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Dahala and the Dragon
by Jeff Q (no address provided)
***
Rumors of a dragon, a foul platinum colored thing,
swept the land. It was said that this dragon was once
kind and good but now it had been conquered and
corrupted by the evil goddess Tiamat. Now Dahala rode
forth to find it. And slay it. (F/beast, nc, rp, bd,
mc, fantasy, preg)
***
Dahala's armor felt warm on her shoulders as she
saddled her war stallion. She hated horses and this
spirited light war horse was no exception. They tended
to be headstrong and they smelled bad, though,
admittedly, their fur could be soft.
The feel of the saddle reminded her of the smooth
leather against her own skin under her armor. She
loved leather and when the horse died, either in
combat or if she slit the foul thing's throat, she'd
make herself a new jerkin out of its hide.
She swung up into the saddle, the girth tight around
the horse's barrel, the cinch squeezing it snugly.
Though she was still a virgin, she was not quite the
valiant knight most thought her to be - mainly because
she, and her five sisters, enjoyed the teasing she
could give the men - and the sound thrashing if they
overstepped their bounds.
Still she was kind by nature. She was a tall woman,
broad of shoulder, narrow of waist, and quite lithe.
Her musculature did not detract, rather, it enhanced
her shapely figure. The long flowing blonde hair left
hidden, along with the firm curves, inside the full
plate armor she wore.
The horse was a buckskin with a slightly whiter mane
and tail. As she had combed the mane out it had kicked
her viciously, almost as if it knew and understood her
resentment, as if it knew she enjoyed dominating it,
and it chafed at the dominance. Faint traces of that
resentment faded as they rode off.
Rumors of a dragon, a foul platinum colored thing,
swept the land. It was said that this dragon was once
kind and good but now it had been conquered and
corrupted by the evil goddess Tiamat. Now she rode
forth to find it. And slay it.
She passed a field with a mare in it. From the way the
stallion pranced she guessed that the mare was in
heat. The thought of the stallion being tormented by
the mare caused her to smile. Shades of her teasing
many a man with her own sexuality. As she drew closer
she realized that it smelled as bad as the stallion,
ending the comparison right there.
Soon she came upon a scene of great beauty - gold
strewn about the mountain - works of art scattered
carelessly - the dragon's horde. Out daring any to
even touch it. Gnawed bones and shattered armor showed
what fate befell those attempting to claim that horde.
She lowered her visor and lance and spurred the horse
forward. Over the rise it laid, every joint plated,
many sharp spurs covering it, razor sharp teeth
filling its mouth. And it was regarding her. She
charged. The lance struck home and she was hurtled
from her mount. With a glance from the dragon the
stallion froze - a statue.
She tumbled to the base of another statue, that of a
naked woman and shuddered, wondering. Suddenly the
thing's massive paw pinned her to the ground in her
armor. The jaws closed around the helm and ripped,
freeing her long hair. The dragon stopped, regarding
her with a gleam in its eye.
"Well, what have we here? A wench? You could prove
much sport!"
Casually, it pulled the lance out of a bony shoulder,
gushing forth blood. A good hit but his magic healed
it quickly. And, as it healed the wound, the dragon
began to shrink, becoming just more than half again
her size.
With another crunch it ripped off her breast plate
exposing her heaving chest beneath the leather jerkin
she wore, slicked with her sweat.
"Ahhhh," said the dragon, "I like a woman who can
appreciate the caress of leather."
With a single talon he slit the jerkin open and stood
there eying her beautiful breasts. They had been
compressed behind the jerkin but now they burst forth,
sweat and a few beads of blood rolled down her
cleavage.
"Why does such a beautiful wench hide her beauty?"
Her breasts were full, her nipples ripe. The forked
tongue snaked out and circled them causing them to
worry slightly. She gasped as the tongue traced wet
lines around her chest, then surrounded one and
squeezed it firmly. Her hips arched upward, her own
desires giving her away.
"Hmmm," said the dragon, "the bitch shows her true
colors. Let's reveal the rest of thy hidden
pleasures."
The dragon extracted her from the armor like a lobster
from its shell and she lay before him naked. With a
breath of icy flame the dragon breathed between her
legs and the hair on her pussy turned to ash, leaving
her skin smooth and untouched beneath. Lizard smooth.
"Now," said the dragon, "on your knees. I wish to
sample those ruby lips."
She found herself unable to refuse as she groveled
before the platinum beast. She lapped at his paws 'til
he swung behind her, mounting her as a ram mounts a
ewe. With hardly a thought the beast took her
virginity.
Virginity! Her order of knight required females to be
virgins. She would be banished! The realization was
nearly as devastating as the rape itself. She felt his
scaly belly press down against her back his head
snaked forward and pressed its scaly lips to hers.
Before she could think, much less respond, the forked
tongue was exploring her mouth, forcing itself in. She
could not spit it out.
The scaly paws began to wrap around her as its huge
member bore down into her womb. One taloned-paw
rubbing her nipples - her body was betraying her - her
nipples hardening - her juices helping his member
slide in faster and deeper.
The dragon chuckled and continued his rape of her. She
lost track of time as she squealed under his draconian
body and he called her his strumpet. Finally his seed
was cast into her it was strangely warm but no less
repulsive. Her first time with a male had been at the
paws of a lizard!
"Now my dear," said the dragon, "I *must* be
clean...."
She screamed curses at him but the paws forced her
face between his haunches. He hissed in delight as she
tried to bite his huge cock to no effect. As he held
her head his loins pumped into her, cleaning her own
juices and his seed off with her mouth. When he had
finished he chained her naked in the sun to the statue
that had been her horse. He noticed that, despite her
chains, she stayed as far from the statue as she
could.
The dragon addressed her: "Could it be you do not like
your former servant?"
"No!" she said. "I care nothing for the beasts of any
kind!"
"Do you now?" replied the dragon.
The dragon flew off, leaving her sobbing as she tried
to clean herself as best as possible. As night fell
the dragon returned with a handsome youth in his jaws.
"I have found a lover for you."
The youth was dead, his head lolled to the side.
Leaving the body with her, the dragon scratched a
pentagram around the three. He looked to the sky and
said: "TIAMAT! Hear your slave! As you defeated me and
made me into your image - I beg you, grant me this
spell, my goddess!"
Slowly the boy and horse merged, blending to form a
centaur. Another puff of his icy breath breathed a
sinister life into the previously still form.
"NOW," the dragon said, "the horse has a human
intellect but still all the desires of a stallion -
and he remembers how he was treated by humans!"
She shuddered - she was still chained to the beast's
hind leg. The centaur reared and pranced at its
vitality before noticing the chain and what it held. A
cruel smile flicked across its face. The centaur
looked down.
"All womanhood will be my brood mares! Slut! Lick the
hooves clean!"
"No!" she screamed and received a kick for her
defiance. She whimpered.
"Do it, my sweet slut! Or your sisters I'll seek out
and have them tortured!"
She looked into its eyes then pressed her lips to its
hooves and bent to her work, her breasts swaying
heavily beneath her. The centaur laughed at her
servitude and forced her to clean its entire body.
"My god Bahamut who through Tiamats wishes has created
me - allow me her as a slave! Forever naked and linked
to the horse. She shall only eat my seed for her
food... my excrement shall feed her as well!"
The dragon chuckled and held and fondled her while the
stallion again raped her loins. When he was finished
the dragon tied her arms around the centaur's barrel
so she was staring at its huge balls. Against her own
will she found herself licking them, covering them
with a layer of her own spit. Again she found herself
cleaning her own juices from the cock of a beast. Her
legs were tied between the centaur's front legs and
her head forced under its tail.
As it reared in triumph her breasts stuck out just in
front of the horse's haunches. She felt them heavy
with milk. The centaur noticed this as well and slowly
fondled, then milked her breasts. Soon, pearly drops
form on her nipples and the centaur bent his head to
taste them.
"A brood mare and a milk cow! Wonderful!"
"Now," said the dragon, "I shall hunt down her family
and we shall truly have fun."
Marsha went about her tasks with her usual zeal. The
capture and subjugation of her sister by the dragon
were unknown to her, just as she was unaware of its
invisible platinum eyes watching her.
She and the birds had a unique bond and, at times, she
felt more at home with them than with humans. As she
fed raw meat to the injured birds of prey she heard a
crashing in the trees. Investigating, she found what
appeared to be a falcon, a falcon the size of a pony.
A pony? No, it was larger still. Examination revealed
still other surprises - it was but half falcon. The
beautiful front half was attached to the powerful
hindquarters of a male lion.
Strange, yes, but injured as well. Many arrows
protruded from it and much blood had been lost. With
much effort she managed to load it into a cart and
haul it back to the largest cage she could find. As
she cleaned and bandaged it, the bright eyes opened
briefly until she stroked its head. Soothed, it fell
asleep on the soft straw.
**
She awakened early to go check on her new charge and
found it sitting calmly, waiting for her. It, or
rather he, watched her closely as she hobbled and
muzzled it. The golden eyes rested uncomfortably long
on her blowing hair and loosely covered breasts. She
could not help but noticing its long cock harden and
wondering what else might be strange about it.
Unbeknownst to her it had been the leader of a great
Arie and was mated to a pure white griffin. A rival
griffin desired both his power and his mate. Lacking
the prowess to win in fair battle he had turned to
Bahamut.
Griffins were strange beasts, certainly, but still
quite intelligent and governed mostly by emotions
instinct and a strict code. Mates and positions went
to those who won in open challenge. Transformed by
Bahamut into a pure black with eyesight enhanced by
night vision he felt confident in calling out Krie in
the dead of night.
Expecting nothing more than an annoyance Krei was
surprised by the viciousness and accuracy of the
attacks. Before he realized the seriousness of his
predicament Cack had battered him to unconsciousness.
As he lay in the mud Cack landed upon his body and
pressed his face into the mud. Then slowly and with
great malice Cack took a foot into his beak and
twisted until the bone snapped. Methodically, he
repeated this on the other leg.
He lifted the battered and now torn Krei in his beak
and delivered him to another rogue griffin.
"Use him as you see fit but if you kill him you'll
answer to me. Make sure he suffers..."
With that, he lifted off to find Krrk, Krei's mate.
Normally a female may choose her own mate as the
leader will intercede on her behalf if a griffin
attempts to force her. But with Krei gone she had lost
both her leader and her mate. She flew fast, as fast
as possible in the night, but could not avoid what she
could not see. He flew around her, teasing and playing
with her in the night sky, 'til she fell panting.
Lifting her in his talons he brought her to display to
the Arie.
As they arrived Krei moaned. The other griffin had his
legs splayed while he lay on his belly on a rock. The
other male was thrusting into him as its friends held
Krei and waited their turn, their long dicks stiff and
balls full. They mounted Krei as he had mounted Krrk,
probing with their long cocks under his tail each
rolling it's lust into him.
Kack forced Krrk to watch the rape. "See, my dear, he
loves another!"
Raising his muddy paw, the one that he had used to rub
Krei's face in the ground, he ordered her to clean it.
She resisted until he reached a talon out to Krie and
opened another gash in his side. Her avian tongue
began to work over his paw.
"That's better, my dear. See Krei, I am training her
already."
After she was done he lay her face down beside Krie
and moved around behind her.
"Now everyone here will watch me take you as my mate,
including your ex-beloved! Is there any who wish to
oppose me?"
Krie attempted to rise by was forced down, head turned
to Krrr.
"No? Then let the fun begin!"
With that he pressed the griffiness to the ground and
placed a foot upon her head to keep her chest pressed
to the stone. As her hind quarters rose his long black
shaft pressed into her pink and white twat. Despite
herself, and despite the torment visible on Krei's
face, she shuddered with pleasure. He was very big and
he groaned at her tightness. She felt his balls press
against her and she could not resist anything he did
to her.
Stroke for stroke, his friends matched him plunging
into Krei as he took Krrk. Finally, they were done
with Krei but he continued to work into her cunt, ass,
and mouth for better than two hours, pleasuring
himself and bringing her to new heights until she
begged him to spare her and agreed to be his mate. She
felt his hot seed shoot into her for the last time
that night and knew that he had fertilized her. Now
none could dispute his claim on her.
After sending her to his den he took Krei to the
dragon. Bahamut looked down upon the two.
"You have done well, my servant. You may keep his mate
and I will take care of him."
Weaving mystic energy he tapped into Krei's mind.
"Now we shall continue our games. So you don't feel
left out we'll permit you to lust after a females
still, but human females. One in particular will fall
to your domination as Krrk has failed. As Krei's
identity faded so did his will to resist - he would do
as his master ordered.
So now as this woman stood before Krei he noted her
hair and her firm yet compact breasts, the kind he'd
like to see be attached to a milking machine. She
walked in and checked his splints and bandages. When
she turned to walk off he could see a very tight ass
shifting beneath the leather.
In the hot sun Marsha was all alone and could see no
reason not to disrobe. Lifting the jerkin freed her
breasts to bounce slightly in the sun. The warmth
tightened her nipples and send inner warmth to her
thighs. With her pants removed Krei could see that she
was evenly tanned and grew no fur between her legs.
Her ass was round and broad in the hips and her legs
curves gently to her ass cheeks.
She noticed the griffin's eyes following her and again
the hardening of his cock. Always willing to tease a
male when she was in control, she began to stroke her
hands down her sides, following each curve. The slid
up her stomach and cupped each breast to the sun,
gently squeezing each in turn, stiffening the nipples.
Head thrown back, she spread her feet and allowed her
hands to fall to her cunt. Gently playing with her
clit, she spread her inner lips to Krei's gaze.
Noting the lust in those eyes she swayed forward and
cocked her hips towards the cage. Slowly, his tongue
reached out... and in. Bypassing her clit, it slid
deep into her, the longest most flexible, most
talented thing she'd ever had in her. The rush of
pleasure forced her to grab the cage and lift her hips
closer. And then he withdrew, and sat back in the
cage. Disappointment filled her but knowledge filled
him. He knew that she would fall to his power.
It was the third week since she had brought the
griffin in. The wounds healed with a speed that was
amazing - already its grey wings were restored to
their earlier power. It was hot again that day and, as
usual she was naked, teasing the griffin. She'd not
been able to get it to use its tongue on her again,
though, much to her dismay.
She opened the outer door to Krei's cage and stepped
in. He appeared to be asleep - a good chance to change
his water. She slipped into through and set the tray
down. When she turned around she gasped. Soundlessly,
the griffin had blocked her exit and both cage doors
were closed. The griffin peered at her with avian
eyes. She backed into a corner. It stalked up to her.
She saw the feline muscles in its back and the huge
feathery chest and collapsed to her knees.
The griffin let out a loud squawk and reared. She
closed her eyes expecting death. A taloned claw closed
around her head and pulled her toward that great beak
but instead she had something hard rammed into her
lips. In surprise she opened her eyes. In horror she
tasted the salty sweaty end of its cock and saw two
furry orange-sized tawny balls swaying in front of
her. It was pleasuring itself with her - it was
forcing its way into her mouth. This was not supposed
to happen - it was supposed to be serving her!
She bit down and the griffin squawked angrily and
cuffed her, leaving a bloody gash across her back. It
would kill her, she thought, almost hoping so. But
instead the beast wrapped its claws around her head
and drew her to its bestial crotch.
Too frightened to try biting again, Krei held her head
motionless as his loins began working his cock in and
out of her throat. She'd never had a male before but
she realized that he was truly huge. The fur tickled
her chin and the salty taste was not what she had
expected. She looked up past its belly as saw its
avian eyes closed in pleasure while the talons kept a
firm grip on her.
She was more surprised when it squirted down her
throat, filling her mouth and overflowing onto her
breasts. Silky feeling on her throat, salty on her
mouth, sticky and warm on her skin. The griffin pulled
out and stood over her. To her dismay it lifted a leg
and drenched her in urine, making sure that some
splashed into her mouth. He was only marking her now
but would teach her to drink it later.
Krei was strutting around the cage flicking his eyes
over the girl shivering in the corner, still in shock
from the rape of her throat. He wondered if Cacak was
crouching on Krrk now, pleasuring himself, spilling
his seed into her throat, cunt, and ass.
The comparison left him annoyed, not really even
angry. He had Krrk so well trained and here he was,
forced to train another one. Granted, she was soft and
quite desirable, for a human, but... well, perhaps he
could train her even better than Krrk. She certainly
had potential.
Despite his hopes for her he yearned to return to the
Arie, to his master Cacak, to crouch beside Krrk as
Cacak used both of them in turn. What once would have
driven him to rage now seemed to be a source of
pleasure. Something was wrong but he could only
vaguely being knocked silly and then something cutting
into his brain.
Well back to business. With one swipe of his claw, oh
dear he chipped a talon, the cage walls fell outward.
He pushed the girl with a feathery head. She stood on
both legs and was rewarded with a vicious swipe. After
two more attempts she realized that she must remain on
her belly or on all fours. Even in her shock she
realized that this would allow him to mount her at
will.
She crawled out, more than a day since the griffin had
taught her how to suck cock. She spent most of the
night with the thing's balls resting in her mouth when
he wasn't filling her mouth with semen. It seemed that
he never tired. Worse, it seemed as if he enjoyed
teaching her with cuffs to the head how best to please
him. And, worst of all, she was even getting good at
it.
Her crawling accented the roll of her ass cheeks and
the tautness of her body. Twin trails remained in the
dust where her nipples dragged and the muscular play
of her thighs drew his eyes up to her cunt, one
orifice that he had yet to try. Where his eyes went
his cock soon followed. He walked over and straddled
her.
She felt the feathers on her back and knew what was
coming. The scaly hawk foot landed in front of her and
the beak pressed her lips to it. The texture was warm
and revolting, similar to snake scales in the sun, but
her tongue continued to lap at it as her breasts
pressed into the ground. Behind her she felt pressure
of the lion's cock pressing into her.
Her body shuddered and she pulled her knees apart to
allow it easier entry. Juices flowing off its cock
combined with ones she made against her own will.
Another shudders rushed through her as the tip of the
cock pressed against her womb.
Lost in the sensation she pressed back against it. One
foreleg cupped her belly and pulled her harder, back
to the probing member. She gasped as Krei began to
hump her in earnest. Krei's loins rocking him forward
on his hind toes then back again. Her knees and hands
sunk slightly in the soft dirt, breasts digging out
twin holes with deeper indentations for her nipples.
Gasps poured from her throat yet tears welled in her
eyes. Soft feathers came down and encompassed her like
a cocoon. The feathers were soft on her tits,
caressing them. Still he thrust.
Unlike the centaur, the Griffin could impregnate a
human, the result being a winged sphinx. Krei intended
on having more than one litter by her. After an
agonizingly pleasurable hour of bestial lust she felt
Krei orgasm into her before he fell atop her, panting
over his slave.
That night Krei repeated his feat in her ass, leaving
her sore and unable to walk even if she'd desired to
do so. She had such a tight, sweet ass. As her erupted
into her ass, Krei wondered if Cacak thought the same
about him. Still unsatisfied he paced around in front
of her and knocked her onto her back with all the care
of someone flipping a turtle over. He then lifted his
tail and sat on her face, sealing her mouth with his
ass and her nose with its cheeks 'til she could not
breathe. Krei let her struggle then get some air then
struggle again 'til he felt the satisfaction of her
tongue extending inside him.
**
In the morning she was exhausted but her respite from
sexual abuse was replaced by the sheer terror of the
flight to his Arie in the claws. A lizard man and a
platinum one waited by Cakac. Krei placed her at the
feet of Cakac who still had Krrk beneath him. Krei
prostrated himself before Bahamut and felt his own ass
violated. His compliance was hardly surprising, given
the god's wrath, but his ready acceptance of Bahamut's
cock was another thing.
"Oh Krei," he said, "You have such a sweet tight ass."
When Cakac finished with Krrk he donned a harness of
an odd sort.
"Krei, you've done well... Now go to my males and let
them rape you. You, madam, shall now be slung from my
belly."
As she was strapped into the harness, feet around his
neck and head suspended below his hind legs, her mouth
was forced to a seal against the black penis. Golden
liquid flowed into her mouth. She choked but inside a
week she would drinking him like fine wine.
Among her duties she regularly pleased Krrk and
cleaned her talons as well as those of the males.
Krrk's favorite time to be eaten was just after Cakac
raped her. Her belly swelled with Krei's chicks and,
despite cries and complaints, she was never far from a
griffin's cock. The entire Arie saw her as a pleasure
doll and they used her even throughout her pregnancy.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously
consider seeking professional help.
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