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Among trees tall and strong as stone towers, a small, blue, glowing dot shimmered among the gnarled roots of an old petrified tree. Upon the branch of a nearby tree a man garbed in a leather jerkin and covered by a green cloak sat upon a tree, a bow held firmly in hand, his sharp blue eyes squinted as he watched the dot with anticipation. Daxton had set the perfect trap for the dragon that resided within the forest. A rare magic seed set among the roots would be enough to draw the attention of the dragon that had been seen picking flowers and herbs from the fields near his kingdom, and it's head would bring him great honor. His order hunted beasts that threaten humanity, and this creature was no different, though, somewhere in his mind he felt some doubt simply from the fact that it only ever seemed to frighten people as it swept in, not for food, or for fun, but simply to gather a flower or two as if it enjoyed hoarding plants more than the typical gold that most dragons seemed to enjoy gathering. As his thoughts furthered shifted to the dragon, the very object of his hunt appeared, indigo scales shimmering in the sunlight as it crouched through some brush, eyes blinking as it approached the gnarled roots. Just before it could get what it so desired, a net made of rope laced with magic fell upon the dragon from the tree above, a distressed roar sounding off as Daxton's target was captured. Grinning from ear to ear the errant knight-hunter began his climb down from his perch.

As the dragon thrashed from side to side she could not help but think of how dumb she truly was. Hobbes had been searching for rarities among the forest and had sensed a sudden, but faint aura. Upon spotting the light she followed it like a moth to the flame growing more excited as the seed came into view until finally the net had fallen upon her. Hobbes truly bemoaned the fact that she was underneath such an itchy annoying trap that seemed to sap her of all strength, and worse of all it was her own fault. Raising her head as best she could she heard footsteps drawing near, no doubt of the villain who had set up such a trap.

Daxton approached the entrapped dragon carefully, bow drawn. The net may have been enchanted, but the creature could have been more powerful than he had expected. It would be his first dragon trapped, his first dragon hunted, and partially he was more curious about the dragon itself. A few steps from reaching the tangled dragon, it began thrashing and huffing, its tail twisting in the net and its wings trying their best to unfold. Daxton for a moment recoiled as the beast seethed and keened, but calmed down as the beast huffed and faltered. Stepping around the creature he was surprised to suddenly hear the dragon speak aloud in a rather annoyed whine, "Come on, cut me out of this. I've done nothing wrong and it itches like mad. What is this thing even made of?"

A momentary pang of guilt hit Daxton as he heard the nearly human female voice rumble out of the large dragon, but only for a moment. Dragons, male or female, were monsters, beasts to be slain, and by all rights he should have taken an arrow and lodged it through the creature's heart and simply collected the head, but as he approached the dragon's head he made the mistake of looking into its eyes. His own eyes narrowed as he saw the look of complete distress mixed in with a bit of anger in the beast's gaze. It was huffing and snorting thrashing about, but it looked absolutely desperate. The dragon seeing a moment of weakness began speaking quickly, "I haven't hurt anyone, you have no reason to keep me. What type of knight captures harmless creatures?"

Hobbes figured that appealing to the human in him would have been a stupid idea, so instead she went for his honor, not too hard, or else it could have meant her immediate end. She just needed to make him realize that she was absolutely harmless and killing her would be a waste of time, effort, and ultimately would make him look bad. It was difficult not to let a seething remark slip, after all, this human knight was threatening her life, and that seed was still so damnably close.

Daxton sighed, reaching to smooth back his hair, his eyes shutting as he sat before the bound dragon's head, "I should kill right now, but I think I would do you the honor of hearing your last words. You're sentient enough to deserve that I suppose."

The dragon seemed to calm just a bit at that, though the dragon's tail still twitched at the tip as it spoke, "My last words? I'd rather not have those words. I'd rather be alive. My name is Hobbes, I'm not some sort of mindless monster, not some sort of beast. Knights like yourself kill dangerous beasts endangering humans, not plant loving slightly portly dragons."

Daxton had set his bow to the side while listening to the dragon's case. Such a large and imposing creature with fangs and magic aplenty was now at his mercy, and yet the beast's words held him at bay. He protected his kingdom for the honor of his order and himself. Hunting down such a creature so easily caught would not garner him any honor, nor would hunting a creature both sentient and docile. What would he say to his fellow knights? That he killed a dragon in cold blood that seemed to enjoy gardening more than hoarding and killing? Still, it was a great disappointment that he wouldn't be bringing home the head of a great beast to show off. Even now there would be no reason to kill the beast, no personal honor in it, so he'd have to begrudgingly let it free, but as he stood to cut the dragon loose, he wondered if perhaps the monster was manipulating him.

Raising a brow the knight crossed his arms and stood there before the dragon, eyes looked upon the beast, "Even if you mean no threat to my kingdom, if I let you go you could decide that I deserved a little revenge...Perhaps I should simply let you rot here."

Hobbes paused there for a moment, body entirely still as she thought of her next words very carefully. Errant knights were a terrible thing for dragons, but worse was a paranoid knight. Monsters and humans have never been the best of friends, and it wouldn't be a strange thing for a dragon to trick a man into letting them go. Unfortunately this meant that this human here would distrust Hobbes, so quickly as she could manage Hobbes began to speak, a nervous tick sounding off for just one moment, "I...I'd have no reason to do such a thing. Besides, I'm at your mercy, I'd owe you a great debt if you let me go. Money, jewels, medicine, anything you name it and I can get it, or perhaps you can just spill my blood and waste an opportunity like that."

Daxton had never thought to extort the dragon, and in fact anything that the dragon could provide he had no need for. Gold was easy to come by for a knight like himself, jewels were of no matter and he was in peak condition. The only thing that had truly been absent from his life had been the soft touch of a woman. Such a thought brought a pull to the corner of his mouth. Would a dragon's cunt feel as warm and inviting as a human's? Would she moan and cry out like one as well? Such desires brought a shiver to his form, warmth traveling up and down his body as he made his plan.

Drawing a knife from his belt he stepped around towards the hindquarters' of the dragon, eyes fixated on a large rump and tail trapped beneath a tight mesh of net. He brought the cool steel against the dragon's hide and heard the beast yelp and squeal obviously frightened of what he would do, but rather than harm the beast he cut open the back of the net to at least free the beast's tail.

Before the dragon named Hobbes could react he spoke with loud authority, "Lift your tail. I have an idea of what you can do for me."

Hobbes wasn't a child, wasn't a fool either, she knew what the human had desired, had seen in it his eyes, but there was such a risk with mating with a strange male, not to mention the sheer fact that he was only a human. Did she really have a choice? "I...Will you at least pull out? I'm fertile...Other monsters and humans, almost any seed will be enough to impregnate me."

That statement had resulted in the opposite effect. Daxton felt his cock harden beneath his trousers. He wondered how it would be to leave a dragon with children, to spread his line among dragonkind. Would they be abominations? Or perhaps would they simply be either human or dragon in full? His eyes flashed with hunger as he tapped the flat of the knife upon the dragon's tail to command again, "Lift. The. Tail. I'll decide whether or not you'll be having my children."

Such a command unnerved Hobbes, but at the same time a tinge of shame along with a pang of pleasure rung down her spine as she felt the cool steel upon her rear hide. She knew he wouldn't harm her as long as she obeyed, but the threat, the command in his voice made her feel a way she shouldn't have about a human. Still, if he had such authority, such power in his voice, perhaps it would be fine to mate with him, perhaps it would feel good? Entertaining such thoughts caused her cunt to warm, her insides growing just a bit wet at the thought of a human ploughing into her, a lesser being breeding with her. She wondered what her friends would say, and at the same time wondered if the human would follow through with impregnating her.

Daxton decided to take it easy with his inspection, hand running across both of her rear cheeks, squeezing upon the surprisingly soft and plump hide. Discarding the knife to the side he now used both hands to feel over her rear, one hand gripping at the base of her tail which caused the trapped dragon to wiggle and yelp, letting out what sounded like a pleasured little groan. The noise drew a small smirk from his lips as he began to toy with her tail, hugging around it with one arm while tugging at it, his other hand focusing on feeling between her haunches to fit two fingers into her warm slit. Every time she made her pleasured little noises he pushed his fingers deeper into the wet cunt, rolling them around and stretching them as he toyed with the dragon. At this moment he was dominating a powerful beast, a creature feared by most men, and now that feared beast would be his bitch. The more he toyed with her tail and cunt, the wetter she became, her insides clamping onto his fingers, surprisingly tight as he played around with her, and yet he did not allow her true pleasure. His fingers only circled and twisted within, he never brought his fingers deep enough to touch her sensitive spots, and he would suddenly stop moving his digits at all, keeping them inside until he heard a keening noise from her signaling her displeasure. Such dominance and power he held over such a creature brought him pleasure without end, and at this point he couldn't believe he had been about to end the life of such a precious asset.

Finally letting go of the tail he brought his face between her haunches to kiss and lick at the puffy lips of her cunt, trailing his tongue up and down against the outside of the dragon's heated pussy before dipping his tongue in. Her cunt was dripping with desire and had a warmth that reminded him of summer, and though he was servicing her, he still aimed to tease the dragon. His mouth moved to kiss the soft hide of her inner legs, his mouth moving down and then back up to her cunt, his fingers gripping at the supple flesh of her rump to spread and toy with that as he kissed at her pussy. There would be no need to properly prepare the dragon, no need to give her any proper attention, and so he simply did as desired, his tongue dancing along the outside of her cunt before his mouth moved away blowing cool air against it. As he did this he heard the dragon groan out and her rear shudder beneath his fingers. She whined and tried to wiggle further from the net, but could do nothing underneath the power of the net and the knight teasing her.

Hobbes couldn't help but let out pathetic noises of pleasure and shame combined. The human's movements both pleased her and bothered her to no end. His fingers never went far enough, his tongue never moved close enough, and it soon came to the point where her heated cunt began feeling sore from the desire to be fully taken care of. Hissing she wondered if the knight was simply incompetent, or if he was pushing her buttons on purpose. Hobbes then whined as she felt cool air touch her heated pussy. What was he waiting for? Why would he not end her suffering by planting his cock in her pussy? Hobbes had no desire to beg and no desire to be treated like a sex slave, and yet it seemed as if she would have to stop low and call this man her master if she were to have any true release in this deal.

Daxton found himself enchanted by the way the dragon seemed to squirm at his every touch and move. Every little tease he wrought upon the dragon's cunt brought a low hiss of pleasure and desire, and a huff of frustration. She whined, she moaned, and yet she did not beg. As Daxton finally finished teasing the dragon's holes, he wondered if perhaps the beast would never break. Stepping back he began to shuffle and strip from his cloak and leathers. As he stripped the dragon attempted to turn her head to look back at him, her voice ragged as she spoke, "Are you done? P-perhaps you'd like to actually fuck me now instead of toying with me?"

Such words only brought a happy twitch to his firm cock that was now out among the warm forest air. Touching the tip of his cock to her entrance he thought of just plunging inside of her and humoring the beast, but that would have meant he didn't have full control of the creature, that he was not truly dominating the beast as he so deserved to. Gripping onto his shaft he began to drag the tip of his cock up and down the beast's cunt, his own body shuddering now as he felt the warmth of her cunt upon his cock. There he stood behind the dragon now, teasing her entrance with his firm member, his own mind racing as he thought to plough the beast now and get it over with, his own body desiring the dragon's warmth, but instead he held on, only plunging the tip of his cock inside to pull out and continue rubbing against the beast's cunt and legs. As he did this the dragon groaned out and let out a shaky whine, that thick tail coiling around his body to pull him closer, but not daring to do anything else. Thankfully the dragon was still weak so he could pull himself away from her body, his cock still only brushing against her, teasing her.

When finally he felt that even he could not handle anymore of this game, the dragon let out a cry, "Fine! You win! What is it that you want me to say? That I desire a lesser being's cock? That I want a pathetic human knight to ravage my pussy and impregnate me? That I want your children oh brave knight? Oh, or perhaps you wish for me to pledge my eternal service to you! Either way just fuck me now! Please I cannot handle it for any longer! My pussy, it feels far too hot and sore to handle any more of this, please please please just plunge it in as hard as you can!"

Hearing those words brought shivers down Daxton's spine, his cock twitching, pre dribbling down the tip all the way to his balls as he began to enter the dragon's cunt slowly. Even though she had begged so well, he still moved in slowly, shutting his eyes and taking a breath as he eased himself all the way inside the dragon's cunt. He pressed in, inch by inch, both of his hands gripping at the dragon's supple rear to hold as finally he found himself fully inside of the dragon's pussy, his balls touching her cunt. The dragon's insides seemed to suck him in further, his cock twitching against the hot walls that were so surprisingly tight against his cock, and as he heard the dragoness let out a roar of triumph, he began to thrust.

Finally the human had begun to properly fuck her. Already Hobbes felt on the brink of a climax, but only because she had been teased for so long. Her pussy twitched and clamped tight upon the human before her, his cock drawn in deeper and deeper. Even with his cock inside of her she felt a wild sea of fire wash over her mind, heat and lust taking over as she tried desperately to move her large hips back against the human. She so wished she weren't mostly trapped still inside of the net, wished that she could move her body to better pump the human member inside of her pussy. She wanted his seed, desired it to flow through her insides and fill her womb desperately, but she could do nothing but huff, moan and shudder while the knight ravaged her starving pussy. Soon enough she felt his hips drive faster inside of her, harder, as if to reflect her desperation, as if he knew what she truly needed, and for that at least she was thankful. A part of her not yet consumed by lust was glad that he seemed to at the very least be treating her kindly, his hands caressing her scaled body where he could manage, his mouth laying soft kisses upon her tail as he thrust and groaned out to her. If she got out of the net holding her, she would have to take him back to her home, she could not let this one escape.

Daxton himself felt lost within the warm folds of the dragon. Once his mind was full of thoughts of humiliating the dragon, of taking his honor by dominating a powerful beast, but now he could only think of planting his seed deep within her, his mind lost in mire of heat and hunger. His hips worked endlessly to pump himself inside of the dragon's pussy, his hands gripping at her supple rear, both of his hands moving from her soft hide rear all the way up to grip at the base of her tail and tug to make her sing with those beautiful moans of hers that seemed to shake the leaves upon the trees around them. Already he could feel his cock twitching, throbbing along with his balls tightening. He knew that he would burst any second, but he didn't want to end it so soon, he couldn't bare to have it end so soon. Instead he bit at his bottom lip, drawing a bit of blood as he slowed down, forcing himself to hold back. At the same time he heard the dragon whine at his slowing down, her body shifting and shuddering as she tried to desperately push against him. Seeing her so desperate for his body, so desperate for his cock drove him back to thrusting back to her slowly, his speed picking up with every push, every wet slap that sounded off with every single thrust. He needed to do this, needed to slam into her pussy with all of his might. Perhaps he could hold back the flow of his cum, but he could never hold back his passion and desire to breed the beast before him.

Hobbes breathed out as she felt his cock twitch and throb inside of her, "Please, cum inside of me, breed me, make me yours." Her mind was fully engulfed in the fire of lust, her body belonging entirely to the knight's, "You can do whatever you want with me, just give me your seed, impregnate me Ser Knight."

The way she cooed, the way she called out for him to ravage her insides and leave her with his children caused his hips to drive forth with new vigor, his body heated and shaking as he felt his orgasm mount. Letting out a grunt he shut his eyes and leaned heavily against the dragon's rump and tail as he orgasmed, thick seed spurting out with every single twitch inside of the dragon's pussy.

Hobbes let out a happy cry, her head thrown back as best as she could within the net as she felt the human's cum fill her. It surprised and pleased her that the human could produce so much. It almost felt as if a fellow dragon were filling her, such virility from a smaller male could only mean that they were meant to be together, that they both belonged to one another. As she felt his seed sucked down by her cunt, her pussy twitched and tightened, clamping upon that thick cock, her own orgasm sounding off from her mouth as she groaned out. Now her tail coiled around the human and he did not resist. Instead he laid his head against her tail, his eyes closed, his arms hugging onto her rear as he thrust the last bits of his orgasm deeper inside of her pussy. She could feel his seed making their way into her womb, touching her eggs and fertilizing them. Hobbes wondered what they would call their children, what he would want for them if they turned out fully human? Perhaps they would want to be little knights as well. Her thoughts were interrupted as suddenly her knight pulled away from her weak tail's grasp, her eyes fluttering open as she turned her head in the blasted net to see him begin getting dressed. Her eyes widened just a bit as she realized that the knight would leave her to care for the clutch of eggs herself. She needed to find a way to keep him there, to keep him with her, or at the very least release her first so she could take him to her home and keep him there at least until the children grew old enough to care for themselves. Perhaps she could seduce him, trick him to let her free by promising more pleasure. His lust had been a fiery thing, and perhaps she could stoke that flame again in order to bring him into a false sense of security.

Daxton shook as he worked to get his trousers on. He had gotten himself too deep into the lust of their mating. At one point he thought he had felt some form of love for the dragon, but such a beast was not deserving of the love of a knight, and in fact, what would his order think of him? Still, he wanted nothing to do with the dragon, nothing to do with the dangers of such a thing, and as well, how could he raise dragonlings of all things? What would he even name them? Worse of all, when he looked to the dragon he saw that her eyes were staring at him with such a mixture of desire, pain and something akin to expectation that he had to force himself to look away, only looking back when her words broke the silence between them, "Ser Knight." She cooed, "Please...Cut free my head so that I may pleasure you. So that I may serve you properly with my tongue. I wish to drink your seed...At least once before you leave."

Daxton shivered, his hands holding onto his trousers. The pleasure they shared was still fresh on his mind, as was the favor he had done for her by giving her a bit of tongue service. Now she wished to repay the favor and the simply offer had his cock twitching and slowly rising to full erection, his firm cock which was still sticky from the dragon's pleasure. With a breath he let his trousers drop again and stepped out of them, reaching down to take the knife. Perhaps it was his lust addled mind, but this time he had no suspicions about the dragon's intents. He could only think of the pleasure it would bring him to fuck the dragon's maw, to feel her warm and loving tongue against his cock.

Hobbes saw the human approach her, knife in hand, his eyes half-lidded and lost in the same lust that had taken her mind. If anything her lovely knight was honest with his feelings, his body driving his movements at the moment. She wanted so badly to simply push him upon his back to suckle his cock and drink deeply from his seed, to feel that warmth trailing down her throat and down into her stomach, and yet she had to wait. Shifting uncomfortably she waited until he approached her head, kneeling down to cut her loose. He had enough to allow her to slip free of the powerful net, and yet she did not pounce upon him, instead she brought her head forth to open her maw and let her tongue coil around his cock, tugging it to her mouth. She closed her maw upon his cock, careful of her fangs as she suckled upon it with her strong tongue, her head now moving back and forth to milk his beautiful cock that had been drenched in her lovely juices.

At the same time Daxton's hips began moving, his eyes shutting tight as his hands moved to grasp her head. The dragon was his to do with as he pleased, he was the one in control, and his lust would be satisfied as many times as he desired, as he commanded. He groaned out as he felt the dragon's warm tongue upon his cock, his hips driving his cock to the dragon's maw as hard as he could manage just as he had been before when he was breeding her pussy. The feeling of her strong, warm tongue coiled around his cock and suckling upon it was almost enough to drive him mad, his body shaking as he thrust desperately to the dragon's mouth. He did not regret for a second his decision to use the dragon again, that is until the dragon brought herself entirely from the net. For a moment his eyes opened wide to stare down at the dragon's head, but all she did was purr and look up at him with languid, hungry eyes. She continued to suckle upon him, continued to drag her tongue across his shaft in strange and beautiful ways that caused him to moan and shiver, until finally he felt his cock twitch, thick ropes of cum spurting out, and every single drop being sucked down by the dragon that now held him in her powerful arms.

Hobbes gave the human no chance to react. As she left the net and felt her power return, she brought him into her powerful embrace and took flight, ignoring the few branches that were snapped here and there. The knight in her arms seemed to panic just a bit, but was too lost in his pleasure to react to what had just happened, or perhaps he simply felt like it would be useless. When they arrived at her literal hole in the ground, she set the human upon the soft grass of her garden den and landed before him, her cheek brushing against his as she spoke, "I don't want to hurt you knight. Don't fear me, I only wish you to take responsibility and care for these children with me."

Daxton cleared his throat clearly beaten and weak without his gear, and tired from their mating, "I suppose it wouldn't be right to leave you pregnant and unable to provide for yourself, or the children."

Hobbes purred and brought her tongue out to brush against the knight's chest, the man shivering before her as she spoke, "Perhaps you could escape...But know that I will never leave you alone...And should you run back to your home, I'll come as a human bearing your children...And upon your honor you'll have no choice but to accept me as your wife, or accept the dishonor of having woman walking around that you slept with, but did not marry."

Daxton thought quietly upon that and sighed. Dishonor, or a dragon wife. After the experience he had just felt, how could he deny the dragon? She had been a wonderful lover, and he had no doubt that he could take control of her again. The only thing that concerned him was just how many children they would be raising together, and if she would let him ever recover his gear. That cloak of his was a fine material, shivering just a bit he decided to ask, "Can I at least have my clothes back."

She answered by curling tightly around the human, her body warming him as she purred against him, her eyes shut as the dragon fell asleep before him. Sighing, Daxton sat back against the dragon, his own eyes shutting. Perhaps he would be able to convince her when they both woke up. At the very least he would have quite the story to tell if he ever saw his order again.