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Messenthia’s fingers are deft with the two thin pieces of metal, carefully finding each pin and testing it methodically but quickly, pushing each up in the cylindrical lock and then going backwards, finding a few went into false sets. A few more seconds and the lock turns beneath her tension bar. The hinges of the door are on the other side, so she is forced to test her luck and is relieved they are well oiled and do not whine as she pushes in about a foot of clearance and then slides inside, closing it behind her.

Dressed in all black with a hood over her head, holes poked through the back for a pair of slightly curved horns, the dragoness sports a coat of black fur beneath with a white underbelly and a long tail, and there is a wide set of wings folded flat against her back where the purple pinions can’t give her away. She brushes a lock of her dark mane out of her amethyst eyes as she moves, lithe body ready to react at a moment’s notice.

Holding the handle down on the other side, the door silently shuts before she releases it. Getting onboard was surprisingly easy: it appears there are no sentries. Rather, some of the crew are just always up and about. However, with them all focusing on tasks or leisure with no patrols, it’s easy enough to slip aboard in the shadows and through blind spots. Really, they ought to have more security when docked at port – this is too easy!

The captain himself is currently in bed, sleeping on his side facing away from the wall his resting placed is pushed flush against. There’s light currently coming in from the portholes, crystal lamps active on the streets of the port. She doesn’t know which floorboards can be trusted not to creak, so the black furred dragon decides to take it safe and wave a hand in the direction of the windows.

Where they would normally turn jet black and block all light, the only dim a little bit with an alarming, high pitched whine of fizzling magic that completely catches her off-guard. The captain immediately bolts upright in bed and spots Messenthia, the raptor’s feathered crown poofing up in alarm before he leaps out of bed. She only has a moment to try and push him back with a jolt of gravity, but again, it only buffets him slightly and another crackling whine issues forth.

“What the – eep!” She yelps girlishly as she’s swept up in his arms and promptly pressed against the floor.

She wasn’t slammed into the wood, nor did it even so much as hurt. Captain Yskra read her as a thief almost immediately, unprepared to fight and violence a non-necessity. She struggles a bit but before she can get a spell off to try and at least blind him, her arms are pinned underneath his knees as he sits on her chest and pulls something off his wrist. Tightening it around her neck, she feels an alarming sense of unease as her connection to the universe and its energy is suddenly cut off.

There’s a small glow as golden crystals, a set of three each for the left and right sides of the collar, begin to glow, floating just slightly off the fine leather off the embroidered, gold rimmed device. Her magic doesn’t respond, and given she was overpowered almost instantly, Messenthia realizes the situation has turned from heist to attempted heist. And a disastrously botched one at that.

“Huh, another dragon. I’m collecting a lot of these lately,” Yskra remarks. “Does your species commonly have walk-out fathers?”

“How the starfire are you blocking my magic?” She spits defensively, ceasing to struggle despite the bravado.

“I owe you no such explanation,” He grins wolfishly, leaning forward until their noses nearly touch. “But since you asked, I’ll elaborate I have at least one hocus pocus booky who doesn’t like it when someone steps on their turf. So, they made me these nice collars that makes little witches like you totally powerless. I had them decorated a bit as well, so everyone knows who owns the wearer.”

“Own me? In your dreams, bird brain! I’d sooner make love to a caltrop,” She hisses.

“My dear, everything on this ship is either a part of the crew or my property, and I’m not handing out applications right now. Besides, I can tell you’re not opposed to the idea.”

His sense of smell is keen, and he can tell she is aroused; Yskra’s had enough experience to know that if an intruder is turned on from rough treatment, once they know they’re safe that heat tends to skyrocket.

“Might I get your name, pretty thing? I am Captain Yskra of the Wicked Gold,” He croons.

“I know who you are,” She huffs. “Messenthia. And I’ll get very angry if you don’t take this thing off me!”

“Oh, really now? Messenthia, love, you’ve come onto my ship, in darkness, and tried to weave some mystic shenanigan. If anyone has the right to be miffed, it’s me,” He smirks. “And now here we are, my sleep schedule ruined, my blood pumping, and my dick hard.”

She realizes he was sleeping in the buff, and a prestigious tapered avian shaft is now poking against her chin with a heavy, plump pair of feathery balls resting against her breasts.

“Fuck, you’re big,” She breathes before becoming aware she said that out loud and shakes her head. “Gah! You pervert!”

“You did this to me, and I’m holding you accountable,” He growls affectionately, his voice turning from taunting to silken as he suddenly kisses her.

Something is incredibly compelling about this man but it’s hard for her to put a finger on it as his lips press against hers, and for just a moment she relaxes against his touch. Of course, the moment he breaks away her guard goes right back up, but now that he’s aware of her weakness the damage is done, and she looks away from his gaze with flushed cheeks.

“How about we get you out of these clothes, hmm?” He rumbles.

“N-no! I’m not fucking you,” She asserts unconvincingly.

“Ah, good thing it’s the other way around, then.”

She resists a bit, but he knows exactly how to restrain someone without hurting them in multiple positions, and he takes advantage of that fact to strip her cloak, shirt, and finally pants, leaving her breasts on display and vent open to the air as he pins her flat against the boards, his cock noticeably throbbing against her belly and leaking pre.

“You know, for someone fighting me an awful lot, you’re dripping quite a bit down there,” He notes.

“Rrrf! Shut up and get off me!” She snarls.

“I wonder what happens if I start to scratch that itch. Would you turn into a good girl right away, or will I have to teach you some manners?”

“You’ll earn a mouthful of your own ship planks if you go any further!”

“Oh, go ahead and try,” He huffs amorously, lining his shaft up with her slit.

“Don’t you do it!” She grunts, struggling against the two hands holding her own pinned on either side of her head.

Her legs are in a similar position, held spread apart with his own and even her tail wrapped up in the thicker, more muscular length of the raptor’s. She’s utterly restrained, and there’s nothing she can do to break free.

His tapered tip does not have the trouble most men would have, able to pierce easily into her tense grip and slide through into the lubricated depths. She may not want it right now, but her body is a bloody traitor and makes it possible for him to sink inch after inch into her snatch. A low moans issue from her throat unbidden and a small tremor goes up her back as she goes rigid, feeling the invading member push deeper into her most sensitive places.

His length reaches far, and the girth spreads her wide as he hilts inside her tight gash with absolutely no room to spare. Yskra has a feeling he can change that wonderfully, and truly it’s nice to find such an unbroken in partner that he can break-in to a custom fit.

“Nnnrrf!” She gasps, frustrated. “Why do you have such a big cock?”

“I can use it less gently, if that’s what you want,” He offers.

She huffs and refuses to respond to that, unable to meet his eyes since she last broke their shared gaze.

“But I’d prefer to use it as the situation demands,” He purrs, “And oh, do you ever need someone to take care of this for you.”

He begins to thrust gently, taking it slow to avoid causing her discomfort, and while she squirms beneath him, she’s an open book with her noises and face even as she tries to hold a stoic mask. She hates how quickly he figures out her pleasure spots, ensuring to press and slide his burdensome length across them, sinking into her again and again with less resistance each time. It’s almost like, nay, entirely like she can’t help it, and while she continues to put up a token fight, she can’t keep her vent from grasping his dick as it pulls away and relaxing into its thrusting return.

Holding himself closer to her, his pace begins to quicken, and she can feel his heartbeat in his throbbing cock as he drenches her cave in precum, only making it all the easier to hump into her harder. She whines for him to stop, yelping as a harder thrust rams against her cervix, but it’s all in vain as the lust stricken raptor huffs and growls, spearing her one final time on his clutchgiver as her velvet grasp becomes so impossibly tight and milking with an orgasm hitting her first.

His cum is hot and plentiful as it shoots directly into her womb, filling it with his seed as she weakly moans beneath him, filled with a mixture of shame and pleasure as rope after rope of his seed is deposited deep inside her. Her vent is filled more than she’s ever felt, a small bump swelling in her belly before it begins to spill out from between her netherlips and wetly flown down his balls, forming a shared puddle of their sexual fluids on the floor.

“Great. Now that you’ve knocked me up, satisfied?” She groans, sore but more aware of new sexual interests than ever.

“Oh, absolutely not!” He declares. “I’m a collector, you see. And I have to be very thorough with my examinations. This will take days if not months to decide if I need you in my harem.”

“I’ll make this far more trouble for you, then! I don’t want any money or whatever else you have to offer!”

“That’s more than alright. I can keep you on a leash in my quarters, a stresstoy ready to be used at all times,” He grins with a wink.

She can’t think of a response better than, “Ah, go plow yourself!”.

With her thoroughly subdued for the moment, he pulls out a large cot from beneath his bunk and sets it up underneath a hook on the wall. Tying a generous length of leather cord to it that then fits neatly onto her collar with a lock, she’s too worn out to resist him any more for tonight and allows herself to be tucked into captivity with a plush blanket and a pillow, his warm cum still dripping from her sex as she drifts off.

By the time she wakes up, the ship has left harbor, and it becomes clear to her he really wasn’t kidding. To cooperate or not is a subject she debates with herself, and at first, very much not is what she does. Unfortunately for her pride, Yskra loves that, and when she tries to blow off his offer to bring her breakfast, he breeds her against the floor again and pumps another load of raptor cream into her pussy. A little more compliant and lightheaded afterwards, he’s able to bring her some food and coffee.

Come the ship’s noontime, he returns her cloak while speaking with his quartermaster and first mate within the cabin, a small bird with tawny and white feathers also sitting in his lap and taking a nap. The three new faces, Valkyrie, Zeryl, and Robyn don’t spare her more than a glance as if this is completely normal. Feeling reenergized and spiteful, she begins to interject on their attempts to speak with japes, but Yskra whispers something in the bird’s ear and Robyn has Messenthia gagged within a quarter of a minute and proceeds to shove a dulled talon up her vent with a peculiar pink liquid drizzled on top of it.

Still filled with the captain’s semen, she needs no lube, but the purpose becomes clear when her sex begins to warm after several moments. The heat quickly begins to build up and she’s left clenching and shuddering, suddenly ravenously horny but unable to do anything about it. Robyn offers what seems like clemency at first in the form of a toy being pulled out, a replica of Yskra’s dick. They lube it up and place it on the floor just up under the dragon’s tail with a mischievous snicker.

The conversation continues with her only able to inaudibly moan and whine around the heavy cloth gag, huffing and shuddering before she finally can’t take it anymore and opting to take the toy into her ass. It’s not long before she’s bouncing on it, having to work hard and find the right positions to hit satisfying places, but without experience in anal penetration, she can’t figure out how to climax. Thus, she spends an hour unable to stop embarrassing herself as her hips slam down on the raptor’s synthetic penis, and only after they all finally leave does Yskra ungag her.

“My dear, being a brat will not get you far with me. But I have to say, you make for a delicious hot Mess to behold,” He quips.

“I’ll get you for this,” She scowls, pulling herself off the toy.

“You can try~ Now, would you like some help?”

“I know what you want, and I’m not giving it to you.”

“Truly?” He queries with a knowing smile. “Far be it from me to not be magnanimous and help a woman in desperate straits! But I can’t exactly go teaching you the wrong lesson, now can I.”

His help comes in the form of missionary, hugging her close as he fills her snatch once with his shaft, slipping deep inside down to the hilt again and again. She once more puts up an unconvincing resistance, but her folds turn into a vice around his cock thrice over as he makes love to her, and he can’t stop himself from filling her womb a third time. However, the erogenous alchemy he inflicted upon her hasn’t gone away and the chemical is absorbed through his skin.

She’s not ready for another round back-to-back, but he is, and he makes good on Robyn’s work as he thrusts himself into her prepped ass. The real thing is still bigger than the toy and now it’s moving of Yskra’s volition, and he opts to watch her shudder and swear at him as she’s forced to bounce on his dick. It’s a view he likes enough he decides to cum twice before both their ardor relaxes.

And by night, she’s laid down on the bed with Robyn tied up for being a brat and a dragon called Desty alongside her in a similar position shibari style with red cord. Yskra puts Robyn back into their place first by roughly face fucking their beak before turning them around and pounding an egg into their nest, following up by rewarding Desty generously for her good work against the wall, and finally it’s Messenthia’s turn. He fucks her just because he can, the dragon dripping from the scene of the other two being left huffing and leaking raptor cum, and he likes to watch her fight through the stages of grief every time he breeds her. The taunting commentary from the other two sets her face alight with heat and she becomes much more compliant in the compromising position Yskra has her in.

This is all in vain, and once more, she is forced to carry the contents of Yskra’s balls, only this time she orgasms with an embarrassed and loud cry. The praise and pets that come from the other three following this hit more buttons than she was even remotely prepared for, reducing her to a shuddering mess that can’t form a coherent word.

And this cycle repeats, each day the dragon becoming a little more obedient, and after the first week, willing. The repeated sex has sent her into heat, only exacerbating the submissive role she finds herself falling into. She’s not sure when the leash came off, but it was around some point she bent over his bed and bashfully requested for some personal time. Her reward was the raptor first devouring her snatch and then a proper, gentleman’s fuck with such a heavy climax she fell unconscious in his arms while he was still cumming in her.

Thoughts of thievery and resistance were still there, but they became quieter and less important, and soon she was given books and small things now that he was confident she wouldn’t destroy them just to spite him. The cot got put away with her sleeping full time in his bed, and after a month she found herself a part of the raptor’s jealously guarded harem.

This was not made a ship wide memo, Yskra greatly enjoying enforcement of his pets belonging to him and him alone. The few men that didn’t catch on and try to flirt with her found themselves called to the captain’s quarter’s where Yskra personally dicked them down roughly, Zaryl himself even being on the receiving end before he personally escorted him to the cook assistant he’s been fooling around with and ordering the small, submissive dragon to fuck the hydra until he walks with shaky legs. This request was shyly but enthusiastically complied with and led to more than just the assistant taking a turn. But the result Yskra wanted was achieved, so it mattered not.

Eventually, Messenthia’s collar came off, but regularly it was used on her in the night for the captain’s pleasure, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.