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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 90 - Ruin

This long running Master and slave themed story series continues the journey of dragons, unicorns and the rest of the furry races in a world threatened with extinction by a monstrous threat. The furry races are grateful for the sacrifice dragons make in fighting the war, but would be much happier if the dragons would just stop trying to enslave them all!

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Johnes made his way carefully through the narrow streets of Bordertown, the northwest section of the mess that was the trade hub between the furry lands and the Dragon Empire. It was the safest of the three-sectioned city, run by furry government forces and mostly safe, as long as one avoided meeting a dragon in a dark alley. The southern section was where the real danger was. It was still on furry lands but the patrols were much fewer, and full of dragons and those furs that willingly served their darker needs. The other side, across the border, well, if you found yourself over there you were in serious trouble. No furry guards to help. Nothing but a trip to the capital and a life of servitude.

He shuddered, not liking being anywhere near the border, but that's where his work had taken him. The brown buck walked with care, antlers sprouting atop his head and a small brimmed hat perched neatly between him. Leather jacket and pants covered his brown fur, buttoned up neatly, the leathers worn but well taken care of. He shifted a burlap backpack carrying his tools and books, moving it from one side to the other.

He had everything he needed, now to find a small horse and make his way further north to where he could cross into dragon territory. It was insanity, far more dangerous than anything he had done before, but he had to go. It was too momentous of a discovery not to.

"You.. come here..." said a voice from a darkened doorway.

He paused, peering at the shadowy figure and gulping a bit, a hand moving to a small blade at his side. Little more than a glorified eating knife, but the motion showed he wasn't entirely unfamiliar with using it.

There was a soft giggle, "Don't be like that. I'm a friend," said a silky voice.

"A friend, riiiight..." said Jones with a dubious look, slowly moving away. "No dragons hiding there behind you ready to pounce at all I'm very sure."

The figure stiffened and hissed with such vehemence it made the buck take a step back. "I work for no dragon!" the voice said, spitting the last word. Then she stood still for several seconds, "I have something for your, trip."

The buck got even more nervous at that, but braved it out. "Trip? You mean back to the capital when I've finished with my research?"

The female voice giggled again, "Research? I suppose. Here... take this, it may come in handy if you get into trouble." She pushed a box with a foot, sliding it across the cobblestone with a clattering noise.

Curious now, the buck bent down to pick it up, ready to bolt if the strange figure made a move, but she, and he was sure it was a she now, did nothing. He picked it up and opened it, peering inside. Three small bottles?

"A gift. A rare drink, brewed by dragons of long past. Tastes rather terrible to anyone but a dragon, and they value it greatly as its brewing secrets have been lost to time. Any dragon with even a little education and class would be quite eager to obtain this."

The buck frowned, "And just what am I supposed to do with it?"

"Bribe a dragon, if you happen to run into one. If you were to ever, find yourself threatened by one or more, this could get you out of it."

He seriously doubted a bribe of a small bottled drink would do much if he were to get caught trespassing in dragon lands. Why wouldn't they just take it from him? Why even give it to him? "I doubt this would help, and it seems quite an expensive gift to give to a stranger."

"I have the sole supply of such drinks, but dragons... they will get no pleasure from me, ever. I'll pour them in the gutter before letting any of them have them. However... you might gain your freedom from them, so I can part with a few." She paused and shifted in the doorway, "There is so much we don't know about our past, so many secrets. I support anyone trying to unravel them."

Closing the box he shifted his pack forward enough to put the small item inside. "Well, thanks... I think?" He looked around nervously, still not at all comfortable with the situation.

"Relax, buck. Nobody but I knows your intentions. I have sources. I hear rumors. I put them all together when your name came up several times inquiring about, dangerous things. I'm on your side, trust me, and those with loose lips had them sealed. I have considerable influence here, you are safe."

"Yeahhhhh... I'm not big on trusting strangers who won't even show me their face."

"Where you are going, do you blame me for not wanting you to be able to identify me?"

He pondered that, "No, I suppose not."

"Well, I've taken up too much of your time. Be safe, and whatever you find, show the world. Ahh... and there is another gift. A small map showing a safe place to hide if you need it. Dragon's never go there, they consider it haunted."

He straightened a bit and nodded. Dragons were odd beings, that was sure. He was unsure of this ones motives however, but his own were clear. Knowledge must be discovered, and it must be shared. "I will, I promise." He watched the figure retreat, seeing something odd with the tightly wrapped cloak behind her, it fit strangely but he couldn't figure out why. Turning, he continued on his way to the last stop on his trip, a small shop he needed to visit for a final few items.

He paused again. She must have known he was going here, otherwise how did she ambush him? He turned around and walked the other way. He didn't really need those things, and better to get on his way now. He had been careless, lingering too long, asking too many questions. He had to move before someone else discovered his plans.

...

Dragons. Dragons everywhere! Behind those trees, crouched near a rock, ready to strike! A flicker of movement behind a tree, a rustle in the bushes, a shadow of a tail and wings.

Johnes shook his head and pushed away the paranoia. There were no dragons here, if they were they would have shown themselves. Still, it was nerve wracking to be so close to his goal, so far past the border. It has been a day and a half walk to get here. He was lucky the site was so close cross the border, it might have been many more days or even a moon of travel.

He studied his map again, even though he had it memorized. Yes. These hills were the ones marked, the cave entrance had to be between them. Stones. Look for the stone markers. He had found one already, one that had given him hope, disappointment and hope again. The ancient marker was right where he had expected it to be, but it was clearly of modern design. A closer examination had shown him the remains of a much older rock. Dragons must still use it as a navigation guide and had erected a new one in it's place. He wondered if the old stone had worn away of if the dragons has simply knocked it down. Such a waste, either way. So little was known of the golden age.

He made his way further along the path, ears perked as he continued to watch his surroundings. Something moved, something real this time and he froze. His hooves made soft noises in the forest moss as he quickly slid over to a tree and peeked around.

He jerked his head back, heart suddenly pounding hard as he caught sight of something silver moving through the trees. Dragon! Shit! He took another quick peek, hoping it might be a force of furries in armor, but no, silver scales, tail. Was it looking for him? There weren't supposed to be any patrols here!

He listened, hearing footsteps. Moving steadily, then faster, heavier, louder. Oh fuck!

The buck bolted, throwing off any effort to hide as he ran, turning slightly to head back the way he came. His mind raced as he heard the dragon now clearly pursuing him. Options flashed past until he remembered that sanctuary the strange fur had mentioned. Could it be real? He had no choice, and it wasn't that far from the site. He ran, breath huffing as he put on the fastest speed he could manage.

He crashed through bushes and ducked under limbs, and nearly tripped as he came across a fallen log, leaping over it and landing heavily, stumbling as he regained his footing. He dared a look behind him and let out a cry of fear. The dragon, dragoness was right behind him, leaping over the log, something whirling over her head! Time seemed to slow for just an instant, and he was acutely aware she had nothing on under her armored skirt. His brain had just enough time to think that wasn't very practical before the bolo-net was flung at him and wrapped around his head and torso.

He ugned as several heavy weights slammed into him as the net wrapped about him, one thudding against the side of his skull and sending him spinning dizzily around. He landed hard on his back, and a moment later the dragoness landed atop of him, feet slamming hard into the dirt to either side, then down to her knees over him, arms pinned by both the net and her legs.

"Hrrrnnngggoooooof!" he said as her rear came down hard as she sat down, pinning him and forcing the breath from his lungs. It was like a mass of steel had fallen ontop of him, and he squirmed as a silver hand closed around his neck and squeezed.

"Gaaaack!"

The buck could do little more than squirm and kick his feet, getting a close up view of dragoness pussy, and her leering grin as she leaned in close as he struggled to breathe.

"Oh my, what do we have here? Such a pretty buck! Gorgeous horns... are you alone?"

Eyes bulging he nodded, fear coursing through him. All rational thoughts drained from him, leaving him with nothing but the sensations of prey being downed by a fearsome predator. He gasped as the hand relaxed around his throat, letting him take deep, panicked breaths. Then he whined as he felt her shift over top of him, and a hand pressed down between his legs. The buck felt strong fingers pressing against the leather of his pants, manipulating and digging until his balls were firmly in her grip.

Devalyn looked down at the buck, a feral grin spreading across her face. "Mmmm... such a cutie, I'm going to have some fun with you... are you going to be a good boy or do I need to start punishing you right away?"

He yelped as that steel grip gave a teasing squeeze and he nodded and cried out, "Yes, yes! Please.. don't hurt me!" The hand was still holding his neck, he could feel her claws, and he never felt so helpless or vulnerable in his life. The world seemed to shrink down to nothing but the places the dragoness was holding him by. His neck seemed to be made of paper, those claws ready to tear into it, and his balls never felt so delicate as they did now in the grip of a dragoness. There was nothing else in the world but those two savage hands, and his wide eyes, terrified of what was about to happen.

The dragoness hmmed, her fingers gripping his throat relaxing, one lifting to tap on his neck thoughtfully as her other hand down below began an almost unconscious fondling. "Hmmm... damn... those damn unicorns."

Johnes gulped, squirming as her grip changed, a bit of fear being replaced by confusion at the sudden mention of unicorns. She continued speaking as if he had replied.

"They spoiled me you know! So strong and tough and that healing magic of theirs. Sethea and I had SUCH fun with them did such terrible things to them and by the next day all the cuts and bruises were gone and we could do it again, no matter how hard we crushed and beat on poor guys!"

The buck whined through his nose as the grip on his neck tightened again, thoughts starting to come back to him, but it only made things worse as he began wondering exactly what this crazy dragoness was going to do to him.

"Never had such fun, but now I'm spoiled. Torturing you just isn't as enjoyable if I have to hold back so much." The dragoness sighed, wincing a little. "I may have gone a bit to far with the last pair we caught... kinda broke the male. Rissr was not pleased, not at all. My ass still hurts."

Johnes felt his fear subsiding, just a little as the dragoness talked. Talking was good. Talking wasn't torturing. Or crushing! "Ahh.. I..." he started and mmmmmmphed as a hand clamped over his muzzle. It took him a moment to realize his balls had been freed and he let out a sigh of relief into a silver palm, feeling his breath wash back over his nose.

Devalyn shushed down at the buck, "You speak when I allow it, slave. Now... what would be the most FUN way to put you in your place? Something that won't leave you crippled. Could just beat you. Plenty of toys to ass-rape you with but I do hate cleaning them. Maybe some pressure point torture?"

The buck panted into her hand as his neck was freed and he felt the dragoness slide it between his arm and his torso. He squirmed and thrashed as the sensation tickled him, and then fingers pressed up under his armpit and pinched! He screamed into the hand, feeling like a hot knife had stabbed him under his arm and slid right into his heart. "Arrrrrrrrggghnnnghmmmmmph!"

Devalyn smiled in satisfaction, "Oh such a cute scream. Yes, that will do... won't leave any marks you can see through your fur, and SO many nerve clusters to play with. I wonder which ones bucks are most vulnerable to. Devalyn would know."

He panted and gasped as the pain slowly, very slowly faded. Oh gods that hurt. He looked up with renewed fear, and caught the dragoness pouting down at him.

"I wish Sethea were here. It's always more fun with her golden butt around, she has the best ideas. All mine are hit harder, squeeze more, claw deeper! But she was the one who showed me the nerve pinches. She better get back here fast... but she's probably getting beaten up and raped by Rissa again. Still has to work off her debts. She got points in pretty, but lost them in smarts I tell you."

Still unable to speak, the buck simply nodded, hoping to encourage the dragoness to keep talking. How was he going to get out of this one? This was way worse than the time he got his hand stuck in that dumb cave trap last year, or even the bandits that chased him through those empty ruins the time before.

"I don't know what came over her. Challenging our commander over a dumb slave? It was a unicorn, and he really is handsome, for a fur. But such a sacrifice for him. I don't understand it. Why would she do that, no matter how much she liked him?"

"Mmmrmph?" replied the buck, eyes still wide and locked on the dragoness. He found it harder and harder to focus on her face, his male mind drawing his gaze downward before he forced it back up.

The dragoness didn't miss much, even as she was lost in her own thoughts. "Never saw a dragoness before, eh buck? How about a closer look."

He gasped as the hand moved from his nose, and shivered as hands gripped his horns. His head was suddenly out of control, his neck muscles straining helplessly as she simply positioned his head as she wished. He had no doubt she could snap his neck with ease as he found his gaze forcibly directed up the dragoness's short leather skirt. Then she shifted forward until his nose was pressed to her surprisingly soft flesh. He squirmed and struggled, inhaling her female scent, finding his pants suddenly uncomfortably tight as he got a good, close look at her.

Her silver scales were not actually scales he found, his nose brushing over her skin. Just patterns over soft hide. Her mons was nicely curved, lips just peeking out, clit showing her arousal. There was no fur, but it oddly turned him on, like a doe who had been shaved. Extra naked.

"Mmm, that's a good boy. Give your Mistress a lick."

Too scared to disobey, and if he had to admit, a little interested, he did as ordered, giving a slow, exploring lick. Surprisingly he found her taste rather agreeable. He had never gone down on a doe before, always finding the idea slightly weird, but having no choice this time he had to admit that deep down, he kinda liked it. It took him a moment to remember that he was in serious trouble, and tried to focus on thoughts of escape. But all he could see were silver thighs at his side, a pussy in front of him, and a leering dragoness face above. He gulped and licked again.

"Ahh... mmm... maybe there is something I'm missing, you know? We had fun torturing the others but she just fucked that stallion. Taught him to eat pussy real good too, she let me use him too, but wouldn't let me hurt the big oaf. I just don't see the attraction, but she seemed quite taken with him and that stallion just turned into the most submissive and loving slave I've seen in a long time."

"Mmmmph?" said the buck, his lips pressed to hers with a firm tug on his antlers. He continued to lick, squirming in discomfort as his erection grew, but trapped by his pants and partially folding in half as it was bent uncomfortably. Nrrrgh!

"Hmm? Maybe... maybe I should try it? I mean, I have a day or two before she gets here and will want to share you. Maybe I'll see what the big deal is with making a pet out of you."

A unicorn enjoying being made into a slave? Was she crazy? Unicorns were known for many things, but submitting to others wasn't one of them. Stuck up golden horned horses always considered themselves superior. He remembered her hands and her grip and decided that if anyone could make one kneel, it would be a dragon. He groaned as a heavy tail pressed into his crotch, making his partial erection even more painful.

Devalyn giggled, "Poor guy. Would you like to be set free?"

The buck blinked. Free? He nodded, rubbing his nose up and down dragoness pussy. "Yesmph pleasmph!" He then gasped as a hand reached back down and neatly undid his pants. He sighed in relief, then flushed in embarrassment as he realized she wasn't talking about his freedom, but his cock. Cold air rushed across his member as his leathers were opened and tugged at, then a warm hand wrapped around it and he groaned into the warm confines of the dragoness' crotch.

Devalyn nodded with a bright smile. "Yes... let's do this!" She abruptly lifted off of him and began grabbing at his clothes.

"Uhhhh..." he said, licking his lips, his nose still filled with her scent as his pants were tugged down and off. Then the rest of his clothes were stripped from him, and even the net was unwound from his antlers. In no time his clothes were in a pile and he was shivering, naked but for his fur. He didn't resist as his hands were tied and he was hauled up to his knees, watching the dragoness poke at his pile of belongings. He covered himself as best he could with his bound wrists, looking up with worry.

"First things first, tell me why you are here. Dragon hunting? Slave rescuing?"

He shook his head, this dragoness jumped from subject to subject so fast it made his head spin. He looked up at her with a worried expression, seeing her staring down at him intently, eyes flicking back and forth across his face, up and down his body, judging him. Was he seeing the famous dragon lying sense in action? He found himself curious but forced the academic side of him aside. He needed to survive now, study later.

"I.. ahh... I was looking for something."

"Don't be vague buck, I could still decide it would be more fun to torture it out of you..."

"NNn... no please... I was looking for a weapon. An ancient weapon."

The dragoness smirked at him, "I bet you had a map, didn't you?" She began looking through his pack.

He flushed. "Yes, yes I did! I know it sounds dumb but I've been tracking things down like this my whole life. There have been hints all over, but I finally found proof. Look.. we could just go..."

She pulled out the map and showed it to him, pointing at a marked spot, "Go here?"

He nodded, surprised she picked it out so quickly.

Devalyn giggled, "That's our camp."

He blinked, "Then... then have you seen the entrance? Is it there? Have you gone in?"

"Silly buck, there is no treasure."

"But..."

"We make these maps. Dragons do, ones good at forgery. We send them out with traders, showing abandoned dragon hordes, old magic, all kinds of things to lure furries right to us. Gets us all kinds of adventuresome types, and they make the best slaves you know. Plenty of spirit!" She peered at the map, "Old weapon? That's a new one though. Didn't know they picked our camp as a lure either."

Johnes just stared, a sinking feeling in his gut. "Fake? No... it can't be."

"Fraid so."

He shook his head. No. There had been too much information for dragons to plant it all. There had to be some mistake. But.. here she was, waiting for him. Could it be true? It couldn't ALL be wrong. He had found plenty of real sites, real artifacts in his studies. This one he had been SURE was real. Sure enough to come here. Sure enough to get caught. Fuck!

Devalyn awwed, "Don't be so sad. We get real smart types sometimes too, they sometimes even get to work in the big library getting to put books back in place. Think you're smart enough for that?"

He stiffened, "I'm a professor!"

Devalyn gave a wide feral grin, "No, you're a slave! Well, maybe a pet... lets see how being nice goes. But first, you need to be interrogated."

The buck shrank back at her toothy grin and turned his head too slowly to avoid her hand as it once again clamped over his nose, but this time she had palmed some sort of rubber ball with straps, forcing it into his mouth and strapping it in.

"Mrrrrrrmph!" he protested as he was hauled up and thrown over the dragoness shoulder, and erffed, bouncing on her shoulder as she almost trotted back the way they had came.

"Mrrrrffffuggggk!"

...

"Hrrrmoooopmh!"

Johnes grunted as he was tossed down on a pile of furs, glancing around wide eyed at the large tent. Bigger than anything he had ever used, but dragons were much taller and bulkier than most furs, even big ones like bulls.

He looked up at the dragoness looming over him, shivering nervously as he watched her begin to peel off her clothing. Gulping he averted his eyes as the silver hide was revealed. Not that much had been hidden by her previous outfit, he thought as he licked his lips, still smelling her scent on his nose.

The dragoness, now fully naked knelt down over the bucks legs, facing him, eyes burning with heated emotions as she regarded her prey.

"Hands behind your head, slave..." she said in a sultry growl.

He just gave a "Mmmph?" but did as he was told, lifting his bound hands over his head and behind his beck, using them as a pillow, brow worried over his impending interrogation. He hoped she believed him, as he had no intention of lying. Not naked and vulnerable as he was! She could do anything to him, anything at all!

Devalyn produced a heavy leather collar, complete with lock and d-rings on front and back, making the bucks eyes go wide, head shaking back and forth slowly.

"Oh, a slave must have a collar..." she sad and leaned forward to slip it around his fuzzy neck.

Johnes groaned, belly doing flip flops as he felt the stiff leather being wrapped around his neck, gulping again as it tightened and was buckled, and whining through the gag as he felt the lock click. "Nnnghh..." he said, unable to help staring at a set of silver breasts hanging over him, nipples perked and hard.

As the dragoness leaned back, he watched and felt her hand run down his chest and over his belly, getting a giggle out of her as his muscles twitched and he squirmed at the feel of her claws trailing through her fur. A "Mrrrrrgmp!" escaped through the gag as her fingers traced along his sheath, rubbing at the hiding cock within.

"Now... how did Devalyn do it.. oh yes... she made her little unicorn come out and play, like this..."

His eyes went even wider as she bent down and nuzzled at his belly, eyes looking up to watch him as she kissed and slid down. He moaned through the gag as hot breath blew over the opening of his sheath, then felt soft lips pressing against it. He arches his back and gasped loudly as a tongue slipped into his sheath and swirled around and around his limp cock, but only for a moment as it quickly began to stiffen. He struggled, trying to stay calm, but her lips pressed as she burred her snout against him, pushing the sheath down even as her tongue coaxed him up.

Huffing through the gag, Johnes struggles to keep his composure, but those eyes staring at him seemed to bore right into his soul, and the tongue and lips. Gods! He felt himself swelling in her mouth, that tongue curling around and around his shaft, lips tight around the base. It felt amazing, and he shuddered in the sheer pleasure of it. His hooves trembled and thudded against the soft furs under the pair, and he thought he would die from the pleasure.

Then it got even better, the dragoness sucking, cheeks pressing in against him and her head began to bob. "Huuuuuuuummmmmmmmph! Aaahhhhhmmrrrg!" The buck felt his hips thrusting up against his will, unable to stop himself as every inch of his shaft was caressed, suckled, licked and teased. Even his balls, that tongue sliding down to flick and taste.

His eyes crossed, then rolled up into his head as the dragoness hummmmmmmed over his shaft as she bobbed. His cock twitched and throbbed, balls pulling tight and he inhaled deep through his nose and... whined loudly as the dragoness opened her moth, letting his wet and needy cock bounce down against his belly before springing up again. "Nrrrrrrrrrghhh!"

"Want me to finish you, pet?" said the silver dragoness, giving the underside of his cock a teasing lick, setting it to swaying.

He nodded hard, "Yeeesmp!" His cock seemed to burn with need, that fast, hard rise and then the abrupt end sending his mind reeling. He shrank back as she reached for him, but gasped in relief as she pulled the gag from his mouth, chin wet from his drool.

"Why did you come here..." she said and licked again.

"Ahhh... the ma.. map."

"What were you looking for?" Her nose rubbed against his tip, making it throb again.

"Nrrrgh... magic. A... a land rune activation point, ahh."

She frowned, but her tongue flicked and lapped up a drop of pre, "You already know how to activate the anti-drake defensive runes on this side of the continent. Although many dragons don't really believe you have a keystone to activate them. Are you looking for a stone?"

He whined as her lips pulled back, showing teeth, head tilting as she slowly made it clear she was about to nip his hard erection. "Ahh... no... noooo... not that! A different one. Something else! Not trying to... hurt dragons.. something to help. A weapon."

Devalyn hmmmed and nuzzled up and down his length, licking again, kissing at the tip until he arched again, and stopped once more before he could finish. "A weapon for dragons? Not for furries to use against us?"

He squirmed and groaned at the licking, panting hard, "Ahhn... no.. no to fight the insects. You... ah... need help... they have to be stopped. Any cost."

She let out a soft giggle, "Even at the cost of risking... this?"

He shivered as her tail-tip slipped into the d-ring and gave a tug on his collar. "Nnnf... yes... even risking getting... enslaved..."

"Too bad there isn't anything here. Just old maps with lures drawn on them. Poor buck." Her mouth once again descended on him.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" was all he could say as that hot mouth engulfed him once more, bobbing and sucking. This time her tongue swirled harder, faster, making patterns and flickering motions faster than he could keep track of. His back arched once more, cock feeling like it was on fire and he let out a screaming cry, exploding, pulsing, spurting. Even the sound of her swallowing made him cum even harder. He had received oral sex before, but it was a reluctant thing, he hadn't quite enjoyed it, unable to just let himself go. This time he didn't hold back, not even a little as he bucked his hips against her muzzle, only stopping as he slumped and throbbed in her warm mouth. "Uhhhhhhh....."

"Mmmmm... that's a good boy. Now... Boll really seemed to love serving his golden Mistress. And I am VERY ready to be served!"

Still recovering, the buck nnnnfed as he watched her crawl forward, then settle herself onto his chest. Once more his world was filled with silver thighs to either side, and a pink tinted pussy against his nose. He looked up, not even able to see her face behind the rounded breasts.

"Lick me, pet... show me how much you love your nice, kind Mistress."

He thought a nice, kind mistress wouldn't enslave someone against their will, but he was in no condition, or position to argue. He did as he was told, nuzzling and running his tongue up and down her very hot, and very wet lips. Mrrrmph!

Fingers played with the bucks horns as she leaned down to get a better look at his handiwork, shivering at the tongues of his tongue. "Ahh... not bad... but lick harder.. deeper... really work it. I like it rough..."

He did his best, pressing with his tongue, slipping in as deep as he could manage, huffing and panting as he still occasionally throbbed from the intense orgasm. Damn she was GOOD at that... he never imagined anything could feel so intense. This unicorn she mentioned, the one her friend apparently made a pet out of. If they did this to him, he wasn't surprised that he might have accepted his fate. It was one hell of an argument! If they could break a unicorn, what chance did he have?

He licked and kissed, not minding too much... there was something erotic about the feel of that smooth hide against his nose, something missing from doing this to a doe and all her fur. In another place, if they had met elsewhere, maybe he COULD have fallen for her. He slurped and worked on her clit, tongue flicking over it, mind racing as he recovered his wits after the orgasm blasted all the lust and desires away. A guy didn't really have a lot of erotic thoughts RIGHT after, and he now felt more clear headed than since she first pounced on him.

He nosed at her, hearing her moan and praise him, and her words suddenly flashed through his mind like a thunderbolt. He gasped and stopped, pulling back, "The map! It... mrrrpmh!" Hands on his antlers pressed his nose back into her ground, cutting off his words.

He mrrrpmped and struggled, and finally felt his nose pulled back enough to talk, lips brushing another set as he asked, "You said it was an old map?"

Devalyn regarded the buck for a moment, then gave his balls a love-tap with the end of her tail, "You will call me Mistress when speaking sla... hmm... pet."

He jerked and groaned as he was swatted, knees pulling up and hrrnged. "Ahh... sorry Mistress... sorry... but... but... bu-mmrmph!" He was pushed forward again, and unable to do anything else, licked.

"MMMm... I don't know how Devalyn managed. So much easier just to beat a slave into submission. There has to be SOMETHING that would make her take such punishment from out commander, over a mere slave. You are going to show me!" She let out a deep sigh, "Fine, the dumb map. Devalyn talked to Boll a lot about dumb shit. What about the map?"

He squirmed under her, "You said.. you added things to an old map? What.. what did you add, uh, Mistress?" He paused, and then started licking again, looking up hopefully.

With pursed lips Devalyn leaned over to drag his pack closer, pulling out the map. She held it up against her silver belly, right in front of the bucks eyes and pointed at the spot marking her camp. "Gold, treasure, magic. All that stuff that gets greedy furs out here."

He leaned in closer, nose pressing against the dragoness clit again, tongue flicking and licking. "MMmhmm...ahhh.. mmmph" he said as his eyes followed her claw and he examined the map again. He mmmmphed loudly in excitement, "Ahh... mrmph... it's still here! You added the camp but the stone markers, all three still marked this spot, just, over there a bit."

Devalyn squirmed a bit herself, panting at the licking, even as she was annoyed at the talking. "There must be a hundred of those stupid stone markers. Travel paths."

He licked and slurped and tried to shake his head, but it was trapped between her powerful thighs. "Nrrg... no... not all. Some are older, much older... they look the same on THIS map but I've seen those on others, just not the exact locations. It's here, it's got to be!" Eyes bright he stuck his tongue in deep as he stared, swirling it around and around in his excitement.

"Ffff...for fucks... sake..." said Devalyn as she arched her back, a hand going to a breast to squeeze it, pinching the nipple and finally howling out over the prone buck.

He mrrrmphed again as his wet nose got even wetter as the dragoness came, a hand grabbing his antlers and ramming his nose in hard once more. The map fell over his eyes as he felt her jerking and yelling over him, then heavy pants and growls before the map was lifted, and he was face to face with an apparently VERY flexible, and pleased dragoness. Merp?

Devalyn hrmphed and panted, "That wasn't.. bad, pet. Maybe there IS something to this after all." She looked down at him, then reached up to free his wrists, pulling his hands to her tits. "Now... Boll loved doing things with Devalyn. What would my little buck like to do now?"

"Go see the center stone, Mistress!"

Devalyn stared, pushing his hands against her breasts again, "Stones? THAT is what you want to do?"

"Uhmmm..." he said, and gave her breasts a gentle squeeze, then a harder one as he saw her frown deepen. He dug his fingers in a bit, and at least got a small moan out of her.

"This is stupid. Devalyn is stupid. Fine, fine. Lets look at stupid stones. THEN will you worship me?"

"Ahhh... s... sure?" he said, wincing a bit as even he could tell that sounded insincere.

The dragoness didn't seem to care, and stood up, gathering her clothes.

Johnes pushed himself to his knees, then began to rise and let out a cry as his muzzle was given a swift smack, sending him sprawling back down.

"Slaves don't stand unless given permission. Neither do pets. Might as well get some use out of his trip and train you during it."

He rubbed his face, and whined as she clipped a leash to his collar.

"You crawl until given permission, is that clear?"

He jerked as the leash tugged on his collar and he nodded, flushing in humiliation. For a moment he had forgotten where he was, in a dragonesses tent, her slave. Naked.

"One more thing," said the dragoness with a smirk, pulling him back to his knees. She crouched down, almost laying down and once more pressed her nose into his furry groin.

"Ahhhhhh...." he cried out, tongue slipping in again, and when she pulled her lips back, he once more had a throbbing erection. He swayed back and forth, feeling his belly tingle. Fuck, how is she so GOOD at that? He yelped as something tight was shoved down his cock and he stared at a black band around the base of his cock, squeezing tightly. "Ahh... mmm... mistress?"

"Relax, it's just a cock ring to keep you hard. I like how they move when you crawl. Now, lets find the dumb stone."

The buck jerked forward as he was pulled out of the tent, his pack slung over one of the dragonesses shoulders. He stared at a very large war horse he hadn't noticed earlier, the thing was eerily quiet, head following the two of them. Then there was little time to sight see as he tried to keep up on his hands and knees, cock flopping about uncomfortably. He whined, but followed.

...

What looks like a short trip on a map was much longer on ones hands and knees, Johnes thought as he crawled along behind the silver dragoness. She was back in her leathers, not that they covered a lot, and certainly not from this angle. He couldn't help glancing up at her butt, and blushed as her head snapped back to catch him looking. He gulped and looked down at the dirt in embarrassment. Whey the fuck did dragons dragons have to be so damn hot?

"Do you adore me yet?"

He sighed and shook his head, "Sorry Mistress."

"Hrmph. Bolt was all over Devalyn almost from the start. When I beat a slave, or torture one, or simply force them to bend to my will they do what I want FAST. This is taking too long."

"You... you can't just make someone adore or worship you, Mistress."

"I can make them do anything I want!" She stopped and turned, standing right in front of the buck, sliding a foot forward, her tail lifting in a familiar pre-spank position. "Kiss it!"

The buck made a face but lowered his head and gave the top of the silver foot a kiss, and a lick for good measure. This wasn't the first 'lesson' she had given him on this trip.

Devalyn smirked, turning to resume her walk. "See? Even furs that resist don't for long. They say I'll never kneel to you! Then you kick them in the balls and they drop right down!"

"But... there is a difference between forcing someone to do things, and making them want to."

"If I told you I was going to beat your ass and chew off your antlers unless you kissed my foot again, and then held my foot too far for you to reach, would you WANT to kiss it? Want to badly?" She paused, and smacked him firmly in the ass.

He yelped and frowned and shook his head, "Sorry Mistress. Not the same, Mistress."

She sighed, "You are a slave. Slaves serve their Masters and Mistresses. It's your place. If you fight your calling, you will never find your place."

"But I'm not a slave, I'm a professor. I was meant to learn and teach." The pause was shorter this time before he added, "Mistress."

"You WERE. But now you are here, and HERE your place is my slave, or pet. Fighting it just shows you are still insane, and by pain or pleasure, I'll break you of it. I usually do pain... it's such fun..." she said and swished her tail, stomping through the mossy forest.

He shook his head again, and continued to crawl forward. Dragons thought HE was crazy? They needed to look in the mirror. He winced a bit as he continued to move, his still hard cock swinging between his legs, slapping his belly, making him feel embarrassed and vulnerable and somehow, a bit aroused. Maybe he was insane. He had to have something wrong with him for coming here in the first place.

"Mmm, is that thing it?" said a voice above him.

He glanced up from the moss and gave a quick, excited nod, stretching as high as he could get on his hands and knees to peer over the ferns with excitement. "Yes, yes that's it! Right where it should be!" He grunted at another spank, "Ow! Mistress! Sorry! Mmm... may I stand? Please? I need to look closer."

She answered with a shrug and then a nod, moving to examine the stone marker herself, walking around it slowly.

He nearly jumped to his hooves to run to it. He looked it up and down, nodding and hmming, running his hands over the carvings.

"Just a waypoint marker like all the other ones" said the dragoness, poking at the rock with disinterest. "There are plenty of signs and directions back at the camp you can look at."

"Yes, yes, but I'm really interested in what's underneath it. It has to have been built on an older stone marker, this is not on a path, no reason for it to be here." He gave a squeal, a hand having wrapped around his cock with a tight squeeze. He squeaked out, "Mistress!"

He swayed a bit as the hand loosened and began to stroke. A good hour of being stuck with an erection had made him somewhat sensitive and he huffed and snorted. With a struggle he got back down on his knees, brushing away at the dirt, and blushing as the hand followed. "Ufff..."

"So just what does this thing under here do, pet?"

"Uhnn.. don't know, yet. But we know so little about the western lands. They were abandoned so long, Mistress."

"There was a plague, nobody came back. Simple," said the dragoness, not seeing the fascination with such old things. The past was the past.

"Yes, yes, but still, that was a long time, back before the insect wars, it should have been resettled but you dragons never let anything through your lands to get to it."

She shrugged, "I'm no historian. I'm a warrior. It was a bad place, we avoided it, then had to let you come here or watch you all die. Whatever bad was here is gone now."

He snorted, "You enslaved our leaders and robbed us blind before letting us cross through your territory with nothing but the fur on our backs."

"Only after YOU lost the eastern lands to the insects. Remember who fought and died giving you the time to evacuate. Fighting... and dying is OUR place, so we didn't deny you passage. But we were not going to follow you anymore either. I'm not a historian but I know my war history."

The buck looked away. It wasn't exactly a time most furs were proud of. There was a lot of corruption, and the dragons did weed it out. Anyone who had royal blood in their veins never made it to the other side. Princesses and Kings and Queens found themselves stripped of their crowns, clothes and freedom, turned into common slaves. It must have been terrible, but he had to admit, possibly deserved. But it certainly wasn't a long term solution. The rulers back then were not corrupt because of their blood, but long, unchecked power.

He shook his head, "That's all in the past, Mistress."

"Yet still we fight, and you come here to help us, if reluctantly. Furries should be lined up at our borders, begging for a chance to serve us. Those that do, are well rewarded" she said with another teasing squeeze.

He nodded, still digging around the base of the stone, trying to ignore her words, and the hand between his legs. The words were easier to ignore, she clearly had much more practice using her hand than her mouth. Then he blushed at memories of last night, deciding that wasn't ENTIRELY accurate.

"If you submit, if you are good, maybe I can get you a nice job in a library. The always need slaves who don't damage the books and can read."

He snorted again, "I probably WROTE some of the books in your libraries! OW! Mistress!"

"Well Boll was really happy when Devalyn got him a spot in that fancy whorehouse. Even got him assigned to all female duty. They were going to send him to be a public whore at first, dumb and stupid but with a hot body, it would have been a perfect spot for him."

Johnes shook his head, no wonder that unicorn was so grateful. The poor thing wasn't happy to be a slave, he was just happy to have been saved from an even worse fate. He was probably still sad and afraid, but this dragoness was too blind to see it, of that he was sure. A mere book returner? Him? It was better than being a.. public whore. He shuddered at the thought and the slim number of bad choices awaiting him.

"Boring. This is boring. How long is this going to take?" Her hand got more insistent, her attention moving away from the rock and to something else almost as hard.

He grunted and squirmed. Longer if she kept playing with his dick! "I have to see what's under it, and that's going to require finding how it's secured, then figuring out a way to release it and carefully lower it down. I don't have the equipment, but you had ropes and we could construct a..."

Devalyn stood up as he talked, eyeing the stone before stepping back, and launching herself at it!

There was no way he couldn't be impressed as the dragoness instantly went from a calm, crouching to a near blur, her muscles defined like the had been outlined in dark paint, her shoulder slamming into the stone with what had to have been a bone crushing impact, but the loud crack he heard came from further down, at the base.

"Ahhhh!" he cried in horror, imagining whatever stones were below the base shattering and crushing, destroying any writing. Maybe even a trove of tablets, pulverized. His heart nearly stopped at the thought of such loss, and only the fear of what she would do to him stopped him from the word he knew would be a very bad idea to say to her. No. All he could do was stammer, struggling to find the words that would make her listen.

The dragoness hit the stone again, and again, and with each impact it tilted more, until she moved away far enough to get a running start and ran at it, leaping into the air, twisting to land both feet high on the stone.

He was sure she was going to hit the top and fall crashing to the ground, but she must have judged the condition better than him, as the impact caused the stone to shudder, then topple over, the dragoness grabbing the top with a hand to ride it to the ground, landing on top as it slammed into the earth, twigs and dirt flying up from the base to land with patters all around him.

"Huff. There. Now you can look, and then you can begin worshiping me."

Creeping forward with trepidation he forced himself to go slowly, making sure not to put his hands or knees down on anything that might be completely destroyed. His eyes widened as he finally got a look underneath. There had been stones there, yes, a heavy one that the monument had been built on. Old, very old, in a style he was familiar with. One used from everything to seal old crypts, dangerous caves, treacherous paths. The old sign of danger. The stone had been pried up, revealing another, very familiar object.

The dragoness peered down, standing over him and letting out a hmmmmm. "Is that a rune? Part of the anti-flight network you dumbasses kept active in the old lands? We would have made short work of the insects at the start if our drakes were able to fly."

He didn't have the attention to spare to argue with her as he looked down, seeing a portion of what he knew was a large circle, made up of a hundred sections cut from various stone, separated by metal. Steel, iron, silver, and gold bands separated and held the stones together in a complex pattern.

"No... that's not a flight rune. It's different."

"What is it then?" asked the dragoness, looking down with a worried expression. She clearly didn't like what she was looking at, the patterns disturbing enough she forgot to correct his forgotten 'Mistress'.

"I'm not sure... but it's been broken. There are pieces missing, you can see the edge here should continue the design but the stone is gone, the metal pried out" he said, head twisting as he leaned this way and that trying to read the circular script.

"It's bigger than the others. I think, the center used to look like the other runes. But the outer design, that's new, yes, oh yes, this has been seen before. Many of the runes back in the lost lands showed signs that there used to be an outer ring that had been removed. This still has it, or most of it. It was theorized they were additional controls, maybe ways of modifying the anti flight effects. Perhaps even allow some types of flight."

Devalyn looked back at her shoulders and huffed, "I don't have useless wings, I'm a warrior, but if this could let me fly..."

"It won't let you do anything I'm afraid, it's wrecked. But it certainly proves that there were ways of modifying the runs effects. All we can do now is turn them on and wait for them to run down. This..." he stopped as he leaned in closer. There were writings on the metal that had been inlaid among the stones, writing on the sides that were hidden in intact runes. Nobody was willing to dismantle one to see how they worked for fear of breaking the entire network."

"What?"

"There are writings on the metal. I just can't read them, they are older than the flight runes, part of the original construction. But that means the outer design isn't added on, but was there first, and removed later from the others."

He looked closer, scanning the bits of metal he could find, and froze. "Oh. Oh no. This has nothing to do with modifying flying. No, that can't be..." he said, trailing off, visibly shivering.

She stared at him, and gave a light nudge to his side with a foot, "Spit it out, boy."

"I know that one" he said with a shiver. "Death. And that one, Kill."

The dragoness didn't react with fear, but with sudden, keen interest. "Kill? It's a weapon? How does it work?"

This time the word did come out, "NO! You don't understand!"

The dragoness let our a growl, crouching down. "Tell me EVERYTHING. Now."

He gulped as those eyes stared into his. "Ahh.. I... I mean... don't you understand? We just talked about it. This is old, from back when the eastern lands were abandoned. When the plague happened. It wasn't a plague. It the rune network. It was meant to kill. That's why everyone died. That's why nobody ever came back here, anyone who tried to come here died. Who knows how long the effect lasted. Generations at least, and then when it faded it hurt people, made them sick. By the time it was gone, it was just cursed lands. Until we came back, fleeing from the insect invasion."

That was enough to give even the hot headed dragoness pause, "Why would anyone build such a thing? Mass suicide?"

"It killed more than the people here. It killed the animals too. The land still hasn't fully recovered. It killed everyone, animals... and..."

"And what?"

"I don't think it was suicide, Mistress. I think... I think it was a weapon. A weapon of last resort, meant to kill something too dangerous to allow loose."

"The insects?" she asked, looking back at the broken rune even more intently.

"I don't know. But I somehow doubt there are TWO world ending threats running around. It seems likely this was a last ditch effort to eradicate them. But why here? Were they retreating from these lands just as we had done, was this where they made their last stand?"

"Then their stand failed, and their sacrifice failed too" said Devalyn with a snort. She then put on a thoughtful expression, "This is important information after all, if it deals with the war, and weapons, even failed ones. New discoveries are rare and far between, and there will be much interest. Good boy, lets get back to camp to celebrate, then I'll bring you in."

He erked as his leash was tugged, "But... we only just uncovered it, the rest needs excavated, studied, examined, we should take charcoal rubbings, notes..."

"No, that will be for others to do. It's now too dangerous to let you poke at, there are dragons who would know how to make use of what you found."

"It's not dangerous, it's broken, smashed. Likely the whole 'death' network is, Mistress." He then realized what she had said. "Use it? USE IT? Are you crazy? Who would want to do such a thing?"

She shrugged again, "If a weapon exists, it will be used. That is the way of the world. It's best to let those who are experienced in such things take over now. But I do not imagine there is any threat. It's old magic, far beyond our ability to understand or fix. Much like our home and lairs, those wonderful homes in the capital are wondrous, but nobody alive can do more than maintain them. Once they break, they are gone forever."

The professor wasn't mollified by her words. Perhaps this was broken beyond repair, but it had always been assumed the rune network that prevented large flying creatures from ruling the skies was a one-time effort. That was clearly an incorrect assumption, and if there was one control node, there very well could be more. What else could they do? He shuddered.

It was a long crawl back to her camp, his thoughts heavy, but the dragoness once more forced him to obey her, his thoughts turning to her desires as easily as his body.

"You should be happy, boy," she said as her hands roamed his fur, enjoying how she could make him shiver or whine, whimper or groan with a touch. "You will certainly be interrogated by very high ranking dragon scholars. Just the kind of dragons who could give you a research assignment. Better than a librarians assistant. I should teach you proper manners. How to kneel, lick toes, grovel and submit to one so much higher than yourself. They won't be as lenient as I am."

He found that hard to believe, but then shuddered, not wanting to imagine a more strict dragon than his captor. he watched her paw through his belongings, pulling out the two flasks of expensive wine.

"Well then, I suppose a drink is in order. My partner likes this sort of thing more than I," she said as she uncorked one small flask and sniffed at it dubiously. She then pressed it to her lips and took a small sip, making a face. "A good ale is far better than this shit," she said, corking it once more and turning back to the buck with a feral grin.

He squirmed under her gaze, gasping as her hands roamed over him, pushing him down onto his back and straddling his chest. Her knees kept his arms pinned as she leaned forward, the line of her kilt sliding over his chest, then face, and soon there was nothing but the inside of her kilt, powerful thighs and no hint of any underwear. Hands held his branch-like horns, his head forced to stare upward and forward as she settled down.

"Mrrrrrmph!" he said as his lips were pressed to hers, legs closing over his head, the world gone but for the smell, feel and taste of dragoness. He didn't need to be ordered as he started to lick, gasping as he felt a hand cupping his sex, feeling her body shift and turn to reach. He groaned, working as best he could, those fingers working him harder, closer. All the days pent up sexual desire now making his head swim, his cock ache.

He was so close as he moaned and nuzzled and licked, and then the hand eased off and he whined, licking harder, trying to hump at the relaxed hand. he struggled, gasping, and then wheezing as the weight increased on his chest. Within moments he felt all the air forced from him, struggling to breathe under her weight. He tugged at his hands, trapped by her legs, but couldn't move, only his legs kicking, hooves thudding against the floor. He heaved, pushing and struggling in a panic, not understanding why she was smothering him.

With a heroic effort he managed to push the dragoness enough to gasp in a shallow breath, and then shove her to the side to land with a heavy thud beside him. Even in his half-suffocated state he felt a spike of fear at what he had done, cringing at the expected punishment, fearing where those hands would go, and what they would do.

But no blows landed, no hands grabbed him. In face, she was making similar sounds to his own labored breathing. With alarm he shook the cobwebs from his head and moved closer.

Devalyn was staring up at the top of the tend, eyes wide in a mix of fear and anger, her breath coming in gasps. "You... what... did.." she managed, before her body visibly slumped, eyes half lidded closed, but still watching him.

"Oh shit. Oh fuck" he said, not understanding what was happening. Something in his subconscious made him look to the other side at his pack, the two small flasks of wine suddenly giving him a sinking feeling in his stomach. "Oh no... Mistress... I didn't..." he said, backing away, not fearing punishment now, but a lethal killing blow. If she thought he had done this to her on purpose, she was going to kill him!

Her eyes were locked on his moving form, but at his words the anger and rage faded, replaced with concern, worry, and a helplessness. Her hand twitched, tail trembled, but she made no other move.

Johnes knew she believed him. That dragon ability to spot the truth, and his fear lessened, no longer worried she was going to lash out and murder him, not that he thought she could anymore, she clearly couldn't move. He turned his head to the tent flap, not even secured from their rushed entrance. If he was going to escape, now would be the time. It wasn't even just his life at stake now, he had important news. He had a duty to get it back to the furry researchers. Who knew how long she would be out, he needed a head start. Didn't that fur that gave him the wine tell him of a safe place he could go?

He froze at that thought. The wine. Bad wine. Or poisoned? And if it was, who would be waiting at that house? Rescuers, ones with weapons who could fight off a drugged dragoness? Or kill her? That would be a dangerous act, one that would be more dangerous if there were, witnesses.

He struggled with his thoughts, looking back at the half naked dragoness. Stay, or escape. Both could get him killed. He couldn't decide, eyes closed in frustration before he realized something had changed. It was quiet, very quiet. His eyes opened, expecting to see her moving with stealthy grace, claws reaching for him. But she was still there. Very still. His eyes widened as it finally dawned on him she wasn't breathing. "Damnit!" he swore and moved over to her. Her eyes still tracked him, but slowly, lids drooping.

He didn't have a choice now. Leaving her would be murder, and he was no killer. Letting her die would be the same as putting a knife into her heart, and he wasn't going to let even a crazy dragon bitch die. A life was a life. His first move was to put his head to her chest, sighing with relief at the sound of her heart beating. Whatever had paralyzed her hadn't gotten that far yet. But she needed air if she was going to continue fighting. He moved over her, turning his head sideways to 'kiss' the dragoness. Her muzzle was bigger than a bucks, and her lips went much further back making it impossible to get a good seal.

His first breath simply blew out her cheeks, his hands moving to hold her jaws, pressing her lips together as he tried again, getting a puff of air out her nostrils. Dammit, he needed more hands. He struggled to force air into her lungs, but no matter what he did it just blew out her mouth or nose. He cried out in frustration, lifting up and seeing her eyes almost fully closed now. "Damnit, help me!" he swore at her, trying to shake her shoulders.

The dragoness opened her eyes a crack wider at the shaking, looking blearily up before beginning to close them once more.

He shook her harder, encouraged by the reaction. "Come on, wake up, dammit!" He grunted with the effort as she shook her, watching her eye spry open but then slide shut as soon as he eased up on. He couldn't keep shaking her all night, and he bit his lip as he whimpered, "Please, please understand..." as his hand drew back and delivered a firm, hard slap to the side of her face.

The buck cried out in terror as the dragoness heaved under him, gasping in a deep breath, her chest arching and nearly throwing him off before she collapsed again, the air rushing out of her in a long sigh. Her eyes had widened, but were now closing again. He lifted her chin and face with a hand, and slapped her again, once more getting a shallow breath, much less than the first time. Waiting before trying again he got a stronger reaction, and with slow experimentation found a slow rhythm that got slow, but steady breaths out of the dragoness.

Panting, he talked softly to her, "Come on.. wake up... my hands are hurting, just talk to me, OK? Please?"

The dragoness never made any sound other than the gasping and slowly wheezing, but her eyes occasionally cleared, and while he couldn't be sure, he thought there was no anger there. His hope began to wane as his arm tired, and the breaths slowly began to get shallower. The pain seemed to be reviving her, but the drug was slowly winning, or he was tiring. Or her body was getting used to the slaps, and taking a break to hear her heart it sounded weaker.

He bit his lip again, but made his mind up quickly as he turned, raised his hand, and gave one of those silver breasts a hard, resounding smack!

The dragoness gave another arch and strong gasp, just like the first slap to her face, her eyes opening wide, and this time there was some anger there, then fading as she slumped back, visibly struggling to stay conscious.

"Oh fuck me" he said, but again had no choice as he slapped the other one. When his next blow stuck her face she didn't breathe in as deeply as the first time, but it was much better than before. His hands moved over her body now, giving her flesh and nerves time to recover before going back. Face, breasts, stomach, thighs. It still wasn't enough, she still continued to slip into unconsciousness, and with desperation, delivered a hard smack between her legs, hand slapping down over those lips he had so recently been licking.

The reaction was much stronger to THAT blow, the dragoness making a loud grunting noise, toes curling, managing a full deep breath and powerful exhale, but then slumping back down, still and unmoving. But the addition of her sensitive nethers was enough to keep her stable now, alternating hits from snout to crotch the buck kept her stable, even as he tired. He didn't know how long he could keep it up, didn't know how long she needed to fight it off, but knew he had to keep at it. His hand hurt, aching, burning but he didn't dare stop, even as his arms tired.

"Damnit, bitch!" he swore as he delivered a smack between her legs, frustrated, desperate. "Why won't you..." he started and screamed as a hand clamped around his neck.

He was yanked around, the world spinning as he was lifted clean off the ground, staring into the face of a furious, golden dragoness. His mouth opened wide, but no words came out as that hand crushed his neck, and his world was filled with a roar.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HER!" roared a golden dragoness, her sharp teeth flashing in front of the terrified buck's eyes. Sethea's hand squeezed harder, her golden hand not stopped by the leather collar, easily crushing both.

The poor buck couldn't say a word, couldn't breathe, the pressure on his neck increasing until he was flung hard to the side, tossed away like a doll. He saw the approaching ground with relief, happy to accept that over the deadly choking, but he never felt his body hit the dirt as a golden tail swept around at his head, filling his vision a split second before the blow turned his vision into a mass of stars, and then darkness.