to feel more... No, she had to control herself; to give in and pleasure herself with the awful toy was what her captor wanted, and she would not give him the satisfaction of breaking her down, or humiliate herself by enjoying the pleasure she did not want but was powerless to stop. The red dragon might have defeated her, but she was still strong, still proud, and she would not give in. She was stronger than that.

Now if only he would come back and take the horrible thing out of her...

But it was another hour before Hueroc returned, and when he walked back into her chamber she whined loudly, looking pleadingly up at him. She couldn't get the dildo out of herself, but he could!

"Hello again, my pet," he purred and nuzzled her cheek. "Is something the matter?"

Whining again, she reluctantly uncurled her tail to let him see the panel covering her vent. "Tmmf nt mmpht!" she managed past the bit in her mouth, looking at the harness to try to help explain what her gag wouldn't let her.

He chuckled. "You still don't like the dildo? That's too bad, I'm afraid... Like speech, being allowed to spend any time without either me or one of my toys inside you is a privilege you will rarely be granted." Purring more loudly, he reached over with a paw and tugged on the straps of the harness, making her shudder and moan as he wiggled the phallus back and forth inside her. "And like I said, you'll learn to love it..."

Jada whimpered and shook her head a little, claws flexing uselessly. "Nn-nnn!" she cried, eyes wide, but he just bared his teeth and wiggled the dildo again before letting go of the harness, and she squirmed at the feeling. She would have to suffer like this whenever he wasn't mounting her? Just a few hours had been bad enough! she thought, squirming again, but once again all her struggling did was make the toy move inside her, making her moan at a little burst of pleasure she couldn't suppress. How was she supposed to keep resisting in the face of such constant torment? She was strong, but already it seemed like it would be more than she could handle...

"Anyway, I brought back prey for both of us, and we should eat before it cools off." He bent to untie her reins from her shackles, but he had just touched his paws to the knot when he snarled and shifted his attention to the claw-marked straps of her bridle instead. "This gear was flawless when I left," he said, a low growl of anger building behind his words, "and now it's been damaged. I do not like when my pets damage my gear, or try to escape."

She growled and glared back at him, teeth bared. Whether or not her torn wings had trapped her in his cave, whether or not he'd defeated her, he couldn't expect her to just let him keep her bound and helpless!

"Fine," he snorted. "If you don't want to be a good pet, then I'll just have to make sure you can't disobey me even if you want to." He stomped over to one of the walls to get some more gear, then returned a moment later and set down what he'd retrieved. "Do not struggle, or I will punish you more."

After a moment she obeyed; pain didn't scare her, but she did fear that his punishment might involve stimulating her or mounting her again and went limp to let him do what he wanted. Taking the key from the pouch at the base of his neck, the red dragon released one forepaw from its manacle, then pulled a padded leather mitten over it and buckled a strap on the end of it around her wrist, securing it. She tried to dig her claws into the padding that surrounded them but could barely wiggle them, much less do anything to the leather that sealed them away, and sighed as he buckled and locked mitts over her other three paws as well; now she was even more helpless.

He did not put her shackles back on once he'd put on all four mitts, but it didn't matter: the mitts had blunted and sealed over her claws, even balling them up so she couldn't grab onto anything, making her paws nearly useless. She examined one for a moment, seeing if there might be a way to get it off aside from the locked strap--not that she could find--then froze as Hueroc snarled and looked up just in time to see him whip his tail down against her flanks. She shuddered and groaned at the pain, jaws clamping on the bit in her mouth, then tensed herself as he struck again--but this time his tail glanced off the panel holding the dildo inside her as well as her flanks, and she moaned as the combination of his tail and her movements shifted the toy in her vent. The pain she could handle, but when he mixed it with that awful, unwelcome pleasure... She cried out as he struck her a third time and tucked her tail tight to her rear to shield herself, but he just roared and kicked her belly with a hind paw instead, then said, nearly spitting in fury, "I will discipline you however I see fit, and if you try to stop me then I will only punish you more. Understand?"

Her eyes burned with anger as she glared back at him, but she had no hope of stopping him while bound as she was and forced herself to lie still; better to have to take as little as possible when she couldn't defend herself. He snorted and pulled her tail away from her rump, then struck her flanks and the panel once, twice, three times, the pleasure of the toy shifting inside her breaking through her attempts to shut out the pain, and she couldn't help but howl when he struck her. She wished she could stop him, or flee, or even just curl up in a corner and be left alone, but his own anger made her certain that if she tried it would only make things worse; her only choice was to endure.

Hueroc struck her fifteen times in all, but instead of letting her get her paws beneath her when he was done he reached towards the harness strapped around her hindquarters with his forepaws, crouching at the base of her tail, grasping either side of the panel and pushing it all the way into her, then pulling it out the little the harness would let him before pushing it in again. She moaned and shivered at the feeling of the toy sliding back and forth, doing everything she could to fight down the sensations that raced through her, claws clenched tight within their mitts. Her hips rolled once, twice against his paws before she managed to regain control of herself, shuddering as she caught the scent of both his arousal and her own. He kept up the stimulation for a little while longer before letting go and standing up again, and she moaned when her eyes were drawn to his belly and his dragonhood: it wasn't fully hard but it had grown enough to emerge from his slit, hanging beneath his belly and making her whimper in fear at the sight. He wasn't about to mount her again, was he?

"I suggest you remember this punishment the next time you think of disobeying me," he growled, then wrapped her reins around one of his forepaws. "Come with me; the prey I killed has been waiting too long."

Jada groaned and slowly got to her feet, head hanging. To think she'd only been his captive for a few hours... The thought of suffering two weeks--or more!--of such treatment made her tremble; she couldn't even imagine how awful it would be. A tug at her reins distracted her from her worry and she followed meekly behind her captor, but moaned again as she took her first step and once again the dildo teased her with her every movement. She tucked her tail in as tight as she could without pushing the toy farther into her, wishing it could do something to protect her from being so deeply penetrated, and did her best not to shudder or moan any more than she already had while she fought to contain the sensation. Her captor seemed to sense her distress and only quickened his pace, forcing her to stumble after him, walking awkwardly in the mitts as she tried to find some way to move her hindquarters as little as possible. She growled with effort, but still the pleasure nearly managed to break through her concentration and it was all she could do not to use her tail to make the toy stimulate her more. By the time the two of them reached the pair of mountain goats he'd killed and brought back to the cave her every step made her shiver, unable to contain muffled little moans at the unwanted sensation.

She sighed with relief when finally she could sit down on her belly in front of the prey he'd brought for her--she had to fight the urge to rock her hips and grind the panel against the ground for a moment before she stilled herself and the stimulation faded just enough for her to force it to the back of her mind. Hueroc watched her for a moment, then carefully removed her bridle, freeing her snout and pulling the bit out from behind her teeth.

She whined at him as soon as her gag was removed, lowering her head and looking back at the harness strapped to her hindquarters. "Take that toy off me," she said. "I can't..." She paused for a moment; if she admitted that she could barely handle--for now--the feeling of the dildo inside her then it would probably make him even less willing to take it off for her. "I-- I don't like it," she managed, even though she knew it would mean nothing to him.

"If you are going to address me, then you will call me 'Master,'" he growled.

"Take the dildo out of me, Master," she repeated instantly; the humiliation of acknowledging his control over her didn't even occur to her, not when appeasing him was the only way to even get him to consider removing the terrible thing. "Please... I don't like it."

He pawed at the ground. "No, my pet. I like to see you wear it, and be teased by it, so you will continue to wear it as long as I see fit. I will take it off for you whenever you need to clear waste--and if you soil it, you will be punished. I'll make sure to ask you a few times a day, and when you need to go to the waste-chute but are gagged, twist your tail into this shape to let me know," he demonstrated, and she copied the shape before letting her tail fall again. "But don't try to ask when I'm about to or in the middle of playing with you, because I will just tell you to hold it until we're done. Understand?"

She whimpered softly and looked pleadingly from him, to the harness that still made her quiver occasionally from the sensation of the dildo filling her despite sitting as motionless as possible, and back again, but he ignored her unspoken request and eventually she tilted her head to acknowledge his question. He bared his teeth at her, then lowered his head and dug into his prey, drawing her attention to the goat carcass in front of her. The scent of the still-warm goat was tempting, and she paused only to yawn and stretch her jaws before lowering her fangs to it.

But Hueroc shoved her snout away with his own before she could take a bite, growling. "What do you say, my pet?"

Confusion froze her for a moment, then she realized what he was most likely waiting for. "Thank you for the prey."

He growled again, teeth bared and looking even more fearsome with blood and gore from his meal staining his snout.

Jada lowered her head still further. "Thank you for the prey... Master." She hated having to call him that, knowing that doing so was admitting that he had complete control over her, but when he wouldn't let her eat until she said it she didn't have much choice.

"Good girl," he bobbed his head. "Enjoy."

Sighing, she lowered her head and took a bite. It was hard to break down the goat into smaller chunks without being able to use her claws to hold and cut up her prey, but she managed, and she was glad to lose herself in the process of working as much meat free from the carcass as she could; filling her belly required enough attention that for at least a little while she was able to fully ignore the toy still strapped inside her. But it seemed that she finished far too soon, when she licked her snout clean and looked up to see Hueroc holding her bridle in a paw, inspecting the claw-marks she'd left in the straps.

"Are you done?" he asked, a hint of a growl in his voice--it seemed he still wasn't happy about her attempt to break the piece of gear.

She tilted her head silently; if she didn't speak then she didn't have to call him her Master.

He held up the bit to gag her again. "Then open up."

Whimpering quietly, she extended her head towards him and parted her jaws to accept the metal bit, which he pressed firmly into the back of her mouth. Once she'd clamped down on it, he strapped the bridle tightly shut again, but didn't tug on her reins except to make sure they weren't near the remains of their prey. "I'm going to take all this outside to one of the valleys. You sit there, my pet, and I'll be back soon."

She watched as he gathered up the detritus they had left behind while feeding, then scooped it all up in his forepaws and held it against his chest as he leapt up to the ledge at the cave mouth and flew away to leave the bones and offal elsewhere. Wings twitching against the belts keeping them folded, she let out a thin, unhappy whine as he flew away. Freedom was right there, the late-afternoon sky she could see so clearly through the cave entrance, but so far beyond her reach with her wings not only shredded but bound tightly against her back... She could leap up onto the ledge if she wanted to, but would have nowhere to go from there--and if another dragon flew past then they'd easily be able to see her, her restraints, and the harness on her hindquarters, if she went up there. And besides, Hueroc had told her to stay put, and being able to look out at freedom that was right in front of her but not actually fly away would only make her captivity hurt more, she thought with a sigh.

With nothing to do but wait for her Master--her captor, she reminded herself with a growl--to return, she sprawled out on her side and put her head down. But moving even that little bit was enough to remind her of the dildo she'd just managed to put out of her mind, making her cry out softly in shock as she felt the tip of the thing rub deep inside her, squirming and curling her hind claws the little her mitts would let her. The brief absence of stimulation made it only seem stronger now that it had returned, and she almost gave in to her body's desire to rock her hips as if thrusting against a dragon who'd mounted her, to grind that panel into the ground and give herself some real stimulation to enjoy... She barely managed to regain control of herself in time, but even still she couldn't keep from shivering at the rediscovered feeling of the toy spreading the lips of her sex and fitting snugly inside her. If only she could find a way to get it out of her, if only she could enjoy it without hating herself for giving in...

No. She would not give in to him. She was strong, and she could resist as long as she had to.

Now that she wasn't hogtied, she had to see if there was anything she could do to the harness to get the dildo out of her. She curled up as tight as she could--moving her hindquarters as little as possible--and peered at the network of straps around her belly, her hips and the base of her tail that kept the panel against her scales: there didn't seem to be any way to slide it off, and of course all the buckles were secured with padlocks. She couldn't suppress a whine of despair and pressed a mitted forepaw against the straps and buckles in desperation, but it was pointless; the smooth leather mitt was too thick and padded for her to be able to even grasp any of the locks or buckles, much less manipulate them, and with all her claws sealed over she had no chance of sawing through the straps either. Moaning, she tried again, but all her paws were useless inside the mitts and there was nothing she could do. No matter how much she hated the thing, no matter how badly she wanted it off, it wouldn't be removed until Hueroc chose to.

She let her limbs go slack and sprawled out again in defeat, whimpering so quietly even she could barely hear it. What was she supposed to do now? She was strong, but even she couldn't last forever against torment that never went away. And if he defeated her in both body and mind... She shivered at the thought, and moaned again when it was enough for the toy in her vent to tease her still more.

Hueroc returned a few minutes later and flexed his wings before folding them, but even that brief sight of a dragon who could fly, unlike her, was enough to make her whine at the thought. How had she been so reckless in that fight, not making sure to protect her wings... He wrapped her reins around his paw again and tugged them, urging her to her feet. "Come on, my pet, I want to show you around my cave. And I'm sure you're thirsty, so we may as well head back to the spring anyway."

Groaning and bracing her mind to fight down the sensation of the toy shifting inside her when she stood, she got up and curled her tail into the shape he'd showed her; she could use a trip to the waste-chute he'd mentioned, too.

"Yes, yes, of course, I'll show you the waste-chute too. Don't worry, the tour won't take long... You've already seen this entrance room, after all, with the cave mouth and the landing ledge up there," he gestured with his snout. "If I have any guests, they'll usually stay in this chamber--even if they're here for more than a few hours. Let me show you the rest."

Jada didn't want to have to walk again, not after it had been so hard to control herself the first time, but the pain of the bit pulling against her jaws was enough to convince her and she went reluctantly behind him, whining and shuddering every few steps as, just as she'd expected, the dildo began to move back and forth within her sex, teasing her constantly. He ignored her muffled complaints, though, and guided her down the passage leading deeper into the mountain.

"This passage leads to the three other rooms of my cave. You've already seen the one on the left; I keep all my bondage gear there, and that's the room I use if any dragoness I'm entertaining wants to mate with me. It's also where you'll be staying until your wings heal, unless you can stop fighting me and just enjoy your time as my pet," he purred, then swung his head over and nuzzled her chin. "You should think about it... All of this would be so much easier on you if you were willing, and the sex would seem a lot better if you'd let yourself enjoy it, too. You know I'm right, my pet..."

She snorted, stomping a leather-wrapped paw against the ground and glaring at him. She would not!

"Still so defiant? Give it time," he nuzzled her again, then reached back with his tail and pulled on the harness to tease her a little more with the dildo. Moaning and squirming, she dropped her gaze as she fought to keep herself from rolling her hips enough to keep the stimulation going, all thoughts of why she wouldn't give in pushed aside while she struggled to concentrate enough to block out the sensations.

After purring for a moment, he tugged her reins gently forward to raise her head, then began to lead her farther down the passage. First they passed the opening that led to the room where he'd bound her, then they came to another opening on the right. She peered inside to see a plain, round chamber, unadorned except for a couple of unlit torches on the walls and a large, thick cushion in its center. "This is my room, where I sleep... And where you can too, my pet, if you're ever willing. The cushion I sleep on is so comfortable, even for two dragons, and I wouldn't mind the company of a dragoness like you to share it with me," he nuzzled her again, drawing a growl of protest, but she didn't dare pull her head away--he'd probably just yank her reins until she let him. "Of course, I'll be keeping you tied up whether you're willing or not, but if you decide to be my pet willingly you'll find you don't mind the restraints--in fact, you might discover that you like wearing them."

She bared her teeth at the thought. How was she supposed to enjoy being so powerless, especially when he was taking advantage of her helplessness by abusing her so much?

"On to the last room."

The feeling of the toy rubbing against her insides as he led her along wiped the thought from her mind as all her concentration was needed to keep from raising her tail and rocking her hips back and forth; the damned toy seemed to stimulate her a little more strongly every time she was distracted enough to stop paying attention to it. By the time they reached the very back of the cave she was panting hard through her nostrils and her hindquarters were trembling slightly as now even standing still wasn't enough to keep the feelings manageable, the constant tickling of the dildo that filled her vent too much for her to fully ignore any longer. She whined plaintively at him, hoping that maybe he'd change his mind and take the dildo out, but he just bared his teeth and thrust a little, his penis again swollen enough to emerge from its slit. The sight and scent of his arousal made her shiver a little in fear, but to her relief he didn't move towards her, instead leading her to a dark pool of water ahead of them.

Little light made it to the very back of the cave, but a dragon's night vision was strong enough for both of them to be able to see fairly well. On the right side of the chamber, where they stood, a small pond flowed seemingly from nowhere and ran through a hole in the back wall, probably rushing off to feed a mountain stream somewhere.

"Hold still, my pet, and I'll loosen your bridle so you can drink." She obeyed, and he unlocked the two straps that wrapped around her snout, loosened them, then buckled them again but did not lock them; she could part her jaws a little ways now, enough to slip her tongue through.

Once he was done she lowered her head and lapped up a few mouthfuls from the pool: the water was cool, fresh and pure, and even with the metallic taste of the bit on her tongue she drank eagerly, her mouth dry after the exertions of her flight to find his cave, their fight, and what he'd put her through since then. He lapped up some water himself while he waited for her to sate her thirst, and when she raised her head again he tightened and locked the straps of her bridle.

"There. Now, you said you had some waste to get rid of?"

"Mmhmm," she bobbed her head emphatically, not just because it meant she'd get a reprieve from the dildo, however short, but because she really did have to go.

"All right." He led her across the chamber, where there was another dark space, but this one was just a small empty hole--she stopped and sniffed the air around it, but it didn't have a very strong smell; evidently the chute eventually led outside. "Now let me get that off for you..."

She raised her tail and held still once again while he unlocked, then unbuckled the straps of the harness, and sighed audibly with relief when he pulled the toy out of her.

"You haven't been enjoying the dildo too much, have you?" he chuckled and sat back on his haunches, smelling the phallus made slick by her unwanted arousal and groaning softly with lust, the scent of his own excitement--and his erection itself, she couldn't help but notice--rapidly building.

What a pervert, she thought with a growl.

"Mmmh, from the scent you put on this, my pet, I'll bet you can't wait to get it back inside you... If you'll go ahead there, I'll be happy to do that for you."

Jada snarled at him through her bridle, but after a moment turned and straddled the chute. He still had a grip on her reins, but his attention was more focused on the toy in his forepaws, and she shivered at the sight of the big thick faux-cock as it only reminded her of how it felt pressed deep into her sex. Once she looked away from him she managed to settle down and use the chute, then when she was done she stepped forward, glad to be able to move without having to feel that awful sensation from between her flanks.

"Right, now you can have your toy back," he bared his teeth at her. "Turn around and raise your tail."

She froze, tail tucked firmly between her hind legs at the thought of having to suffer those unwanted feelings again, then growled at him and crouched, wishing she had the freedom to attack him. No, she wouldn't let him put that back into her!

"Your Master gave you an order," he said firmly, tugging on her reins. "I expect you to obey."

"Nnn-nn!" she cried, eyes wide and pleading for him to leave her alone. She wouldn't have that thing stuck inside her again, she wouldn't be forced to feel it stimulate her every time she moved for however long he made her wear it, she wouldn't...

He cocked his head to one side. "I already told you that you would have either a toy or my dragonhood penetrating you almost all the time... Are you trying to tell me that you'd rather be mounted instead?"

"Nn!" she moaned, quivering at the thought. She just wanted him to leave her alone... Why wouldn't he listen?

"You must accept one of the two," he growled. "But even though you're really heating me up right now I want to see you wear the toy now, my pet. Come on, turn around and raise your tail for me, or I'm going to have to punish you again."

Jada snarled; she would gladly suffer a beating if it meant she didn't have to let him harness the dildo inside her again.

He roared back at her, tail lashing. "Pet, you will either turn around and raise your tail so I can put the toy back into you, or I will hold you down, force the dildo back under your tail, then beat you and tease you with the toy for however long I choose. If you don't show me your vent by the time I count to ten, I'm going to put this dildo inside you the hard way." He dropped back down onto all fours and clutched the harness in his tail so he could subdue her with all four paws if necessary. "One."

She whined, claws flexing in their mitts as she wished again for the freedom to defend herself, but with the bridle and mitts locking all her weapons away she'd be helpless to stop him if she refused to obey.

"Two."

Why did she have to be so powerless? How was she supposed to stop him from forcing the dildo into her vent again?

"Three."

I can't, she thought with a whimper, head drooping.

"Four."

Was it really worth it to resist in the face of such punishment?

"Five..."

Even if she had to take the dildo in her sex despite fighting him, and was beaten and teased, she would at least have her pride, knowing that she'd made him force the toy into her instead of just submitting to him.

"Six."

However, just thinking of the punishment made her shiver in fear, and she didn't want to suffer it if she had to take the dildo in her vent either way... But to submit just from the fear of punishment was weakness, and she was not weak!

"Seven."

She wasn't weak... but she was weaker than her captor, and that was what mattered, she thought, moaning softly.

"Eight."

Jada sobbed and turned around, raising her tail to present her sex to her Master.

"That's a good girl," he said. She had to wait for a moment, shivering a little in anticipation as she stood with her rump exposed to him, then she shuddered and whined unhappily as she felt the tip of the dildo press against her belly for a moment before finding her vent and sliding smoothly into her. Hueroc pressed it as deep into her as it had been before, then strapped the harness tight and locked all the buckles, securing the toy inside her once again. She moaned past the bit in her mouth when he took his paws away from her hindquarters, lowering her tail to hide the panel covering her vent but unable to do anything about the shaft lodged within her.

"There, my pet, see? It's not so bad," he purred.

Yes it is, she thought glumly, whimpering, her eyes downcast. She had submitted... He had threatened her, and she had submitted to him without a fight. How had she let this happen? How had he made her so weak?

He took her reins again and pulled gently on them until she turned around, the feeling of the dildo rubbing against her insides again making her shiver and moan with unwanted lust. She managed to control herself enough to stop herself from rocking her hips for more of the stimulation, but wondered dimly if she should even bother trying anymore. She had submitted and let him violate her with the toy; how could letting herself enjoy the sensations it gave her be any worse?

No, she still had at least some of her pride, she thought; she had at the very least made him threaten her before submitting, and that had to be worth something... There was a difference between resisting when it would only delay the inevitable and resisting when he had no way of making her do what he wanted. She had submitted, yes, but to let herself enjoy what he did to her was a different matter entirely, and as long as she could stay strong enough to resist that, she would still have her pride.

She just had to find a way to stay strong. Spending a couple of minutes without the dildo inside her hadn't helped her fight back the sensations it gave her one bit, and the mere feeling of it penetrating her sex was enough now to make her shudder. How much longer would he force her to suffer like this? No matter how proud she was, she didn't think she could handle too much more of such constant stimulation...

"That's all I have to show you, my pet," Hueroc said. "Come with me."

Whining, she pulled back against her reins for a moment, not wanting to move when it would make the toy stimulate her more, but relented when he bared his teeth and tugged her forward, following him meekly with the added humiliation of the pain of the bit between her jaws. She couldn't suppress a loud moan when she took her first couple of steps, the sensation of the dildo shifting inside her growing harder and harder to suppress with each passing moment; the red dragon purred in response, tail raised and flicking back and forth, cock fully hard, and his powerful scent washing over her, making it even harder for her to concentrate. She moaned again, hips rocking and eyes half-closing in pleasure, when his flicking tail found one of the straps of her harness and tugged on it to further stimulate her while he led her along. Trembling with effort as she fought with herself to keep the wonderful feelings from getting to her, she let out a high, thin whine of distress that quickly gave way to another throaty moan of pleasure when he pulled the toy's harness in some way that made it move farther inside her than it had before. It felt so like a thrust that she nearly collapsed right there in the passage with her rump and tail held high, barely clinging to control of her own body as he teased her.

Thankfully he guided her into the room he'd bound her in, so he couldn't force her to walk much farther, and when he finally stopped tugging her reins--and the harness--she sank onto her belly, panting hard from unwanted arousal. The dildo inside her felt so good... She rolled her hips once to keep the stimulation going before catching herself and forcing her body to stay still, whimpering as the sensations raced through her and her body begged for them to continue.

"I can't even describe how much watching you struggle like this is heating me up, my pet," he purred, nuzzling her forehead, then thrust a couple of times for emphasis. "I'd love to play with you some more right now, but I need to take a flight around the borders of my territory before the sun sets... I'll be back as soon as I can, and I promise we'll have some fun together when I return!" He nuzzled her again, tied her reins to an anchor-ring near her head to make sure she couldn't go anywhere, then pulled on the harness once more for good measure, coaxing yet another moan from her as the dildo wiggled within her vent and sent another burst of pleasure through her. She whined at him, pleading wordlessly for him to stop tormenting her like this, but he just let her hear him purring again before he turned and left her alone.

Jada whimpered quietly as she continued to struggle against her instinctual lust--at least she didn't have to move anymore. But still the presence of the dildo stuffing her alone was enough to make her want to squirm and raise her tail for the dragon whose cock she must be feeling inside her, to grind against it and encourage him to thrust... She snorted and tossed her head, clamping her jaws against the bridle and trying to focus. What was wrong with her? She was stronger than this!

Being away from her Master--her captor, her captor! she had to remind herself again, growling to herself--helped her regain her composure, and she gradually brought herself back under control. The light sensation of the toy spreading her sex was still there, still distracting her with the occasional moment of unwelcome pleasure, but she managed to stop panting and shut out the urge to stimulate herself after a little while. Not that it would mean anything for very long; he had said he would "have some fun" with her as soon as he got back, which meant that soon she would be taking his hard cock inside her instead of the fake one violating her now. And unlike the dildo, he would be thrusting, humping her hard and fast and stimulating her much more powerfully than the toy could... In her current state she might not be able to shut it out like she had the first time, she realized with a groan. But she still had to try, she wouldn't let herself enjoy being taken by him...

Thinking she would need all her strength for what was to come, she didn't bother trying to test the anchor and the knot in her reins binding her to that spot--like it would have done any good anyway, with her wings not only shredded but bound tightly to her back, trapping her in the cave. Trying to pull the reins off would mean moving, which would mean not only the pain of the bit digging into her gums but the pleasure of the dildo shifting inside of her, and even if she was successful Hueroc would just punish her for breaking some of his precious gear. She was unable to suppress a shiver at the thought of the last time he'd punished her, that combination of pain and pleasure that made it impossible for her to concentrate hard enough to block out either one; she had no desire to feel that again anytime soon.

So she could do nothing but wait for him to return, lying as still as possible in her bonds and trying not to think about the dildo stuck in her vent, pressed right up against that oh-so-sensitive flesh... She flexed her claws restlessly in their mitts, wishing yet again that there was something she could do to escape, or stop him, or just get that accursed toy out of her so she didn't have to try so hard to control herself, but she just didn't have any options. Moaning quietly to herself, she turned her head towards the fading light of the sun coming down the passage and waited for Hueroc to return.

The cave had grown nearly dark by the time the red dragon returned, tail lashing as he walked into her chamber and lit the torches, but at least his arousal had faded during his flight so she didn't have to see it or smell it--for the moment. "Well, my pet?" he purred, lowering his head to nip playfully at her flank. "Ready to play with me some more?"

"Nnn!" she growled at him even though she knew she could do nothing to stop him, even though she'd agreed--however reluctantly--to be his pet, but he just laughed at her refusal.

"You aren't? Well then, let me help you get in the mood to play..." He grasped one edge of the panel at the base of the dildo and pulled until he reached the limit of the harness that kept it inside her, drawing it out of her a little ways, then pushed it back against her rump as far as it would go, making the toy slide deeper into her. She arched her back and moaned at the feeling, needing all the self-control she had to keep from raising her tail to give him better access to her vent. He just made the thrusting motion a second time, a third, a fourth, until she could only lie on the ground and shudder while she battled against her growing lust, body screaming at her to raise her tail and grind against the shaft filling her and mind doing all it could to resist the urge.

"I think I have an idea..." Hueroc let go of the harness, to her relief, and went over to one of the walls for a piece of gear: a thick, sturdy bar with a shackle on either end. "Roll onto your side," he ordered, and though she ignored him at first, when he reached for the harness again she obeyed, trembling at the feelings the slight motion sent through her as the toy rubbed briefly against her insides. Once she was on her side he closed the cuffs around her ankles, the rigid bar forcing her to hold them a little wider than her hips and exposing her belly to him.

He lay down opposite her, hindquarters in front of her snout and shoulders over at her belly, then rolled onto his side to let her see the swelling around his slit. "You look like you're enjoying that dildo so much that it would be a shame to take it out of you, my pet. But I still want to play with you, so you pleasure me with your muzzle, paws and tail while I please you by moving the harness around for you. Sound like fun?"

Jada glared at him, growling softly past her gag. Him forcing himself on her and mounting her when she couldn't stop him was one thing, but to willingly go after his dragonhood with paws and tail and take him to climax was something else entirely. If he wanted to use her then he could just mount her...

Snarling, he twisted around and struck her neck with his tail. "Either you will obey me and pleasure me until I cum, or I will put a ring between your teeth, force you to suck me off, and make you orgasm with a vibrator at least as many times as I did earlier. Your choice."

She gasped at the threat--she could think of nothing worse than tasting his hard cock in her mouth, and if she was forced to do that, then have several more unwilling orgasms as well... The thought made her quiver, and she lowered her head after a moment, moaning quietly. There was nothing she could do to stop him, and she would be far more ashamed by what he'd threatened to do than by his first suggestion, so she tilted her head to acknowledge him.

"Good girl," he bobbed his head, then shifted his hindquarters a little closer to her snout to make sure she could reach his belly despite her reins still bound to the anchor-ring in the floor. Reaching for her rump, he wiggled the dildo inside her a little and looked at her expectantly.

The sensation made her exhale sharply, and after a moment she raised a mittened paw towards the scales of his belly, conscious of his eyes on her. His slit was already somewhat swollen, and she hesitated one more time before probing at it with her leather-wrapped forepaw, pressing against him on either side of it, then sliding the smooth leather over it from front to back. Her face flushed hot when her Master shivered and thrust a little into her touch, but she forced herself to swallow her pride and continue--the quicker she got this over with, the better. So she rubbed against his slit again, more firmly, then cried out softly in surprise: she'd somehow forgotten for a moment about his paw on the base of the toy inside her, and he'd just pressed hard against it, the tip again tickling much more deeply inside her than she expected and making her squirm.

She couldn't tease him and ignore him teasing her at the same time, she was quick to discover, shuddering at the feeling of the dildo pressing first one way, then the other against her insides. It had been inside her so long now that the sensations just couldn't be ignored anymore, and it was all she could do to concentrate enough to keep massaging his slit, moaning and rocking her hips a little in pleasure. She wanted to stop herself from enjoying it, but she just couldn't any longer, not when she had to keep her attention focused on his loins... He thrust against her paw again and this time the head of his penis emerged, growing quickly. The thought of having to touch it made her flush again, but she clamped her jaws down on the bit and reached for him with both paws, squeezing his tip between the mitts and coaxing him out.

He groaned and thrust again, his full length revealing itself as the scent of his arousal washed over her, and he responded by sliding the toy as far in, then as far out as the harness would let it and drawing a moan and roll of her hips from her that matched his own. She shuddered with pleasure and got back to work; the leather mitts on her paws slid easily along his shaft, already slick from the protective flesh within his slit, and she began to rub smoothly up and down, squeezing him between her mitts from the base of his cock to the tip and back again. She couldn't help but stare at his dragonhood as she pawed it, the stiff flesh turned red and swollen by the flow of blood to his loins, the thick shaft, the little ridges that could feel so good inside her, even better than the dildo rubbing back and forth within her vent did now... She moaned lustily through her gag at the feeling, forgetting that she was supposed to be hating and resisting this in her arousal and rubbing even harder as he thrust steadily into her paws.

After pressing against his thrusts for a little while she brought her tail around to tickle at his spread-open slit with the tip while she stroked him--the base of her tail got in his way for a moment, but the spreader bar between her hind paws made sure he could still reach her belly and after a moment he started making the toy slide in and out again. He moaned softly, hind claws curling, then changed the angle of the toy inside her so it pressed much harder against the side of her vent closer to her belly, tip rubbing firmly against her and making her gasp at a sudden blossoming heat of pleasure as it found some extra-sensitive spot inside her.

Her stroking of his cock grew faster in response, and when the first drop of fluid appeared at the tip, head bobbing as muscles inside him clenched, she stopped using her paws and instead curled her tail around his shaft, squeezing hard, then beginning to slide the constricting ring from base to tip and back. "Mmmh," he groaned in obvious approval, tail thumping against the ground, and thrust enthusiastically into her touch. The speed of the toy rubbing along inside her increased as well and she moaned through her gag with pleasure at the incredible feeling--

What was she doing!?

Jada could barely focus on the thought, her attention drawn to the cock clenched in her tail and the dildo inside her. Her captor had demanded that she tease him, make him climax, and let him tease her, and she wasn't just doing it willingly, she was enjoying herself? Some small part of her brain fought to get a grip, to shut out the sensations coursing through her and realize how humiliating it was to fondle her captor this way, but it was quickly buried beneath another surging wave of pleasure as the tip of the dildo found that incredible spot inside her again. After slowing just a moment to enjoy the feeling she redoubled the speed of her tail milking at his length, then reached out with her paws again to squeeze the tip of his shaft, making him pant and shudder against her. His cock bobbed and released a little more clear, slick fluid each time her tail reached the ridge right behind its head, his thrusting grew even harder and faster, and his hind claws were clenched tight at her touch.

Finally he roared, limbs shaking, and reached his orgasm, humping vigorously against her tail. He loosed burst after burst of his seed, splattering the ground between them, his chest and her belly as he emptied himself; she kept squeezing her Master's length for all he would give even though he'd stopped moving the dildo within her in the throes of his climax, and after a few moments the rocking of his hips slowed and he collapsed on his side, gasping for air.

She moaned quietly as she waited for him to recover, the pleasure that had built in her own body from the teasing he'd given her having brought her much closer to orgasm than she'd realized. The presence of the dildo in her vent sustained the feeling for a little while, but it soon began to fade, and as it did she finally realized what she had just done. She'd willingly stimulated him with paws and tail and made him climax, all the while enjoying the feeling of him moving the toy inside her... All her thoughts of resistance had been forgotten in their combined lust, and she put her head down after a moment with a whimper. At least he hadn't brought her to orgasm, she thought, but it was little comfort--she would have gladly had one if he'd pleasured her enough.

Eventually Hueroc raised his head again, still panting with his tongue hanging out but purring now, curling his tail to stroke her head and neck with it. "That was very good, my pet, very good indeed... Now let me get something to clean up this mess. I'll be right back." He stood and walked out of the chamber, turning towards the back of the cave, tail raised high and swishing gently back and forth, curling a little at the tip. She just sat and waited, not wanting to think about what she had just done, and he returned a few moments later with a pair of damp rags draped across the base of his neck. He used these to wipe down their scales and the floor, clearing away all traces of his seed, then balled them up and tossed them over towards the passageway to deal with later. Once that was done he took off the shackles and spreader bar that had kept her hind paws apart, then put the gear back up on the wall.

Jada whined at him and looked at her hindquarters; he said she'd been good... Had she been good enough for her to spend some time without the dildo filling her sex?

"I know, I didn't do enough for you to orgasm, I'm sorry," he murmured, and nuzzled her. "But you had more than enough the first time we played together, didn't you? Just think about how amazing those were... I'll make sure you cum the next time we play, all right, my pet?"

She moaned and curled up to prod at the buckles of the toy's harness with one mitted forepaw: she didn't want to climax, she wanted the thing to come off! "Mmmff!" she tried to say, pleading for him to listen to her for once and wishing he didn't keep her gagged so she could actually say what she wanted.

"No, I'm not going to loosen it so you can play with yourself more easily," he chuckled, "but I'm sure it feels good enough as it is." He yawned expansively, showing off his teeth. "I'm exhausted, my pet, and it's getting late... It's time for both of us to sleep. Would you like to sleep with me?"

"Nn!" she growled, tail lashing a little before she remembered that moving it made the dildo tease her and shivered at the feeling.

Hueroc glanced over at her tail for a moment before looking into her eyes again. "Oh well; I'm sure we'll be sharing my cushion before too long. You have a good night..." Purring, he nuzzled her cheek and forehead again, then blew out the torches and walked away to his own chamber, leaving her in darkness.

She whimpered quietly and shifted a little, bearing the light stimulation long enough to get comfortable. Left alone, helpless, with a dildo stuffed into her vent once again... and with nothing to do but rest and wait for her Master to return. At least the long day had wearied her despite her nap earlier, so even with the toy inside her she was able to close her eyes and fall asleep--where she wouldn't have to feel the shame of what she had just done.

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Jada woke up shivering, not from cold but from arousal--her sex only seemed to have grown more sensitive overnight, and now she was even more aware of the dildo penetrating her, strapped to her hindquarters so it couldn't come out. She whimpered at the feeling and raised her head to look over at the entrance to the room she was bound in: there was a little dim, reddish light in the passage outside. It was dawn. There was no sign of her Master, Hueroc, aside from his scent; he must still be asleep, she thought.

Next she brought her gaze to her bound wings and the long, ragged gashes through them, but if they'd healed at all overnight she couldn't tell. But when she turned her attention to herself her eyes couldn't help but pass over her hindquarters and the straps encircling them, and after forcing herself to examine her wings she couldn't help but look at her flanks again. Just seeing the harness made her think of the phallus it held deep inside her, and the simple feeling of it lodged within her, spreading her vent and snugly filling it, was enough to make her shiver again, moaning past the bit in her mouth. After a moment she raised one of her hind legs and curled her tail out of the way to look at the panel at the center of the harness that hid her sex and the toy inside it from her: firm, solid plastic. Careful not to move her hindquarters to keep the dildo from shifting inside her, she curled up to examine the thing again, sniffing it and looking closely for any weakness she could exploit...

But there was nothing. All she saw was tough plastic, thick leather straps, solid metal buckles and sturdy padlocks to keep the buckles closed--not that she had any hope of breaking any of it in the first place, she thought with a moan as she rubbed a leather-wrapped forepaw against one of the buckles. Her captor had bound up all four of her paws in those horrible mitts, sealing her claws away and keeping her from gripping anything, so not only could she not try to claw through the straps, but she couldn't even try to undo the buckles--and it didn't even matter with the padlocks in place. The mitts on her paws, plus the bridle strapped tight to her snout, left her completely helpless to the whims of her Master.

Which was why she'd had no choice but to use her paws and tail to get him off last night, she thought, putting her head down and whimpering again in despair. The red dragon had defeated her, grounded her in the process, then forced her into being his sex slave until her wings healed... She hadn't dared stop him from tying her up after he'd beaten her, and since then she'd been powerless. She had wanted to resist him, to refuse to obey and refuse to enjoy what he did to her, but first he'd forced her to orgasm with a vibrator, then when the dildo he'd put into her that had been lodged within her ever since then had made her too distracted and weak to keep fighting she'd willingly teased him to climax--and enjoyed the feeling of him moving that awful toy around inside her, she thought, shuddering at the memory.

And the dildo was still there! Even her own breathing seemed to make it move inside her now, the tip tickling ever so lightly against her insides... She whined and tried to lie motionless, hoping the feeling would go away--but it wouldn't! Groaning, she rolled onto her belly to try and shift her weight somewhere else and nearly yelped at the sudden feeling of the rubbery shaft sliding inside her, but it didn't help, and neither did two other positions she tried. She let out a frustrated growl and stopped trying to find the right way to lie down, fighting her own body to simply ignore the feeling of it teasing her. She'd been able to ignore it before, when he'd first put it into her... surely she could do so again!

Jada snorted defiantly and went limp against the ground: her will was strong enough that she could shut out the stimulation, even if he'd caught her in a moment of weakness last night, and she would not let him beat her this way. For a few minutes she lay there nearly motionless, the tip of her tail twitching restlessly, but no matter how hard she tried she just couldn't get that tiny hint of sensation to go away. It was there when she lay on her side, on her belly, on her back, when she breathed, even when she held her breath and was perfectly still! She moaned in frustration as her sex was just too sensitive now for her to be able to shut it out, then shuddered as the toy slid a little ways inside her and realized that she'd rolled her hips almost unconsciously, coaxing a brief moment of pleasure out of the dildo. She had to be stronger than this...

But it wouldn't stop. It didn't matter how hard she tried to focus, the feeling wouldn't go away, and before too long her concentration broke long enough for her to roll her hips more than once a minute. Each time she snarled to herself and tried to regain control, but her body refused to listen, every movement seeming to bring a burst of pleasure from her belly that her body only wanted more of... Finally she couldn't keep it up any longer and rolled over to grind her belly into the floor, nearly sobbing in defeat and squirming at the sensation. After another few moments she realized what she was doing and forced herself to roll onto her side again, this time curling up to probe at the harness again--there had to be something she could do!

Another inspection proved just as fruitless as the last, and she did sob this time, rubbing her balled-up forepaws over the straps and even the plastic base in desperation. But that only made the toy move around more inside her, drawing another squirm of pleasure, and no matter how hard she tried to get her claws through the mitts, to make the straps break, or open, or move the plastic so she could get the awful thing out of her, nothing helped, and all her efforts did was make the dildo stimulate her further. The feelings made her gasp now, somehow growing stronger even though there was only so far the toy could move, but she couldn't bring herself to give up, she had to find a way to get it out, she had to make this torture stop!

It was no use. She must have slid the leather mitts over the harness and the scales of her hindquarters for half an hour, but all it did was tease her more and before long she was panting with arousal, the pleasure building more and more strongly despite her efforts to shut it out. The harness hadn't loosened one bit and still the dildo was trapped within her, filling her and making her shudder every time it moved inside her. Some part of her wanted to get up and find her Master, to beg him somehow through her gag to take the horrible toy out of her, but even if she wanted to the reins of her bridle were still tied to an anchor in front of her--she could only wait there for him to return.

By the time Hueroc walked into her chamber she was panting hard, her whole body shaking and claws clenched tight in their mitts as she struggled to contain the sensations racing through her. "Good morning, my pet," he purred, and she went still with a muffled cry of surprise--she had been so distracted by the dildo that she hadn't heard him come in. He nuzzled her cheek, lips pulled back just a little to show more of his fangs, and murmured, "did you sleep well?"

"Nnn-nn," she shook her head, pressing her mitted forepaws against the harness once again. "Mmmff!" she moaned at him, pleading for him to finally have mercy and give her a break from the toy...

"What, you want me inside you instead of the toy I gave you?" He sniffed the air around her, growling softly and tail flicking up a little. "You smell as hot as I feel this morning... I'd be happy to do that for you."

"Nn-nn!" Jada cried again--him mounting her was the last thing she wanted now! Her frantic struggling had stimulated her to the point that he could actually smell her forced arousal, and after struggling to contain the feelings the dildo gave her she didn't know if she'd be able to block it out if he took her...

"Pets are expected to be willing," he said sternly and bared his teeth at her, but at least he didn't strike her. "If I want to play with you, then we will play. Understood?"

She hated the idea, hated that she had no control over what he did to her, but there was nothing she could do in her restraints to stop him and she had agreed to be his pet, after all... Not that she'd had much choice. After lying motionless for a moment she finally whimpered and tilted her head, submitting to him.

"Good girl," he stroked her with his tail. "As for how we should play... I think I'll have you raise your tail so I can mount you, to claim you as my own the traditional way. Does that sound like fun?"

It doesn't sound fun at all, she thought, whimpering again and knowing she could do nothing to stop him. Hopefully she would somehow find a way to control herself when he took her... She trembled at the sensation when he pressed one paw against the panel beneath her tail and slid the dildo a little farther into her.

Hueroc purred and shifted the harness again, making her shiver at the unwanted feelings. "Then let's get you set up." He went and collected a few things from the walls before returning to her with the gear. "Stand and turn around, so you're facing the passageway."

She knew he would either strike her or tease her if she hesitated or refused for even a moment, and slowly got to her feet, shuddering and unable to suppress a moan as her sensitive insides clenched around the toy. The feelings were almost enough to make her start rocking her hips again and she turned to obey his command as quickly as she could, to feel as little as she possible from having to move. Once she was in position he shackled her forepaws together, then bound them to an anchor in the floor that made her reach them forward towards where her reins were tied, forcing her to put her chest on the ground. Next he put a wide post beneath her belly to prop up her hindquarters, and bound her hind paws to either end of a spreader bar before anchoring that to the floor as well, immobilizing her. Finally he wrapped a few straps around her tail that raised her tail up and curled it over her back, making her present herself. She squirmed just a little to see how much she could move, but she could barely shift an inch, head and chest on the ground, hindquarters up with her hind legs spread and her tail raised good and high: the classic mating position for a dragoness.

"Mmm, don't you look pretty all tied up and exposed," he murmured, and tickled her flanks and belly with the tip of his tail. "And I bet it feels so good, to be in that position with that big thick dildo inside you like a dragon has already accepted your invitation... Rock your hips, my pet, like you're grinding against that dragon and encouraging him to thrust into you, hard and fast, more and more until both of you reach a wonderful climax together..."

Jada let out a long, unhappy whine at his command, not wanting to stimulate herself further when she was already having so much trouble controlling herself, but when he growled and raised a paw to strike her she relented. She slowly rolled her hips once, then again, claws clenching at the pleasure spreading through her, and she whimpered into her gag as once again she had no choice but to feel the uncontrollable, wonderful sensation of the dildo shifting back and forth within her... She didn't dare stop, her whimpers progressing to moans as the toy stimulated her more and more, then she heard him groan and a moment later could smell his arousal joining her own on the air. Shuddering at the thought of taking him inside her, she didn't have enough slack in her reins to turn her head and see his cock but her memories of it from the previous day were vivid enough that she didn't have to see it to know what it looked like, or how it felt when embedded in her vent, and she squirmed helplessly in her bonds, still rocking her hips against the toy, as she waited for the inevitable.

"That's a good girl, get all you can from the dildo deep inside you," he growled, and she realized with another low, lusty moan that her thrusting had grown more vigorous and that she was starting to tremble with pleasure from the toy that stimulated her. But she couldn't stop unless he said she could, and he might force her to keep going until she reached orgasm if he wanted to... The thought made her whimper, but then to her relief he said, "now now, my pet, don't enjoy yourself too much too soon... Save it for when your Master has mounted you."

It was much harder than it should have been for her to stop grinding on the faux-cock strapped inside her, but she managed--realizing now that she'd stopped that she was panting with arousal--and a few moments later he unlocked and unbuckled the straps of the harness. She shivered again when he pulled the dildo out of her, slumping as finally she had at least some small reprieve from the unwelcome intrusion, but she knew she'd feel his paws on her back in just moments...

A sharp inhalation sounded from behind her, then she heard a chuckle. "Mmmh, it smells like you've really been having fun with this toy... You must be good and ready for me, then!"

Jada whined at him again, wishing she had the freedom to pull her hind legs together, or lower her tail, or shift her upraised rump from its perfectly inviting position, but her bonds held her fast and she could only stand there, helpless and exposed, and wait for him to mount her.

"You look so beautiful tied up like this, my pet," he murmured, and she heard his footsteps approaching him, then a moment later she felt his forepaws come down on her back.

"Nn-nn!" she cried, begging for him to leave her alone, but he ignored her plea and took another couple of steps forward, his front paws dropping on either side of her and his chest weighing down against her back. The tip of his cock pressed against the scales of her belly and she howled through her bridle, desperate, before he growled, bit down lightly on the nape of her neck, and thrust into her.

Her sex clenched against him almost automatically, and again she couldn't bite back a moan of pleasure, her body demanding that she grind against the big, hard cock that penetrated her. She fought against her lust for a moment, but then he started to hump her, sliding slowly out, then in, rubbing so incredibly against her and making her shudder at the feeling; she couldn't help but rock her hips against his to enhance the sensation still further, crooning in wordless encouragement for him to keep going.

Hueroc's shaft felt so good inside her... It could slide in and out much more than the toy had, much faster, and she nearly bucked at the feeling when he grazed some especially sensitive spot inside her, crying out softly through her gag and curling her hind claws in their mitts with arousal. "Nnngh," she moaned at him, grinding against his belly and hoping he'd hit that spot again--

Oh ancients, what was she doing? The red dragon had bound her, exposed her, and now he'd mounted her, all against her will, and she was enjoying it? Not fighting against her bonds, and begging him to continue, even? What was wrong with her? She tried for a few moments to regain control of herself, fight back the building sensations inside her, stop rolling her hips in time with his, look for some way to escape, but she was too far gone already... All those hours with the dildo stuffing her had teased her so much, left her so aroused and her body yearning for what he was doing to her even if her mind thought just the opposite, and when he found that extra-sensitive spot again it just felt too good for her to control. She made a few more weak attempts to marshal herself, but the big, stiff dragonhood within her just felt too amazing for her to want to resist this time, and it only took a few more thrusts to make her give in entirely.

The feeling of him inside her only seemed more powerful now that her lust had so consumed her, and she eagerly rocked in time with his thrusts, starting to clench down on him to encourage his building climax--she was getting very close herself, after being teased by the dildo for so long. Some small part of her screamed in horror at the thought of reaching her peak from him inside her, but the rest of her body just felt too good to let that little part of her regain any semblance of control. Her moans grew louder and louder, progressing to panting, bridle-muffled cries of lust, and her whole body quivered as his thrusting brought her closer and closer...

Jada howled as finally the sensation was too much for her and spasmed beneath him, sex clamping down hard on his cock as she reached orgasm; her eyes squeezed tightly shut and she howled again in ecstasy, her whole body shaking, pulling reflexively against the chains that bound her but still held immobile. Her climax prompted his own and her Master roared as he came, his hot breath coming out in gusts against the base of her neck as he released himself inside her, thrusting hard and fast against her flanks until he was finished and collapsed against her back, gasping to regain his breath and purring in the afterglow.

"Oh... Oh, that was amazing, my pet..." He nuzzled the back of her neck, where he'd bitten her. "It feels so much better when you're willing, doesn't it?"

Still basking in the slowly receding pleasure of orgasm, she couldn't help but purr back at him, squirming in her bonds to get just a little more stimulation from his cock, still inside her but slowly beginning to soften. It had felt incredible, really...

He pulled out, drawing one last shudder from her, and slowly walked around so she could see him, purring more loudly with his tail flicking happily back and forth. "I'm glad you decided to stop fighting and enjoy this with me," he licked her cheek, then her forehead. "Happy, willing, eager pets are so much more fun to play with..."

The word pet shook her from the warm, relaxing feelings that still resonated dimly through her, and she whimpered through her gag, not able to meet his gaze. No... Her Master had mounted her, taken her, and she hadn't just lost her focus and enjoyed it, she'd actually had an orgasm from the sensation of him inside her... She had failed herself. She had told herself so firmly that she wouldn't enjoy this, that she wouldn't let him defeat her will this way, and she'd failed. What dignity did she have left now? she wondered, feeling tears start to well up in her eyes and not bothering to try and blink them back--why bother trying not to show weakness now, after what he'd made her do? He had beaten her physically, and now mentally as well; she had nothing left to be proud of, to draw strength from.

"Now let me give you back that dildo you've been loving so much, then I'll let you rest."

"Nnn," she moaned, raising her head as much as her reins would let her--not far. No, not again, he couldn't make her suffer that awful thing inside her again, not after what he'd just done to her! The toy had made her so distracted, so weak, so tormented by the never-ending sensation... She couldn't bear it again! "Nn-nnnn!" she howled at him, straining against her bonds, but she could barely move the width of a claw, much less find a way to break free.

"You will have either my penis or a dildo inside you, pet," he growled, "and I need to rest, and hunt for us." He left her line of sight again, and she heard him by her hindquarters, coming to a stop, growling softly to himself, and the clink of buckles hanging loose...

"Nn-nn! Nn-nnn!" she begged him, thrashing as hard as she could, but all her bonds were much too strong and no matter how hard she struggled she couldn't move her paws, couldn't turn her head, couldn't even lower her tail or bring her hind legs together to shield herself from him... Then she felt the tip of the dildo poke against her entrance and went stiff, clenching as tight as she could and wishing that pitiful resistance would do something other let him than savor shoving the thing into her more... "Nnnnn!" she screamed, but there was nothing she could do and a moment later he pushed the toy deep inside her.

She shivered at the sensation of the toy spreading her insides apart, still so sensitive after the orgasm he'd given her, and went limp in her bonds as he strapped the harness tight to her hindquarters again. No, it was going to drive her insane, it was making her so weak, so aroused, to the point that she'd just willingly climaxed when he mounted her... This was horrible, it was too much, she couldn't take this anymore... She began to cry, sobbing and whimpering through her gag as the tears trickled down her cheeks while he took off the spreader bar, the shackles on her forepaws, the straps keeping her tail raised and the support that had propped up her rear. She'd never be able to resist him if he kept doing this to her, he'd completely break her down until she was nothing more than his slave to use as he saw fit...

Then she felt his breath on her snout, and a moment later he was nuzzling her gently, sitting next to her and cradling her head in his forepaws. "Hey... Shh, shh, there's no need to cry, my pet... It's okay, I'm here..."

She just sobbed again, trying weakly to push him away with her mittened forepaws. How could he expect to comfort her, after what he'd done?

"I don't want to see you like this... Here, let me take your bridle off, and you tell me what's making you so sad." He took the key out of the pouch at the base of his neck, opened the locks, then unbuckled all the straps, letting her open her mouth so he could tug the bit out. "What's wrong, Jada?"

The use of her name--had he ever even said it before?--startled her, and after a moment she raised her head to look back towards her hindquarters. "Take it off... Please take it off me."

He looked back and forth from her eyes to the harness, head cocked to one side. "I like seeing you wear it, and you must enjoy how it feels inside you... Why don't you want it?"

"I don't want to feel it!" she cried, shivering. "I can't ignore it, I can't make it stop, I can't shut out how it makes me feel when you take it out to mount me... Please, take it out!"

Hueroc paused again. "You... So when you had an orgasm when I mounted you... that was not willing?"

The mention of what he'd just done to her brought a fresh surge of tears. "No!"

"Why not? I made you my pet, I told you to be willing, to enjoy it... Why won't you?"

She growled at him. "How could you expect me to? What dragon would willingly become a sex slave but the weakest and most cowardly?"

"But I defeated you. That proved that I was stronger, and that I could do with you as I wished."

"That doesn't mean I have to be willing! How could you expect me to enjoy being enslaved like this, being made so helpless, losing all control over what I do each day? What pride, what dignity could I have if I did that?"

"Again: I defeated you, and that means you should not fight me."

"I... I thought I was strong enough to resist feeling pleasure from being forced to mate," she looked away, shuddering at the thought.

"That's the problem," he sighed, reaching out with a paw to turn her head so she faced him again. "Defeating you proved that I was stronger, and not just physically... Stronger in mind, as well. I told you I wanted you to enjoy it, so that meant that if you tried to resist, I would force you to give in and enjoy what I did to you--which I have done."

Jada whimpered. "It would have been weakness to give in without a fight... I wanted to be able to keep my pride."

"And you still have it!" he said, rubbing a forepaw down her neck. "I defeated you, I proved that I was stronger than you, and deferring to a stronger dragon is nothing to be ashamed of; you know that. It is expected for the weaker dragon to obey the stronger, and that does not mean that every dragon who has ever lost a duel has nothing to be proud of. You do not have to sacrifice your pride to give in to me, or enjoy being my pet. You don't need to fight me."

"But... I don't want to be a pet. You cannot expect me to enjoy it."

He growled. "I did not want to be forced from my home, either. You have no choice but to be my pet until your wings heal, and you know that it will not cost you your pride to let yourself enjoy what you can of what is beyond your control. Didn't that orgasm you just had feel so wonderful? Doesn't at least some part of you like how the dildo feels inside you? If you cannot stop these things, if you know it is not weakness to let yourself enjoy them... Why not?"

She whined and lashed her tail. "It's just... The thought of willingly being your sex slave is... It hurts. I don't like how it makes me feel so weak, and so powerless..." Her tears had stopped, but she sobbed again, closing her eyes and turning her head away.

He snuggled against her. "Slave is the wrong word, Jada... I've been calling you my pet: a pet is willing, a pet does not fear or despise her Master, and a pet has her Master's respect. A slave is given orders to obey, regardless of how that might make her feel; a pet is asked to do things that her Master thinks they will both enjoy. The two are very different--I would never keep another dragon as a slave, but I very much enjoy having one as a pet... Especially one as beautiful as you," he purred, and nuzzled her. "I don't want you to be unhappy... Surely at least a part of you has enjoyed how we have played together, and is excited by the thought of playing with me more; please, embrace it, and let yourself enjoy your time as my pet. I think you will enjoy it, if you give it a chance."

Jada went still, trying to think. Could he really be right? Being mounted by him had felt amazing, she couldn't deny that... But to be the sex-toy of another dragon? To be tied up and fucked whenever he wanted? To spend every minute of every day bound and helpless? How could she enjoy that?

"What do you think, my pet? Can you be willing?"

She shivered as the dildo in her vent sent a little wave of arousal through her. "I... I don't know. I need to think."

"Of course," he nuzzled her again. "I need to go hunt for us both, and that will give you some time on your own to rest, and to think about things." He picked up her bridle again, grasping the ends of the bit to put it into her mouth. "But speaking time is over for now, my pet... Open up."

Whining, she looked at her hindquarters again. "Please take it out... at least for now. I want to be able to think without that thing distracting me."

He growled softly, but after a moment put her bridle down and walked over to her hindquarters. "I understand." He unlocked and unbuckled the harness, then pulled the dildo free, and she sighed as the feeling of it plugging her faded away. "I suppose if this isn't on you then I may as well leave you free to walk around the cave... I'll probably be gone at least a couple of hours, anyway." He paused, then continued, "is there something you'd like to say to me, for taking that out?"

She purred for just a moment. "Thank you."

He growled again, more loudly, and bared his fangs.

"Thank you, Master," she lowered her head.

"Good girl. Now, open up," he picked up her bridle again, pausing to take off the reins.

She spread her jaws obediently, then closed them again once he had the bit in position. He buckled the rest of it on, but left the two straps over her snout a little loose--enough to open her mouth a little. "Feel free to go get some water from the spring, and to use the chute if you need to. I'll be back soon, and I hope you'll have come to a decision by the time I return."

She bobbed her head, though for the moment her mind shied away from what she had to decide. He nuzzled her, then left the room and walked away towards the cave entrance.

Once she'd heard the snap of his wings on the wind she sprawled out on the floor, sighing. Now she had to think... He wanted her to do this willingly. To let him put that dildo into her and enjoy having it there, enjoy moving it around with her paws and tail, or by walking, or grinding it against the ground... To let him bind her however he wished, and let him fuck her as often as he wanted, and enjoy being so helpless, enjoy the sensation of him taking her, the feeling of him loosing himself within her, the ecstasy of her own orgasm... How was a proud dragoness like her supposed to be happy submitting to him like that? Yes, he'd defeated her, proved he was strong enough to make her submit, but that didn't mean she liked it.

But what choice did she really have? Her first day as his pet had easily proven that she didn't have the strength to defy him, and nothing had hurt her more than being unable to stop herself from reaching climax when he mounted her. To think of suffering that way again, of struggling to resist the toy he wanted her to take inside her whenever he wasn't mating with her, of failing to control herself over and over again until she was so broken that she didn't even care what he did to her... It made her shudder, and what he'd just done to her only made her imagination more vivid.

So she could submit to him, or be broken by him until she submitted simply out of habit. There wasn't much of a choice to make--he'd be tying her up and mounting her either way, she just had to choose how much it hurt her. The thought of submitting and being claimed in such a way rankled her, but there was no way that was worse than being forced like she'd been... And no way it was worse than being broken. Wasn't it better to submit while she still had something resembling a choice, and give herself a chance to actually like what he did to her, than for her will and her pride to be destroyed by him?

Hueroc had defeated her, though... And what he'd said was right: there was no shame in submitting to a dragon who'd bested her in a duel, even if she usually didn't associate submission with raising her tail--or letting him tie her up so she had to raise her tail. Even if she didn't like it, she could do it... and then what? Learn to like it? Was that something she really wanted?

Better coming to like being tied up and mounted, being dominated, being teased by that dildo and harness, than to be destroyed by all of it, she thought, and slowly got to her feet. She stretched, loosening up cramped and sex-sore muscles, then walked towards the spring at the back of the cave--the bit in her mouth made her thirsty. The mitts on her four paws, the bridle, and the straps over her wings still bound her, so she was still helpless if he chose to force her to do something... But it was good to have the freedom to at least move without having to follow her Master's pull on her reins, without the feeling of the dildo shifting inside her with her every movement, going somewhere because she wanted to instead of being ordered to... To do something by her own choice.

But she'd have to get used to following orders, following them willingly and happily and without hesitation, because that was what she'd be doing until her wings healed. If she submitted by her own choice, then she would be expected to follow him around the cave, let him tie or untie her how he wanted, lift her tail, take him or a toy inside her... all at his command. And she wasn't sure if that was something she could do--but she could learn, and he would probably see to it that she did. She could easily imagine it, being slapped by his tail or paws for growling or hesitating, being rewarded for obedience with a nuzzle, a kind word, the stroke of paw or tail against her sex, a tug at the harness holding a dildo inside her... She shivered a little at the thought and wasn't sure what to make of it when some part of her actually thought that sounded fun. How could it possibly appeal to a proud dragoness like her to be trained as a dragon's willing sex-toy?

Whatever part of me that is, I'd better embrace it, she thought with a growl as she arrived at the spring and lowered her head to drink. Because that's the only way I'm going to enjoy submitting to him.

And yes, she thought with a sigh, she was going to submit willingly. The thought of being broken by him frightened her, when she knew she would be helpless to stop him if she attempted to resist, and she would much rather be his pet by choice, now that he'd helped her realize it wasn't as bad as she'd thought it was. It might be tough at first, but she could get used to it, and if she found a way to enjoy herself then it would make her time in his cave go by much faster. There wasn't much for her to lose by submitting to him, she decided, and glanced towards the waste-chute before leaving the back of the cave.

She went to the main chamber of the cave instead of the one he'd left her in; the air out there had much less of their combined arousal to smell, and even if she'd chosen to be more willing she still didn't want to look around at all the other bondage gear he had--not yet, anyway. Once she'd reached the center of the big, open chamber she lay down on her belly, looked longingly out at the sky for a moment, then turned her head and looked at her scales: fairly in order, but a little dirty, and now that her bridle was loosened... Now that she had the freedom, she took the time to wash her hide while waiting for Hueroc to return with the prey she couldn't hunt herself.

Most of her bath was quick and easy, not much to straighten out and only a few especially grimy spots, but she moaned softly when she reached her rump and saw the mess there, a mix of his and her fluids that had dribbled from her used vent and dried on her scales. And this was a mess she'd find on herself a lot, she thought with a sigh, then grimaced and went to work. It occurred to her while she licked her scales clean--and tried to ignore the taste--that her Master might expect her to keep her flanks clean whenever possible, and that she might have to do this fairly often. Just another part of being his sex-toy that I'll have to get used to, she thought with a sigh.

Once she was done she curled up to rest, but didn't have to wait too long before Hueroc returned, again with two goats in his paws. She growled to herself at the sight of him; even if she'd made her decision, she wasn't excited by the thought of obeying his every whim, or spending the next few weeks in bondage... Hopefully she'd be able to find a way to change that.

"A nice big mountain goat for each of us," he said as he set down before her, tossing the carcass at her forepaws. "Let me just take your bridle off, my pet, then we can dig in."

Jada rolled onto her belly and held her head forward for him to remove her bridle; he had the straps undone in just moments, and she eagerly spat out the bit. She didn't eat just yet, though, watching him to see if he wanted her to answer his question first, or maybe wanted something else instead...

"Hungry?" he chuckled, baring his teeth and flexing blood-reddened claws for her.

She tilted her head. "Yes... Thank you for the prey, Master." Calling him that didn't make her flinch this time, at least, but she still wanted to grind her teeth and growl. This was really going to be hard on her.

"You're welcome, my pet," he purred. "Enjoy."

Both dragons buried their snouts in the prey, snapping up all the meat they could find, and Hueroc even cracked a few bones looking for marrow. It didn't take either of them long to eat, and once they were done he swept all the remains into a little pile, spread his jaws and breathed fire onto it all, burning it down to ash.

He watched it burn, then spread his wings and flapped hard, blowing the ash towards the cave entrance. "Now," he said, folding his wings again and turning to face her, "did you think about what we talked about earlier?"

"Yes," she said quietly, and looked away. It was time...

"And what did you decide?"

She froze for just a moment: there was no going back after this, no changing her mind... She wasn't happy with either of her choices, but one of them seemed likely to hurt her much less, and even make it possible for her to have some fun with him, eventually... Finally she lowered her head, saying, "I will submit to you willingly, Master."

"Good! I'm happy to hear it," he started to purr, and reached forward to nuzzle her. "Willing pets are much more fun, I think, since I know a willing pet will at least try to enjoy whatever I choose to do with her, and it always feels better when my pet enjoys it... And I don't like seeing pretty dragonesses like you as sad as you looked this morning," he nuzzled her again--a part of her wanted to pull her head away, but she held still for him. "I think you'll feel a lot better about this now that you've accepted it... I really do."

She sighed. "We'll see."

"I know... It'll be hard for you, I'm sure," he chuckled. "It's not easy for a proud dragon to submit--and trust me, I know from experience."

What? She cocked her head to one side, curious. "You mean..."

He snorted. "Only once, to the strongest and most beautiful dragoness I've ever met. It ended up being a lot of fun..." His gaze turned to the side and he purred a little more loudly at whatever memories he'd brought up. "But with any other dragoness, I'd much rather be the one in charge. I know that it can be enjoyable to submit to a stronger dragon, though, so I'll be sure to train you to make sure you get used to it, and enjoy every moment of it..."

She opened her mouth to speak: she wanted to know who this dragoness was, what she'd made him do, what he meant by 'training,' exactly how hard he thought it would be for her... But before she could say anything he picked up her bridle again.

"Open up, my pet; we've got things to do."

Jada let him bridle her again without asking any of her questions, this time tightening the straps all the way to keep her snout tightly shut, and he tickled her chin for just a moment with his claws before stepping back. "Now let's test your willingness, shall we? Turn around and present yourself to me, my pet."

Instinct had her growling at him--to think he could order her to raise her tail for him! But after a moment she remembered her place, that she'd agreed to obey him, and turned to show him her rump, lifting her tail high and arching it over her back, displaying her sex to him.

He chuckled again. "Yes, you are going to need some training... A pet should be eager to present herself to her Master, instead of doing so grudgingly. But at least you know to obey, and that's a start... Good girl," he purred, and brought up his paw again to tickle her displayed vent, stroking her entrance, probing into her with a claw, rubbing hard against her clit; the sensation made her quiver, moaning past her bridle with pleasure. For a moment she tried to fight it, but stopped at the thought of her submission and gasped as accepting the feelings only made them seem stronger, and rocked her hips into his touch almost out of reflex.

"Lead me back to the bondage chamber," he purred. "It's time to begin your training."

She bobbed her head and began to walk; some part of her was eager to learn how to properly obey him and how to really enjoy being tied up and mounted by him, and she found herself looking forward to the training that she would have hated just a few hours ago. So she stepped forward, but he kept teasing her as she moved, making her legs feel weak and shaky as she continued to grind against his paw. He wasn't able to walk at full speed on three paws, but she was distracted enough by his touch that she couldn't move too quickly either, and the two of them made slow progress towards the chamber, him with a paw against her sex and her moaning and trembling with pleasure.

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TO THE VICTOR GOES THE SPOILS:

Adilia (Idle-le-ah) awoke slowly, her head throbbing harshly as she lifted it. She was slow to come to her senses, but when she did one thing became very apparent. She did not know where she was. The stench of blood, rot, urine, and death assaulted her senses. It was like a choking fog, thick in the air and it caused her to gag and cough. Her maw opened, to draw air through it.

There was only pitch black around her, no light illuminated her surroundings and she found herself relying on her kind's innate night vision, her eyes flickering to a dim purple glow. Around her she made out the vague shape of bars on all but one side. A concrete wall finished the last wall. She was in a cage? A wary growl escaped her maw as she moved to quickly stand. A sudden rattle behind her caused her to whirl around with a snarl, on edge due to her surroundings.

As she did the chain manacled to her right hindleg caught the other hindleg and swept her feet from under her sending her sprawling hard to the side with a startled yelp. Recovering she moved back to a lay, and brought her head around to sniff at the thing wrapped around her back legs. She knew what it was, having seen others of her kind wearing the cursed bindings. Angrily she brought her jaws carefully around the chain and bit down hard. Her teeth and jaw pressure failed to rend the metal, adamantite, made specifically to hold dragons. She snarled and shook her head furiously gripping the chain trying to rip it from its holding but she could not. After a moment she relented, releasing the chain and moving her front paws to unwrap her paws from the chains length.

Sniffing at the manacle itself she tested its strength as well, trying to gnaw it from her leg. She failed just as miserably, it too was adamantite. She shook her head and neck, lifting it to consider her situation a moment. She tried to recall how she got to be here, and could not remember anything prior to just waking up.

Adilia was a young dragon, still a whelp really. She was barely thirty years of age, her kind timeless, she would not be considered a young adult for another twenty years. She was a Tempest Dragon, her scales the typical blue-gray silver of her kind, fading to a light pearl white underbelly. Dark metallic purple markings, so dark they appeared black created points on her paws, stopping about the knee. Both sides were trailed at the top by similar colored markings that followed her long neck to her head where they met at her forehead and the dark markings overtook her ears and muzzle. Dark purple outlined both wings and her wing joints. Flecks of silver here and there in the darker coloring made it look like a dark purple night sky. The upper part of her wings were decorated in circles and lines of dark purple outlined in pearl white. A fin ran between her black pair crown horns, a lighter metallic purple color, peaking at nearly 5' at mid neck and then trailing back down to 1' following the length of her body to her tail where it stopped as her tail's tip became a scissor like jointed blade. She was thirty feet tall, and fifty feet long, counting her neck and tail.

Slowly she rose again, careful of the chain and followed the chain back to where it bolted into the ground by four strong bolts she had no hope of ripping up. Still she tried, first gripping it in her jaws and trying to rip it up and then gripping it with her front paws and trying with the help of her wings beating. Still she had no chance of budging the reinforced plate. She gave up, moving toward the bars she found the chain prevented her from getting close enough to them to try bending the bars. Growling she narrowed her glowing eyes, having a strong feeling she could probably escape that way, and her captors knew this and thusly chained her. She retreated back to the concrete wall she could reach and laid down, head on her front paws, warily resting for the moment.

Somehow she drifted to a dreamless slumber, and was awakened by a loud threatening roar. She bolted to her feet with a startled yet defensive growl. There was light she realized, looking around she saw she was in some sort of massive structure with cages set on both sides of a hall. In the cage across from hers there was another dragon, a male with dark black ebony scales. He was much older then her, and paced his confined cage with no chains. Her eyes narrowed on him, confused as to why the larger male did not snap the bars and escape. He let out a gruff growl with every step as he paced back and forth completely oblivious to her.

"Fool!" She growled toward the ignorant black dragon, in the common tongue of Dragonic "Why do you not escape?" She demanded, moving cautiously toward the bars nearest him as close as the length of chain would let her. She had never met a black dragon, though she had heard all the stories of their nasty reputation for being bullies, cruel, and darkened. She however, had never been told they were idiots.

The black was a good sixty feet, though the Black Dragon was known for growing much larger then most other species of dragon. She guessed he was about four times her age, when she was as old as he was she would only be a few feet taller and longer then she was now. His scales were ebony black his belly scales blue-black. His face was skull like, twisted horns coming out from both side of his head and coming forward toward his nose tipped in blood red. His lips were blood red, and his eyes flickered off and on red. She noticed he had many scars across his form, and one of his legs looked mangled. As she spoke the beast whirled around on her and charged the cage, making the whole building shudder as he let out a fierce some snarl.

She backpedaled, and so did he. Ears flat to her head she considered the beast a moment before she heard the same fearsome roar that woke her up originally, and it was not from the black. It was from the other side of her cage. The black went back to pacing his nostrils flaring as he eyed the female across the hall. Cautiously she neared as close as she could to the other side of her cage, and saw that in the distance sunlight broke through a gated door where she could make out shadows moving. It was from this place the sounds came. A low growl came, and she wondered if other dragons were fighting their captors.

She glanced back to the pacing black, she had never been told the black were dimwitted, but perhaps indeed they were. He may be too stupid to release himself but perhaps she could trick him into freeing them both. She knew she could outrun him if needed, afterall he was threelegged. Slowly she turned back around dragging her chain along behind her as she let out a soft mocking call at the black, and began letting out little low challenging grunts akin to catcalls. The black didn't take much to get mad, he rammed the bars again and again, the building shuddering so badly a few pieces of the roof fell. This encouraged her enough she reared up to her hind legs, using her tail to carefully balance herself and stretched out her wings wide, arching her neck and opening her maw wide so that all of her pearly fangs were visible. She roared loudly mocking the black, encouraging him to get her if he dared.

The black was easily coerced, he charged again, this time one of the bars fell away. Her eyes lit up as she set herself back on all four paws carefully, bringing her wings close as she watched the bar fall to the ground with a loud clang. Still more bars needed to fall if the black was to escape, the one gap now barely allowed his nose to stick out. She growled again, and began to move right, head lowered, she continued her pestering of the black.

From the corner of her eye she saw something move outside the bars of her cage and whirled around in time to see two humans. Humans! She snarled angrily realizing all of a sudden she was caged by the alien beasts. She forgot the black entirely as she charged at the humans. At the same time the human lifted something she did not clearly recognize, and a loud bang was heard. As the chain tensed and jerked her back from her charge she felt a sudden strong pain in her chest and stumbled backward falling to her side with a loud thud. All at once her head seemed heavily and her vision blurry. The humans had killed her!? She thought wildly as she fought to remain alert... remain alive. Fought the blackness trying to consume her. Her chest seemed so heavy she could hardly breath, yet her hearing was dangerously acute even as her sight failed her. She heard the black snarl, another loud bang, a thud. Human footsteps, words she did not understand. She had never learned the human tongue.

"Did you see that, never even been in the pit and already picking a fight with Skull." He said with a chuckle.

"She might end up being an excellent pitfighter." Another voice said.

"Nah, Scarlet will mop the floor with her." Said the first voice.

"Well since she wanted to tango with Skull let's-" And the voices faded from her hearing and her world faded to darkness.

Chapter Three

Adilia gazed around the woods, she was looking for something but she couldn't really remember what it was. Slowly she padded down the dirt path, through the woods that seemed familiar but she couldn't recall why.

"Adilia!" a male voice called that was so warm and familiar and still she did not recall whose voice it was. She knew she should know. It felt like she knew the voice. But no face came to mind. She was confused and it was beginning to annoy her. She sat down defiantly looking around her for the source of the voice, ears back, neck bent. "Addy... what are you doing?"

The voice was right in front of her and she looked up sharply to see a strange figure standing before her, but it was so blurry she couldn't make out any features. The figure was humanoid, but not human, it had wings. Humans didn't have wings.

She moved to a stand, and backed away warily. Her ears perked forward as she studied the blurry scentless image.

"Addy... don't you trust me?" The voice asked, moving toward her, it's arms outstretched toward her. Simultaneously her response was yes and no. She should trust him, she didn't know why but she wanted to. Yet something told her this creature had betrayed her somehow despite the fact she didn't remember whom it was. Tentatively she reached her muzzle toward the hand, to sniff it.

Adilia woke up with a moan as something struck her right side, her eyes opened peeling her from her dream confused and groggy. It took her a moment to realize her predicament. Something was on her side, she looked up and saw the blueblack chest of the black male she had been caged across from atop her. No bars between them the male was... mounting her!? She rose suddenly with a growl and surprised the larger male who backed off from her. As she rose she realized all four of her legs were chained to the ground by thick short chains that let her have only a few feet of slack.

She was outside! A blue sky filled with sunlight was above her. She could smell fresh air amidst the stank of blood, sex, and death. She was standing on red dirt, reddened by blood from the smell. In some places pools of blood and remnants of scales, bones, chains, broken teeth, and broken claws laid about. She growled again whirling around as best she could to face the black as she rose. There were thick huge walls all around them, but the roof was open to the sky.

She was muzzled she realized, tightly enough she could not open her maw even to breath much less bite. Her tail slammed into the ground in irritation as she narrowed her eyes on the black. His red glowing eyes never left her, she could smell the lust upon him. Though she had never mated before, she was far too young yet, she knew what the male wanted from her. Blacks were known for being darkness aligned monsters, but never had she been told they were rapist.

He was not chained as she was and thusly had the upper hand. He seemed to know it too judging by the fairly amused toothy grin across his skull like maw. She snarled at him, baring her teeth as best she could muzzled as she was. She made every instinctual move to show him she was not interested. She brought her tail down, slipping between her back legs to prevent easy access and curling tightly around one of her legs to ensure he would have a tough time pulling it away if he tried. Ears back she backed off as best she could putting more distance between them.

The black watched her like she were prey. She could not understand why he did not run away if he was unchained. He could surely fly away or climb out. But instead he was antagonizing her. She heard loud noises around her, it confused her as she glanced around and saw that that at the top there were humans sitting or standing watching the two dragons, hundreds of them. At the very top on each side were a group of six humans holding something. Her ears flattened as tightly against her head as they could. No wonder the black did not try to escape, the humans were waiting for that.

"Skull likes his new prize!" Some loud voice said, to the applause and whooping of the gathered humans. The sound was deafening. Adilia crouched down as it assaulted her sensitive ears. She did not understand the words or what was going on. The black seemed to be driven mad by the sound, rearing up he snarled and swiped at the air his massive claws whistling through the air. She saw though that he had a hard time rearing, noting how he had to lean heavily on his tail and right wing due to his mangled left hind leg. She also noted that both of his wings were nubs, they looked as if they had been snapped off. No wonder he did not fly away.

"But Skull must fight for the right to this newly acquired female!" The voice called, as a loud scraping sound was heard. Her head turned to face the sound, as did the blacks. The gate over one of the four doors was opening. There were gates at each side; the farthest right gate was opening. From it another dragon stepped out. This one was much stockier then the black was. It was smaller though, only about 40'. It was heavily built, and armored like a tank. She did not recognize the species but it was clearly a ground type of dragon, it had no wings.

The stocky male was a Mossy Rock Dragon, he was all muscle, built for physical power. He was slow, but he was well protected. He was a moss green color over the greater portion of his body. Gray bone plates, far harder then diamond, lined the back of his neck, down the length of his body, the tip of his muzzle, and shoulder's provided even greater protection then his already thicker then normal scales. His underbelly a lighter greenish tinged yellow. A thick dewlap ran from his chin to the middle of his neck. His short barbed tail tipped lashed back and forth as he ambled slowly into the arena.

Stubby ears preened forward toward the female and the black. The new male's nostrils flared and contracted as he considered them.

"Welcome to the Bloodclaw Dragon Fighting Arena, today we pit the long standing champion of fury Skull vs. the up and coming unbeatable Baron." The crowd went crazy. The black snarled at the noise snapping his jaws, while the larger creature simply glanced around. Adilia did not know what was being said, but she really did not like being chained down between two strange males, one of which already tried to rape her. She tried to pull free of the chains, tried desperately to rip them loose.

"Betting will close in thirty seconds." The voice said, a few moments later it followed with a "Let the fight begin!" The humans at the very top moved. Adilia glanced up to see what was going on at the same time many loud bangs were heard. Adilia, Baron, and Skull all let out startled snarls as they were each hit. The two males were hit with four darts. All four stuck out of Baron's chest. Skull had two in the right side, one in the neck, and one in his chest. The black turned on himself ripping the darts out, Baron ignored his. The crowd cared as the shots were fired and then fell deathly silent waiting with bated breaths to see the result.

Adilia hadn't been hit with any darts though. Instead large fist sized paintball like balls hit her and splattered along her hide a clear substance. She was hit by 16 of these things, each hit hurt a little like being struck by a fast moving rock. She danced and cried out against the balls that rained upon her hide, curling up into a ball shivering in fear and confusion her head hiding beneath her wing. When all was said and done she had large globs of the substance running down her flanks and sides.

Barons nose went up in the air, nostrils pulling in deep breaths a forked tongue dancing out from his blunted muzzle tip tasting the scent in the air. The black too was nose up nostrils flaring, his gaze fell upon the huddled up female, the source of the new scent.

Each ball had contained powerful artificial heat smell, that simulated the scent of a female dragon in deep heat. Though the human's version was much more potent, years of research had been able to identify which hormones were needed in the scent to trigger more reaction in the males. Adilia was in shock at the human's vileness. She knew the scent that covered her, it was not the first time she had smelled it though it was the first time it had come from her. She was not sure exactly what the humans were up to but she had the sinking feeling it would end up with her beneath one of these males.

The darts had contained heavy levels of steroids, hormones, and drugs that would heighten the physical ability of the males, increase their lust, and aggression to the point it overrode any sentient thought into a pure instinctual monster with only the desire to seek mating, and fight over anything. The drugs would turn wise patient dragons into sex crazed territorial animals in a matter of minutes. Repeated exposure to them would lessen that response time.

The black succumbed to the rising lust and aggression quickly. He snarled and stalked toward the female, moving to mount her. Adilia shrieked and kicked as best she could, striking the male in the belly. His response was swift and brutal as he drew claws across her side scratching across her scales harmlessly and brought his head down over hers gripping her smaller head in his massive jaws. His teeth puncture and threatened to crush her head, she fell still with a whimper as he once again moved over the dragoness.

As the black moved over the female Baron snarled. He started as fast as his large bulky form could toward the two, growling the entire time his stubby muzzle baring all of his sharp fangs. He lumbered toward them, the ground trembling. The crowd around them began to cheer as he moved.

The black ignored him, intent on taking the female for himself; he could smell she was a virgin. He drew his head high, holding the female's head still dragging her to a stand to avoid having her head ripped off. Adilia's eyes teared as the black's teeth began to draw blood, her head twisted upward at a painful angle threatening to snap her neck if she fought much. Her front legs could not touch the ground because of how high the black was pulling her head and she was forced to brace herself with her wings as he brought his front paws around her chest and pushed her back against his belly scales.

Baron leapt, his front paws reaching forward to strike the black first, claws ripping forth from his paws. The black busy with his total conquest of the female did not notice the lumbering giant and was struck full on. His jaws parted as the air rushed out of him releasing the female's head. Adilia fell to the ground on her side as the black was thrown off of her, and laid there curling up terrified now. A sickening crack heard as the black was sent flying across the arena landing in a wave of dirt and disappearing in the dust of his wake. Baron landed standing across the female, his front claws covered in Skull's blood. He opened his maw wide and roared a direct challenge at the black dragon hidden in the dust.

Adilia glanced up at the tank of a dragon as he roared, the male didn't seem to be like the black. He glanced down at the shivering female beneath him, his eyes were a golden yellow in color as he considered the female, no glow to them. She could see a strange craze within them clouding them more and more as time passed, it confused her and scared her. He drew his head close to hers, sniffing at her muzzle. She froze up as he neared her letting out a whimper. His head cocked as she whimpered, lifting his head to glance back to where the black had landed.

The crowd was screeching their approval or displeasure depending on who they had betted on. Skull drug himself back to a stand with a furious snarl, blood dripping down from his nose and rended side. He breathed heavily, some ribs broken from the impact. He answered the roar with one of his own, droplets of blood flecking from his muzzle as he shook the dust and blood from his form. He charged Baron, full on with no hint of intimidation or pain, only intense anger.

The dark form peeled out of the dust at full speed toward the female and Baron, and Baron rushed forward to meet him. The two collided a dozen or so yards from Adilia whom scrambled to her feet and desperately fled as far as the chains would let her from the two trying to rip her chains free, to escape and fly away. The manacle began to rip into her ankles and wrists as she frantically tried to break free.

Skull was waiting to deliver a bite to the underside of Baron's neck as the two collided. He was more agile then Baron was, and had his front claws ready to rip into the other male's chest as he bit at his neck. Baron's scales protected him entirely from the claws, one of Skull's claws broke off in his hide as the black's jaws closed around his dewlap and ripped through without much damage other then the rips. Baron jerked his front to the side rearing up and throwing the black off. Skull was ready this time though, landing on his feet he narrowed his glowing eyes of red on the other dragon. Once again Skull went for Baron. Baron waited and spun around as the black neared trying to catch the black on his tail barb.

Skull leapt up above the tail and landed on the back of the smaller dragon. Baron was taken by surprise by that tactic and fell to his front knees at the sudden weight on his back. The black wasted little time delivering bites to the back of the other male's neck and back, but only found the plates there were far too powerful to bite through. Baron rolled, and the black leapt from his back.

Skull growled growing irritated as Baron moved back to his feet. The drugs raging through his system he turned back toward the female, and rushed her instead. Adilia was so busy trying to escape she did not notice the male until he had leapt upon her, and thrown. The wind was knocked from her lungs as her back slammed into the ground hard, twisting her back legs at an unnatural painful angle as they were pulled against the chains. The black moved quickly to subdue the female. His jaws closed around the base of her neck and closed, cutting off her breath. His front paws pushed hers down, and held them there and his hindlegs forcing hers apart. He thrusted blindly at her, trying to bury himself within her quickly. Her tail however still was in the way, and his thrusts achieved nothing. She began to sob though as best she could as she felt his member upon her.

Baron started after Skull as he moved toward the female but was not quickly enough to get there before the black. He arrived just as the male started to hump the female, and spun around, his thick tail coming around, barbs aimed at the side of the black, the 3' 6' long barbs slammed into the occupied black spearing him and ripping him off the female, to the ground beside her.

Skull's maw parted as he let out a shriek as the barbs hit him, blood dribbling in globs from his mouth spilling onto the female's head and neck as he was thrown to the side. His teeth ripped the female's neck slightly as he landed beside her still impaled on the tail. Skull writhed in pain as Baron jerked his tail barbs from the black, the ivory barbs covered in blood. Blood spurted out of the holes, more from one then the other. Skull was mortally wounded, in his death throes he shrieked and growled, bubbling blood from his nose. His heart impaled he died there beside the female. The crowd erupted into a series of boos and happy cheers.

"Skull has bit the dust, Baron goes undefeated again! To the victor go the spoils!"

Baron growled shaking his form of whatever blood had splattered upon his hide. Adilia laid where she had fallen, and glanced up to Baron her eyes wide with fear as she considered the male. He drew himself to a rear, balancing himself on two legs and his tail he let out a massive roar, claws still out on his paws as he parted his maw so wide the webbing on either side could be seen. He brought himself down carefully, and shook his form off again.

Adilia slowly turned to her side, taking the strain off her hindlegs. As she moved Baron snarled at her, turning to face her he began to sniff taking the heat scent up again. If Adilia thought that Baron had saved her from rape all sense of security would go away as she saw the male's cloacae parting and the head of the male's penis slowly growing hard there.

She cringed back and let out a long whimper, hoping to get some sense of decency from the male that seemed more there then the black was. The male's eyes showed conflict, there was a haze there of lust and aggression but she saw deep wisdom in those eyes. The male growled at her, bringing his head to sniff hers, moving his nose down her neck taking deep breaths of her scent.

"Your smell good." The male replied as he lifted his head, and perked his ears forward. He moved his head to smell the spots of scent on her sides, his tongue flicking across her scales there tasting the scent. She whimpered as he licked her. Slowly the male's attention moved to the privates her tail covered, he brought his head to them, and pushed his muzzle between her tail and her privates sniffing deeply of her scent. She began to sob as she realized the male would take her regardless of her age or wishes, turning her head away to look at the wall as the male moved over her his member hard.

He used a front paw to pry her tail up a little near where it covered her privates and wedged his member between her tail and belly, before he began to hump her. He did not enter her though, simply using the pressure and warmth of her belly and tail to bring him to orgasm. She glanced back up to him tears in her eyes confused as he used her. When he was close he let out a rumbling purr, and coated her belly with his cum. He drew back then, and several loud bangs brought blackness to both their worlds.

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Chapter Four

"Addy!" The familiar voice called, "Where are you Addy?"

She didn't know why but she wanted so desperately to find that voice's owner. Wanted to see and smell them. She missed them. She couldn't even remember who it was, what they looked like... who they were to her. But the voice... she longed to answer it. She called out to it.

"I am over here..." As she looked around the clearing expectantly. A rustle in the brush nearby caught her attention and she bounded toward with hope that it was the voice's owner. As she peeked into the brush however red piercing eyes glared back at her, and a shadowy dragon figure seemed to appear out of nowhere. The stuff of nightmares, and she screamed.

Adilia woke with a great deal of aches in her body letting out a little shriek from her nightmare. The wounds received from the black dragon on her head were throbbing. Slowly she remembered her predicament, and how very close she came to being raped the day before. The black's blood dried to dark black on her face and chest. Slowly she looked around, dreading the sight of bars. When she did she bars she let out a whimper, her ears going back. There was consolation however in that she was caged alone. At least there was some measure of peace here.

She wore no muzzle, and no chains this time. The prospect of pulling the bars down however was quickly thrown out the window when she tried to rise and pangs of searing pain shot up her hindlegs enough that she collapsed back to lay with a little cry. Both of her back legs were badly swollen and sprained, and now that she had tried to stand they throbbed mercilessly. The lingering scent of heat still covered her from the pellets, and the cum of the male whom had used her coated her underbelly. She felt dirty, her form shivering as she laid her head down with a long disenchanted sigh.

"You are young." Came a deep, familiar voice. The tongue was generic dragonic. It was Baron, laying in the cage beside hers. She glanced toward him, narrowing her eyes a bit at the dark figure. She realized then that she was in a far more occupied section of the building. Beside her on both sides were other dragons, and across the hall as well. Each caged in their own cage.

She considered the male, ears back. Baron watched her silently a moment, somewhere in the distance a crazed roar broke the silence. Adilia glanced back toward its origin but whatever made it was out of sight. When she glanced back she found Baron still watching her.

"What hell is this?" She asked finally her voice kept to a low whisper.

"The humans call it a pit arena." He answered. "They force us to fight for their amusement, usually to the death. Sometimes less kind."

Adilia's ears went back further at this news. She had never heard of such a thing, but she had kept far away from humans. She distrusted the humans but could not recall why. Something to do with her parents yet she could not remember anything about her parents. She tried desperately to recall something, a face, words, anything from her not long ago child hood. As she tried to push passed the blurry blackness within her own mind to seek answers about who she was a burst of pain overtook her. She jumped, letting out a startled hiss.

Baron cocked his head at her, and lifted an eyecrest.

"Are you alright child?" He asked. She glared toward him taking offense to the word child. He offered her an apologetic smile recognizing immediately she was annoyed at the choice of word. "Well, what should I call you then?"

The fact she had to think on the answer annoyed her. She should know her own name. But the fact of the matter was she could not easily recall it. It took several minutes before she answered, which only deepened the frown on Baron's muzzle. She desperately searched within once more for answers, remembering the dream. Addy.. the voice had called her Addy... Addy was a shortened name, a pet name, that only her parents called her. Suddenly it came to her.

"Adilia!" She blurted out rather loudly, as if screaming it in the face of the void that threatened to consume all of her memories. Baron quietly considered her.

"I see." He replied, his voice deep but with a feeling of gentle patience to it. "Well Adilia... my name is Mahkah. And until I lose you in battle, I believe that you are considered mine by the humans."

To that Adilia snarled, her eyes narrowing on the male whom dared to say such words.

"I belong to no one." She growled, warningly. Mahkah cocked his head slightly at her reaction, but he understood it. At one time he had a similar reaction to his predicament.

"You are the human's now, we live by their rules until we can escape this madness." He replied, quietly. "So far escape has not been easily achieved."

"I am not the human's anything!" She growled her tail twitching at the thought, she looked around angrily trying to find someway to escape this terrible place. When she got out she would rain hell upon this place and free all the dragons here. "What happens now?"

"You are hurt, so you will be kept apart from me for the moment, when you can stand again, they will merge our pens." He replied, though there was a hint of hesitation in his voice as he answered the question. "Eventually they will decide to fight me again, and use either you or the other male's female or a completely new one as the primer. There is no constant to that. Before you there was another female here with me, but they took her while I was fighting for you."

"Took her where?" She asked, ears back. She didn't like a single part of this. She would fake being hurt to avoid being caged with the strange male.

"I do not know, when I woke she was not here." Mahkah replied, some tinge of worry and sadness in his tone.

Adilia was quiet a long time, considering her position. She wished she could remember how she got into this state. She did not remember how it was she became captured. The truth was she could not remember anything clearly before waking in the cage chained.

"How long have you been here?" She asked the male finally. He glanced away, his head tucked chin to neck as he answered.

"I believe I have been in this place a year. They stole me while I slept and stripped my magic from me." Mahkah replied. The word magic perked Adilia's ears up. She had forgotten! She was a dragon, she had a breathweapon. Her species had one that was fairly nasty, called Star Shards, it was a strange bluish glittery powder that was fired at high pressure creating a powerful sandblasting like effect. It could strip flesh from bone, surely it could reduce the bars of her cage to nothing.

She drew a deep breath, and turned her head to face the bars. Activating the breathweapon was as simple as moving her tail, it merely took thought to contract the two sacs on either side of her throat that contained the powder, and air to push through them at high pressure. However, as she exhaled sharply forcing the air through the glands all that came forth was a slight puff of blue and then nothing. She was left coughing and breathing in deep gulps of air unsure of what happened. Mahkah shook his head.

"Your breath glands have been drained." He said softly, "I am not sure when, but they drain them often. Perhaps when they knock us out."

Adilia let out a long frustrated growl as she laid her head down and closed her eyes. She was running out of ideas, and running out of steam. Her stomach growled, she could not remember the last time she had eaten. She couldn't remember a whole lot of things. A long sigh escaped her maw as she laid there silently. She was reluctant to open her eyes, not really wishing to see the bars and hopelessness around her.

She did however when she heard a loud grating sound like metal scraping across metal. She lifted her head but could not see where the sound was coming from. The soft whisperings of humans speaking in their indecipherable tongue could be heard, as well as the movement of something large. A short snarl was heard, followed by a strong yelp of pain that was clearly dragonic. Her ears went back to her head, as the sounds grew closer. She wanted to flee to the back of her cage, but her throbbing back legs made her think twice on such a move.

A moment later the humans came into view, and she could not stifle the snarl that seeing the tiny insects that had caged her like an animal brought to her. Her teeth bared she watched with a clearly angered expression as the two legged beast clung to a strange rope. The rope was a breaking line, hooked to a halter like device on the head of a Green Dragon. The halter came around the muzzle of the beast just behind the nostrils and again at the broader point where the forehead began, and then again behind the head.

The green was hesitantly following the humans backward movement as they held the leash, being lead around like a horse might almost. There was a clear look of fear in the deep yellow eyes of the young male green. The rope and muzzle were both electrified, resistance would meet with a sharp painful shock, which he had already discovered. The humans lead him away, and he kept far as he could from them, without letting the line get taunt.

"What are they doing..." She asked of Mahkah.

"He must have been sold, perhaps they decided not to use him for the arena. That is the only time they lead them away like that." He said, his voice low, "When they have been sold."

She growled at the thought of humans selling dragons like pieces of meat, and laid her head down fuming at the very notion. She did not however get much time to brood, for a moment later another grating sound was heard. This time it was accompanied by a loud feral growl. In the cage across the hall the occupant that had laid silent huddled in the corner all this time suddenly shot to their feet, and let out a fearful whimper.

It was hard to make out the dragon across from her, its scales were dark but not black more purple in tone. Another loud snarl was heard as another form, also dragonic came from out of view, running straight for the other. Adilia let out a gasp as the two forms met, and the new one closed its jaws around the throat of the other.

The new dragon was slightly larger then the purple one, and it was blue in color fading to a light blue underbelly. It had a ragged fin that was bitten and torn to bits hanging in tufts around its head. It didn't take long to figure out what was happening across the hall, but the horror of it clung to Adilia, as she watched unable to look away.

The blue had the purple's head pushed into the corner of the cage, and was shaking his head back and forth with a terrible aggressive rumble. Frantically the blue was humping his captive, as the purple screeched as best she could. The blue was already aroused, and in such a state of frenzy he could not easily find what he wanted. He was however in the wrong position for what he sought, her head forced into the corner made the female rise up onto her hindlegs. The position was anything but natural for a dragon to couple in.

The female recovered from the shock of it all after a moment, and brought her front claws down into the males shoulders as best she could, rending flesh and scale eliciting a rather startled shriek from the male. He did not however, let go of her neck, the shriek left his clenched teeth and he just bit harder down, chocking the female's air from her.

Blood trickled from beneath his jaws, and from his shoulders where her claws dug at him. If he felt the pain of it, he gave little sign though. The female's fight left her as she struggled to breath, and for a brief moment it looked as if she might pass out before she twisted suddenly and with great force around, ripping her neck painfully from the males mouth and took off swiftly toward the other side of the cage her neck bleeding profusely.
The male wasted little time in trying to grab her, his front paws went to snatch at her, claws out, as she took off, missing awkwardly in his lust filled craze. He turned to follow and Adilia got a fairly good look at his tapered member, already dribbling with pre. The blue had nasty scars all over his sides and flanks, it was clear this was hardly his first battle.

He managed to pounce the female from behind as she felt, and his jaws gripped the base of her neck his front legs pushing her to the ground pinning her there. He wasted little time now that he had her in a more favorable position, it took four attempts before he found purchase. It brought a whole new level of screeching from the female as well as renewed struggles to break free. The male mercilessly held her down, jaws closing a bit more tightly as he forced himself into the tightness that tried so desperately to push him out, inch by ruthless inch until he hilted there.

His captive bleated in pain and writhed trying to escape until he finally hilted and hesitated a moment there within her. The fullness made the female uncomfortable, but the pain died off as he rested within her, her walls slowly accepting the intruder. He drew out after a moment, a slight suckling sound heard as he drew all but the tip out, and drove himself back in again once more erupting the female into cries of pain and attempts to get away. His front claws dug into her shoulders as he pushed her forcefully down, his head shaking once to the left, ripping her neck a bit, bringing her struggles to a stop.

He gave no more hesitation, he drew out again and hilted again, beginning a ravaging rhythm that left the female's chest bouncing on and off the floor hard. Little care to her pleasure, though despite her predicament she could not help but slowly lose the pained cries into soft moans of building pleasure her privates moistening to make the event less painful. She was not enjoying this, but she could not deny her body's reaction to the event. Her eyes closed as she quit her struggles and resolved herself to what was happening. Waiting for it to end.

The male continued ramming her hard, until his member's end seemed to writhed suddenly about within her like a snake, a strange bulge moving up it as he hilted hard one last time and let out a lust filled roar of conquest. Within the purple dragoness his seed sprayed forth, coating her womb, his member plugging any exit as he remained buried within her until his member drew back into his cloacae to ensure his seed would be given the best chance to impregnate the female. Once his member drew out only a small trickle came forth from her.

The blue drew back from her, retracting his claws and releasing her neck his chest heaving heavily. He shook his form, sending his blood from his shredded shoulders raiding all over the floor and the female. The female remained where she was, her eyes tightly closed as she tried to recover her composure, her neck bleeding in two places, as was her shoulders.

Adilia watched still her eyes wide in horror as the blue circled away from the female he had just raped, his attention for a second fell on her. She could not help but shrink back from the male's mercilessly crazed eyes of blue. There was nothing but anger and lust in that gaze, no intelligence touched them. He snarled at her, ramming the cage and clawing as best he could through the bars to try and reach her, his member already dropping forth again.

Mahkah roared suddenly from the cage beside Adilia, and she shrank back in fear at the sound her head snapping from the crazed blue across the hall to the cage beside her where the giant green male had moved to the place closest to the blues cage and narrowed his eyes on the blue. The blue turned his anger to the other male then, his jaws snapping hard on the bars of the cage, trying to rip free to kill Mahkah and take the other female as well. After a moment of failure the blue turned in anger letting out a spiteful snarl as his attention once more fell on the purple female whom laid still where he had thrown her down before. Lust clouding his gaze the male moved swiftly to the female he had access to. He moved over her, and she did not even try to stop him this time as he rammed himself once more inside her and began to once more roughly take her.

Adilia closed her eyes tightly as the blue raped the purple again across from her, unable to blot out the terrible sounds. Over and over the scenario repeated itself, the blue mounting the female and orgasmed within the dominated purple, until the blue finally passed out from exhaustion though his seed had long since been spent.

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Chapter Six

"What have you done?" The voice asked her, as she sat before the shadowy figure, head low, ears low. Her gaze focused on her feet as the accusing words pierced her. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?"

The change in tone, the disgust, the anger made her cringe beneath its weight. She fell to a lay choking back a guilty sob as she uttered many attempts to speak, but not finding the words. How could one explain such a tasteless act of disgrace?

"I.. didn't mean to..." She finally managed. The shadowy figure would have none of it.

"You did not MEAN to butcher a cage terrified creature and consume its flesh!?" It accused? "Where is your honor, your morals?! You disgust me Adilia."

The pure hatred in his tone assaulted her more then any blows could, she let out a little cry and her head fell to the ground with a sob.

"I tried to fight it." She mumbled, "I couldn't... stop my.. self."

"You are a killer. A murder!" The voice of the one person she wanted so desperately to please accused her. The words were like swords in her heart.

The dragoness woke with a start, breathing hard as she lurched into a half sit. Her eyes were filled with tears, her head held low. What had she done? She could not deny what had happened. Even now the blood of the poor cat stained her, assaulted her nostrils with its putrid scent. A scent that bothered her far worse then the stench of the dungeon. Bits of its flesh still lingered on her form.

"Are you... alright?" Came a voice very near her. The shock of another's presence nearby drew her from her self loathing as she looked toward it and realized it was the male, Mahkah. Standing nearby, with no bars between them. Her ears and fin went back, but the original fear of the male no longer assaulted her. Instead the thoughts of what she had done, the life she had so cruelly taken roamed over and over again in her thoughts and she sank to a lay with a low pained wail.

He looked confused at the reaction, expecting another sniping remark, or maybe even her to attack him. Slowly he approached, and moved to lay beside her. "What... what happened?"

"I murdered an innocent frightened creature... I... ate... ate it live..." She said after a few minutes trying to bring the words to being. She expected him to recoil in horror and flee her. But he did not, he slowly moved his front paws to her head, and turned it to look at him.

"Why did you do this?" He asked as he gazed into her watery eyes. She looked away quickly, sniffling a bit.

"I don't... know. I couldn't stop myself... I tried... but..." She closed her eyes and let out a long breath.

"Did they shoot you?" He asked her.

"What..." She asked, lifting her head a bit.

"Those things that stick us, did they hit you with them, a loud bang, and then the stickers stuck into you?"

"Yes..." She said softly. He shook his head at her, and moved to grasp her head again. She resisted this time, and he gently used a bit of force to turn her head toward him.

"Look at me Adilia, this is not you. This is not your doing, your choice, or your fault. The things they hit us with make us do these things. It is control of some sort. I would never kill another dragon without good cause, but they have made me kill. They have made me rape others. With these... things."

She looked at him, her gaze confused. Here was this monster that not many hours ago she was disgusted by. Whom she had thought a violent rapist, a horrible excuse for a dragon. And now here she laid, thinking the same of herself... and all this was due to the humans doing? Her eyes closed, and her head fell back down with a thud. He let her head fall, but brought a paw to rest on her muzzle.

"You are not responsible for what they make you do. You must believe at least this." He said to her softly.

"Perhaps in time... but that doesn't make me feel any less bad, or the memories fade." She answered hoarsely. There was a long silence after her words, and when she opened her eyes to look as to why she saw that he was looking down as well, his eyes closed, a pained sort of expression on his own face.

"I know..." He said, with the weight of much guilt upon his voice. Slowly he laid he his beside hers, a few tears slipping from his muzzle. She lifted her head a moment, and gazed up at the ceiling. If she were trapped in this hell, she supposed she could have a worse fate then being trapped with someone that seemed gentle and kind. She glanced down at him as he laid there, and then slowly laid her head over his and drifted back to sleep.

Chapter Seven

She awoke when a sharp crashing sound interrupted her slumber, Mahkah was awoken by the same sound and quickly was on his feet. He seemed panicked as the sounds of sounds were heard down the hall, and a few moments later the sounds of an angry lusting male. He was breathing quickly as he looked to her. His eyes wide in fear, and concern.

"What..." She asked him, staying by the wall where she had slept as more shots were heard.

"The humans... they are going to force us together." He said, his voice a low whisper. He drew back from her, "Fight me!"

She gazed at him confused, slowly moving to a stand herself to face him, fin low, head cocked.

"What?" It was a strange thing, a day ago she would have gladly attacked this male. He mock charged at her, head low, mouth wide, shaking his form so that his dewlap lurched back and forth.

"Come fight me, attack! Or are you scared?" He said, trying to prod her into attacking him. She moved to a defiant sit, and snorted at him.

"I don't want to hurt you." He look exasperated.

"When they come to this cage, they will shoot us if we are not mating. They will make me rape you." He said, ears back. "If you hurt me badly, or kill me..."

"They will probably send me with another male, whom may or may not be so kind!" She yelped at him, lowering here head after she said the words. The words silenced both of them, even she had been surprised to blurt them out. But there was truth to them and they both knew it. Though it may save her from this fate today, tomorrow her fate may be far worse then the gentle mostly sane male before her now. He looked away, bothered by the circumstances. She looked at him, flustered and without much time to think. "I do not want to hurt you. And I do not want to kill you."

"You said I was a monster, I am a monster Adilia. Look what I do, I kill other dragons, when they shoot me I will hurt you. I deserve to die." He pleaded with her, but he did not look at her. His words bothered her, more so because a day ago she would have easily agreed with him. Perhaps even chided him into hurting himself or letting her. If the circumstances had happened one day ago she would have rended the male, perhaps even... killed him. The thought bothered her. She had jumped too quickly to judgment. Her father... as little as she could remember and as painful as it was everytime she did remember... he had taught her not to judge something for what it seemed until she looked deeper. She should have known there was more to this.

"No." She said in a harsh firm whisper, moving toward him she put her head under his and tried to lift it. His head was far heavier and she would never be able to move it without his help but he lifted it as she pushed up. She pushed her form to his chest, leaning against him heavily. "You are not a monster, remember your own words, you do not carry responsibility for what they make you do. This is not your fault. Never give up hope, hope only leaves when you are dead. Never long for death, always have hope or you will turn into a monster. You do not deserve to die."

"And you do not deserve to be raped or hurt." He said, as more shots were heard very near. She closed her eyes, her thoughts wild, but clear. She had little choice now. It was going to happen either way. She could let the humans turn it into something terrible. Or she could chose where, when, how... and with who. It was a limited choice, but it was better then what could happen here. She recalled the poor purple female, that is not what she wanted.

"Then lets not make it be that way." She said softly, moving around him she rubbed her side and head against his side. And offered him a playful little murr. He looked at her confused, but followed her around, his tail flicking to and fro cautiously.

"Are you sure?" He asked, looking rather bothered.

"If I must lose my childhood so soon... I would chose you of the many males here." She offered, her fin rising slightly. Mahkah wrinkled his nose a bit, and moved to nuzzle her head gently.

"I am not sure that is a compliment... but I am... honored." He said, glancing toward the hall as the humans started toward them. "But perhaps for this moment we can trick them..."

Quickly the male moved over the female, in a pusedo mount and before she could react he reached his head over her back and gripped his jaws gently but firmly at the based of her neck pulling back on her flesh there. This was a spot that cause a flood of rather strong natural hormones in dragons. Adilia let out a little meek murr as the male did this.

The humans stopped in front of the cage and saw the male over the female and made snide remarks about him being so easily aroused. Laughing they continued down the hall and once they were out of sight he released Adilia whom had gone limp with the love bite. She nearly fell forward catching herself as she breathed in deeply and he climbed off of her.

"What was that?" She asked, having little in the knowledge of sexual exploration. She knew instinctively what went where, but aside from the rudimentary knowledge she was very much naïve. Mahkah glanced to her.

"I am sorry..." He said softly. She shook her head, and padded toward him, her head moving beneath his to nibble playfully at his neck.

"Don't be... it did not feel bad." She said softly, "I don't want my first time to be bad... to hurt... or be terrible and scary." She said, pushing into his chest again. He took a deep breath, and lowered his head to gently tuck her head against his neck.

"No one would." He reassured her. She drew a deep breath, and drew back.

"Then will you... show me how it should be?" She asked, looking up at him with a soft gaze. He looked confused.

"It should be with one of your choosing... one you love.... It is never supposed to be forced, or unpleasant. Or... frivolous." He said softly in reply. She shook her head.

"In this place, it will not be those things unless we make it special. So... I am asking you... please... show me... I want you to show me." She asked again, a bit more pleading. He looked away and sighed.

"This does not feel right, but I will... try." He said, moving to rub his head along her neck gently. She purred at him drawing her wings over him.

"Let it be right for just this moment if nothing else." She whispered to him. He drew away, running his head along her side, and then along the other, teasing her with little pressures here and there. The feelings were gentle and pleasant and she stood still as he gave them to her.

He took in her scent, her beauty. She was a beautiful female, and healthy still despite the circumstances. In any other instance he may have pursued her. If he knew her better, but for now he pushed all this aside. And devoted himself to ensuring if nothing else there would be one happy memory for her.

Adilia was new to the sensations she was feeling, as the male showered attention and gentle affection upon her, she rubbed him back. He was purring loudly as he ran along her chest, nibbling at her neck again and then slowly he drew his head beneath her. Nostrils flaring as he traced his head along her belly pausing before her cloacae. He blew air toward it, eliciting a loud sound from the female as a wave of new feeling slipped through her. Then all at once she felt his tongue slither against her tracing along the slit with an unimaginable amount of sensation for such a slight touch.

He could smell she was moist, and ready. And the smell was already causing him to harden and drop forth. He shivered, and withdrew his head to slowly come around and then carefully he drew himself atop her his belly running along her back until he paused by her shoulders lowering his head to lick and nibble between them to bring more pleasure to her.

She quivered with his attention, a building fire within her as she let the male's affection bring warmth into her. The terrible place they were faded away from thought, there was just them, there in a moment of gentle passion. He lifted his head running along the side of her neck and paused letting a soft hot breath loose nearby her ear.

"Are you sure?" He asked one last time, she offered no words, only a nod, as she backed up a bit to feel his hardness touch her underscales . He took the hint and slid into a better position on her back, and she could feel his tip slip slightly into her, feel the warmth of him against her. And the feelings seemed so amplified, and she longed to feel more. He did not torture her in waiting long, his hips bucked forth and pushed some of himself within her.

The feeling was so immensely pleasurable. She felt him slide into her, filling her with a fullness that made her feel complete in a way she had not felt before. Every beat of his heart she could feel within her, and it was as if they were one. Slowly he moved deeper, until he touched her barrier. He paused there a moment, to give her time to change her mind. But there was no changing her mind now. She did not want this to stop, she loved the feeling. The completeness, the feeling of sharing one body. She bucked against him, urging him onward. In one fluid movement he breeched the barrier, claiming her virginity and at the same time answering her growing demand.

There was pain, but it was brief, and replaced with a more complete wholeness as he hilted within her. The pain faded, and the small stain of blood along his shaft as he pulled out was minor. His exit made her feel empty, Slowly he entered again, and the pleasure was so much more marked now that she had felt a moment without him within her. This continued in a form of pleasurable torture, his drawing out emptying her of himself, and then in again bringing that pleasure back. Building into a quicker and quicker tempo.

Both forgot they were slaves forced to do the bidding of creatures in any other scenario they could crush easily. For one brief moment they were lovers, in a moment of bliss no one could steal from them. Finally when she felt that she could take the fire growing within her no more, there was a final surge from him as he buried within her fully. His member jerked and twitched, and she let out a long moan as she climaxed just moments before he did. Releasing himself within her, bringing two warm floods to meld together within her into a satisfied feeling of fullness, even as he exited her and drew back to all fours.

She was panting and as he moved off her she sank to a lay, looking at him with a tired yet fulfilled gaze. This was not where she expected to do such a thing her first time. But it was entirely as she had thought it would be. As he gave her a loving gaze and sank into a lay beside her she lifted a wing and closed it over him hugging him closely to her body.

Neither spoke a word as they laid their heads down, hers atop his. They did not need to speak. Each was drained from their passionate moment, and each knew the other had experienced the same passion. There was an unspoken bond formed in the moment, and the silence told everything.

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DRAGON RIDERS – A WAR PRIZE:

The dragon riders had come and the war was now to be done with. As the great winged beasts flew in the skies the warriors below looked up, both sides praying fervently that they're own armies had enlisted the dragons.

The many elves hidden within the walls peered thru windows and watched in mounting horror as the great giant reptiles began to attack their home, tearing buildings apart and picking up their large weaponry, like catapults. Spreading their wings wide the dragons lurched high in the air before dropping the heavy objects back to the earth, watching them smash below and kill many.

Arrows flew at the beasts but they turned in the air lifting their heads up so that the small sticks would not reach their vulnerable eyes. The arrows jabbed into their scaled underbelly but barely went deep enough to wound.

Screams of terror rang out as the dragons breathed fire and ice while others brought up whirl winds and caused tremors in the earth. The gates of the cities where tore open by the animals granting entry to the opposing army they had been hired by.

It seemed like the immortals had abandoned the city as the powerful dragons turned the elements against them. The sun had vanished behind thick clouds and caused a grey to settle over the doomed city.

The nobles and peasants ran about in a panic as they rushed for the doors and stairs of their homes hoping to get lost in the fray outside and make an escape. Others simply crumpled and began to wail, lamenting their soon to be deaths.

Tona watched with a strange detachment as people ran about her with wild panic in their eyes. The scene was all too familiar for the noble as flashbacks of a child standing in the middle of a hall as the invaders forced the door open and spilled inside kept repeating in her mind. A child's loud wail soon brought her back though and Tona looked to see a single boy abandoned in the hall.

With determined movements she suddenly began to collect children left behind and usher them into the side chamber of the main hall she was in. The elf knew if she gathered them and kept them alive until the end of the battle they would know mercy.

While the elves and dragons would slay male and female alike, they passed over the young, not seeing any worth in slaying the adolescents of their enemies beyond twisted cruelty.
The children would be taken and made people of the enemy, raised to become part of their society. Tona had been taken like so by this very city and she knew life could be worth living after a home fell.

A dragon smashed into the main hall and the screams went wild, there were no warriors here to fight the beast. The elf tripped as the building shook violently but she stumbled on trying to reach a single crying girl beside one the many pillars.

With easy swipes the creature clawed through people and let out violent mouthfuls of flames, killing numerous people with a single blast. The great feral dragon roared its dominance in a painfully loud cry. The elf covered her abused ears as she ran on, reaching the girl. Grabbing the child and pulling her to her feet, Tona shepherded the youth across the hall around and then behind the beast.

But has fate would have it the dragon turned just then and its face was inches from the terrified couple. Tears streamed down the child's face as the dragon looked at her with bland pupil-less eyes.

Desperately Tona attacked the beast, pummeling the hide that spears could not penetrate with her tiny fists if only to let the girl run. The dragon pulled back abruptly and shook his head a few times. With a snort it gave a rough sneeze the sent gouts of fire out of its nose. Falling to the floor to avoid the flames the elf wrapped her arms around the child and held her close as the beast turned back to them. Its seemingly empty eyes stared at her for a moment before its tongue lashed out. Inches away from her, the slimy appendage tasted the air near her and the elf shivered, turning her head away. Strands of drool dribbled down its open mouth as its tongue reached out to lick the side of her face. The noble female scrambled back but twisted her body to block the child firmly away from the feral animal.

"Make your damn choice!" a rough voice with feminine tones suddenly called out and the beast raised its head. Twisting its long neck it peered at its rider, who frowned back. It was a solid looking elf in leather armor. The female looked back at the beast without the slightest fear and frowned at it.

"Take her if you want, I don't mind," she told the dragon as if he could comprehend her words and the animal turned back to the elf and child. With a rough growl it turned and swiftly walked to the broken wall. Crawling to the edge it lifted its great wings open and jumped from the great height.

Breathless, Tona stared where the dragon had stood last. Petrified her gaze passed the broken stone to see the city was burning as other winged reptiles swooped about, lighting fires or knocking structures down. The child in her arms cried out weakly and clutched herself close as Tona came back to herself. Wiping her face where its slimy tongue had smeared on her she felt revulsion rise as she scrambled to get up and take the girl to the safety of the chamber full of children.

"She got back up," Regent commented loudly as her dragon, Methon looked back to see her words were true.

"Let's go get her, you deserve another," the female told him and squeezed his shoulders with her thighs, a sign that her words where an order.

The dragon whirled away from the building seeming to defy her before spinning back in the air and diving for the half ruined structure.
Landing with a hash shake of the earth the beast looked into the broken ceiling and reach a paw into the large hole. He shifted his clawed hind leg as the wall gave out under his weight. Grasping firmer stone he settled and again reached his paw out.

Tona screamed as the same dragon landed again, running for the room desperately she felt something beyond fear take her as the beast caught her in a lightning fast strike.
Strong pebbled hide crawled over her skin as the animal gasped her tightly and the child still in her arms. Pulling them to its chest, its other clawed arm wrapped around her firmly before he jumped off the high point once more.

Tona watched the floor rise and shift strangely as she was pulled out of the building.
Screaming until her lungs hurt, the female went limp and with her arms trapped around the child she watched the ground fall further and further away from her. Suddenly thankful for the tight grip of the dragon she watched them move over heavy forests and across the main river of the city. Time seemed to fly past her as a twisted fascination over took her. Seeing the world from so high above, everything looked small and almost at peace.

Mountains began to pass after a while as the dragon suddenly circled about. Tona could see a small camp set up, various dragons sitting about while elf figures moved about. The winged beasts were either wounded or they were simply laying back, waiting to leave.

They have back up! she realized in horror. There was no way the city could fend off so many dragons.

The ground suddenly came flying towards them and the female found her voice to cry out in fear. She was roughly jerked up as the dragon landed on its hind legs alone. Settling about, it crouched low and set the two elves it held in its front paws down. The beast nosed her and Tona quickly scrambled with the girl on numb legs into the wide flaps of the tent he landed at; the dragon following close behind.

"What the hells? You got a girl as well," the rider frowned as another female approached.

"Regent, your back early, is he hurt?" the female asked in concern before frowning at Tona and the crying girl.

"Methon wants the female," Regent called back easily as her beast fell to all fours, Tona scuttling out of the way again.

"The child?" the sable haired female asked the rider

"Accidentally grabbed her too," came the reply.

The dragon wants me? But why? Does it plan to eat me? Tona thought furiously, feeling tears come at the idea of being eaten alive.

"Ah well, are you going to dismount?" the female called as she looked up to the brown haired woman astride the great beast.

"No. I may be needed and he will not take long," she answered, not wanting to go through the tiresome process of undoing all her latches and cords only to redo them again

"Is your dragon harmed?" a female with long blond hair asked as she approached from the tent flap, dressed in a long robe proclaiming her a healer of some sort.

"No he's fine, but take the child, she's probably scared senseless," Regent called down and the healer approached Tona and the girl.

"No!" the elf hissed and clutched the lass to her with desperate fears.

"Calm yourself woman, the child should not bare witness to what is going to occur," the healer told Tona and the elf felt her heart stop for a moment.

"The dragon's gonna eat her?" the sobbing child asked and the blond female laughed gently.

"No child, he will not harm her. He just wants to have a sniff at her," the healer promised and held her hand out to the scared little girl. This elf lacked the rough look of the other two and she gave off misleading waves of calm.

"If you come with me I'll show you some other dragons and you can learn about them. Since you're so young you can train to become a rider if you'd like," the elf offered with warm eyes and a disarming smile.

The child's eyes lit up at her words, her fear cast aside at the though of being like these legendary women. This was a child too young to realize what could hide behind a soft smile, and she seemed to be drawn into the other's offer.

Her hands loosened on Tona skirt and the elf prepared to grab the child back.

"What's you name, woman?" the female who stood beside the dragon asked Tona, her hand on her sword and her eyes flashing in warning.

Biting her lip to prevent her tears, Tona let the little girl go and watched her take the healers hand with a shy smile.

"Will you hurt her?" she asked and the healer blinked in honest surprise before shaking her head in negative reply and leading the child away.

Looking around her Tona saw heavy tent material surrounding her in one large circle. Only one area had a set of flaps, one hanging down while the other was pulled back by rope. Trunks where pushed into the flexible walls and heavy rugs had been laid down over the grass. On one side she saw various blankets and pillows neatly folded and piled up.

"What your name?" the female asked again as she walk towards the scared noble.

Lifting her chin, Tona faced the woman in silence as she trembled, knowing they had lied and the dragon was going to indeed eat her. She had watched the same beast rip an elf in half earlier and she felt so very cold.

The woman lost her lopsided smirk when their captive refused to give her name. With a grimace she roughly grabbed the noble and pushed her to the floor.

Kneeling on top of her the seasoned warrior easily over powered her and pinned her wrists above her head. The female struggled vainly under her, trying to roll off her back but unable to with the weight of the other elf holding her down.

"A no name huh? A spoiled little noble princess maybe?" the woman asked as she forcibly kneaded Tona's left breast with her free hand, the trapped elf giving a moan of shame at the terrible action.

"What do you think, Regent?" the female called up as the dragon clamored closer sniffing at Tona with curiosity.

"I think you need to let Methon have his fun, Mica," the seated rider replied in a uninterested tone, making the female above Tona roll her eyes.

"She gets so stoic sometimes. I'm glad you're here to keep me entertained," Mica told the trembling elf beneath her. With a sigh she looked over her shoulder as the dragon's great head nudged her.

"Alright, alright," she laughed and glanced back down at Tona.

"I wouldn't struggle with him since he'll probably bite and kill you," she warned and rolled off the female.

Before Tona could move or react, the dragon clamored in, sniffing at her face with interest.
Its jaws parted and slobber drooled out, falling onto her dress as its slimy tongue left its mouth. Trembling with terror Tona held perfectly still as the beast licked her chin. Its breath was surprisingly clean of odors as its fat tongue slurped at her face; covering her in spit. Turning her head to the side she saw the other female sitting a few feet away watching with fascination.

The animal moved closer still and its tongue smeared across her face again, probing at her shut mouth. When it tried to press into her lips she clamped her mouth tightly, revulsion running through her.

The dragon pressed again and when her mouth did not open he let out a savage snarl, the calm features of the beast suddenly erupting into a violent rage.

"I'd open my mouth if I were you," the seated elf beside her commented with humor in her voice.

Tears burned unshed in Tona's eyes as she dug her fingers into the rugs and parted her mouth. The beast immediately snaked its appendage into her mouth, its rage forgotten as it slithered about her mouth, licking out her spit and drooling into her parted lips.
The saliva of the beast held little taste save for some slight saltiness. Probably from the blood of the elves it tore into. thought Tona as she kept still, leaving her mouth open for its leisure. When she was sure it meant so suffocate her the animal pulled its tongue back and shifted about, waddling back and lowering its head to sniff at her dress.

Tona laid there with a broken feeling in her as the beast's drool ran down her face with her own hot tears. Turning her head to her side she watched the other female crawled towards her.

"Don't cry little noble, he's not really going to eat you, just obey him and he'll be kind to you," the woman assured with soft eyes as she gently leaned forward to kiss Tona's open mouth . The female's tongue snaked in and rubbed against her own gently licking and tasting the other elf. Tona's eyes went wide at the strange sensation as the female played with her tongue. My husband had never kissed me so. she thought, but she had heard of it. It felt bizarre and wet with the dragon's drool but not entirely unpleasant. The female knew she should turn her head away but in honesty her body and soul where just too drained.

Mica pulled back and smiled sweetly at the female, long stands of the smeared beast saliva hung off her face as she inclined to like the smaller elf. Leaning down she nipped the woman's ear softly as she shifted to slide her body against Tona's. With soft kisses she soothed the girl and carefully inched her skirt up much to the dragons notice. It watched with keen eyes until finally losing patience and reaching to grasp Tona's skirt, it yanked hard.
The elf screamed in renewed terror as the beast ripped her dress, exposing her lower body. Turning to her side she covered herself with her hands and cried out sobbingly.

"Hey, hey, calm down. Methon just got overeager. It's fine," Mica told the female but Tona kept screaming and wailing loudly. The dragon seemed astounded and shifted about, rearing slightly as he growled and snapped at the air.

"Calm her down! She's upsetting him!" Regent yelled from his back and the woman beside her scrambled away.

Quickly rifled through some trunks before snatching up a small red vial. Running back she let her legs give out as she slid to a stop beside the wailing noble.

"Shut up or he really may kill you, if by accident!" she hissed at her and wrapped a hand around Tona's mouth firmly cutting off her cries. The woman bucked and kicked against her as she tried to pull free but the warrior's strength over powered her and held her in place until she gave up, going slack against her.

"Talk about a screamer," Mica commented as she pulled the vial stopper out. Tona's stared wide eyed at it, her lips firmly shutting at the sight of it.

"There there, you don't have to drink it," the woman laughed as she poured it down Tona's front, letting it dribble down her covered stomach and arms as well as over the junction of her thighs. Tona immediately slapped her thighs together but the liquid had already made its way down. Abruptly the woman flipped her over and before she could scramble away she reached and parted her body and pushed the thin vial into her slit. Crying weakly at the unspeakable act and Tona's hands no longer constricted, she reached and yanked the vial out as the last of it splattered on her thigh before she threw it away.

Mica gave her a grin and stood up walked from her as she carefully tugged her gloves off, turning them inside out to keep the liquid off her own skin.

"What..was that...?" the crying elf asked and the other winked at her as she sat back on the trunk, waiting for something it seemed. The dragon had calmed down when her cries stopped and now sat back watching her with curious eyes.

Looking around, Tona felt her body shiver in the cool air. The one flap of the tent they had entered was still open and she could see people walk by casually. The elk tried to yank her dress down to cover her exposed body but it was ripped too high. With a cry of embarrassed disgrace she weakly stood on shaky legs and walked over to reached out and yank the flap closed.

"No running?" the woman on the dragons back asked mildly.

"I'm in the middle of your camp, there's no where to go," Tona replied weakly, her skin beginning to itch strangely. Trembling she walked back, trying to make a wide circle around the dragon and tripping on the heavy rug with her eyes watching the beast. Falling to her back side she rubbed her skin frantically with wide eyes.

"What did you do?!" she cried out as her arms and stomach began to burn.

"Wipe some of his drool from your face on it." Mica, the female with black hair and darker skin suggested and Tona immediately grabbed at the slime, wiping her burning arms. She rubbed it over her stomach and the goop seeped through her soiled dress. The burning soothed and she gave a weak sigh of relief. Her victory was short lived though as her lower body began to itch as her arms and stomach had. Reaching to her face the female went still as she found little drool left.

"No! Do something please!" She cried out to the smirking woman who watched her.

"You're the one who got all rude. Go lay on your back and spread your thighs to him, only his tongue can reach the stuff deeper in you. I'd hurry too," Mica told her and the elf turned to stare at the dragon in horror.

"He likes the taste of it so he'll clean you off. If you wait too long you'll get burns." Regent told her from astride the beast's back, her eyes staring down at Tona coolly.

The itching on her thighs was fast giving way to a burning sensation like before as her insides began to itch in great discomfort. With a whimper of distress the elf ran to the dragon, taking his great head and pushing it to her burning thighs. The beast went readily and she sobbed in relief as the burning immediately ceased. The warm sticky tongue lapped at her thighs and over her dress, moving up to lick the liquid from her limbs before going back to her crotch. Tona's face burned with disgusted shame as the animals tongue slid over her body. The sensations rising from the textured tongue making her feel repugnance.

"Lay back and spread your thighs or he won't be able to reach the liquid inside you!" Mica snapped out and the elf sobbed as she fell to her knees. The dragon's tongue was trying to wiggle into her small slit but in her position the fat tongue could not push through.
Laying back she wept over and over as her thighs trembled furiously but allowed the creature to nudge them open. Moaning in humiliation she felt it's tongue slide into her opening as the itching ceased there as well. But the beast remained, licking her entire slit and shoving it's tongue into her. Tona's turned her face to the side in indignity as she felt sickening pleasure began to rise from it's strokes. Her nipples had gone hard and the all the places the liquid from the vile had touched felt overly sensitive. Tona cried harder even as her hips lifted into the monsters touch, wanting more of the beast, needing it.

"Too bad you needed an aphrodisiac but Methon isn't a patient male, when he wants something he doesn't wait," Mica explained as she watched the noble elf in the ripped dress hump at the dragons head. Her own thighs shivered as she felt moisture forming in her covered snatch.

"Your married?" she asked the still sobbing girl.

"Answer me or I'll pour more on you, all over your body," the dark skinned elf warned with a blunt lie.

"Yes..." Tona replied at the threat, her body jerking into the dragons tongue as each long lap of it made her body burn with lust, her clit was throbbing with unstated desire.

"You love him..." Regent asked from above and the crying elf shook her head in response. It was a marriage of convince, her husband needed children and she was a path to them.
They had not managed to have one yet but he would come to her separate chambers and give her seed every week. The cold love making leaving her so empty inside, only the dream of a beautiful baby giving her the want to spread her thighs for him.

But in their year of marriage, he had never done this to her, never dipped his head between her thighs. The dragon's wet slimy tongue slithered about, tasting her hidden treasures as she could do no more then hold herself up for his exploration. A dizzying feeling was rushing over her and the need of desire she seldom felt was suddenly raging wildly.

"That's good, it'll be easier for you then. Methon will be your husband now. He'll love you dearly," Mica told her as she approached the female.

Tona began to weep as she realized she was becoming the toy of this brute. He had taken her from her home and she was his to be defiled while these two looked on in amusement.

"You'll come to love him too." The female replied softly as she pulled Tona by the shoulders. The limp elf let her drag her to the middle of the tent, the dragon lumbering behind has he tried to lick at her still.

The other elf forced Tona to turn over on her hands and knees and the whimpering elf obeyed with no fight left in her. The humiliation was to continue as the animal dined on her throbbing cunt.

But the beast stopped when she was turned over. She heard him shuffle about and felt his scales touch her backside. But it wasn't from his head, these where softer, still unmovable but they lacked the rough texture. Looking behind her she realized in terror that she was under him, he was looming above her and her eyes caught something dangling. A thick black rod hung from a slit between his back legs. The tip was dribbling a clear white substance and the elf felt her fear reborn. It was as long and thick as her arm to her elbow, a fat tip that was bigger then her fist bobbed about as it moved closer to her. Scrambling out from under him, she dashed for the tent flap she had closed earlier.

"Hey!" the female on the floor shouted and tackled Tona to the floor with a running jump. The female tried vainly to wiggle out of her grip as she kicked and clawed at the rug to give her leverage.

"Damn, she's like a fish!" The other elf snapped as she grasped Tona roughly, her hands biting into her arms as she yanked the female back.

"No!!!" Please don't let him, please, please, please!" Tona whimpered sobbingly as fresh tears streamed down her face. But her captor gave her no reply or mercy as she dragged the struggling elf back to the middle where the dragon waited.

"You start screaming and fighting him and I'll lash the hell out of you!" The previously humored elf snarled in her ear. Roughly she slammed the girl to the floor and the dragon quickly moved over her. Tona laid flat to the rug and whimpered when the drool of the cock hit her rump, running down her backside and between her closed thighs. The dragon crouched low and she felt its tip brush her rear a few times as it tried vainly to reach her.

"She needs to be raised up," Regent frowned as the creature pulled away and circled Tona, sniffing and nudging the female with its snout, confused why it could not reach the female's channel.

"Please don't do this to me!" Tona begged the seated rider who simply glared back at her.

"Raise your body up girl," she commanded and Tona shook her head, tears still running down her face as the dragon licked at her a few times, sticking its muzzle in her crotch as its back hunches humped the air.

"Fine, Mica tie her to him," the female snapped and Tona whirled to face the other woman. Mica had snuck up behind her and was holding a long fat rope in her hands. Clearly she had been waiting for the go ahead from the other woman. Tona fell back and she could not even flip off her back before the woman knelt on her, pinning her to the ground. With sturdy fingers she tied Tona's right wrist in a harsh knot.

"No, please...." she pleaded to the female who ignored her as she yanked her, half dragging her towards the dragon who watched with curious awareness. Pulling her to the side of the beast she threw the rope over his back, behind to flaps of his wings. The animal had lifted his great limbs as they approached when the rider atop him had pushed against his neck with her palm, a clear command. Ducking under him, Mica dragged the crying noble elf with her as she grasped the rope on the other side.

"I don't like spoiled little princesses being so rude to Methon," She growled at the whimpering elf as she threw the rope under Tona once and then over the dragon again before moving to stand at the side.
Tona's arm was pulled tightly against the dragon while her other was held firmly by the woman. She reached and pulled the second length of rope behind Tona's shoulders down to her lower back.

The beast above her felt the small elf's body's heat and began to shove itself at her, humping at the female in an attempt to find her opening. Tona let her lower body drop low to avoid its spearing shaft and cried out as the hot seed splattered on her stomach .

"Get ready, your husband sure as hell wasn't nearly a big at Methon," Mica warned the female and abruptly yanked the rope tight, forcing Tona's body flush with the dragons scaled belly. It lifted her hips and she felt the beast's member probe around for her opening, the hot shaft poked her thighs as it followed them up to her slit. The head of his cock rubbed at her searching for the center and she cried when it found her entrance. Tona screamed as the dragon's cock finally pushed into her with one long hard jab. Without hesitation the beast began to roughly pound into her. Crying out with every thrust, the female wept as her body was forcefully pushed wide to make way for the burning shaft. Mica reach below to adjust and shift her, yanking her down further to fully take his massive cock into her; filling that tight tunnel with the scalding seed of the feral animal. Immediately he began to ride her harder, making her sob as the dragon ravaged her.

The elf below screamed and sobbed as the woman tied her other wrist around the other side of the beast. The roped holding her suspended for the dragon to ride her as he pleased.

He didn't wait either, the beast was through with waiting and he slammed into her with violent jabs. Each time his fat dick sank into her Tona cried out her face burning with humiliation at the degrading act happening to her. His cock spread her wide as he used her like a common animal would. His scales rubbed across her stomach and breasts as he shoved back and forth, using the momentum to force her to slide back against him.
The terrible action was making her whimper even as her body began to adjust to the stretching member and the pain receded. Her mouth hung open as she dropped her head and found the dark skinned elf kneeling in front of the beast's chests. Her hands where being licked by the dragon as Tona realized she must have touched her over sensitive flesh at some point.

The sounds of wet slapping flesh filled the room as Tona moaned and her body began to enjoy the new sensations. She'd never been so roughly taken before and the harsh thrusts where starting to make her body ache with something other then pain.

"Pound that little noble good," Mica cooed to her dragon, watching the crying woman as she bounced back and forth.

"Turn her into your little slut," she spoke as her eyes met Tona's wet ones.

"Your enjoying aren't you?" the elf accused with a wry grin and the sobbing elf looked away.

"She likes your hard cock hammering her," The female told the dragon as the beast lowered it head to push at her lips.

Obediently the elf opened her mouth and Tona watched as she sucked the slimy tongue with clear enjoyment

With wide eyes she observed the other elf kiss the dragon and gulped his saliva down while one of her hands rubber her covered crotch. The beast must have enjoyed the taste of the female for his plunges increased. Driving even deeper and harder than before, he slammed into her without mercy. Tona felt like a simple animal being rutted like any other creature; treated as a brood mare that served for a fuck and was just another piece of flesh.
Hot spurts of seed started to spurt into her with fast jets, the sensation was nearly burning hot as she screamed out, the endless river being released into her quickly splashed out when he pulled back, running down her exposed legs as she dangled limply, held by the ropes. She could feel that stinging semen splattering into her womb, seeking a fertile field to sow it's young in.

"I bet she feels good, nice and tight for you," the elf gasped when the dragon pulled it's seeking tongue free from her mouth. Tona whimpered appallingly as the beast continued to ram into her, the seed still spurting from the end buried so deep in her.

"I'm sorry we aren't so snug anymore for you but you stretched us out dear." she cooed to the beast and Tona felt astonishment over take her.

"You let him do this to you?!" she cried out even as her body lurched in rhythm to the animals plunges.

"Of course, how else to you think we get them to allow us to ride them?" the female above the dragon called down.

"Yes, dragons have many males but very few females. We willingly allow them to claim us and then tenderly guard over us. Always protecting their little mates," Mica explained as she nuzzled the underside of the dragons chin, cupping her breast and squeezing them.

"We bare their young and when our eggs hatch they are always males, only female dragons can bare females," She explained and watched Tona's eyes go wide.

"This beast in impregnating me?" She whispered with revulsion and the female grinned back.

"Is he ever," Mica observed as long strands of draconic seed ran down the females belly, breasts, and along her shoulder.

"No.. I don't want this..." Tona howled and the other female rolled her eyes.

"Right now you don't but you'll change your mind, I did, after you get used to him and learn how caring he is you'll come to love him as I did," she told the swinging female.

"You...." Tona whimpered her voice cutting out as the pleasure of the friction between her thighs began to override her common thoughts.

"Yes, I was chosen by him nearly a decade ago. Me; a little farm girl with no good qualities. But he liked me and I was taken by him, Regent had to strap me to him too," she confessed with a fond smile.

"No..no.....You where both forced..." Tone gritted out as a low, whore-like moan left her lips and her hips began to grind of their own ovation. The animals cock was throbbing and she could feel it in her.

"No just me, Regent was willingly chosen to be his first rider, You'll see when we get home. Regent was his first female and will always be so. Since he's rutting you for the first time, he took you first but afterwards Regent will always come first," she smiled, unbothered by the special treatment her fellow rider received.

"Your getting close, huh?" the woman asked as she got up, walking around the side of the dragon she reached down and lifted Tona's hips, angling them she shifted the rope and the unwilling mate of the beast screamed out.

Every time the animal stabbed into her, its scaled belly now roughly rubbed over her clit. The elf cried out and moaned over and over has her body clamped down on the dragons shaft, squeezing him firmly. The beast shifted suddenly his shoves getting impossibly strong as he thumped harder and the meat in her quivered. The elf shouted to the heavens as she climaxed for the first time in her life and the animal above her unleashed a hard load of continual semen into her. Tona lost her strength with the release and went limp, hanging lifelessly from the dragon in a jack knife position, her knees scrapped the rug and her hair dragged along it as the beast still gave half hearted motions into her. Its hot spunk seeped out of her and ran down her legs and stomach. The elf had never known anything so pleasurable in her entire life. Her husband had never once worked her to such a high before. Nothing ever felt so deliriously good, not food or wealth, nothing.

The elf gave a weak sigh as she was lowered to the ground, her hands untied one at a time as she felt her aching shoulders fall to rest on the rug. The fat meat of the dragon sliding out of her slowly as Mica lowered her with her hands holding Tona's rump. Before the female could sink to the ground though Mica held the female's hips up high as the creature backed off, pulling free with a wet sopping sound. Twisting around, the beast lowered it's head to sniff at Tona's well used cunt. The female felt no fear stir in her exhaustion as it sniffed at her and looked down to her face, moving it's muzzle the animal sniffed her face and gave her a small soft lick on the side of her face. Tona did nothing in her fatigue but part of her felt less revolted then when it had first licked her face.

Almost as if perfectly choreographed, a horn sounded and the beast lifted it's head. With a snort it nuzzled Tona and then Mica quickly and turned to trot out of the tent leaving the two women.

"Take care of her," Regent called back, her voice a little breathless.

"She was probably fingering herself," Mica laughed as she held Tona's leg up still. Reaching out with a foot she hooked the leg of a foot stool and dragged it over to her. Resting the female's rump again it she kept the elf in an awkward position. Her shoulders rested on the floor but her back lifted so her rump sat on the tip of the stool, her legs pulled back to almost brush her shoulders.

"Don't drop your hips," she warned the dazed noble who did nothing but give a little moan, still so very confused and astounded.

Her soft green eyes watched at the dark skinned female quickly stripped out of her clothing. She tugged her jerkin off and yanked her shirt too as she kicked her boots off. Dropping her leather pants down she shimmed out of them and pulled off the binding on her full breast as well. Kneeling besides the girl she gently undid the front laces of Tona's dress and carefully pulled the torn and soiled garment off of her while not touching the parts the liquid had spilled on. Tona's body was still throbbing but the feeling was sated and she felt no pain or burning on her skin from the fluid.

"What are you doing?" she asked the other woman as the darker elf began to caress her exposed breasts.

"We're going to be living together now, watching as Methon rides each of us over and over," Mica told her, leaning in low to tenderly kiss the other females brow.

"We can be great friends," she whispered and kissed to woman lips softly, again sliding her tongue into her mouth.

Tona felt insecurities rise as her body shivered as the woman straddled her stomach, her hips still raised over the stool.

"We'll live together and Methon will expect us to get along. You don't want to disappoint your new husband do you?" she asked softly as she kissed the other elf again.

"Was your old husband a good lover?" Mica asked, her warm hands caressing Tona with a gentleness she had never felt before.

"...No," she whimpered weakly, unsure how to react to this. If she fought, the woman would easily overpower her. The dragon was going to return and Tona knew the great beast could track by scent, if she ran she would be found.

"You don't have to be scared of this. I was at first but you'll come to like it. Methon is very picky about his cave. He carved out all the stone walls perfectly flat like a elf would. He has beautiful tapestries and jewelry hung about. Plush carpets everywhere and a huge bed on the floor, filled with feather from birds he caught over the endless years as meals," the female described her home as she rubbed and stroked the female, kissing her chin and cheek lovingly.

"You'll adore your new life, no man to frown at you, you can do what you want and wear whatever you please, no one cares," she whispered.

"You think pants are just wonderful," Mica laughed as she lifted her body from the other elf.
Tona bit her lip at how cold the air seemed without the other female's body against hers.

"His tongue felt good huh?' Mica asked as she knelt at Tona's head, her knees on either side of the noble's head. Tona's face flushed as the sight of the other woman's bare body above her.

"Like nothing else? I adore his tongue," Mica admitted with a soft sigh as she carefully parted Tona's thighs a bit more.

"Looks delicious," the elf cooed out before Tona felt her wet hot little tongue lick the side of her thigh.

The dragon's seed, she realized weakly as the other woman kept licking her thighs, cleaning her of the semen with sweet strokes.

Tona bit her lips as her face burned. She hid against the curve of the other woman's thigh as her breath grew less timed.

Part of her knew that going back was hopeless, the city was burned and her husband probably dead. Tona had never been overly happy, content yes but not truly happy. The small elf was not sure how she would handle the dragon's return but in that moment she cared little. The war, the sudden death everywhere, and her rape by the beast left her mind abuzz, she needed something to secure her. Wrapping her arm around the woman's thigh she hid her face more as she sobbed weakly, lifting herself into the warm touch, needing the soothing feelings more then she ever had before.

"There, there, it's all right sweetie, it's all going to be ok," Mica spoke in soft tones as she licked the other woman, reaching her arms around her backside to part the elf's seed smeared cunt gently.

"Just let the good feelings take over dear," she consoled as she licked the women, nipping her abused clit lightly before burying her tongue in the sopping pussy. She sucked and lapped up the seed, making wet sloppy noises as the cum smeared all over her face. Gently rubbing the woman's clit, she licked and drank the dragon jizz from her spread slit.

Moaning, Tona began to roll her hips as she felt a softer more gentle building of nerves as the woman soothingly suckled her sore body. A touch of warmth on her face made her open her eyes and she found Mica's own velvet sheath above her. The woman had spread her thighs when Tona had gabbed at them and now her body was exposed to the other woman. A single strand of gooey moisture dangled from the moist nether lips and sat on Tona's face. The other woman made no demands as she eagerly worked Tona's body, letting the small noble grind herself onto her face without protest.

Trembling fingers reached up to pull the warmth down to her and Tona very nervously took a single lick of the woman. The liquid was very warm and it had a sweet taste to it, the scent was heavy and exotic. Biting her lip Tona lifted her head and gave another little lick of her tongue, pushing a bit at the folds. The elf lifted her face from Tona's pussy and gave a sigh as she rolled her hips above the other woman.

"Lick me as I do you," she instructed and lowered her head to Tona's pussy again. Her lips waiting until Tona very gently mimicked her and then she began to gently lick the woman out. Mica started with slow licks and then moved to swirling her tongue about the smaller elf's little clit, shivering when she followed suit.

"Very good," she encouraged the shaking girl as she licked again and gently pushed her tongue into the woman's opening with ease. Latching her lips she suckled the elf and she thrust her tongue into her slit repeatedly.

Tona gave gasps and moans and tried her best to focus on copying the action. Pushing away her burdened and weary mind, she forced herself to focus on the positive feeling to stop herself from breaking down.

The two elves moaned and rocked their hips as they ate each other out. Mica's skilled tongue giving the other elf new pleasures as Tona's inexperienced one gave the dark skinned elf a dirty high at having the noble who refused before willing lick her.

"Good girl, delicious," Mica sighed a she shifted her hips before pulling away. She gave a little grin when the small elf tried to hold her in place. But she gently forced herself free and walked over to the trunks with lazy movements. Opening one she pulled a decorative bowl out and padded back to the elf. With a soft smile she rubbed the elf's stomach relaxingly and held her thighs up as she pushed the foot stool away.

Following the other elf's commands when she gave them, Tona held herself up as the warrior placed the bowl on the floor just under her. Carefully she helped Tona stand and squat low, leaning heavily on the other woman. Tona moaned loudly with embarrassment when the dragon's seed suddenly poured out. The steady stream filled the bowl and over flowed as Tona grasped the other woman to mask her shame.

"Hush now, it's fine, your very lucky he chose you. Death would have taken you, or maybe some warriors would have used you, raping you over and over and then killing you," she whispered.

"I assure you they would not have licked your slit wet, making your body ready for a male like Methon did. They would have stabbed into your dry body and torn you insides up as they used you ," Mica told the whimpering female. She rubbed her back soothingly. The very idea of her words making the small nobles lips quiver. A part of her mind realized the truth of her words. When Tona had been a child and her first home had fallen she had seen solders moving over screaming women, their thighs bared. There had been no forced pleasure for those women who howled in horrifying pain.

"Your safe her now, Methon will never let anyone ever harm you now, he'll defend you and worry over your happiness.. He's very particular that his females are blissfully happy, he likes to show off his prowess as an excellent mate," the elf explained as she reached a free hand down and slide two fingers into Tona's stretched cunt. Sloppy sounds came forward as she fingered the girl, coaxing the semen out at she felt the girl begin to ride her fingers.

�"That's it, take my fingers dear," she encouraged as the other elf cried out weakly grasping the other to her desperately and grinding her hips. Taking her hand from her back Mica snaked her other hand over her stomach to find her clit.

Tona gave a weak whimper as her sore body moved, the feeling of that wonderful release rushing back. Her finger nails dug into Mica's shoulders as she hugged the woman tightly while she once more climaxed weakly. The images of her childhood pushed back as she desperately grasped the pleasure, her mind not letting her do anything else. Too much had happened today, and to keep her from breaking down fully her mind shut down, leaving her with only the most primal urges, her emotions bared and unable to be hidden.

"Oh my, you liked that," Mica chuckled as the female slumped in her arms. With gentle hands she laid the girl down on the plush rug and then rouse again.
Tona breathlessly watch Mica get up and walk to the trunks once again, she fished out a small thick rod with grooves carved into it.

"You might be sore but you need to get your body used to it," the elf told Tona as she laid across from her. Before Tona could ask, Mica dragged her legs towards her own opening them she pulled one of Tona's legs up between her breasts while her other was along her back. Shifting to get comfortable in the strange position Tona gently rested her hand on Mica's leg, the dark haired elf's limbs mirroring her own.

Mica took the rod and slid into her cunt, pushing it deep into her pussy before gently but firmly pushing the other end into Tona's abused snatch. Gasping Tona cried out as the cold wood slid into her and moaned as the other woman began to ride against the rod, forcing the end in her to move.

"Ride it honey, make yourself feel good," Mica persuaded her.

Very gingerly, Tona began to shove back a bit, the friction inside her not unpleasant. Mica quickly worked up a fast pace as she shoved at Tona's body, hugging the elf's pale leg to her body as she rode her. Tona gasped at the feeling of the other woman's skin, so soft and sweet. Her husband had never pushed his body close when they had sex, always away from her and stiff.

"Come on!" Mica gasped and Tona began to shove fast, feeling the pleasure of it rising as she did something decidedly wicked with the other woman. Together their bodies withered and twisted in pleasure. Both panting for air in desperation while their hips rolled and grinded. Tona dropped her head first and gave a loud cry and Mica followed with a horse shout. Both of their soaked cunts gripping the polished wood as the convulsed and tried to milk it for seed.

Each gasped as their bodies fell slack, giving out as the high wore down. Tona sighed and felt exhaustion in every part of her body as she lay spread out on the rug like a common whore.

Mica shifted after a while, gently pulling the rod free from Tona's snatch. The elf gave moan at the feeling of it sliding free and more of the dragons seed seeped free from her.

"What is your name?" Mica asked her once more.

"Tona," she readily answered this time.

"Tona, sounds cute. Can you do something for me?" Mica asked as she pulled the foot stool to her. Rising to her elbows, Tona watcher her raise her hips on the stool, putting herself in the same position she had held Tona in earlier.

"What?" the noble asked and Mica motioned for the bowl Tona had forgotten about.

"Bring that here," she asked and with sluggish movements, Tona obeyed, picking the still warm bowl of draconic seed and bringing it to the other elf.

"What are you doing?" She asked quietly but Mica gave no answer.

Watching her, Tona's eyes followed the rod as Mica grasp the stick end that had been in her and plunged the rod much deeper into herself with a deep groan. The woman fucked herself with it, using a furious pace right away as she bucked back onto the wood.

"Yess!" She cried as her hips jerked.

The elf suddenly pulled the rod back and slid it from her snatch, Tona watched with wide eyes as she shakily tipped the bowl and poured the sticky semen into her gaping vagina. Quickly she pushed the rod back in and wet vulgar sound burst forward as jizz gushed out.
Tona didn't know why she did it, but the tired elf suddenly crawled forward straddling the woman's head as Mica had done her. Taking the rod from the other's hand she began to roughly pound it as hard as she could. There was no fear left in her as Tona watched the rod slam into the woman, felt her jerk beneath her. Something about controlling it making her shiver in delight. So many new sensations and feelings overcoming her since she had been picked up by that dragon's great claws.

"Oh immortals... Oh that's it, fuck me Tona, like Methon fucked you!" she gasped and humped back.

With a trembling hand Tona took the bowl and yanking the rod back she tipped more of the dragon's spunk into the hole before stabbing the wood back in. Mica groaned and moaned shamelessly as she shoved back at the rod, reaching up to suddenly lick Tona's snatch and making the elf jump a bit. Groping blindly she dipped her fingers in the gooey seed and took it to Tona's pussy, fingering the woman roughly with the smeared fingers. Tona gave a groan at the dirty action and fucked the other elf harder; pouring the seed as she yanked the rod back only to feed it back into her. The bowl in her unsteady hand tipped but Tona carried little as she ground her pussy on the elf's face, another orgasm suddenly coming to greet her.

The sticky seed slid down Mica's body and Tona pressed against her stomach, the slippery mess making sweet fiction as she pushed up and down on the other woman's tipped body, still pumping the rod into her.

Mica threw her head back and screamed loudly and Tona sighed, grinding on the fingers still in her as her walls clamped down on them tightly. She furiously plunged the rod into Mica as the female screamed, jerking beneath her in a violent orgasm. Tona answered as she fell onto her backside yanking the rod free only to shove it into herself furiously as she humped it. Crying out she felt her body shiver and shutter as she orgasmed again.

Moaning at the new pleasure of her orgasms, the mental and physically exhausted female fell to the rugs, not even bothering to pull the rod free.

Mica rose up and Tona watched her drag a folded blanked over to her. Falling to her knees, she wrapped herself around the smaller elf and snuggled her as she draped the blanket over their wet bodies.

"We need to rest now. When Methon returns he'll want to claim us all properly," Mica told the other elf who was too drained to understand or care.

Cuddling into the warm body of the elf, Tona willing gave herself up to the blankness of sleep.

I know these are still posted under Shi as well, we wrote them together and since I have more stories for this series I'm posting the first ones.

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Valiance rested her chin on her knee as she looked out the stain glass window to see the mountain city of Nerfferant spread out before her in splendor. The glorious kingdom was situated deep in the mountains where no army could march to. Rather it was on the backs of dragons that the people came and went in Nerfferant. The young elf watched a far off beast rise with flaps of its powerful wings and soar to the other side of the endless city in mere moments, where walking would have taken most of the day. Natural springs kept them comfortable with a steady water supply, vast gardens and fields provided fruits and vegetables while the dragon riders hunted in the not far mountain forests for game daily.
Valiance had lived here since she was six years old, brought by accident when her home was attacked and fell. A dragon had grabbed a war prize for himself and the female had been holding Valiance, bringing her along for the ride when the dragon abducted them.
The dragon riders she had come to learn made their wealth by fighting battles not of their own making. When wars erupt and either side tried to hire the riders, Nerfferant send out their spies to gain information. They would learn about the conflict and if the cause was justified they agreed to aid. A group of specific riders would fly out to meet the leaders and take the payment; it was always the same elder riders who did so to keep secrecy. When the battle began they would fly in and attack the decided enemies. However their opponent was who they deem more cruel and evil, not always fighting for the side who hired them. To call on Nerfferant was a dangerously perilous gamble since they could betray if they considered you corrupt. But any army with the great flying beasts on their side always came out the victor.

There where two mysterious factors of the riders that no one outside the city could figure out. Songs and legends had various outlandish ideas of possible methods but so very few came even close to the truth she thought with a small smirk to herself in the quiet room.
How they coaxed the great beasts to allow them to mount and ride on their backs was the main mystery, for all other attempts to get near dragons always ended in brutal death. And secondly where did the riders find the rare wild creatures that hid so well. Seldom had one or two lived in the highest of mountains and a dragon babe had only been described in myths, never by sight.
The truth behind these mysteries still made Valiance shake her head in amused awe. It was the fact that the riders where all female and they went to lengths to hide this factor since it was key to their power over the creatures. When a dragon reached its maturity it went out to a field called Mirrana Clearing where their first rider would be waiting to be claimed in a ceremony called Nanairea. During Nanairea young women would wait for the dragons and while the elder riders looked on the fledgling dragons selected their first riders by having sex with them.

Mating with dragons, thought the female as she looked out over her home with wry smile once more. The idea had startled her but in her childhood innocence the girl had not understood what sex was fully. So under the teachings of riders she came to accept the idea of it and eventually viewed it as normal. But Valiance knew older females taken from raids as war trophies where disgusted and revolted by the idea. Many would kick, scream, and fight every inch of the way when they first arrived. Some took years upon years to finally accept the dragons that obtained them as their mate. Some females never did as well, forever chained in the lairs of the beast to remain prisoners to their own narrow minds and pride.

Valiance never understood completely why they fought so hard against the dragons. The animals viewed the females as their mates and took great care in preening and were considerate for their little elves. They worried when they fell sick and hunted extra food if they look a little underweight.

The dragons also took vigorous pride in their female's pregnancies and would openly enjoy showing off the round bellies that signified that they where proficient males with strong broods. Valiance had never heard of a female hatching from the single egg that the elf would give birth too. Most riders supposed that the ever rare female dragon could only produce female eggs. From what the young elf understood the females where seldom seen and they never came near Nerfferant as the scent of so many males scared them off. During the Blood ages dragons had been hunted quite viciously and the females where the main targets. A species with no females to reproduce was a doomed one after all. In that manner she supposed that both the rider and the dragon benefited from their union. The riders where given a safe life to live out and the dragons kept their species going through the elves magical ability to breed any species. There was a science to it that many people in Nerfferant argued over but Valiance herself had no skill in the sciences and so she understood little of it. What she did know was a male dragon loved its female and the riders were always fond of their mounts. They would have young and raise families together as any elf female would with a male elf. The dragons could not talk but they had the same intelligence as any elf. They displayed courage and fear like any brave or terrified elf could. Valiance had been raised to believe in this equality but she could see it plainly with her own eyes more so.

"Shouldn't you be writing?" A soft voice asked behind her and the young woman jumped and fell from her seat to the stone floor with a yelp. Blinking, she saw first worn rider boots and leather leggings leading up to a dusty green jerkin. Dark smooth skin and laughing hazel eyes looked down at her from their frame of black silky hair.

"Mica." She grumbled in a tone of disapproval as she was laughed at even as the older woman helped her stand up.

"Tona wanted me to check in on you." The notorious rider explained with a lopsided smile. Tona was Valiance's mother figure in Nerfferant. The elf had been the one who had Valiance in her arms when she was taken by the dragon, Methon as a war trophy during the battle that leveled their original home. Although they had moved her into the area meant for young girls training to be riders right away she had still visited Tona numerously and came to know her well. They where from the same land and had come to this dragon's world together and Valiance felt kinship because of that.
Mica was Methon's second female, the dragon had three in all: Regent his first rider, Mica, and then Tona herself. They lived in a harmonious lifestyle with their young sons running about their legs.

Just as the thought of hatchlings crossed Valiance's mind, the small head of a dragon babe poked out from behind his mother's back where he sat in a sling. Wide adorable eyes peered at Valiance, recognized her, and gave a chirping sound in greeting.
"Hullo, Nethran." the young elf hailed back with a smile as Mica rubbed her child's head soothingly. Regent had given birth to the rare twins, Vinsion and Morackith while Tona had a son named Kathnak.

Her teachings told Valiance that dragons with more then one female would breed all of them at the same time or close as possible to one another. There was some detailed reason for it but the impatient elf had never sat down and read it through before.

"So are you done your writings and why are you lettering anyway?" Mica interrupted her thoughts with a smirk as she picked up the half written parchment.

"I dunno, something about paying attention and listening better." Valiance replied with a shrug, she rarely knew why she was being punished these days.

"Haha, you'll have to behave soon you know, they might not let you become a rider and participate in Nanairea." The dark skinned elf warned lightly as she stroked her infant's pebbled hide gently.

"Nah, I'm not very attention giving but I've made it though all my classes well enough, I'm not stupid just easily bored." The youth replied with a cheeky grin.

"That could be reason enough." Mica combated and the young elf snorted at her.

"Please, they let you be a rider and you barely pay attention when things are on fire!" She laughed and accepted the light cuff on her shoulder from the warrior.

"True enough I suppose but still, behave!" Mica scolded as she turned and walked from the empty teaching room, one hand raised in a wave as she left. Methon was a legendary dragon and his riders where all well celebrated, Valiance considered herself lucky to know them.

Turning back to her parchment she wrote the rest of the pages out with sloppy stokes of her pen and thought more on her those she knew in the city. Various people mostly, teachers she liked and a few friends among the girls she was raised with. A normal and seemingly balanced female everyone told her but Valiance knew it was not correct. The soon to be rider should have her head in the clouds and dreams of flying on her head. But she could not, as her life was coming to one of the greatest moments she would ever know, the elf wondered about her parents.
Valiance could not recall them very well but she did remember them, a solider for a father and a sweet lady for a mother. She had her father's eyes and skin tone but also her mother's soft hair and slender figure. Had they died in the rage of the battle that claimed Valiance or had they lived on? Often she would imagine them looking for her, still struggling to find their daughter whose body was not among the dead.

"Together, though good and bad." The elf whispered to herself in the bare room. Those words she could recall her father always saying, telling her before she laid down to rest every night. Holding her chin in her palm the young female turned her focus onto her writing and pushed the heart ache away. It would never cease completely but she could make it dull down sometimes at least.

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Walking down the halls while rubbing and rolling her sore wrist the elf made her way to the shared lairs of the fledgling dragons. Normally the place was relatively quiet but with Nanairea fast approaching them, the would-be riders where all doing their best to create bonds with dragons in order to be chosen.

Two girls were talking to one another as they cleaned out Mathrea's cave and Valiance rolled her eyes at them. Strolling by, she stopped to allow the dragon to rub his head against her affectionately and moved on to fetch the beast some freshly killed rabbits to snack on. Walking back she offered the meal up to the beast who gratefully accepted.

"Evening Val, I thought you were being punished again?" A blond named Nikka asked in good nature and Valiance shrugged in reply.

"Got it done." She said as she easily climbed on Mathrea's back, the beast allowing her to walk on his shoulders as she crouched low to flick out pieces of mud from his hide.

"Geez, you sure manage to get messy." She grumbled to the animal as he watched her.
Nikka went back to cleaning up the cave caked in mud with a short dark haired girl named Monna or something close to it; Valiance did not know either elf very well. The two had made a point to spend time with Mathrea when she was not around though and the underhanded act annoyed her. Plenty of people had already congratulated her on their bond, no one questioned that they would be rider and mount. While Valiance was very affectionate of the dragon she was also aware their friendship was just that, friendship. The young elf had always imagined there would be more to it between a rider and their dragon. Not that she expected roses and candlelight but just something....more. Rubbing the pebbled hide of the male she also noticed how laid back he was, Mathrea never got very upset or riled up. His smooth nature was ease to live with but it was also just a tad dull. Most dragon worked hard to gain the interests of their riders, not simply sitting around waiting for the rider to come to them. Some dragons waited longer then others to take mates and while everyone expected them to become united, Valiance could see him not taking a mate this season. Was it a good sign or a bad one that she would not be heart broken if he did not?

A soft hush fell over the noisy caverns and Valiance stuck her head out over Mathrea's own to see what was about. A woman with soft light hair like her own was walking through the open halls. She moved with grace and tranquility while behind her a dragon walked with equal splendor. Serene and Asmadaimas where out and about it seemed.
Valiance frowned at them, the dragon more so then the elf for she knew the beast better then anyone could guess. Asmadaimas was the son of the high rider and dragon, Eyl and Manthrais, the leaders of Nerfferant and was seen as a high noble among the people. But when she was still young and new to the kingdom Valiance had played childhood games with the dragon in a hidden garden for a few years. Once training started and Serene met the young dragon, Valiance had been left behind. Asmadaimas had no interest in playing with her or even sitting with her to watch the night sky like they had once.
Shaking her head the elf went back to cleaning Mathrea's back with calm strokes. When she had been abandoned by the regal male, the dragon under her feet had shyly befriended her. Now six years later they were great companions and would become dear mates soon enough she told herself. If Mathrea was not ready to mate this season then she would wait for him until he was. Her finger traced the curves in the beasts hide and the dragon turned its neck to peer at her with knowing eyes.
"I'm fine." She smiled with honesty and poked his nose gently, laughing when he lifted his head to let out a sneeze that caused whirlwinds to gust forward. The wind element dragon was better suited to her anyway, his calm nature would influence her own wilder ways.

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Rolling in her cot the elf stared up at the ceiling and gave a soft huff of breath as she looked around the dead quiet room. Six bunk beds where held in the long chamber and dressers for belongings along the far wall. Valiance knew her fellow room mates well and got on fine with each one more or less. They forced them to change rooms ever year to mix and match the girls to let them know one another. In the farthest cot from her own was a soft sleeping figure that made her frown a bit. Her long hair was clean and looked perfect as it fell along her pale milky skin. Valiance knew when the girl's eyes where open; bright green would peer at her with an inner calm that rivaled freaking elders.
White hair was rare and since Valiance had it also she was often compared to Serene. Night and day, people called them as the beautiful and perfect elf would receive the adoration of those around her for being so good in her studies and obedient to her elders, while Valiance barely stayed awake though class and she felt respect was to be earned before she gave it out. More so Valiance could never keep her hair clean and it seemed more of a light faded brown shade to Serene's immaculate white. Most days Valiance would run amuck in the gardens to nap in the sun and her skin was a tanned brown shade. Common dull brown eyes gave her the gift of sight and she was grateful for them regardless of her coloration. The elf had to struggle with herself not to be annoyed with Serene, for the small soft girl had never been rude and never openly agreed with the constant comparison of the two. She would just smile tenderly and nod as she went along with whatever anyone wanted while Valiance would bite and hiss her way as she was dragged every step of the way.

Sighing, she turned from the sleeping face and stared at her ceiling once more, raising a hand she traced the drawings she had carved into the roof from sleepless nights. Valiance had been well punished for the habit but she had still managed to mark nearly every room in the training house.

Her room in her old house had been colorful with paintings her mother had done along the walls for her. The smirk of smugness on her face faded as she traced out the faint pattern of a dancing animal, like the one beside her old bedside. Her father had helped her name each animal and he would tell her their stories for bedtime tales. Staring forlorn at the old memories the female turned her head abruptly and jumped from her bunk, landing with a soft sound. Staying still for a moment to allow anyone woken to drift back to sleep, she quietly gathered her jerkin, boots and cloak before slipping out of the room. Dressing as she walked along the dead silent halls she ducked down the passage ways to the dragons' lairs. Mathrea was used to the night time visits and Valiance looked forward to the day when she could finally curl up and sleep with him every night as his mate, she liked privacy.
Moving on soft feet the female froze at a faint sound and her ears strained to find it. A few lairs down she heard it again and became curious. Bypassing the opening that would lead down to Mathrea she moved over to peer down a long twisted cave of some dragon. The beast could probably hear her but if he ignored her then she could see what was going on. Carefully she made her way down in dead silence pausing a few times when she heard the animal shift. Coming to the final turn she very carefully leaned to look into the lair of the dragon. The beast had his head bent low but Valiance could not see what it was doing until the dragon moved once more and its bulk no longer obscured her view.

Red faced, she pulled her face back and flushed hotly as another muffled female moan echoed in the cavern. Peering again Valiance took in the sight of a female elf on her back; her naked thighs held open for the beast. The dragon dipped his head and a long tongue lapped at the female making her shiver as she humped at the slimy tongue in lust. Valiance watched with wide eyes until a glimmer of something wet caught her attention. The dragon shifted once more and the dim light of a single torch reflected from the liquid dripping from its excited shaft. The phallus dangled from between his hind legs and smears of seed oozed from the tip. Her own pants felt uncomfortable and she could feel moisture coming from her slit as Valiance peered once more at the two.
Rules forbid them to do such things and if caught the girl be forbidden to attend Nanairea.

At the beginning of the year though they had watched a rider submit herself to her dragon's tongue and then take his shaft into her. Afterwards they had observed a dragon with four females, he had used each one for hours on end.

Part of their teaching to prepare them for a dragon as their mate. Each girl had been given tools to break their hymen and begin to stretch their bodies in preparation. If they wished they could take elf lovers but had to be painstakingly careful not to get with child. It was not common though since most dragons did not like females with the scents of males already on them. Valiance had followed the rules and done so taking potions like many others to help with the pain of the first time. The elf had masturbated often with the polished wood rod and considered herself adequately ready. Glancing back once more she watched the girl arch her hips to the mouth of the animal and muffle her moans with her hand. Turning back and pressing her back to the stone she hid behind, Valiance bit her lip. With a thrill of risk she undid her jerkin and lifted it out of the way. Ever so softly she began to rub herself through her leggings, tracing her nether lips as she listened to smothered cries and wet slurping sounds. Delicate fingers danced over herself as she began to place more pressure and roll her hips into the strokes of her fingers. Biting the jerkin she held in her teeth she finally slid a hand under her leggings. Looking over the rock she watched her girl grind her hips on the dragon's tongue while sticky spurts of seed left the animal's shaft. Valiance could see the swollen organ pulsing ever so softly and she shivered. Pinching her clit she moved lower and plunged three fingers into her well spread hole, fingering herself as her palm brushed her sensitive clit over and over. Gripping the stone behind her in her free hand she listened again to the vulgar sounds and peeked every now and then. Studying the show with rapt fascination until her hips began to jerk forward. Riding her hand, she clutched at the rock more firmly and felt an orgasm begin to soar from her wet thighs.

A rough nudge nearly pushed her into the opening as she stumbled and fell against the stone yanking her hand free while whirling to face whoever had caught her. Of all the beings that Valiance expected to find; a night guard, another female trainee, even Mathrea, this was the last one she thought of.

Asmadaimas peered at her with keen eyes, his nose sniffing at her aroma as he sat watching her. How the hell a dragon had snuck up on her bewildered Valiance but she felt her heart stop when the dragon that had been licking the female shifted and backed up to turn and growl at them. Another dragon in his lair was a good reason to be annoyed the elf thought as she stumbled into a run and quickly left the cave. Running as fast as she could with her belt in her hand and her leggings hanging lose, she hid around a corner and quickly did herself up properly. Looking around the edge she heard no sounds of dragons fighting and thanked the immortals above. With light footsteps she made her way hurriedly to Mathrea's lair.

Why had Asmadaimas been there? The dragon was situated far from the lair she had been spying at. Red faced she growled into her hands and entered the familiar home of Mathrea. The dragon woke easily enough and took some time to sniff her crotch. Valiance did not fight him at first but when he tried to lick at her she danced from his reach. That female might be willing to chance being a rider but Valiance was not. Mathrea followed her insistently and the elf began to see why visiting dragons after sexual practice was forbidden. Maybe she had made a mistake in assuming that the dragon would not take her. Right now he looked very interested in her groin, although few dragons would not take the time to lick and mark a female. After lapping her thighs clean the dragon would stand over her and thick spurts of sticky seed would be splattered over her body. It was a marking of dominance not the union of mates though.

Finally she left the cave but the dragon followed her. Deciding they should go for a walk where the open winds would make her scent less prominent, the female made her way to the gardens.

When she found Asmadaimas seated calmly on the cluster of rocks she liked to rest at and she frowned at the dragon furiously and was suddenly angry.
"What the hell was that about? Why where you there?" she asked the great animal with a hiss in her voice. Mathrea had been following the elf sniffing at her but now he hung back and watched the dominant male wearily. As if to mock him, Asmadaimas lowered his head to sniff at Valiance, poking her thigh with his muzzle. The elf felt no hesitation has she whapped the beast with a closed fist against the sensitive hide directly behind the horn he had on his nose. The creature jerked back in astonishment and she glared back at him.

"Leave my groin the hell alone you bastard." she growled at him with open menace.

"You made your choice a long time ago, you picked miss dainty over me back then and it stands now. You leave me alone and don't ever sniff at me again." Valiance told the dragon with a shaky voice her emotions where unwinding perplexedly and she felt out of control.

She moved to walk away but spun back to point a finger to the ground, "And this is my place." she added. "We may have sat here together as children but it's my place, I found it first and showed you. So get lost." she finished with a note on triumph even as she whirled away and stalked off, never seeing the small feet of an elf on the other side of the dragon she had yelled at.

Valiance paced back and forth at a furious rate as Mathrea watched her. The elf was near tears and then viciously angry in the next moment. Everything was not alright, why had Asmadaimas been there? Why had Mathrea not growled when the other dragon scented her? Was he not her future mate? Pausing she looked up at the dragon who watched her with calm eyes and then twisted to pace harder, her face crowded with emotions. Twisting she walked on, knowing where she was going and hoping she would not anger anyone with the late hour.

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The female looked up to the closed doors and then whirled away from them only to turn back and stare at them some more. Whimpering in annoyance she fell into a squat and gripped her hair tightly as she hid her face in her hands. Part of her demanded she knock but everything else said she need to turn around and go back to her rooms. Mathrea had left her, going back to his home when she entered the much larger lair of a dominate elder dragon.
Groaning in frustration her mind bounced her options to flee or knock back and forth until the choice was taken from her. The door made a clicking sound and before she could run away the old wooden structure swung open. The elf with gold eyes stared at the girl on the ground with a dispassionate look. Her hair was rustled and she wore only a cotton shift over her smooth skin. Pushing a lock of messy dark hair from her face she jerked her thumb in a gesture for the girl at her doorstep to enter.

Valiance nodded her head reverently and entered quickly, pausing to pull of her boots as she tried to follow the other woman who did not pause as she walked away. Regent was the type of person you respected the second you met her. The younger elf was not sure why but she just was. All one had to do was stand in her presence and feel the calm secure air about her to experience the urge to obey the woman. When she spoke others shut up to listen to the composed assertive voice that seemed to make commands with every word. If Valiance ever wanted to be like someone it would be this natural born leader she figured.

"Tona." Regent spoke the word with such an absolute voice and it was all she needed to say for the other woman to understand the situation. They had entered the main resting chamber and the great dragon Methon was stretched out along the far wall, sleeping easily. The curve of his neck swung around by his front foot and the leg of a female who had to have been Mica was thrown carelessly over it. Valiance watched the small dragon babe sleeping on his mother would ever so slightly rise up and then sink down with her breathing. Two small babes where curled up against their father's hind leg and Regent made her way back to them, sitting down to reach for her sons and stroke them back into a fitful sleep. Tona had been resting along the ridge of her dragon's tail but she shifted and with a yawn stood up. Moving carefully with all the heavy blankets and cushions littering the floor that made up a giant bed she took her sleeping son and laid him on his father's head to sleep. The babe curled up and rested between the horns of its sire without waking. Methon opened one eye and looked at the elf as she walked away before letting his eyelid drop and close once more.

"Sorry to wake you so late." Valiance rushed out once they were in a study with the doors closed to not disturb the sleeping family.

"It's fine, what's wrong?" The older elf asked as she placed a pot over the fire to heat some water for tea.
"Nothing... everything... I'm not sure." The other replied as she lifted her legs to rest her chin on them as she perched in a worn chair.

"Start with the most important...?" Came the suggestion and Valiance had to think on what was the most significant.

"Or maybe what bothers you the most?" Was the second idea that made more sense to the confused girl.

"Asmadaimas is acting weird and Mathrea won't stand up to the great jerk and I'm scared about being a rider, what if I'm not good at it and I keep thinking about my parents lately, more so then usual and it's really bothering me. Why isn't this easy? Why do I keep thinking about them and not being a rider, what the hell? Seriously I need to focus but I can't and I don't want to fail and end up alone all my life..." the long winded rant started slowly but quickly exploded as the elf left her perch to pace around while Tona sat beside the fire and watched the water warm up.

"Is that all?" The mildly amused healer asked the trainee with a soft smile and received a glare as the younger female fell back into her seat and leaned forward, her hands running through her hair.

"I'm so lost right now Tona, and I don't know why!" She hissed out and struggled to keep her eyes from getting wet.

"Of course you are silly, your about to take a huge step in your life, you've chosen what you're going to do with your whole life and now you're about to do just that." The wiser elf explained as she lifted the pot and walked to the table to pour the steaming water into a tea pot.

"What if you're not good at it, you'll just learn until you are. If you don't like it then you'll find something else, you're still young yet Valiance." The words were so typically parental and so commonly spoken to every child and she knew that well enough. But Valiance needed to hear someone say them to her, for someone to give her that strange reassurance.

"Your parents are dear to you and of course you wonder about them, I think about my own family and sometimes even my husband as well, I often look out at the sky and I'm curious as to whether they survived and are living somewhere far off still." Tona admitted easily as she mixed sugar into the younger elves tea as she liked it and handed her the warm cup. The image of them was quite scenic and cozy and Tona suspected that was just what the scared child on the verge of adulthood before her needed right now.

"See I wonder that too, but how does one know, how would you ever find out? The attack was so long ago they must have moved away by now, to who knows where." Valiance asked and explained her own answer to herself.

"That's just it dear, we don't know and we can't find out. We all need to decide whether we want to dedicate the time to search leads and drag out every little rumor to try and find out. If it really bothers you Valiance you could look into it after you've become a rider." She offered and the other elf opened and closed her mouth once in utter surprise.

"I can...?" She asked with wide eyes and Tona smirked at the other.

"You really need to pay more attention to your studies. If you want to you can apply to seek out your family and if the city is ok with it, they'll give you access to the records of your city and all the area that took in refugees. You'd have to do some digging but you could probably track down what happened to most of the people in the area. I've never bothered to look myself but it seems like you would like to." Came the reply as Tona sipped her warm tea and Valiance nodded her head quickly astounded with this new knowledge. "Then after you've become a rider, apply. I don't see why they would deny you. As for the dragons, I wasn't aware you even knew Asmadaimas."

"Ah...it's not that...important..." The younger elf suddenly laughed with a nervous glint that made the older healer raise her brow. Sitting up Valiance quickly placed her untouched tea on the table and backed towards the door. "Don't worry about that I'll figure it out on my own and all. Thank you very much for the advice, you're really good at it." The jumpy female laughed out as she stumbled to the door and opened it carefully. "I'll let myself out." she said with a smile and made her move to slip away.

"Valiance?" Tona called and the female felt her shoulders go stiff and then drop as she stopped and turned to face the seated elf with a guilty expression.

"Yes?" She replied to the call, she had forgotten that no one knew that her and Asmadaimas had been friends once and the elf knew the riders paid close attention to the going on of the son of their leaders.

"Serene, she asks about you often, the girl seemed very curious about you for some reason." Was all Tona said as she stood and placed her finished tea down. The younger elf frowned at her with open confusion as she watched the healer approach and took her shoulder, turning her and leading her down the large hallways.

"About me?" came the slow query and Tona nodded her head as she gently pushed the girl out onto the door step.

"Good night Valiance, get some sleep dear." She offered as she closed the door curtly.

"Me?" Valiance asked the closed door with wide unblinking eyes.

Tona had made a point to tell her to rest but she doubted she could and so the young elf made her way to the dark gardens once more. It was always a quiet place that was out of the way and usually deserted. Walking with a lighter step then earlier she felt her shoulders were lifted of a great weight and was actually excited to hurry and become a rider and learn about her parents. Finally her questions could be sought out and maybe answered. Valiance knew it was unlikely she would ever see them and even if she could they might not be happy to discover her a dragon rider but just having the ability to know lifted such a weight off her heart.

Turning the corner she came to a halt and blinked at the dragon sitting calmly at the look out point still. His head was dropped in slumber and this time Valiance could see the out line of a sleeping elf beside him. Had she been their earlier? Valiance hoped not as she pondered her choices. Leaving seemed best and she began to backtrack to do so but the dragon shifted and his nostrils scented the air. Eyes slid open and he lifted his head. Serene had been leaning against him and she too awoke and turned to blink sleepily at the elf standing on the pathway.

".......evening?" Valiance finally said after a long awkward pause between the three of them.

"Evening." Serene replied with a quiet tone as she sat daintily, watching Valiance with curious eyes that compelled the other elf to explain why she was there.

"I was just walking and I was about to go." She pointed to the path to emphasize her point as she backed up a step. When she moved the dragon reacted and he stood up, shaking his joints as he moved towards the other elf with a seemingly determined stride. The loud and wild female frowned at him as he came towards her but she held her ground and let him come up to her.

"...did you want something?" The suspicious female asked in a curt voice as she crossed her arms defensively. The dragon replied by lowering his head and she narrowed her eyes, ready to give the beast a good smack if he tried to scent her. But he did not, the dragon simply bowed his head before her and it took Valiance a while to realize he was showing the signals of remorse to her.

"He's sorry, for acting improper earlier and for everything in general," Serene announced from her spot further away from the two and Valiance ducked her head, so she had been there before. "So am I. He really likes you, always curious when you walk by and ever frowning at Mathrea for being near you." The calm elf said as she kept her back to the other confused elf. Blinking at the strange confession she looked at the dragon and frowned, unsure if she wanted to accept the plea for her forgiveness. In the end though, she knew keeping grudges was bad for the soul and the elf patted the beast's head in acceptance as she walked by, moving closer to the elf looking away from her.

"Why would you be sorry? If you where here earlier then you know we knew each other; we used to play as children that's all, nothing great." Valiance reasoned as she stopped a few feet from the other pretty girl.

"But he always wanted to be near you, not me, just you." The other replied and her voice sounded strange, almost like she was weeping.

"That's not true he stays out with you twenty four-seven, everyone knows that." The curious trainee explained as she fell into a squat and moved a bit closer to the other elf. Serene was always smiling and looking so calm and wise that the other was thrown off by her strange voice and the fact she was not looking at Valiance while talking to her. Glancing back at Asmadaimas the dragon looked torn, wanting to clearly approach Serene but looking to Valiance and then hesitating to move. Staring at the dragon she looked back to the elf when a startlingly cold laugh came from her.

"He does now but before he barely even looked at me. Everyone wanted him to, though and the riders would put us together all the time, we'd sit there and stare at one another for hours. �A proper match we made,' everyone said." A soft sob announced that she was indeed crying and the other elf felt like she had been dropped into a very complex situation.

"I wanted to say we didn't but I never could, I just nodded my head and agreed, that's all I ever do, all I ever can do..." The last part held such self-detestation that Valiance moved a bit closer to the female, coming up behind her and frowning, unsure how to comfort the clearly distraught girl.

"That's not a bad thing..." She tried to say but the other shook her head to stop her from speaking.

"Don't say that �cause you know it is, you know better then anyone what it's like to say or do what you want and not be afraid to fail. Your so much stronger then I and you never have trouble with being who you want. You wouldn't understand being forced to be something else." The small elf sniffed as she wiped her runny nose, looking nothing like the lady she always seemed to portray. Valiance chuckled soft heartedly as she moved to sit beside the elf and looked out over the city.

"I'm that great huh? Never afraid to fail and strong? Sounds nice." She smirked as she glanced at the other elf.

"Please don't make fun of me. Just take Asmadaimas and leave me be." The teary eyed girl declared and looked away.

"Because he's so ready to leave." The amused female agreed looking back at the dragon who was glued to the spot, watching them both rather intensely. "Come on Serene, I'm not that great, I have fault, we all do, you shouldn't think so little of yourself, plenty of people here have more then enough high opinions of you." Valiance tried to cheer up the upset woman and craned her neck to smile up at her as Serene had her head tucked low.

"You don't understand." She whispered and the other elf smiled as she placed a warm around her shoulder like Tona would with her often.

"Then explain it to me." Came the quote of the healer whom served as her voice of reason. It was the first time Valiance had ever comforted another person and she was taking all her pointers from Tona's actions with her. But that mindset sprouted wings when the smaller elf turned in her arms and suddenly pushed her mouth against Valiance's. The very shocked and wide eyed elf stared at the other who kept her eyes tightly shut as she rested her warm mouth against the other's. Her cheeks were wet from her tears and the moisture made the other female's face more sensitive to the cool touch. Serene finally pulled back a bit and she dropped her head into the crook of Valiance's neck as she hugged the elf to her, trembling furiously. Sitting there with the young woman everyone adored curled in her lap; the stunned elf stared over at the dragon who was watching with a seemingly pleased expression. Her mouth opened to speak but Valiance could not think of anything to say just yet.

"Asmadaimas always watched you and I started to as well. After a while I began to see why he was so fascinated with you and I couldn't help myself." Was the soft confession that left Serene and made Valiance glance down at the soft hair with unsure eyes.

"Uhmmm, I'm not sure what... I..." The words were jumbled and the elf tried to grab at them desperately to form an answer.

"It's fine, I understand, I just needed you to know I guess." Serene said in such an accepting tone that it seemed like she had been expecting such a reaction. The smaller girl pulled away and moved to stand but Valiance grasped her arm in a sudden movement that made both of them blink. They stared at each other with wide eyes that showed their youth and Valiance gave a hesitant smile to the other. Serene suddenly lurched forward to hug her once more and they both fell to the grass making Valiance wince, but her smile remained.

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The next four weeks had flown by for the elf, everything coming together in an excited buzz of anticipation even she could not deny. Valiance had been rather shocked and uncertain with Serene's sudden affections but the more rambunctious elf was not unwilling to at least try.
Tona and Mica often embraced and kissed in public, it was not uncommon to see same gender couples either.
Having the attention of someone who looked to you as a possible lover was something she enjoyed she found. Serene was sweet and shy in her attentions but she gave them all the same, taking Valiances hand when she could and hugging herself close to her as they walked. They kept their new found relationship to themselves for a long while, never really going out of their way to express it. But Serene would sit by Valiance during their classes and the two would talk as good friends would. Teachers praised them wildly, encouraging Serene to help keep Valiance in line. While the softer elf was more attentive she was not prone to being distracted occasionally. She just had the cleverness in her to not be caught. Though she did listen more and would do her best to make Valiance do so as well. After a while when they walked down the halls talking Valiance would reach out and wrap an arm around the smaller female's shoulders. The action was a bit surprising but not outright unusual so it was accepted by others.

"People would think us odd." Serene had lamented one day when Valiance had taken her hand at dinner.

"Hardly, plenty of riders have sexual relationships with the other females of their dragons." was the more wilder females answer as the sat in the garden and watched the night sky, Asmadaimas curled up beside them.

"They live as a family and they know one another very well. A dragon is a wonderful mate but they can't speak to you, they can't hold you close as an elf can. I think most riders have more then one female simply because an elf would become lonely without that companionship. That and they're randy perverts." she laughed as the other elf flushed and the dragon beside them shifted in his light sleep, as if her knew she was insulting his kind.

"It would be wonderful if we both became Asmadaimas' riders." Serene sighed out with a smile as she looked out over the city. Valiance nodded her head with a shrug as she looked to the dark skies with a bit of a sigh. The elf was happy enough with her relationship with Serene but she was still unsure of the dragon. The beast had once turned away from her, even if he was heavily pushed to do so it had still hurt like hell. Pushing away the thought she looked at the other elf with her hair dancing around her face, the wind moving through it poetically. They had been acquaintances more then friends before but with some effort on both sides Valiance had come to know Serene better. Her parents where nobles and they had three daughters and two sons. Serene was the youngest and only one to become a rider. Her family had approved of her decision to serve the kingdom. The young elf herself admitted she had always adored dragons and did not share the occasional fear the people had of the great beasts. Becoming a rider just seemed right so she had turned her learning towards it and eventually became a trainee.
For the most part Serene was actually very insecure and worried her own opinions where silly or foolish. It took a good deal of prodding before Valiance could get anything beyond facts from the girl. She liked the gardens and was unbothered by the bugs in it but she confessed she was utterly horrified by raw meat, the smell and look of it made her stomach twist apparently. The sweet elf enjoyed reading and knew countless old legends and stories. Valiance had taken interest in that and the other had recounted stories for her. More often they not they would find a quiet place in the gardens or some abandoned training room. Serene really lost herself in her tales and it was clear she liked telling them. Valiance herself just found it amusing all round and each story was unique and enthralling, never repetitive or boring. Being a friend and near lover to the other elf was something she found herself willing and readily wanting to be. The two had shared a few soft kisses and warm embraces so far. Valiance did like to goose and grope the other girl when they where alone, but more for a reaction then sexual satisfaction. Beyond that they two where still standing on that line, both looking over the edge but neither ready to jump just yet.

Sighing again Valiance sat up and stretched her limbs out before standing. Serene looked up to her in question and the other girl ran a hand through her messy hair.

"I'm gonna visit Mathrea." was her explanation as she bid the other elf goodnight before walking to the familiar caves. Valiance had not forgotten the male and still spent time with him when she could. Truth be told she usually hid from Asmadaimas behind the other male, using him as a buffer of sorts. While she had always been fond of the regal male as a child it had truly hurt her deeply when he was no longer at her side. Life had gotten busy for both of then though. Training had started for Valiance and he had been taken to learn about being a mount for battle. It was unfair of her to keep avoiding him when the male clearly wanted her attention.
Throwing ideas between guilt and annoyance around in her head she walked down the wide cave of Mathrea's home and greeted him as the dragon lifted his head and sniffed her in return.
Settling cross legged on the floor she ran her hands through her hair once and looked up at the dragon. Studying his features she noted little quirks about him and smiled sadly. The truth of the matter was clear.
"We're not mates, not really." came her quiet statement and the dragon tilted his head, watching her in his usual interest. If Asmadaimas proved himself to her or not the truth was that her and Mathrea would never be right together. Companions undoubtedly but not a rider and mount, if they went down that path Valiance was sure she would be unhappy. While she adored the dragon he was just too laid back for her and if often frustrated her. The calm nature he gave off in waves was too dull for the fire cracker of an elf.
Mathrea extended his head and gently rubbed the flair of his nostril along her temple in a soft gesture. Reaching up she hugged the side of his face and smiled to him again with resolved regret.
"I wish we could have suited better." she told him honestly but knowing she had never really felt a spark of what she could often see between elder riders and their dragon mates.

The soft moment was broke with a low rumble and the female whirled to frown at the dragon carefully treading into the cavern. Each dragon was given his own cave, the large spaces where deep in tunnels and the pathways where like a maze at times. But each and every used cave was marked with claws along the ridge of the entrance and the heavy scent of it occupant. When another dragon dared to trespass nothing good happened. Mathrea despite his calm nature stood from his laying position and let out a snarl of warning. Asmadaimas was clearly unsure and knew he had no right to be there but the male scent the air and caught sight of her once more. Seeming to resolve himself he returned the snarl with his fangs bared, his breath suddenly icy cold. The winter element, Asmadaimas could create a blast of air that would freeze all it touched. Valiance was horrified to see Mathrea rise up, his aggravation of another in his home clear. The ideal of two fighting for her attention was a romanticized notion. Nothing but dread filled her at the fear of either dragon getting hurt or worst.
Jumping from the floor she sprang around the male at the entrance and ran to find a rider for help. But as she dashed down the wide stone floor she glanced back and found Asmadaimas backing out of Mathrea's cave. With a few hisses and snarls he turned and scent the air and seeing her he again followed. Mathrea did not leave his home and it was clear to the elf what had just occurred. The royal dragon had come looking for her and had tried to challenge Mathrea for her attentions. A dominant dragon in nature won the female and that instinct still remained. But with Valiance no longer there Asmadaimas had backed off to take chase of her, Mathrea had not. It stung a little but it was what the dragon had to do really, if he decided he wanted to fight for her then everything would turn terrible. Biting her lip she watched the soft blue dragon approached her easily, coming to stand beside her, waiting to follow her wherever she went.

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Nanairea was a festival of sorts, various shops closed, street vendors set up and decorations were placed up. More then a ritual of sex for new riders it was a step into the world of adults for them. The ceremony focused on the union for the riders but for the city any youths stepping from the classroom and into the work force were given special attentions. A light hearted atmosphere surrounded the streets and people laughed and parents proudly displayed their children made adult to friend and families. Down the long winding halls of the Riders main keep there was barely a soul. If they were not out enjoying the festivities they where down in the clearing of Mirrana. The long grass had been the very place the first rider had taken her dragon and so it was a strong tradition for all of the new riders to take their first times there. Rows of elder dragons sat along the cliffs in a uniform line as they looked over the wide field scattered with elves and dragons. Walking among the youth, elder riders moved about in lazy strides, making sure none of the over eager participants started the unions before the right time. Along the edges of the cliffs various riders sat with open cheer, looking forward to the lusty show about to be put on. Many were teachers or had sons among the young sitting in the field. Curious eyes speculated on the pairings and conversations circled who would claim who. The buzz was all though out the area and no one was above the light hearted guessing.

"One day you'll be down there, and you'll have your pick of the finest females." Mica told her son who sat perched on his mother's shoulder. The babe was more interested in eating Mica's hair then the proceedings but she laughed and cuddled her son lightly.

"It'll be years yet." Tona reminded her as she curled Kathnak under her arm securely, keeping her son close as she looked out over the field.

"So Mathrea nails Valiance and we all celebrate and then we go?" Came the lazily question form the elf seated at Tona's feet.

"Something like that Mica." The healer agreed as she smirked at Nethran's attempts to eat his mother's braid.

"It's Mathrea then?" Regent asked with a calm frown, eyeing the various dragons milling about the naked females in the field.

"I think so, maybe Asmadaimas." Came the reply that everyone with in hearing blinked at.

"Whaaa?" Mica drawled out and looked up at Tona, who shrugged in reply.

"Just a feeling." She assured them and looked back to the fields as the elder rider began to speak.

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"Nervous?" Valiance asked the female who sat a few feet from her with her back to her in modesty.

"A little." Serene replied honestly as she looked out at all of the riders gathered to watch with apprehension.

"About the sex or seeing me naked?" The cheeky elf asked and grinned at the back of the other elf. Pulling some grass out she threw it at the pale smooth shoulders. When they had met on the field earlier the smaller elf had turned bright red and faced away from Valiance, refusing to look at her nude body until the ceremony started.

"Stop it." Serene hissed with that same red face, not daring to look behind her at the other girl but clearly picturing her lopsided grin.
Soft brushes of grass ran down her bangs and then female blinked up to see the hand dropping it over her before she felt the nude form of the girl she had secretly adored for years pressed into her.

"Valiance!" The mortified elf squeaked as she was pulled down, the tall grass hiding them easily.

"What? No ones looking." Valiance assured her as she mock looked around, winking at a few dragons who where high enough to have a clear view of the two entwined females.

"It feels strange without clothing." Came the meek explanation that made the other elf grin, shifting she turned them so they where facing on another, Serene under her.

"I kinda like it." She replied and nuzzled the side of her face against the other elfs cheek.

"And so do you." Valiance whispered into the pale ear before gently nipping the flesh, the female under her squirmed at the touch. The bolder elf pressed kisses along her neck as she nipped and sucked the smooth skin with ease. This was not the first time she had fondled Serene nor the last as she had discovered a liking for making her squirm about. During the last week before the ceremony the two had finally taken to necking and some nice heavy petting that Valiance delighted in.

"Stop it, they're starting." Came the plea from the elf under her and Valiance grinned as she ran her hands down the bared flesh of Serene's side, trailing her fingers over her hip as she pressed her own weight to the female under her.

"You pay attention and I'll just get you ready." She whispered to the other elf as she licked her neck and felt the female shiver under her and whimper in a sweet voice that the other elf did enjoy. Digging her hands under the hips of the girl she held on to Serene as she rolled them and left the shy female sitting on her hips. Wide green eyes gazed down at her, a red face flushing deeply as she drank in the sight of the nude female below her. Biting her lip she looked away and tried to pay attention to the speaker. Smiling smugly the elf under her ran her hands up and down her sides and moved her hands to cup the weight of her breasts, making the other elf grasp and try to pull them away. Dropping her hands at the other's insistence she rested one on Serene's hip while the other she put behind herself to hold herself up so she could crane her head to catch a nipple in her mouth. The pale elf above her gave a short gasp and tangled her hands in her hair as she tried to pull the other elf away. But the dark skinned female tightened her teeth around the warm flesh and the other girl could not force her free. When she stopped pulling Valiance went back to sucking the hard bud. Serene's slit was pressed against the others thigh and she could distinctly feel the moisture of the other girl.

"Valiance, please." Came the low whimper as the other held her close and then let the nipple go with a wet smack as she leaned up to kiss the other elf. Serene accepted the gesture and held Valiance's face in her hands as they exchanged a warm kiss, the meeker female jerking when the other thrust her tongue into her mouth. But Serene melted into the sensation after a moment and responded to the sexual play of Valiance's tongue against her own.

Tightening her grip on the smaller elf, Valiance lowered her into the grass and took the time to properly kiss Serene senseless before pulling back. A tiny string of saliva connected their lips as the two eyed each other with open passion. Wordlessly Valiance dropped her head to lick and nip the pale collar bone and the elf under her lifted herself into the warm breath on her skin. Shivering, she ran her hands over the tanned back of the other female. Valiance sucked at the warm skin, licking at it while watching as Serene stared at her with shy eyes. Smirking at her she winked once and slid downward, licking a nipple in passing and then kissing the pale trembling stomach before pressing a kiss on her thigh. Serene stared at her and then looked up suddenly as a shadow fell over them.

Asmadaimas stood over the two with what Valiance thought was the most smug male look she had ever seen on any face before. He sat beside the two rather politely as if to say �don't mind me, please continue'. The tanned elf grinned as she slithered back up to kiss Serene deeply on the mouth before rolling off her and looking up the dragon before them. The beast watched them for a time and when it was apparent they were not going to keep giving the male a show he lowered his head to scent them. The nose of the great animal brushed her knee and Valiance spread her thighs wide for the male to breath in her excitement. Asmadaimas exhaled and the female shivered as the hot breath rolled down her thighs and rushed over her hungry body. Pleased with her aroma the dragon dipped his head between Serene's own thighs. Still lying on her back she flushed red but allowed the dragon to breathe her in as well.

Valiance grinned as the soft pale elf beside her whimpered at the attentions of the beast but her eyes blinked when he lifted his head and turned to her once more. Asmadaimas stood up and moved closer as he dropped his head between her own spread thighs. The jaws of the creature parted and the young elf watched with wide eyes as the wet tongue slide from his mouth and brushed her thigh. Jumping at the touch, she breathed in sharply as the hot sticky saliva of the beast now marked her leg. Unable to look away she watched as the wet limb wiggled about and move towards her center. The fat slimy thing pushed against her slit as he slurped her in a long lick; making Valiance gasp out loud. Jerking under the touch she shivered as the warm drool coated her and the tongue moved over her, slithering against her body as she tried to simply breathe.

A warm hand moved over her shoulder and Valiance turned to hide her face in Serene's shoulder as the elf moved behind her, her breasts pressed into the other's back. Gripping her hand, Valiance moaned out and arched her hips in to the touch of the dragon, its tongue had a pebbled texture and it ran over her slit and sensitive clit making her gasp and shiver. Asmadaimas seemed to understand he was pleasuring the female and he move closer, his tongue pushing harder to try and force itself into the tiny hole. Valiance dug her feet in the dirt of the field and lifted her hips higher for the dragon to have access to her.

Recalling the night she had watched the trainee letting her mount do this to her secretly, she understood now why she had chanced so much for the pleasure. All of the games Valiance had played during her own self pleasure seemed like nothing to the pleasure of his touch. Arching her back, her mouth hung open as Asmadaimas' tongue finally found her slit and immediately slithered into her. Crying out, she bit her lip as the dragon moved his tongue about in trying to force more into the tight hole. Drool was running down her thighs and dripping off her backside but she could not care less.

"Immortals... ah..." she tried to speak but her words refused to form and Serene merely pressed warm kisses on her shoulder, cupping Valiance's breasts and massaging them. Turning her head the tanned elf raised an arm to hold Serene's hair as she struggled to find the other's mouth. Chuckling softly the other elf pulled back and pushed her hair out of her face and moved to kiss the other female. Their tongues danced and Valiance whimpered as Serene watched her squirm about, lost in the strange pleasure of Asmadaimas' tongue. The beast watched the two kiss, their tongues spearing into one another mouth as salvia dripped between their moist lips. Pulling his head back he moved in and lapped at the two, smearing the warm spit on their faces, the dragon clearly wanting to get in on the making out. Valiance allowed him to push his tongue into her mouth and she sucked on the texture as Serene pressed kisses in the sensitive places along the male's face, rubbing his scales soothingly. The dragon pulled back and long stands of saliva hung from Valiance mouth as she stared at the beast with half lidded eyes, her body humming with pleasure as she felt the warm slippery liquid coat her body. Serene wasted no time in kissing the other elf again and she eagerly licked and lapped at the spit of their male. The shy female from before seeming to vanish in the act of their first mating.

Asmadaimas shifted and moved about suddenly and the two looked up to him. Serene took in a breath was she saw the long shaft of the dragon dangling under him, white gobs of pre seed hanging from it has he moved about, sniffing at Valiance with obvious desire.

"He wants to mount you." Serene whispered and the other elf shivered as she stared at the cock of the dragon. The skin was smooth but thin and she could see the veins under it pulsing with blood. Along the top ridge was a series of bumps and the base had what looked like a thick knot. Every dragon was different from the next and their shafts were also unique. Valiance bit her lip as she realized Asmadaimas had every intention of shoving that thing right into her. It was at least three inches wide and four inches longer then the practice rods she masturbated with.

"I'm not sure I can take that." She whispered and Serene hugged her shoulder.

"Of course you can, we both will." The elf assured her and she glanced at the green eyes of the softer elf as she smiled.
"You should be his first." Valiance said, trying to lead the other female closer but she remained. The first rider was considered the highest honor and the dragons most prized female. Serene however shook her head as she sat beside her.
"You knew him long before I and he's made his choice, don't fight that." she implored with another warm smile, not the slightest hint of disappointment in her features.
Asmadaimas nuzzled at Valiance's side wanting her to roll over for him. Gulping once she obeyed and rolled on to her hands and knees as the dragon shifted about beside her. The beast reached back and took Serene's arm gently in its jaw, leading her away. The small elf followed the creatures lead and she gave a soft cry of surprise when he let go and nudged her once hard. Falling back, her rump hit the dirt and the dragon's head pushed her thighs apart. Understanding what he wanted, she spread herself for the male to have access to her slit. Pleased with her arrangement he shuffled about and moved to make sure Valiance played her part as well.

"Seems like he's got it all planned out." The tanned elf laughed weakly as she was nudged and positioned on her hands and knees with her rump held high for the dragon. Asmadaimas sniffed her rump, his tongue licked her once in along swipe that made her gasp out before he moved above her. Gripping the earth tightly she looked up at Serene, who smiled encouragingly and the elf flushed when the cock of the dragon poked her backside. The thick meat of the beast rubbed against her skin and she shivered at how hot it was. The tip was drooling out pre seed and she could feel the very warm liquid running down her thigh. It was hot and she knew it would make her jump when he spurted her body full of it. But despite the scalding sensations, the seed would not actually hurt her in anyway; her insides where simply more sensitive to the heat of the beast.

Asmadaimas moved over her again and the dragon's hind legs lowered as he squatted and began to hump at her, seeking that wet hole. His cock slapped the inside of her leg as he slid too low and the dick bobbed between her spread limbs, brushing her thighs at is spurted warm spunk on the ground below her. Dropping her head, she gazed along her own form and watched the wide head of the shaft bounce about while trying to find her channel. The elf felt a sort of empowering sensation as she realized he would not be able to gain access to her without some help. Reaching back a hand she rubbed the underside of the shaft and the dragon panted above her, shifting closer and thrusting more wildly as he felt her palm run along the underside of his cock. Warm seed shot from the tip and it had enough force to reach her face, hitting her cheek as she blinked. The spunk spattered on her skin and ran down along her lips as she tasted it warily. The mixture was strange and salty sweet, not a bad taste but nothing she could place. The elf would have time to taste him better later she decided as she gently pushed the jutting rod up against her wet snatch. Asmadaimas again moved with more vigor as he felt her warm skin along the top of his member as well. The smooth skin of the animal's shaft rubbed against her own warm slit and Valiance gasped out as it caused a sweet friction over her clit. Digging her fingers into the earth she kept the male there, letting him hump at her as hi

s cock stimulated her and her own hips quivered and rolled against the hot meat.

"You're teasing him." Serene called as she watched the two with wide, fascinated eyes.

"I am." The kneeling elf agreed as she gasped out with pleasure, raising her face to look at the other elf as warm semen trailed down her cheek.

"Don't be so mean, let him have you." The pale elf requested of the other and Valiance smirked, even, as she looked back to the shaft thrusting against her. Letting it go she leaned forward so the head of the cock would be near her slit and she reached back to lift the fat thing to her opening. Clutching the dirt under her she tried to relax herself as she let the tip push at her parted nether lips and the dragon above her went still. The thick meat of the beast rested at her hole for a few endless seconds and then he shifted dropping his hips low and spearing her in one hard long thrust. Valiance screamed out and tried to crawl away from the intrusion but Asmadaimas pushed a front arm back and his claws rested on her shoulder as he struggled to shove her back on the too hot prick spreading her wide.
Whimpering she trembled as the dragon held her in place, letting the thick phallus in her twitch and throb as pre seed kept spurting from the head. The elf twitched every time it splashed into her insides and she struggled to breathe as her body adjusted to being so utterly filled. The tools she had used had not been too much smaller and it was not so much pain as much as discomfort running through her. Asmadaimas moved and dropped his front leg down as he swung above her. Carefully he slid back a few inches and then slid back home, testing the sweet hole and watching as Valiance moaned out, her body arching as her back and shoulders rubbed his scaled under belly. When he was sure the little elf under him was not in pain, the beast began to shove at her. With rough movements he pushed her to the earth and rutted her small hole with his shaft. The cock in her was so much hotter then her own body temperature and she felt every inch of it, shivering as seed kept coming from the tip and filling her.
Valiance slumped as she rested her torso on the dirt but kept her ass held high for her mate's pleasure. Looking past the forearms of the beast she saw Serene on the ground, her body trembling as the head of the dragon pounding her rested between her thighs.
Valiance grit her teeth as the animal above her continued to fuck its new rider harshly. Her body was sweating as she struggled to do anything more then just lay there. Pushing herself to her hands once more she began to shove back at the beast and was rewarded with even harder slams into her body. The feral animal hammered into her and he used his bulk to push her back down in a dominating gesture. The male was mounting her, not the other way around. Claws dug into the ground to give him more leverage as he began to use his weight to lunge into the hot snatch of the little elf under him. The dragon was repaid for his efforts with the loud cries of the female under him, her body over taking her as she felt every shove.

The normally cheeky and bold elf could do little more then whimper and gasp for air as the dragon rode her roughly, dominating her as he took her body. Asmadaimas was showing her in that very moment that while the elves would ride and direct the dragons in battle; it did not make them the owners of the beasts. Crying out she shivered and felt the hot jabs of the animal's cock leaving burning semen in its wake. Every time he pulled back hot gobs of the spunk came out and ran down her body. Her backside and thighs where coated in it and she could feel it beginning to run down her back as well.

Wet vulgar sounds filled the air as the cries of various females rose around her. The ceremony was in full swing now and all around her other elves where being pounded just a hard, forcefully dominated and claimed by the beast they would live with until their deaths.

Serene gasped out loudly and Valiance looked up to see the tongue that had lapped her was buried deeply in the small hole of the other pale haired elf. Above her the dragon shifted and he pushed down on Valiance suddenly and the elf struggled to breathe as he pushed her body into the dirt with her thighs spread out wide. Gasping, she screamed out when the dragon unleashed a flood of cum in her womb. Fully sheathed he yanked his head back and roared out once while her body jerked as she climaxed amidst the endless semen jetting into her with brutal force. It was far too searing and she cried out as it kept coming, pumping into her as the fat bulb at the base of its shaft kept the liquid from seeping out. Valiance laid beneath the beast as it let up a little, giving her room to breathe as she felt her stomach budging slightly from the sheer amount of dragon semen in her. The two seemed dazed as their high slowly began to slip and elf and dragon worked to drag air into their lungs amiss the harsh panting.

Asmadaimas seemed done with her finally and she felt him lift up high, her body going with him. Gripping at the dirt once more, her thighs trembled as he lifted himself higher and her backside dragged up until he lifted her knees from the ground. Finally though, his knot came free with a slurping sound and the elf felt hot spunk splash out her as she fell to the ground dazed. Laying there she still gasped for air as her body felt so deliriously tired and utterly used.

Serene stumbled as the dragon pushed at her with its snout, she crawled to where the other elf laid looking barely conscious. The tanned female was covered in saliva and steaming seed as bits of dirt and grass clung to her sweat soaked skin.

"Valiance....?" the meek female asked with wide eyes she moved closer to her. Asmadaimas carefully moved the marked elf, pushing her onto her back with gentle ease. Valiance let the claws shift her and watched as the dragon nudged Serene to kneel over her on her hands and knees. The pale elf looked at her with scared eyes as the dragon moved over her, eager to mate its second rider.

"Are you ok...?" Serene asked and Valiance managed to nod weakly. The small elf whimpered as the wet shaft of the dragon began to nudge at her thigh, seeking her tight hole.

"Does it hurt terribly?" Came the frightened question and the overcome elf managed a weak smirk and shook her head in negative. Reaching up she pushed her mouth against the others and the elf above her responded to the kiss desperately. Clinging to the other female to mask her fears as the male above humped at her, wanting to spear her just as he had the other elf.

Still kissing the small scared female Valiance reached between them and found the thrusting prick that had just abused her so roughly. With her other hand she rubbed Serene's wet snatch and parted her lips. The elf responded by breaking the kiss and hiding her face in Valiance's shoulder, caking herself in the seed and saliva that was smeared all over the tanned elf.

"It'll be fine... here it comes." She whispered to the trembling female above her as she led Asmadaimas' still throbbing meat to the drooling hole of the sweet elf. "Hold on to me." She offered and the female's fingers bit into her arm as she nodded her head.

Asmadaimas shifted and moved above them until the tip of his cock was pushed against Serene's opening. The dragon growled as he moved forward even more, pushing into the warm cavern eagerly. Serene tried to crawl forward when the shaft began to sink into her but Valiance held her in place as the animal above them slid home with a more gentle thrust then his first mounting. He sheathed himself in a single movement still but took more time to stretch the fragile elf out.

"Oh... immortals..." Serene hissed in Valiance's ear as her nails dug into the other's arms as the beast finally finished hilting the snug hole completely. Again the dragon waited for a time, slithering its long neck to watch the two elves, looking for the signs of pain from Serene before he pulled back a bit and pushed back into her with more force. Serene whimpered as he began to move above her with more ease then he showed Valiance but less care then his previous thrusts. Rather then losing his mind to the feral lusts the male was showing a unique restraint as he carefully worked her walls, allowing Serene a bit of time to adjust herself to the sensations before he began to truly mate with her.

But the beast was soon beginning to feel the urges of his basic instincts and the thrusts grew in power and speed. The elf above Valiance was jerked back and forth as Asmadaimas began to ride her now with the same careless strokes he had used on Valiance. The meeker elf looked no better then she had either, her mouth hung open as she simply struggled to breathe while being viciously claimed. Lying under her, Valiance watched as Serene was plowed by that thick shaft, her body lunging every time he thrust deep and then yanked back as he pulled back only to slam forward again.

Asmadaimas rode her as she whimpered and cried out, her eyes staring at Valiance as she was fucked. The two watched one another in that moment as they shared a sweet second before reality came back as Serene screamed out, the dragon pushing her down to the earth, forcing her body snugly against Valiance as the dragon grinded into her. Wrapping her arms around the other female the two help on tightly as Serene kept gasping and spasming.

The dragon above her took physical pleasure when the small hole went tighter even, constricting on his shaft as he pushed at her. But when he had a hard time sinking deep; he simply put more force into it, making Serene gasp out. When the fat dick was deep enough that the bulbous end of his cock rubbed her nether lips he squatted lower and sank it into her with a second roar of dominance.

Serene pulled back from Valiance's shoulder and kissed the other elf, her lips parted so her tongue could snake deep. The two sharing spit as her womb was suddenly being filled by the too hot spunk. Breaking the kiss she shut her eyes and bit her lip as the burning sensations ripped through her, so very close to pain.

Valiance could feel the other's belly growing warmer and then budging even as Asmadaimas marked his second female. The small elf seemed to lose her will as she slumped against Valiance lifelessly and dragged air into her lungs.

"Is it hot?" Valiance asked and the elf on top of her shivered.

"Terribly." Came the gasp in reply with a shudder to accompany it.

"Feels good though, right?" She countered and smirked into Serene's neck as the other female found her hand and entwined their fingers without answering. Asmadaimas shifted once more but he did not try to pull free from Serene and so the three stayed like that.

After a long time of lying in the dirt with a naked slimy elf on her, Valiance actually began to doze lightly. Serene gave a sudden gasp and her body jerked, waking Valiance. Before she could question the other a hot splash of seed hit her hips and thighs signaling Asmadaimas had pulled free. The dragon stepped away and turned to inspect them, sniffing at the two covered in his warm thick semen. Serene slid off the other female and laid beside her, the two curled up as the animal nudged at their legs and inspected the two carefully.

"Yes, yes, good job now stop it." Valiance grumbled as she kicked tiredly at the male shuffling around them.

The male stood above them, lifting his great head to observe the open fields as if to make sure other knew of what he had just done, whom he had just claimed. Finally after a few more long looks around him the male sat and then moved to lie down easily beside them and rest his head, pleased with his catch and sure no one was going to try and steal them.

Curled up covered in sticky fluids with a beautiful elf and a well respected dragon watching over them was not how Valiance had imagined she would end up on the day of the ceremony. For years she expected a simple union with Methrea and maybe a new friendship with any second female he chose.

Throwing her leg over Serene suddenly, she chuckled as they cuddled close and the world seemed so much more interesting and less looming.

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GUARDIAN-HAWK:

WORTH THE TROUBLE:

Trell growled and twitched the ankle of his left hind leg as the human Marcus attempted to wrap a string around it, knocking the little creature onto his backside. "You know I don't like humans," he grumbled in dragonspeak to his mate, Aunara. "Why do I have to tolerate his presence in our cave?"

She nuzzled his blue-scaled jaw. "Because I've purchased something from him, and he has to measure you to make sure it's sized properly. If you would just stand still for five minutes, he would be done and out of here again. I trust him, and so should you; he will not attempt to harm either of us, or steal from our hoard."

He growled again, but held his leg still so the man could measure his ankle, marking his string with a piece of charcoal before moving to the next thing he had to measure. "You purchased something? What did you pay him with?"

"Some of the silver coins I had from before we met."

"Fine. But what is it, exactly, and why do you have to measure MY body for it?"

"A surprise," she purred. "He already measured me, and now he has to figure out what size to make yours."

Aunara helped him position his body for each of the human's measurements, but her mate grew more and more suspicious as the session went on and when Marcus went to wrap the string around his snout, only a quick slap of Aunara's paw kept him from raking his claws through the man.

"Trell, this is something I know you're going to like, and I suggest you calm down before I tell Marcus it's not worth the trouble. Keep still or I will force you to," she snarled.

"I never trusted humans, you know that. Why do you think our cave is so isolated? You must remember what was going on when we met... If--"

"You just never gave them a chance, and after hearing stories from some of the locals around your old cave you shouldn't have been surprised they came after you like that." She softened her voice and nuzzled him again. "And even if you don't trust him, you can trust me, can't you? I only want him to craft something for me. It's a surprise for you, and I know you will enjoy it, if you'd just give him time to make sure he knows what size to make it so it will fit properly."

She paused and translated Marcus' directions for his next measurement, then made sure Trell held still, noting the expression on his face; he still frowned, upper lip pulled back slightly to show a little more of his teeth. He didn't seem to recognize the position he was in, but then, he was usually on his back for that... Nor had he picked up on any of the hints she had left when discussing the surprise, but that was just who he was.

It was too bad he didn't realize it; her surprise wouldn't be ready for a month at least, it had been quite a while since they had last mated, and even longer since that night they had become mates, when she hadn't even waited to release him from the chains local humans had captured him in to mate with him for the first time. It was then their love of bondage was born, but without the ability to forge metal themselves they hadn't been able to explore it properly since... only a little while longer, she thought, smiling a little. Though that gave her an idea, as she translated another measurement, and when he growled again she purred and nuzzled behind his jaw, whispering, "how about this: you do this for me, without complaining any more, and after I drop him off at his smithy we'll mate, however you want us to."

He started to purr back at her and his attitude improved instantly; the last five measurements took only moments, and by the time Marcus was done Trell was doing his best to hide a growing erection from him. "I'll be back as soon as I can," Aunara said, brushing her tailtip teasingly along his belly, circling as close as she could around the area he wanted so much for her to touch--but then, that was for when she got back. Didn't want to arouse him enough for him to get impatient...

She scooped Marcus up carefully in her foreclaws, then spread her wings and jumped from the ledge outside their cave. It was a short flight from there, across two valleys to the town where Marcus kept his shop. She set him down outside his door and said, "how long do you think it will be?"

The human thought for a moment, moving his hand back in forth in the air. "For both sets, perhaps four months, if I build them side by side. But if I do them one at a time I should have the first ready in six or seven weeks. What would you prefer?"

"Forge his first, please."

"Very well. I will put the signal-flag on my roof when it is ready."

"I look forward to it. Goodbye." Aunara leapt back to the sky, hurrying back to her cave and her sure-to-be-eager mate.

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She took the two ends of the chain, one in each paw, then pulled as hard as she could.

"The ore you found for me is the strongest metal I have ever worked with," Marcus said. "That chain would hold even if it was fought against by one of the great warrior dragons of legend."

She squinted at the individual links: they showed no signs of strain. "I wouldn't go that far, but it will do for my Trell. I can't wait to see the look on his face," she grinned.

"Speaking of which, here is the bridle the tanner helped me put together for him," he picked up the thick leather-and-metal device from where it lay on the table behind him. "You can remove the bit from the bridle if desired, as you asked. We have finished the bridle that fits you as well, but you will have to wait another few weeks for the metalwork in your size, I expect."

Aunara laughed. "I think it will take about that long for us to use what you've made already. I have to reserve congratulations until after we've tested it out, but thank you for the effort you've put into this."

"You wouldn't believe the compensation my Lord is giving me for keeping the resident dragons on friendly terms with us," he said, "and anyways I could hardly refuse a paying customer."

"More than that. If these work properly you'll have customers coming to you from all over the country, eager to buy from a smith whose work can withstand even the strength of a dragon."

Marcus smiled. "You're too kind."

She tilted her head to one side, looking at the two bridles, then said, "could you put mine on, please? I'd like to make sure it's not too uncomfortable."

"Of course. If you'd just lower your head so I can reach..." He picked up the device and guided the bit into her mouth, then pulled the other loops over her head. He tightened the strap behind her horns first, pulling the bit to its proper location behind all her teeth, then secured the two bands across her snout, strapping it tightly shut.

She flexed her jaw the little she could, flicked her head to either side, then tried to speak; both English and dragonspeak were unintelligible, which was just what she was hoping for. And the metallic bit, while cold, wasn't sharp against her lips or gums at all and would probably warm up after it was on for a little while. She nodded, satisfied, then scratched "off" in the dirt between herself and the human.

"The black and silver look wonderful against your white scales," he said while he took off the bridle and put it back on the table. "I could consider making something more proper for a lady like you to wear, perhaps a necklace or bracelet, or a ring for one of your horns or claws... But that's for another time. Shall we pack all this up?"

"Not yet, I have to make sure I know how the locks work."

"Very well. Oh, and this will be new for you; I've recently experimented with a new lock design that's much more secure than what you'd be used to, though more difficult to make. In the past, you see--and for the chains you'll use for binding wings and so on--I created loops on either side of the close point to hook a separate lock through, but that's a weak system because the locks could be removed with the right tools and knowledge by professional thieves. Now I've created a mechanism that's contained in the two sides of the object to be locked, that will lock automatically when closed. Observe."

He took a pair of close-linked shackles from his table and closed one of them. "Did you hear that clicking noise? That was the latch closing." He tugged on the inside of the shackle to prove it was closed, then held it up to her. "See the keyhole there? You unlock this like you would any normal lock, and I've even made the key your size," he picked it up to show her. "I've made a few spare keys as well, in case you break one, or lose one. But all his shackles and locks, and yours, will work on the same key to avoid confusion. Here, open it."

Aunara took the giant key, nearly the size of the man's arm, and unlocked the shackle with it. "Perfect; thank you again. If these work properly tonight, I'm adding some silver to your purse."

"The least I could do for such a wonderful client. Let's get this packed up so you can get back to your mate."

Marcus laid out all of the gear he had made on a leather mat, noting the function--or potential functions--of each piece for her benefit as he set it down. Once it was all there, she rolled it up carefully and he helped her place the roll inside a gigantic sack.

"And here's your second payment; expect your third in the morning, unless we break something." She reached into a pouch around her neck and pulled out some coins for him. "Thank you again."

She couldn't have flown back to her cave fast enough, even if she hadn't been weighed down by all the new bondage equipment clutched in her claws. But finally she arrived, and landed softly on the ledge before walking inside. Trell was asleep, as she expected, and she hid the sack behind the largest pile in her part of their shared hoard, then took off her coin-purse and sniffed carefully around the cave before lying down against the warmth of her mate's side to rest with him.

But Trell's paranoia awakened him only a couple of minutes later, and he snapped his head up with a growl, sniffing at the air around them. "I smell humans."

"I was in town today; they probably rubbed off on me. I just checked the whole cave a moment ago, and you know it would be nearly impossible for them to climb up here."

"So you say. But they can be very hard to stop when they decide they want to do something, no matter how dangerous it is."

"Would you stop that? Not all humans want to kill dragons, and not all dragons want to stay away from humans as much as possible. You remember when we visited my brother two springs ago, don't you? How he'd made an agreement with the Lord on his territory to work with him to keep the lands safe, and how it had made him so wealthy; his hoard is larger than our combined one, and he hasn't even begun to look for a mate yet. You can live in peace with humans if you'd just stop thinking it's necessary to terrorize them as soon as you install yourself in a new territory."

"I wouldn't go calling your brother a normal dragon."

"I see your point, but still. It can be done; just look at your own mate, you silly beast!" she slapped his side with her tail.

Trell coughed out a laugh at that. "I'll consider it. What were you doing in town, anyway?"

She hesitated, thought a moment. "Oh, I suppose we may as well. Have you hunted today?"

"Yes. Why?"

She stood up and began to walk over towards where she had hidden the gear, holding her tail high. "I went and picked up that surprise today, and since we're both awake and we both have some energy, now's as good a time as any to break it all in."

He took a few steps after her, then stopped, head tilted to one side. "Break in... What do you mean?"

Aunara picked up her sack of gear, then bounded back over to him and set it down between them. "This."

He sniffed at it and pulled a face. "All I smell is human."

"Just because they made it doesn't mean it's bad." She opened the sack, pulled out the mat, then unrolled it between them, revealing the chains, the shackles, the bridle, and everything else.

Trell scanned the mat, face lighting up. "Oh, wow! You got humans to make this? ...oh, this is why you had that human measure me," he grinned, the slit hiding his penis starting to swell. "But are these the ones measured for me, or for you?"

"For you," she purred, reaching across the mat to nuzzle him on the snout.

He returned the nuzzle. "What did I ever do to find a mate as wonderful as you?"

"All the right things. Want to try them on?"

He picked up a pair of shackles in one paw and examined the locking mechanism. "Only if you use them properly," he laughed.

"Oh, I intend to." She stepped around the mat, took the shackles from him and closed them around his forepaws. Next came a long chain, which she wrapped tightly around his folded wings, then she helped him onto his back before adding two shackles on either end of a long, thick metal bar to hold his hind legs spread wide apart.

He tested his restraints while she untangled his bridle; nothing gave in the slightest, and even the spreader bar didn't bend. "Do you have keys for these?"

She finally got the straps of the bridle to come apart. "Yes, so they won't be one-time-only like the last ones," she laughed. "Now here's the last part," she took the bit in one paw and lowered it towards his jaws.

Trell looked at it, then coughed a little fire and clamped his jaw shut to refuse it--but still smiling, so she could tell he was just playing.

"Oh, really?" She cocked her head to one side, then pressed down on his neck with her other paw, pinning his head. "And how do you think you'll be stopping me when you can barely move?"

He squirmed as best he could, trying to play-fight back at her, but his forepaws were clumsy and slow in their shackles and he couldn't even get his hind paws close to her. His tail was free, though, and he got in a couple good whacks on her rump with that before she twined her tail around his own to stop him.

And still she pinned down his head, now pressing the metal bit against his teeth, waiting for even the slightest opening of those fangs... He growled and turned his head away. But then she released his tail and wrapped the tip of hers around his emerging cock, teasing it out, clenching and pulling and working all up and down its length.

He couldn't help but gasp at the sudden sensation, openmouthed, and even though he refocused quickly it was too late: his jaws closed with the bit already in the back of his mouth, and a moment later she had buckled the straps of the bridle tightly shut around his snout. He growled, struggled, tried to spit out the bit, but now his teeth were locked not by will but by the tough leather and steel of his bridle, and he couldn't open his jaws even a claw's width.

"Not fair," he tried to say, but the bridle turned even the guttural syllables of dragonspeak to muffled grunting. Now that all the restraints were on he stopped fighting her, curious again at his range of motion, the strength of the gear, and just how they'd be able to put it to use...

"Not the most imaginative of sets, but I thought we'd start simple just in case something went wrong," Aunara said, and he realized, looking over at the mat she'd laid out, that she had given him only a few of the crafts she'd purchased. "Later we can add the blindfold, the reins, the tension choker, the toys... And maybe by then the set that fits me will be ready..."

He nodded and flexed his hindquarters invitingly, humping at the air in her direction as if to say, "save the talk and get on with it already."

But of course even if she took his hint she wasn't about to give him control; she had just chained him up, after all. He could only watch--which wasn't at all a bad thing--as she paced slow circles around him, tail raised to display her sex to him, pausing every few steps to arch her back and look back at him and drawing growls of appreciation when she did so.

After a couple minutes of these displays she finally returned to him and began to nuzzle up and down his neck, purring and tickling at his tail and hind legs with her tailtip and occasionally brushing at his belly with a wing. Trell nuzzled her in return as best he could and managed to match her purr with his own despite the gag. But he couldn't help but continue to flex his hindquarters up in the air, breaths quickening and arousal growing painfully stiff at her prolonged tease.

Finally she shifted her weight and straddled him, though still she kept the part of herself he was most interested in out of his very limited reach, taunting him more seriously now. She moved the attentions of her tailtip to the swollen scales around his penis and waved her hindquarters back and forth over his chest, then she paused a moment, took one of his horns in her jaws and steered his head around to make sure he stared at her underbelly and vent--and his own arousal--while she teased him.

He growled softly, pleadingly, and curled his own tail around, and even though she blocked it with hers it pushed her to move her tailtip to the exposed skin of his erection, gripping it in a trio of loops and constricting softly, enough for him to know she was there but not enough to really stimulate him. She held him like that for a little while, until he whined and tried to grind against her grip, then she released him all at once and started tickling at her own sex instead.

The sensation made her jump away from him a little, and he took the chance to put his own tail around his cock--a move she didn't stop this time, but he was barely able to get a grip on himself before she shook her head, growled, and took a couple steps backward: enough to line them up properly, though still she held herself out of his reach.

"We haven't done this in far too long for me to tease you, or myself, any longer," Aunara panted. "Ready?"

He grunted assent and arched his back again, bringing them as close together as he could, then she growled, bared her teeth and nearly threw her weight atop him, pinning his shackled forepaws between them, gripping his hind paws in her own and getting her fangs around his throat, forcing his head to the ground. Then finally she lowered herself onto his cock, moaning and squeezing lightly at the scales of his throat as she did so, and once he was fully inside her she wrapped her tail around his as close to the base as she could manage.

He growled at her when she didn't move any further and tried to pull out enough to thrust again, but trapped beneath her weight and chained as he was all he could do was wait for her to make the next move--a fact she emphasized by putting a little more pressure against the scales of his throat when he struggled. She forced him to lay still for a minute or more, getting both of them accustomed to the feeling, and only then did she clench the muscles of her chest and belly and raise herself back up off of him with nearly agonizing slowness.

But she surprised him by slamming herself down and picking back up nearly as quickly as she would have at climax, and the sudden sensation set both of them moaning at the pleasure. It seemed to Trell that she had originally meant to slow down again after the two quick jerks, but she forgot her intentions in the moment of intense feeling and only slowed to a more reasonable and sustainable pace, moving smoothly from full to empty and back again. After a moment she removed her fangs from around his throat and began to nuzzle and purr at him again, licking at the scales of his face and throat while she rode him.

She started to increase her speed, pushing down harder onto him and pulling off less, and beneath her he started to shudder against her and against his restraints, trying to hold himself back as best he could until she too was ready for orgasm. So she stopped herself again, gave him a moment to rein himself in--though he whined in protest--then started again at even greater speed. It didn't make much difference; Trell felt the final buildup of pressure in his belly almost an instant later, then gave in to the experience and came, howling past his gag, fighting her weight and his shackles and spasming again and again, emptying himself into her with an effort that left him breathless.

Aunara knew he would have preferred her to stop then, but she was so close... And he didn't have a choice, she thought, and bared her fangs again, snarling at him when he gave her the pleading look she was expecting. He struggled again, trying for the first time to get away from her attentions, but it was no use; she kept right on thrusting despite his attempts to fight her off. But he didn't have to wait long, for she climaxed just moments after he started to fight, her insides seizing against him, and she hunched down close, digging into him with her claws, mantling her wings and letting out quiet little gasps, and finally after nearly half a minute of intense pleasure she subsided and collapsed.

He squirmed again and growled as loudly as he could through the bridle, and after taking a few seconds to get her wind back she dragged herself off of him with one final squeeze at his softening penis. "Wasn't that wonderful?" she purred, and nuzzled him again.

He nodded, but growled again and moved the bit around noisily in his mouth.

"Oh... How uncomfortable is that?" she asked, reaching to open the buckles. "I had Marcus strap mine on so I could make sure it didn't cut at my mouth, but I didn't see if it would grow uncomfortable after wearing it and fighting against it for a while."

"Not too bad," Trell said once the bridle was off, "or it wasn't sharp, at least, but my jaw is a little sore from biting down on it."

She unlocked his shackles and the chain around his wings, put it all back on the mat, then sprawled on the stone where it was still warm from their exertions. "You're going to have to get used to it, then, because you know you'll be in chains as often as I can convince you to put them on. ...or whenever I can force you into them, if you ever want to try something like that."

He laid down against her and nuzzled between her horns, purring. "Only until that human has the chains that fit you ready for us."

"Assuming you don't like giving me control too much... I told you associating with humans was worth it," she laughed. "And hopefully it'll eventually be enough for us to have eggs together. I think we're almost ready."

"I think we are, too," he tickled her belly with his tail. "Just say the word and you know I'd love to. We would make some beautiful hatchlings."

"We would," she mumbled, laying her head down. "I see us with them in dreams sometimes already... Soon, we can make that a reality."

He put his head down next to hers and closed his eyes to sleep. "Soon."

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