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The sky was grey with an approaching storm and there were strong winds but Senire didn't mind. The outside world mimicked her black mood. She thought momentarily on binding the storm clouds somehow, sending them to batter the mountain where her clan was based but then she dismissed the thought. No point in wasting the energy.

The rain started just as she reached her home: a large cave she had expanded with magic several times. She stalked inside, shaking the water from her wings and muttering furiously. The matriarch of her dragon clan, a dragoness a few centuries her senior, had for the fourth time denied Senire the chance to become a fully-fledged mage of the clan, something she'd been dreaming of for half her life. Ever since she'd found control of her magic, she'd wanted to be recognised for it but now the matriarch was saying she 'wasn't ready'.

She scowled and, with a flick of her tail, caused a fire to light in a corner, warming the frigid air. She needed to prove herself, somehow. Let the matriarch, Rinaa, know that she wasn't an inexperience youngling anymore! She could handle the responsibility and commitment that being a mage took now!

The sound of wing beats was audible through the rain and she looked up. A dark shape came out of the rain, the dragon landing heavily and sending water everywhere. Senire relaxed a little; it was Brithr, her friend and the person she spent the most time with. "What do you want?" she said glumly, watching him drip onto the floor.

"Well, first off," he said, shaking out his wings, "you mind drying me off?"

Senire flicked her tail again and the water covering Brithr evaporated. "Thanks, "he said, padding close to the fire and sitting in front of it. "So, I'm guessing your meeting with Rinaa didn't go too well?"

"She said I wasn't ready," Senire said, throwing herself down next to him and staring at the fire. "I am though! She just refuses to recognise it. And don't you say that she must have her reasons!" she snapped, seeing Brithr opening his mouth. "I've heard that enough already."

Brithr closed his jaws, then opened them again a moment later. "She must have a reason, you know. You're one of the most powerful mages in the clan. You are needed but she wants you to have a little more experience."

"Have you talked to her about me?" said Senire suspiciously.

Brithr had the grace to look a little ashamed. "Not about anything really important," he protested. "She just said that you might be a little down about her decision. But, don't obsess over it, will you? You shouldn't dwell on bad things."

"Kinda hard not to," Senire muttered, then she roused herself. "I might get some sleep. I've got to be up early tomorrow for patrol."

Brithr got up, grumbling. "Oh sure, just throw me out into the rain, why don't you?" His voice softened when he reached the entrance to the cave. "Listen, when you get back from your patrol, we'll go swimming or something in the lake, get your mind off this."

She managed a smile. "Sure, I'd like that." The smile left with Brithr and she walked back into the room with the fire, feeling as down as before. She hadn't been lying about needed to patrol early on though. Each dragon in the clan took turns flying part of the borders to their land, searching for threats or intruders. It was boring, tiring and time-consuming, time that Senire could have better spent on her magic, since that was what Rinaa seemed to want so much.

The fire dimmed and then went out as Senire cut off the magic sustaining it. The heated stone would warm the room for the rest of the night. Senire curled up on the floor in a little divot she had softened with moss and tried to sleep. Although she closed her eyes, sleep just wouldn't come.

She kept playing the conversation with Rinaa over and over in her mind, the matriarch's words reverberating through her head. "You are not ready, not responsible enough," Rinaa had shouted over her protests. "You do not have the foresight nor the care that guarding this clan requires!"

The words burned in Senire's head. Were they true? She didn't think so but now it didn't matter. Half of the clan had heard Rinaa say them and they all trusted her and her judgement. Until Rinaa accepted her, none of the others would. Senire curled tighter, hoping to just sleep. It would be bad enough patrolling without being sleep deprived.

By the time that dim light began filtering in through the entrance to her cave, the rain had long stopped and Senire had not slept. When a bright flash marked the moment the sun cleared the horizon, she got up and stretched. Exhaustion made her want to curl up again. Of course, it took the break of day for her body to want to sleep. She sighed; maybe she could sleep after the patrol, if Brithr didn't still want to go swimming in the lake.

Stepping to the edge of her cave, she surveyed the valley beyond. The air smelled fresh, the world renewed by the rain. Just a few breaths of that and Senire felt a little bit more awake. Spreading her black wings wide, she jumped out into the breeze. The cool air was dead and it took some work to rise higher. The first patrol was always the hardest and most difficult; the air hadn't had time to warm and form those columns of rising currents that took most of the work from flying.

Within minutes, Senire had reached the proper altitude, panting heavily. Gliding for a bit, she tried to regain her breath, looking down over the lands of her clan. The rivers, mountains, forests and plains were all familiar to her, having made this trip many times before. She let her wings take her on the much-travelled route, allowing her mind to go blank while her eyes looked for movement below. She noted a few herds of deer and other game, marking their locations in her mental map to inform the hunters of the clan. Other things to look out for were typical signs of encroaching humans: felled trees, roads, buildings, that sort of thing.

It was mid-morning before she saw anything out of the ordinary. There was a thick column of smoke rising in the distance, a little beyond the borders of her clan. It was too thick to be a human campfire; a forest fire must have started during the storm last night. It wouldn't threaten the clan directly, not at this distance, but she decided to check it out anyway. It would help relieve the boredom of the uneventful flight and some of the hunters might figure out where all the food had run as they fled the flames.

Senire realised that it was further than she thought, the size of the column muddling the distance in her head. It took almost half an hour of hard flying to reach it. Circling the burning brush showed nothing of interest and she was about to turn back, disappointed, when something to one side of the fire caught her eye. The wildfire had passed in this area hours before, leaving only ash and blackened trees, as well as something else standing tall. It was the remains of a small castle, the stones heavily camouflaged with moss, soot, and the burnt remains of other plants. If it hadn't been for the fire, she might have missed it altogether, so well was it concealed. Nature reclaimed everything.

There aren't supposed to be any human settlements here, Senire thought, circling lower of the castle. It had clearly been abandoned for many years. Several walls had crumbled and the rubble of the central tower was heaped in the middle of a courtyard. Curious, she circled down until she landed heavily on the ground, sending ash puffing up into the air. She sneezed then looked around with interest. Dragons didn't build structures like humans did and she'd never seen one up close before. It wasn't very impressive. As far as she could tell, it had only been here for a hundred years or so. Why build something that falls in so little time? Senire thought, looking at the mortar of one of the remaining walls.

An investigation of the rubble in the centre yielded a small souvenir: a brass candlestick. She picked it up, examining the curious object before setting it to one side. She didn't know what it was for, but it would make a nice addition to her cave. The black dragoness walked around the pile of broken stone and saw a large set of stairs leading underground. She supposed that they must have been inside a building at some point but the roof and walls had fallen, leaving the bottom of the stairs blocked with shattered masonry.

With a flick of her tail, Senire sent a spell of force into the blockage, turning some of it to dust and scattering the rest into the space beyond. An underground room! She felt a little uneasy, leaving the sky behind but walked down into the room, unsteady on the stairs meant for those with two feet, not four. The cellar would have been high-roofed for a human but Senire had to crouch and lower her head to stop her horns scraping it. She was by no means large for a dragon, actually being somewhat on the small side, but the room was not built to hold her.

The smell down here was musty, old and stale. No new air had been here for some time. There were other things as well, scents she recognised from the few visits with traders she had had. Paper, incense and wine. She saw all of these things along one wall, a couple of the boxes and bottles broken from her spell and the shrapnel it had produced. Then, she saw it, and started.

On the opposite wall, the skeletal remains of a human sat propped up against the dirt. His flesh was completely gone, leaving a grinning skeleton with the half-rotted remains of cloth covering him. One arm was detached and laying on the floor beside him but the other was protectively clutching a book to his ribcage.

Senire recognised that for what it was because she owned a couple, written in the language of dragons or the language of magic itself. They were among her most treasured possessions. She inched forwards under the ceiling until she was right in front of the skeleton. Reluctant to disturb the dead, she reached forwards gingerly with one claw, plucking the book from the man's dead grasp. At her touch, his skeleton seemed to lose all will to stay together, the bones separating and falling to the ground in a pile with a loud clatter. Senire winced. "Sorry," she muttered, keeping hold of the book.

Now wishing for sunlight and fresh air, the dragoness hurried for the stairs in an awkward, three-legged gait, one of her foreclaws holding the precious book. The sunlight on her scales made her feel better and the familiar scents of the forest even more so. Sitting back on her haunches, Senire held the book up so she could see it properly. It was at least as old as the skeleton; the pages were yellowed and the leather binding cracked with age. She opened it, letting the book fall to a random page and hoping that she could decipher the text.

The dragoness's heart leapt when she saw it was written in the familiar, runic symbols of magic. This she could read! What's more, as she flicked through the pages, it seemed to be a book of spells. Elation bubbled inside Senire. Spell books were among the most valuable and rarest items in the world. No wonder the human had died holding it. The book would be worth ten times its weight in gold or gems. Smiling happily, she clutched the book to her chest, spreading her wings and pushing of the ground with her powerful hind legs. She would finish her patrol and then take this home where she could study it closely.

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The book lay open on her reading pedestal, at the perfect height for her to see the runes. She was amazed at what she had in front of her. The book was full of spells of great power, the kind that most believed to have been lost centuries before. There was magic to call storms and bring down mountains in this book.

She should take it to Rinaa...wait! Senire physically jerked as the thought hit her. Rinaa didn't believe that she was capable, that she was ready. If she used one of these spells to help the clan, Rinaa would recognise her worth and let her be a clan mage! The thought made a happy excitment spread through her and she looked back over the book.

Deciphering the runes was difficult. The text functioned as a description of the spell and the spell itself so she had to read through several pages to discover what each piece of magic did. They were frighteningly powerful.

_A powerful spell to cause earthquakes and crumbling mountains..._no, that wouldn't be helpful. Her clan wouldn't like her anymore if she destroyed their homes.

A spell to cause bountiful rains, harvests and good earths for farming. Not really helpful when they didn't farm anything.

The spells went on and one, dozens and dozens of them. Most of them were obviously made by and for humans, concerning themselves with human warfare, food and other concerns. There were a couple of things that Senire supposed could be useful, the curing of plagues and so forth, but nothing that had the wow factor she needed to impress Rinaa. She considered briefly a spell that would cause gold ore veins to burst from the ground but they didn't really need gold at the moment. That could be the second option.

Then she saw the perfect page. This spell brings a creature from a higher plane of existence, bound to serve the summoner until their natural death. This creature shall serve completely and utterly and can perform near any task, having the ability to perform their own magic and change their shape as they will. This, this was the spell that she would cast. If she could bring her clan, and Rinaa, a servant like this, that would get her the recognition she needed. She would prove herself to be a master mage!

The spell was long and difficult and Senire looked over it critically. She thought it was within her skill, if only just. Reaching across planes of existence was no simple or easy task, one of the reasons that most of these types of spells had vanished from the world. Excitement was giving her energy. Why delay? Senire thought. She might as well do it now. There was no reason to wait.

Magic was not as simple as reading some words. The runes themselves contained some of the magic of the spell and they needed to be channelled through the caster. Keeping the magic of a foreign spell in control was where the skill came in. Senire took a deep breath, then began.

Her eyes moved from rune and her scales started to glow with a black light as she channelled the power contained in the book. She let her gaze flit from rune to rune, making sure she mastered each one before moving on. The floor of her cave in front of her began to glow powerfully in the same light that came from her scales.

The magic was pushing her on faster, raring to speed ahead and go out of control. Senire restrained it with difficulty; once the spell was started, it couldn't be stopped. The magic got harder and harder to control. Her eyes were flicking between the runes so fast they were a blur. Too fast. Too fast! With an immense act of will, Senire reigned in the magic, realised that she was just about at the end of the spell. She hoped the bit in the middle hadn't gone wrong. She didn't think it had but it was difficult to be sure.

As she finished the spell, the circle of light before the dragoness grew brighter and brighter and turning white. Eventually, she had to look away, closing her eyes against the glare. Senire hoped that no one would see the light coming from the entrance to her cave; thank the gods she hadn't done this at night.

The light died. Blinking spots from her eyes, the black dragoness looked at where the circle had been and stepped back in surprise. Something was sitting in the circle, shaking its head as if to clear confusion. It was halfway between a human and a dragon, covered in green scales and with a draconic head, but its body was that of a human: wingless, and with two legs and two arms, standing tall on the former pair. It was a she, Senire noted, seeing the slit between her legs and the breasts on her chest. Only female humans had those.

"Wow!" the summoned creature said, standing up and looking around. "That was quite the ride!" The green half-dragon stood, dusting herself off and looking around. She saw Senire and smiled. "I'm guessing you summoned me."

That shook Senire from her reverie. "Yes," she said, a little proudly. "Who are you?"

The little dragoness smiled. "Ajrkarithseveryinghity is the name I have in the spirit world but you can just call me Karith. You a beginner mage?"

Senire was slightly offended. "No," she said, miffed, "I'm not. I'm quite experienced actually."

"But not experienced enough to summon me properly," Karith replied smartly. "You messed it up."

"I did?" Senire said, a little crestfallen. "What part?"

"Not a very important part. So, what did you want a spirit servant for?"

She was still trying to figure out what part of the spell she had gotten wrong. It seemed to have worked perfectly. "I wanted to prove that I could do difficult spells, so my clan would accept me as one of their mages."

Karith seemed interested in that. "So, there's a whole clan of dragons here?" she said nonchalantly. "How many exactly?"

"Uh," Senire said, counting in hear head. "Fourteen, including me. Sorry, but what part of the spell did I get wrong?"

Karith smiled. "The binding part."

She snapped her fingers and Senire felt her body freeze. Her eyes went wide but that was that was the only part of her that was under her control. No other muscle would move. Senire couldn't even control her breathing at that moment. Karith walked over, smiling, until she stood right in front of Senire. "See, usually, the spell binds my powers and me, so I can't do anything that my master doesn't want." She ran a claw down Senire's face. The black dragoness shivered and tried to pull away from the touch, her eyes fearful.

"But now," she continued, almost whispering. "I'm free. With all my powers and magic, to use however I want." She giggled. "I love playing with mortals."

Fear filled Senire. What had she done? Stupid, stupid! Senire scolded herself, trying to think of a way out of this situation. The book was in front of her and she remembered seeing a banishing spell near the start but she couldn't move. Struck by inspiration, she tried to use her magic and then gave a mental scream of frustration when she found it somehow blocked.

"No magic for you," Karith chided. "Now, I'm going to explore your delightful home but while I'm doing that, you need to keep busy. You're a nice young dragoness, why don't you masturbate to pass the time? No cumming though; that's a privilege.

What?! Senire screamed in her mind but her body was already obeying Karith's command. Her head curled down and she saw her own sex come into view. She could hear Karith moving about, rattling some of her possessions and throwing books around. "Use your tongue," she called out cheerfully.

Senire's tongue leapt to her sex at once, slathering over it once from top to bottom. Fury, fear and humiliation were battling within the dragoness at the point and she gave little thought to the light pleasure the act gave her. That changed when her tongue went out again, this time directly onto her clit. Senire jumped violently but couldn't pull away pull away. It happened again, and again. Now the black dragoness could see her sex moistening, the lips reddening and filling with blood as she got aroused.

The sounds of Karith fiddling with her possessions faded into background noise as she was forced to continue running her tongue over the most intimate part of her body. She could see every detail of her own sex, every scale, every drip of moisture that ran from it. The taste of Senire's lust coated her tongue as she wormed it inside herself, feeling her walls contract around it. It was beginning to feel good now and whatever else she felt, Senire couldn't block out the sensations she was forcing on herself.

Her breath puffed out against her folds and she dragged the heated scent of sex back in, which only made the tingly feeling in her lower belly worse. She had masturbated before of course, but not much. Still, she recognised the beginnings of a climax when it appeared. Curling tighter, she thrust her tongue in deeper before pulling it out with a slurp and returning her attention back to her clit, shivering as the tip of the nimble muscle danced around her nub, not quite touching it.

Movement in Senire's peripheral vision caught her eye. She couldn't pull her head away from her sex but she saw what it was. Karith had walked to the base of her tail and was watching her with a smile on her face, one of Senire's spellbooks in her hand. "Why don't you use your tail?" she suggested before walking off again.

Senire fought but it was no use. Her tail curved until the tip was pointed straight at her wet sex, then it pressed forwards. The dragoness was permitted a groan as she was spread, even the end of her tail much thicker than her tongue, which had gone back to flicking around the apex of her sex, seeking the clit hidden there. The orgasm was approaching more quickly now and that feeling began to override everything else. The fear, the humiliation, it was all slipping away as her tongue found her clitoris and her tail thrust deeper...

She felt it, the waves of bliss about to crash down on her mind when her tail froze and her tongue slipped back into her mouth, leaving the dragoness with only the full feeling in her sex. What? Senire thought. No, come on! Not now, don't stop now...

"I did say no cumming," came Karith's voice, calling from a different room. Footsteps sounded as she approached. "Stand." Senire's body obeyed the order immediately, although it kept the last bit of her tail buried inside her sex. The sensation of moving with it in there made her whine silently. Karith was carrying the book that had contained her summoning spell but she had made another little pile of spellbooks nearby.

"Aw, does the little dragoness want to cum?" the anthro cooed, coming closer and scratching beneath Senire's jaw. Senire did want that, very much, but the manner in which the spirit asked made her eyes flash and she tried to growl. "I guess not," Karith muttered. "Good, because I'm not going to let you for a long time. Now, to business."

To Senire's horror, Karith leapt lightly onto her back, straddling her body just before her wings. Dragons did not _carry_people! They weren't lowly horses!

"Oh, stop the whining," Karith snapped. "I want you to take me to the nearest dragon's cave. Land out of sight near it."

Her body leapt into action quite literally. In a flash, the dragoness's dripping tail had withdrawn from her sex and she had launched herself into the air, wings snapping wide to catch the wind. Inside, Senire was struggling against her body. The closest dragon's cave was the one belonging to Brithr, just across the valley. His was closer to the valley floor, only a little ways above the trees on a soft slope.

Keeping low over the trees, her wings skipping the highest leaves, she landed in a clearing only a minute from the cave. Karith jumped off her back, looking around. "Who lives in the cave?" she asked, peering into the trees in the direction of the cave.

"Brithr," her mouth said perkily. "He's my friend."

The smile on her face made Senire's stomach drop. "OK, here's what you do. It'll take some time for me to overpower his will so you need to seduce him." She grinned at the shocked look on Senire's face. "Get your friend to mount you so I can take control."

Senire whined, the sound getting out through her mouth as her body turned, walking through the trees. It was tough to scramble up the incline to Brithr's cave, cascades of stone running from her feet. His cave was a fair bit smaller than hers; he didn't have the magic to expand easily and he had refused her offers to do it for him.

Brithr was napping in the front of his cave, just in the sun. He roused himself when she called out to him, blinking blearily down at her. "Senire!" he exclaimed, yawning widely. "I was just about to come over so we could go to the lake. Or am I late?"

"No," she smiled at him. "I was just a little...lonely. Thought I'd visit." She walked past him, rubbing a little against his side as she did. Brithr's nostrils flared as she passed and she knew that he could smell her arousal from when Karith had forced her masturbate. Senire moaned internally, flushing with humiliation. I won't be able to look at him again...

Instead, she did look at him, turning her head back to see him looking after her with a surprised expression. "You coming?" she said, raising her tail a little so he caught a quick glimpse of her still-wet sex. He hesitated for a moment, then followed.

"Ah, are you sure about this?" Brithr, said right behind her. She turned when she reached the next room, a smile on her face. Inside, she was trying her best to give him a sign, an indication that something was wrong, but nothing got past Karith's control. Her tail hiked again, and Senire peaked beneath his belly. The tip of his cock was poking out but he still looked uncertain.

"I'm sure," her mouth said, smiling at him. She stretched forwards lewdly, rising her tail high and practically presenting to the wall behind her. Brithr's eyes widened and his cock grew larger, steadily growing. Senire stared at it, not even because of Karith. She felt something stir inside her, a remnant of the arousal from before. She breathed in his heated scent and turned around again, shivering as her tail rose high, giving Brithr his first unobstructed view of her sex.

She heard a loud intake of breath, then the soft padding of approaching feet. There was a soft puff of air against her sex as he sniffed at her. "You're beautiful," he said. The compliment made the same thing stir inside her as before, a strange leap in her stomach. She would have loved to hear that under any circumstances other than this. Brithr's tongue leapt out, flicking across her sex, tasting or cleaning. Senire pushed back against it. It felt different than when she did it to herself. It was much more intense now.

He did it again and the dragoness moaned. "Mount me," she said, looking back at him, her sex dripping. Senire was acutely aware that she hadn't had the chance to cum back in her own cave. She might not have been doing it unless Karith made her but that didn't mean it wouldn't be enjoyable.

Brithr obeyed her request, rearing up and placing his weight in her rear. Something warm and thick poked her stomach, sliding along the soft scales there. He readjusted, missed, readjusted and Senire felt his warm cock press against her lips. They moaned in unison as his length slowly filled her, the dragoness's walls enveloping the cock.

Brithr paused when he had hilted himself within Senire. The dragoness could barely breathe. The cock was nothing like her tail. It was warm, smooth and moved constantly, even if only from the dragon's heartbeat. He filled her completely, seemingly made for her vent. He didn't move for even longer, seemingly revelling in the feeling of being buried inside a hot, tight sex but she growled. "Come on," Senire said roughly, pushing back against him.

It seemed to reawaken him and the dragon pulled out before thrusting back in. The feeling made her crouch lower, pushing back against the thrusts that were increasing in speed and power rapidly. Karith's control was no longer necessary to keep Senire in place; she didn't want to be anywhere else. The climax that she had almost brought herself too was coming back again, much more powerful this time, building up every time Brithr's cock spread her again.

She thought he was getting close as well. The intimate closeness meant that she could feel him swell slightly, hearing the growls and moans from Brithr above her. Senire panted and clenched around him, wanting her own orgasm and his at the same time. Both felt so close...

Brithr froze on top of her, only his tip inside her sex. Senire froze as well, unable to even make a sound. Not again! Senire thought wildly, feeling the orgasm she had so desperately been waiting for slip away. Then the impact of what had happened settled on her. Karith's t-taken control of Brithr too!

The two dragons moved in unison. Brithr pulled out the rest of the way, falling off her back onto his paws and turning towards the entrance. Senire, keeping her tail raised high, rose from her crouch and also faced the entrance where the silhouette of Karith was visible, walking towards them. "Very good, Senire!" she exclaimed, giving the dragoness a rough pat on the nose. "In case you were confused," she said, turning to the dragon standing like a statue beside Senire, "your friend, or mate now, tried to summon me, but got the spell wrong at a rather crucial point. So, I've decided to enslave your entire clan! How great is that!"

Senire's face burned with shame. She wished she could explain it to Brithr; the way that Karith had said it made her sound so stupid. But she couldn't move or speak any more now than she could earlier. "Now, we can't wait around!" Karith said happily. "Senire said there were another twelve dragons that I have to subjugate and I want to do it before nightfall. Senire, you can help with the males; Brithr, you can help with the females. Let's go."

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Night had fallen for several hours by the time Karith had flown to the central lair on Senire's back. She stank of sex, the scent of a couple different males on her scales. Not every dragon had accepted her advances, but a number had. Karith's will had bound them all. The only one left now was Rinaa, the matriarch. All of the others were flying in circles around the mountain, waiting for Karith's signal that she had enslaved the last dragon.

They landed and the spirit hopped off her back. "Last one," she said. "This one shouldn't take as long; I'm getting more powerful." Senire whined, not really listening. She'd had several cocks inside her in the last day but Karith always managed to take control of her partner just before either of them climaxed. Her sex was still wet. Her arousal had disappeared more slowly every time until, now, it didn't go away at all.

The clan's main lair, where Matriarch Rinaa resided, was a large cavern in the middle of the mountain. The main entrance was a long tunnel carved into the mountain with magic and lined with torches. Senire set off, putting out each torch she passed so Karith could creep behind her in darkness. The cavern itself was lit magically from above, a soft, golden light filtering down over everything and Rinaa was sprawled comfortably on a raised dais, reading a book from the large shelves behind her.

She looked up at the black dragoness's approach. "Senire," she said, surprised. "Why are you back here? I'm afraid I'm not going to change my mind about you being a mage. You are simply not ready, despite--"

"That's not why I'm here," Senire interrupted. Inside, she was hoping that Rinaa would feel something, know that something was wrong. She was the most powerful dragon in these mountains; if anyone could resist Karith, it was her.

Rinaa shut the book. "Oh? Then what is it?"

Senire walked up the stairs to the dais slowly, feeling Rinaa's eyes on her. The matriarch was a dark blue colour, like deep, clear water. Her nose sniffed at the air as Senire approached and she looked even more surprised. "What have you been doing?" she said, breathing in the younger dragoness's aroused scent and the scent of male. She opened her mouth to say something else but Senire forestalled her, darting forwards and pressing their muzzles together in a kiss, forcing her tongue into Rinaa's mouth. The matriarch jerked backwards a little but before she could do anything else, she stiffened.

Karith had taken another victim. Senire felt Rinaa's tongue writhe against her own as the blue dragoness changed position, moving to her back and spreading her hind-legs wide. Breaking the kiss, Senire's body swung over Rinaa's head and the matriarch's agile tongue found Senire's sex a moment later. Senire bowed her own head to Rinaa's sex, breath hitching as the all-too familiar pleasure started to thrum through her.

Sounds of footsteps echoed through the tunnel that led to the cavern but Senire couldn't look up, forced to stare at Rinaa's sex as she grew aroused. Her juices tasted sweet on Senire's tongue and she couldn't help staring as the older dragoness's lips filled with blood, becoming a bright purple against the scales of her belly. She shivered and clenched around Rinaa's tongue as it invaded her sex then returned the favour, feeling the powerful muscles there squeeze.

The feel of hot breath against her sex made Senire whine but she couldn't move as the footsteps grew closer. The orgasm in her lower belly was approaching fast again, a feeling that she now recognised all too well. She thought Rinaa was getting close as well, feeling her breathing and the clenching of her sex becoming more erratic.

As she knew perfectly well, Senire and Rinaa ceased at exactly the same moment, standing up smoothly. Karith stood before them both, smiling widely. Behind her, every other dragon in the clan was standing tin the same position. All of their scents were heated with the scent of sex and arousal. All of the males were fully erect and all of the dragonesses had their tails raised high. A few, like Senire, were dripping onto the floor.

Karith walked up the steps to the dais, patting Senire on the nose as she passed. "Go," she commanded and Rinaa and Senire walked down to join the other members of their clan. As she stepped into position, Senire felt the humiliating flush as she raised her tail, allowing the dragon behind her an excellent view of her sex.

"Welcome!" Karith said, speaking loudly and spreading her arms wide. "Welcome, my new, loyal subjects. One of your number, Senire, thought to summon me and gain a powerful slave to serve all of you. Instead, you will all be my slaves. For the rest of you lives, in fact. And after that, your children and their children will serve." She smiled. "I will admit to being fascinated with the drives of mortals, like your orgasms. I hear they're quite good. Perhaps, if you serve well, one or more of you will eventually earn one.

"You have the rest of your lives to try."

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Senire whined happily as she felt her Mistress's hand caress the top of her head.

"Good girl," came the voice. She opened her eyes. Karith was smiling down at her from her thrown. Senire had just brought herself to the edge of an orgasm with nothing but her tail, just as Mistress had wanted. It had been ten years, or close enough, since she had tried the summoning spell that had brought Karith here and in all that time, she hadn't cum once. She missed it sometimes, but only Mistress could decide when she should cum. She still hoped that it would be soon. Karith still controlled the other dragons but Senire was special. She was given the most of Karith's attention and, some of the time, the control was lifted from her body, like now.

The black dragoness looked around the cavern. Several dragons were dragging in the carcasses from a successful hunt to a corner where they would be preserved, one of whom was Brithr. They were storing more and more food now; it would be needed soon. The far left of the cavern had been converted into a pen of sorts, a large iron cage enclosing five dragonesses. Each dragoness's belly was swollen with eggs, some more so than others. It was the beginning of the new generation that Karith had decided was necessary to expand her little empire. Once she had enough dragons in this clan, she was going to take control of other clans in the area, and then move on from there.

The dragonesses in the cage had surged forward to the bars, looking at the meat the hunters were dragging. As each dragoness in the clan had gone into heat, Karith had ordered one of the males to breed them. Senire could see Rinaa at the front of the small group of dragonesses. Her belly was the largest and she was looking at the food hungrily, whining and pressing against the bars of the cage, all former dignity forgotten. It would be time for her to lay soon, the first of many eggs to be lain for the spirit queen. Sometimes Senire thought about Rinaa, reduced to the lowly status of breeder but she always put those thoughts from her head quickly, not dwelling on them for long. Her Mistress didn't like them.

Karith saw Senire looking towards the gravid dragonesses and scratched her head. "Don't worry," she cooed and Senire looked up at her, tilting her head so that she would scratch beneath her jaw. "Soon your heat will come and you'll get to lay me eggs as well. Now, show me how you've been practising. You, come here."

One of the other dragonesses, one whose heat hadn't yet come either, near the throne came forward, rolling over and displaying her sex to Senire. Shivering in anticipation, Senire withdrew her tail from her pussy and began to lick at the other dragoness's sex instead, making sure that Mistress could see her as she did. She listened to the other dragoness's fervent moans, knowing that she was not permitted to let her orgasm. Moments later, she felt Karith's thin, dexterous play against her lower lips, a reward for obeying her. She pushed back against them happily, even though they would never let her cum. The gentle pleasure was enough.

Recognising the signs of a climax approaching in the dragoness below her, Senire stopped, letting the other female moan in frustration. After a few minutes, when the dragoness had calmed, she began again, flicking across her clit before diving back into her pussy.

Some of her attention was focused on the dragoness below her but most of her thoughts were on pleasing Mistress and laying eggs for her. She wondered if Brithr would be the one to breed her. Senire hoped so. Soon, she thought, echoing Mistress's word. Soon.