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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 92 - Trauma

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!

_ SPOILER WARNING :_ If you are new to the story, this chapter contains plot and character development spoilers for the over all story. This is an ongoing story, and this chapter assumes you know the story and characters.

Fates of the Unicorns is the cover and a good place to start for new readers.

Bloodsuckers - Read Fensha's backstory here!

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"So. Show me this unicorn of yours, Rahmor," said Fensha, swishing her dark purple tail behind her, making sure to let it run along the deep blue of the male standing beside her.

"Don't we have more preparations to double check for the exercises? I'm on a tight schedule as you know." Rahmor stared out over the empty valley, wishing he could take Tahet and fly out to the front line fortress and kill something that badly needed killing. He wasn't interested in showing off to dragons that likely wouldn't see action anytime soon, or watching them drill.

Fensha made a dismissive wave of her hand, "Yes, yes, you can't waste any more of your precious time with stupid drake and pony shows, but that's all scheduled for tomorrow and there is little more we can do tonight. It will take your mind off your horrible assignment, at least."

"Finishing quicker will take my mind off it even better," he retorted.

"Oh come on, I want to see her. I only got a glimpse when you landed. I hear my troops had an encounter, only fair I get one too."

Rahmor straightened, "They better not have..."

"No, no, they didn't touch her. They know better, as fascinated with your drake as they are."

Rahmor harumped. "Why don't you want to see my drake then? What's so special about my unicorn?"

"I've seen battle drakes before. Yours is especially impressive, but your unicorn. She was taken. By one of those, things, wasn't she."

Rahmor growled, "She was cleared, she's not infected. No trace of hive toxins or control left."

"I'm not accusing her of anything. I just want to... talk to her." She made a stretching motion, rubbing at her neck, her finger moving over a red discoloration on her neck. "Let me have some time with her, and I'll tell you how I got these."

Rahmor cocked an eyeridge at her, looking down to stare at the spot. He had been curious, seeing the spots that clearly were old wounds of some sort. He likely could find out, but it would involve favors and pulling old records. Not as fun as hearing a good war-story from the source. He wasn't sure why he resisted in the first place, as showing off one of his prize slaves to a healthy fighting female normally would get his blood pumping. He truly WAS grumpy about this mission. Perhaps he did need some distractions.

"Fine... but it better be a good story."

...

Chakal knew her Master was returning by Tahet's sudden change of behavior, his head snapping up and staring with focused intensity. "Easy Tahet..." she murmured, stroking his neck. He had recently fed, his stomach mildly bloated from the cow, and she had just finished cleaning the blood from his face and harness. She got to her knees alongside one of his feet, both because that was expected of her, and also as a signal to Tahet to remain calm and in place too.

"Everything as it should be, slave?" asked Rahmor, looking from the kneeling unicorn to his drake, judging the attitudes and condition of both.

"Yes Master. Tahet has been very well behaved." She glanced up, seeing the same purple dragoness that had met him earlier, this time standing respectfully behind Rahmor. Smart. It was never wise to get between a rider and his drake.

Tahet watched BLUE with interest, and then snorted. There was no look of BLOOD in his eyes. He yawned and settled his head down, his stomach gurgling. He didn't want to fight now anyway. He licked his lips, snorting again as he failed to taste the blood of his prey. Silly small things always threw water on him, washing away the best scents. Dumb things.

"Chakal, how is Tahet's attitude? Can he do without you for a time?"

"Uhm, yes Master. He just ate, he will be sleeping if nobody disturbs him."

Fensha gave a little clap, "Wonderful, then she can come with us then. Come along, girl, we won't take you too far from your charge."

Chakal looked from the dragoness to her Master, who gave a nod, pulling a leash from his belt. Her head lifted, exposing the d-ring on her collar and felt the familiar snap of the leash. An upward tug brought her to her hooves, her hands automatically going behind her back, her head tilted down, but not so far that her horn was aimed at either of the dragons.

"Such a well trained slave you have, Rahmor. I heard unicorns get very uppity and are a pain in the ass to keep in their place and can be trouble."

"A firm hand in the beginning is enough to suppress most rebellion. I simply make an example of one of them, and the rest quickly learned the error of their ways. This one in particular has never given me any attitude either, she's a good girl."

Her body jumped and she let out a high pitched whinny as Rahmor's tailtip whipped up to smack her in the ass. Being a good girl, she made a point not to complain and simply said, "Yes, Master."

Fensha giggled, leading them into one of the buildings settled against the rocky mountain walls that formed part of the fortress, the guards opening the door for her.

The two dragons and the unicorn climbed winding steps, passing more doors until they entered into a cozy chamber. A fire burned in one corner, a bed took up the other, and a wall with heavy steel shutters provided a view of the land beyond.

"Not as nice as YOUR quarters of course, but I do have my little luxuries," said the dragoness as she sprawled across the bed, patting the edge and turning to look at the unicorn. "Come."

Chakal gulped, watching Rahmor settle down on the side of the bed as well, laying the leash in the hands of the dragoness. "Yes Sir..." she said meekly and walked over to the edge of the bed, standing there with a soft tremble.

"You were attacked by insects too, weren't you? They went inside you, here..." said Fensha, lifting a hand to run a talon along Chakal's furry mound, tracing an oval around her sex.

Chakal shivered and did her best not to close her legs, her hands making fists behind her back. "Ahh... y... yes Sir..." she said.

"So did your Master. But he doesn't have the same equipment we do, it wasn't the same."

Chakal didn't know what to say to that, so just nodded, glancing at her Master who was watching the two of them with interest.

"How did it feel, when it went inside you?"

Chakal let out a soft moan and shuddered, "I... I don't remember much. It... it did things to me... I lost my memories when I healed."

"Mmmm... I see. But how did it make you FEEL? To be invaded, to be violated. Were you afraid? Angry?"

Chakal shook her head ad she whined, feeling her sex being spread, parted by those fingers, feeling the eyes on her. Fragments of memories emerged, for just a moment and she quivered as her eyes lost focus, "Terrified... such, vast, emptiness..." she whispered. Then her eyes cleared and she shook her head again, "Uhm.. I... I don't know. I don't remember."

"She has moments where she remembers bits and pieces. She's still interrogated now and then by specialists, but she hasn't remembered anything new since her first tries."

Fensha nodded, then pulled down the neck of her uniform, showing several small bruises to the unicorn, and Rahmor. "They were all over my body. Drinking my blood, feeding, eating into me. Little things. With sharp teeth and probing tongues, eating and digesting tiny bits of my flesh as they chewed."

Rahmor leaned in, looking closer at the wounds, "I've never seen bites like that before, some are round like bruises, others long and jagged."

"The bruises are where I burned them off, the rest were either cut off, or ones that got to feed for an extended time. I only saw them the once, they seem rare, nobody else has been attacked by them. Their venom didn't paralize, just numb so I couldn't feel them at first." She tugged her shirt further, exposing more of the bites, and a firm breast, the nipple hard.

Chakal listened as the dragoness began to explain how she had been a young scout when she encountered the hive bred slugs. The dragoness slowly stripping, pointing out marks, ones she burned off, ones she cut off. Each mark was unique, and she led Rahmor's eyes down her chest, her belly, her legs. Chakal watched the dragoness finish showing off her body, and flinched as the hand once more reached for her. The blushing unicorn moaned as her lips were toyed with again, parted once more, examined.

"I know the thing that was in you had suckers, barbs, used to pull itself in. I don't see any marks."

Chakal quivered and ngghed softly, "Unicorns heal without scars... Sir."

"Even from this?"

"Yes Sir... ahhh..."

"Then what happened?" asked Rahmor, now much closer to the dragoness, watching her.

"A breeder attacked me. Knocked me down, pinned me under it." She arched her neck, running her talons along the scars and marks. "Bit me, held me by the throat as we fought."

Chakal felt her eyes lock with the dragoness, mesmerized by the story. She never had a chance to fight hers, stab it with her horn, stomp with a hoof. She listened as the dragoness described using her sword to stab a weak spot, and even knowing that she survived, still rooted for her, wondering what it felt like to stab one of the foul things. She shuddered hoping she never found out even as some part of her wanted revenge for what they did to her. She gasped as a thumb talon pressed to her throat.

"Insect venom is painful, and potent... I didn't have long to fight, feeling it's poison injected into my neck, weakening me, paralyzing my body. It was choking me, those pincers were so strong, squeezing as it's mouth stingers jabbed at my throat again and again. I couldn't even scream, between the choking and the venom paralyzing my neck and throat. I could just huff through my nose, gasping as I felt the venom burn in my veins as it spread"

The dragoness sat up, her hand moving to Chaka's throat and taking it as the unicorn gasped and was pushed down onto her back, the dragoness's nose to nose with the wide eyed unicorn, looming over her. "You know how that felt, don't you? To be helpless under its power... struggling but your body just won't respond."

Although she couldn't remember it well, like a fuzzy dream, and she didn't recall anything of what happened after, Chakal nodded with wide eyes. She did know. "Y... yes..."

The dragoness licked Chakal's nose as her hand cupped the unicorns chin, a finger prying her mouth open and teasing at her lips.

Gulping, Chakal stared upward at the looming dragoness and trembled at the intimate touch and more at the words. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Rahmor watching intently, eyes bright as he leaned forward to watch, and listen.

"It had me, I was helpless. It gave me a kiss then, pushing it's mouth into mine, shoving a slimy tube into my maw."

Chakal panted and squirmed as she felt that taloned finger slip into her mouth, trembling as it slid over her tongue and she tasted the soft dragonhide, felt the claw.

"It pushed it's venom tube into my throat, pumping it's foul poisons down it. All the way down here..." she said as her finger slipped from the unicorns muzzle, trailing down her chin, her neck, then between her breasts to press over her stomach. "I couldn't resist, feeling that tube pulsing, feeling my belly fill with the thick, oozing poisons that would keep me fed and paralyzed." Her nose nuzzled at Chakal's as her eyes stared down and she smirked, "But you know THAT feeling well, don't you? To have something big in your mouth, forced to swallow..." Her eyes darted back to Rahmor, lingering on his kilt, her nose pushing at Chakal's and forcing her gaze to follow.

Chakal gulped and nodded slowly, she did indeed know that feeling. Very well.

Fensha sat up, turning to face Rahmor as she leaned over to him and took his hand, bringing it to her neck, pressing his fingers to the scars. "It had me helpless, the paralasis setting in. Spreading from here..." she said as she dragged her fingers down her neck, "...to here..." and she took his hand down to slide against her breasts and then pressed it to her belly, gasping slightly as claws twitched and scratched at her skin.

"You must have been so frightened, and angry, full of rage," said Rahmor, his eyes following his hand as it was guided.

Dragging his hand lower, to her sex, the dragoness nodded "Oh yes. It took me here then.. wanting to lay it's eggs. It was rough.. uncaring... shoving into me. Those hard pincers, forcing me open, probing with it's impregnation tube. I could hear it, wet, squishing as it pushed into me. Felt the end of that tube pushing and pressing."

Rahmor's fingers were guided and moved, pressing and spreading her sex with the dragoness hand over his, showing him exactly where the creature had taken her and how.

"How did you get away..." Chakal asked, forgetting to say sir, speaking out of turn, eyes wide as she watched the two dragons.

"My sword... it pierced it, a fatal blow before I was rendered helpless. But it didn't kill it right away. We struggled as it tried to impregnate me, I fought it with every ounce of strength I had. It got it's ovipositor into me, deep... I saw the eggs forced down it, I could FEEL my sex stretching as the first larval egg was pushed past my labia and stretched it wider as that lump moved down the tube, felt every contraction as it worked to push it into my womb, and saw dozens more, felt each one as it passed the threshold of my sex.

Chakal bit her lip again, squirming in horror at the thought, knowing it had happened to her, but not remembering. It had only been one, and it hadn't meant to breed her, but to control her. She couldn't imagine laying there, knowing was happening.

"I felt those things being put inside me, things that would force my body to nurture them, as they fed on my body, harvested my eggs and consumed my soul. I felt it push that larvae in again, but not as far... it was growing weak. The wound was killing it, but oh so slowly. It kept throbbing inside me, inching closer and closer... and then it died. But it wasn't over. Those larvae, I could feel them squirming, desperate to exit that tube, to impregnate me with their corrupting flesh. They couldn't live long without a host, I had to hope they died before they made it."

Rahmor was watching intently, head cocked, staring at her with a thoughtful look. He leaned over her, a hand moving to her shoulder. "How horrifying, and with you pinned down, unable to move..."

"Yes..."

"Helpless..." His leg swung over her body, straddling the dragoness's hips suddenly.

"Ahhh..."

Chakal wanted to know how she escaped, to hear more, but was silent as she watched as the two dragons move so very close in front of her, the purple female beginning to struggle, trying to push Rahmor off. But he pinned her down, hands on her shoulders, tail wrapping around hers. She almost cried out as Rahmor's head dipped down and bit the dragoness on the neck, his jaws closing around the purple flesh. She bit her lip as she saw blood, it wasn't a play nibble, those teeth were biting.

Fensha struggled, pushing, fighting, trying to get the male off her, and moaning loudly at the bite. "Nrrrrggh... ahhh... yesss...." she whined out, rocking back and forth helplessly.

Rahmor released her neck, licking up the underside of her jaw, one hand moving to her mouth, fingers prying her jaws open.

Her jaws were slowly pried open, making an ahhhhhing sound as she tried to turn her face away, but was forced into a deep kiss.

Trembling, unsure what was happening, were they fighting? Fucking? Both? Chakal watched Rahmor kiss the dragoness, watched her throat convulse and swallow, hearing soft gagging sounds and could see his tongue thrusting deep between their teeth. Her eyes were drawn down as she watched her Master tug off his kilt, exposing his hard, erect cock. His hips moved, positioning himself, preparing to thrust as the tip slipped against the dragoness's VERY wet sex.

Fensha's hands moved to his hips and pushed, stopping him. She struggled, but the bigger dragon had weight and strength on his side, He slowly but steadily began to penetrate her, her hips moving to accommodate his angle while her sex stretched to accommodate his length and girth.

Chakal nearly screamed as a hand wrapped around her throat. She looked to see her Master's arm, pulling her down, closer. She whinnied softly, her nose being brought to one of the dragoness's breasts. She huffed against it, close enough to smell the dragoness's scent. Was she supposed to kiss her? Lick her nipples? She knew her Master liked making his slaves do that to each other. Her nose brushed against a hard nipple, and she almost licked before her nose was pushed further down, her lips pressed to one of the reddish pink marks made by the hive creatures.

Fensha let out a deep, loud moan at the touch to the old wound, choking on the throat-fucking, her grip weakening and letting Rahmor push deeper into her hot, wet sex.

Hearing the dragoness moan in pleasure, Chakal gave a kiss, then a lick to the red mark. She watched the dragoness writhe again, and her head was pulled once more, to another mark. She licked a second time, and quickly got the hint, beginning to move on her own, lapping at each mark with her tongue as she wetly traced the wounds, glancing with wide eyes down to that thick red cock as it sunk deeper with every mark she nosed and touched. Were they pleasuring her, or raping her? She didn't know, but kept on doing as she was instructed, even nibbling a little which seemed to drive the dragoness extra wild.

Writhing under the blue male, Fensha gasped as she felt a pricking inside her, felt her labia tickled and poked by the hardening spines of the shaft impaling her. Her eyes snapped up to lock on to the dragon over her, shuddering and gasping as she felt those sharp tips dragging against her. Slowly, very slowly she gave a nod as best she could to give him permission, then cried out as the tips extended further, not as far as they would in an egg-mating, but enough to drive her passions, emotions and desires even higher. "Ahhhhhhh!"

She lost track of which spots she had nibbled, and how many, just moving from one to the next in the firelight, heating moans and gags and squishing sounds. By now Rahmor was deep inside her, thrusting hard, grunting with effort as he pounded the dragoness into her bed.

She only stopped when both dragons broke the kiss and roared out in orgasmic pleasure. There was no getting used to a predator, let alone two roaring inches away from their natural prey, and Chakal shrank into the bed at the display, whimpering quietly and feeling very, very small until the two collapsed onto the bed, Rahmor panting hard, licking at drops of blood from the neck of the dragoness.

"Oh dear.. don't be frightened..." said Fensha even as she panted, then leaned in to kiss the mare on the lips.

Chakal mmmmmmped at the kiss, not resisting, her mouth slack more out of shock than obedience. She gasped as the dragoness slipped her lips down off hers, then gasped again as those same lips found one of her nipples, and suckled expertly. "Nrrrrggh!" She felt herself being laid down onto the bed, the female looming over her, tongue, lips and teeth working at breasts, nipples and neck and making her cry out and shudder. She panted hard, not knowing what to think of another species, and a female at that treating her this way. But in her mind, dragons were beyond gender, beyond species. They were a force, a power, and she melted under the assault of terrifying pleasure.

The sudden appearance of a tongue between her legs brought out a sharp cry, her eyes focusing on a blue head down there. That tongue licked, curled, probed and lapped, and she cried out again and again as both dragons teased and stimulated her body in ways she never experienced before. Her Master had fucked her, many times, but never... this. Even Tahet, as gentle as he could be, sometimes, was always a rough lover. She shuddered in bliss, unable to even remember how embarrassed she should be, feeling slick licks and kisses over every inch of exposed flesh. Her pussy, nipples, lips, even ears. She only wished Tahet's tongue was this small, this expert. If only he was a dragon... "Tahet... oooooh"!

Many, many climaxes later, from both dragon and unicorn, Chakal lay on the bed with the two dragons. Rahmor was on his back, and she was laying against one side, her head on his chest. Fensha was on the other, her head on his belly, eyes closed, having finished licking him clean, and softly snoring.

She looked up to see Rahmor watching her, a smile on his lips. She often thought of dragons as yet another animal to study, it helped to think of them that way, and tonight she witnessed a very odd mating display that left her confused. Unlike an animal, she could ask dragons questions, and she made several attempts before she managed to speak. "Master...?" she said in a quiet whisper.

"Mmmm?"

"Master? Why? She... did she... want you to do that?"

"Mmm-hmmm."

"But... why, master? It did, terrible things to her.. why did she want it to happen again?"

Rahmor looked at his unicorn, stroking her mane. "Control."

"I don't understand... Master."

"It's one way to cope, my slave. Sometimes, if you are hurt, you hurt others in that way. To own the act. She chose another way, to have others do it to her, again."

Chakal furrowed her brow, looking confused. "How does going through it AGAIN help, Master?"

"Because she CHOSE to do it. Made us do it. She took a thing that terrified her, and made it something she was in charge of." He gave a shrug, "Hot, powerful emotions, hate, love, fear, pleasure... they sometimes.. mix. She went through an intense experience, felt powerful feelings that make everything else seem mild. She does this to feel that again, and to make those emotions HERS. To dominate her overwhelming fear, by turning it into overwhelming pleasure. Everyone is different, but this isn't uncommon. I've seen it before, many times. It's good for her, as long as she keeps it in check, which she does. Not everyone knows how to deal with war, and the things that happen."

Chakal nodded a little, looking thoughtful. "Is... did something happen to you... do you, do things to us because of something?" She bit her lip, wondering what would make a dragon enslave a dozen unicorns, and make them into his toys.

He chuckled softly, "No my slave. I was always like this. I enjoy dominating you, because I'm dragon. We need no special event to want to dominate, control, and fuck a hot, submissive species like you unicorns. Put you in your place, where you belong, it feels GOOD."

She squirmed as his hand squeezed her ass, and his head dipped to give her nose a long, slow lick. She gulped, waiting to see if he was going to take her again, but he simply looked down at the dragoness curled up peacefully.

"Master...."

"Yes, slave?"

"You're not, going to... 'help' me like that, are you?"

"No, slave. You hardly remember it at all, and I think that is for the best. There are memories I wish I could heal away to oblivion, count yourself lucky. Besides, it wouldn't work if I imposed it on you."

She nodded, shivering. She didn't think she would enjoy that kind of help, not at all. Not even a little. She squirmed more, that hand on her rear giving another squeeze. "Master? Will she be okay? Her neck, it's got fresh bite marks. Won't that make other dragons be mean to her?"

Fensha chuckled, lifting her head, making Chakal stiffen and wonder how long she had been awake and listining.

"Why would they do such a thing just because I've got some love bites, silly girl?"

"Ahh... I... well... because you, uhm, I mean my Master did... stuff..."

"Oh, yes. I see your confusion. Yes, if I had asked one of my underlings to do this, it would have lost me respect. But Rahmor is high enough that submitting to him is no shame. He has the strength to hold me, and have me." She then gave a very tooth-filled, vicious grin, "Any of MY boys tried this, and I'd put them down. Hard. They would have scars of their own."

Chakal nodded with a shiver. Dragons were scary. Another thought popped into her head and she looked at Rahmor's smooth, blue hide. "You don't have any scars. Why Master?"

Rahmor rolled over slightly, lifting his left arm and shoulder up, then grabbed it with his other hand and squeezed hard. When he pulled his hand away there was a light, hand shaped mark that faded quickly, but revealed a series of lighter marks before they too faded.

Chakal leaned over her Master's chest for a close look, tilting her head this way and that. If she looked hard, just right, she could see faint marks where the discolorations had been.

"Damn spine throwing hive insect got me good. Barbed spines, like a porcupine but hard as steel and they didn't come out easy. But they were removed quickly and the wounds were cleaned and they healed over. Pity. Good spot for such marks, but not worth risking an infection and complication just to show off battle scars. Makes me look invulnerable too, being unmarked, good for the troops."

Still curious she asked, "So... hers were not treated as soon?"

The dragoness fingered a mark on her breast, "Some dragons have colorations that hide such things better, but in my case there was insect hive venom and drugs involved. Those can leave permanent discolorations, even if the hide and skin heal smoothly. You fur folk have it worse, at least non-unicorns who get envenomed tend to lose the fur where they are bit. You have all YOUR fur, don't you girl..."

Fensha reached out and tugged Chakal down by her harness until the unicorns head was laying on Rahmor's belly next to hers and changed the subject as easily as she changed the unicorn's position, "Did you like what we did to you, little unicorn?"

Chakal gulped and trembled, that face now right next to hers, feeling the soft breath against her nose. "I.. ahh... mm... it felt good, but... I didn't really, uh, like it..." she said with a deep blush, remembering the tongues that felt oh so very good, but also two dragons looming over her, full of teeth and power. That wasn't pleasant at all. She had to admit it certainly felt better than when Master bent her over, that was always, difficult. This time was different, she had to admit. Master had never done THAT to her before, and never with, that kind of help.

"Mmm... was it as good as Tahet?"

"Wha... a.. I... uhm..." Chakal turned beet red at that, squirming in place as she tried to avoid the dragoness's eyes.

"He's got a nice, long tongue, doesn't he. You said his name..."

"Ahhh... nnnn..." Chakal squirmed more in embarrassment. Master knew what she and Tahet did, it was part of her job! Hearing someone else say it, like that made her face and head burn hotly.

"What's THAT like, having him inside you. How deep does HE go?"

Chakal huffed and stammered, "Uh. he..." she said and eeped as a taloned finger touched her belly.

"This deep?"

The finger moved up and down, stroking Chakal's white fur, teasing at her belly button, down so close to her sex. "Here?"

"Now now" said Rahmor, "You're going to get her all flustered, and THAT part of her job is as important as any other, leave her be."

"Aww, but shes such fun to tease. If you want me to stop, you're going to have to make... mmmmprrrrgmph!"

Chakal froze as she watched blue hands smoothly grab the dragoness by her horns, tilting her head and shoving her mouth over his thick, fully erect shaft. She hadn't even noticed him getting aroused! She tensed, ready to move away when they started to fight, but the dragoness didn't seem to be fighting TOO hard, and soon she got a very close up look of how dragons performed oral, eyes drawn to the thrusting bulge in Fensha's throat. Her 'dragon studies' were progressing fast today it seemed, and she only hoped she wasn't going to be given a test on what she was learning.

...

Chakal snorted, wiping at her nose as she walked behind the two dragons, back to the landing field.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic. You would think after being a dragons slave this long, you knew how to time your breathing and swallows."

Chakal made a face, then quickly turned her head to the size as she felt a sneeze coming on. "Aaaah-chooo!" She looked up meekly as she saw Rahmor looking back at her, grinning with a sated look on his face. Well of course HE would look that way. She wiped at her nose once more, then put her hands behind her back as she was led back to Tahet. She looked him over, judging his mood and health. She frowned a bit, seeing some tenseness there.

Tahet stared at BLUE, PET and... OTHER. He smelled SEX and lifted his head, stretching it out to sniff over the three tiny creatures, eyes narrowing as he puzzled out the scents that were all mixed together.

"Easy, Tahet..." said Rahmor as he patted the beasts light blue nose, getting a gruff huff in response as it snuffled over Chakal intensely. "He knows you fucked his pet, Fensha. He can be possessive, and jealous."

Fensha looked nervous as that head moved to sniff over her. "Is that going top be a... problem?"

Rahmor gave a grin, "If he thinks you fucked her without his approval, yes. But that's easily fixed. We just have to correct his mistake."

"What mistake?"

Rahmor's tail curled around Chakal's neck, and yanked her down to her knees, then all fours, and finally forced her to plant her face on the ground beside his foot. She made a yelp and grunt but didn't fight it, assuming the submissive pose before both her owners.

"You didn't fuck her, I fucked you both," he said, and a hand gripped Fensha's neck, giving a firm, sudden tug.

Fensha hissed as her still sore neck was grabbed, dropping down to one knee beside the blue dragon. She squirmed a bit, looking up at the big drake, and then glancing down only making a soft huff of complaint. There would be no contest of wills with THAT beast.

Tahet snorted, his shoulders relaxing as he settled back down. He rumbled in contentment at the sight of PET down at BLUES feet, dismissing the OTHER. He sniffed at all three again, cataloging the scents, smelling Master on both, smelling the two females scents on each other. He swung his head back to the other female, smelling blood, his tongue sliding out to taste her neck before giving her a firm testing nudge with his nose, then withdrawing. Satisfied all was well, he delicately took the back ring of Chakal's harness into his teeth and lifted her up.

Fensha breathed out a sigh of relief as the drake finally took his attention elsewhere, having had a small touch of panic as she saw the drake scent her blood. Her head lifted as she watched the drake ever so carefully lift the unicorn off her feet, and place her between his forelegs, settling back down in a possessive, or was it a protective pose? She decided it was a combination of both.

Flustered but no slave, Fensha pushed herself back up to her feet, the point having been made to the drake so there was no reason to stay down there. She gave Rahmor a haughty look. "Hope you enjoyed yourself, if you will excuse me, I have my nightly rounds to make."

"I did." Rahmor hmmed and looked Fensha in the eyes as she stood next to him, "You never did explain how you survived."

"Oh, that's right. There isn't a lot to tell, but I'll finish my tale tonight, as a bedtime story." She swished her tail against Rahmor's leg as she drew him off. "And bring your slave."

Rahmor walked closer to give Tahet's neck a pat, getting a rumble in return before turning around and sliding down to the ground, sitting next to Chakal, both leaning up against the large drake. "Why don't you come back here when you're done, I plan on making camp here. Tahet makes a nice, warm shelter. Then you can tell us all about it."

The dragoness glanced up at the big drake, shivering and then slowly nodded as she lifted her head high, walking back into the rows of buildings and growling out commands and demands to the nearby dragons, sending them quickly scurrying to obey.

Chakal leaned against Tahet's bulk and pressed her legs together as she felt her Master pulling her to cuddle against him, not sure if she was dreading her next encounter, or dreading it AND looking forward to it. Just a little.