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The tension between neighbouring tribes grew strong and sinister day by day. Her anthropomorphic snakefolk walked out of their stone homes, wearing masks of peace and tranquillity. When all they could think about is whether they could live another sunset. Neerishia watched them from the top of the grand staircase to the temple of their king. As the great god stirred from the horizon and took his great journey to apotheosis. He who would bring harvest and prosperity, but refused to descend upon them to quell the fighting. She was like a guardian to her people when her king's mind was weighed by the other tribes. Words of reassurance could only take them so far, she started to offer her assistance to whatever the common folk requested of her. Petty. But any help to lift their spirits. As the priestess of Axtris, the goddess of hope and fertility, it was her duty and the will of Axtrix that called her from her throne to her people.

The Viktethi tribe had seen better days.

Morality has been low, as families continued to mourn for those who lost their lives over pointless wars. Her tribe had enjoyed peace for so long, that many had dropped their blades in exchange for seeds and cattle. The smell of spices and roasted boar were like incense of energy, but nowadays brought little joy. She remembered a time where streets were filled with chatter and laughter, and the cries of children playing. They relied on their once allies for protection, supplying them food for their growing armies. Perhaps this was their greatest mistake. While they strengthened their military, her people only excelled in producing corn. Time and time again, her people would be outmatched. Even if they had the advantage in numbers. Until they had to accept the inevitable. It was all her fault, she kept whispering to herself. Her over-indulgence in mother nature and sharing too much of it to her people. Because of her status, they took it in like commands from the goddess.

"Priestess Neerishia."

Behind her, a snake soldier adorned in leather, feathers and paint. On his arm was a large oval shield from the hide of a tough animal. His blade made from the tusk or long fangs of some aggressive beast fought long ago. His leather clothing only masked his modest areas, leaving much of his bulk exposed to intimidate his opponents. If his body paint wasn't enough. His greatly feathered headdress signalled his status over the other lesser soldiers. With him were three others. He took a knee, and his comrades followed. Behind them, the slaves did the same. Four of them resting a palanquin on their shoulders. "Your escort."

"Please, call me Neesha," she replied. A large pit was caught in her throat. One holding in her sorrow, encased with the bitter anger of her mission. The king, after consorting with the other tribe leaders in a negotiation of peace, had came to her with a favour that would sever her from her people. Her loved ones. Her family. All this time, informing the Viktethi the teachings of Axtrix, inspiring them with determination and purpose. She never thought it would end in such a meaningless way. To give up her body to the prince of another tribe. She had long agreed to this, knowing not to prolong suffering of her people. Neesha would will herself into the fiery of the gods, should it spare her kin from the oppression of war.

Taking a deep breath, she maintained her composure. Her mind went to her people. Then to this prince, Gnar the Malevolent. True, his tribe was the strongest with such military focus and existing solely on trading steel and blood on the battlefield. To be wed to him was supposed to be an honour. Neesha admitted she had personal... cravings. But she saw no honour in being with one born with a gold fork in his maw and revealed in nothing else but bloodshed and hitting the defenceless. She stepped into the palanquin and pulled down the curtains. Just in time before her voice cracked a whimper. She hated it. She never wanted it. But she needed it. Not for herself. Never for herself. But for the greater good.

She hated it all.

Her confined space, holding nothing but a cushion of wool for her weary legs, surrounded by curtains that permeate the thinnest of lights, stirred. With heavy grunts, the slaves hoisted her up. The movements nauseated her at first, taking a while until they moved at a steady pace. Neesha huffed a sigh. It certainly felt like a cage, the weary slaves dragging her to one and only path in life. The execution of her freedom, the sacrifice of her heart, to appease the wrath of the gods of war.

"It will be a long journey," the warrior at the front spoke, his silhouette a guiding shadow across the blissful realm of existing. "Not just bandits and wild beasts, but there's a saying a dragon has migrated from the world afar but we will just avoid his territory. The gods smile upon you, priestess. May your sacrifice-"

She instantly turned her head from him, his voice only part of the street chatter. Of course they would care for her sacrifice. It was all they saw her, like everything she did for them in the past were burned to ashes. Gnar's country would be so different from what she was seeing behind the curtains. Streets where children play would be filled with what they called the 'weak', defeated and left to starve because they weren't good enough. Her words of hope would fall into deaf ears, so much so that she would be dragged into the depths of despair with them. She wasn't sure if she even had the power to elevate such spirits, but neither could she think of ignoring it. They craved freedom from such oppression. If only the Viktethi could become stronger.

Her heart was warm hearing happiness, even among such trying times. But soon, those voices disappeared behind her. And she was met with silence. It was a painful grip to her chest. Her escort took them across the dense forest, across a hidden path only they know the markings for. The scent of morning dew danced on her tongue. Like a flower blooming from dust, she could suddenly hear the bird songs from above. She peeked outside, the cold biting hard against her scales. Spots of light danced on the ground like fireflies coming and going, cast down by thinned streams that pierced the canopies. Above was like another section of the forest. Abundant in life and spirits different to the ground dwellers like herself. They walked by a tree, towering at such great heights that they could lead her to where the gods live. Songs of nature echoed from a distance, deeper within and behind the shrubs. Into the dark comforts. She watched on, as she past by a birdnest. In time to see the young took to the skies. And a fawn taking its first steps into the new world, in the loving embrace of its mother. Everywhere she looked, a painful reminder of herself in chains.

At least they provided her company. Like a last wish fulfilled before her life would be chained against her will. Her escorts remained silent. One offered her their water flask which she refused.

"Halt!" A series of snaps went off all around her. The palanquin tilted left. Tossed right. Then Neesha spun and struck her back against the hard ground. Her nose stung. Then her eyes, and the last thing she saw were silhouettes in clouds of smoke. They crawled into her lungs, and she hacked. "Priestess!" A guard screamed, then followed with another. A more terrifying pitch. He gargled in his voice. And slumped onto the ground somewhere next to her.

"Ambush!" Screamed another. "Protect the Priestess!"

Around her were cries of the familiar and unfamiliar. Slaves scampered here and there, and all that was left were her soldiers. The smoke cleared briefly, and Neesha gasped. Her kin laid all over the floor in their own blood. With a sickening slide of steel, the last of her escort fell. And standing before her, were four lizardmen. They were dressed in rags of leather, torn from wear and battle as their bodies were littered with scars. The blue one, with quite the muscles for his size, eyed her. Scanning her body.

Then he smiled. "Well aren't you a pretty one?" He stepped on the body he just killed and licked his maw. "A fine lass like yourself should know better than to bring ants as her bodyguards." Neesha slid back, keeping her distance. Until she heard laughter, and the three others stood around her.

"W-Wait!" She begged, extending her palm towards the leader. "Please, let me go. I'm tasked with a mission for my people. If something were to happen to me, thei-"

"Do you know who we are?" The leader squatted down to her level, his yellow and cold eyes challenging hers. "We are bandits. Just trying to make a living for ourselves. We don't give a shit about you or your place. But if you want to get out of here alive," his hand reached for her undergarment and she slapped it away with a gasp. He only smiled, "you better start spreading them pretty legs. Then my boys will be taking their turns. And then you may run along to your fancy homes and whatnot." He tapped on her belly.

Neesha felt her blood boil. Despite shooting daggers with her eyes, gnawing her fangs until they bled, she knew she couldn't beat them. But what else could she do? Not only could she not withstand the image of becoming pregnant to these thugs, but what would Gnar do to her tribe if he found out she was already bearing children? Her eyes stung. And tears trickled down her cheeks. Was such a cruel fate foretold for a devoted priestess like her? Was this her reward and misfortune?

A cold finger brushed her cheek. She couldn't bear it any longer. With a scream, she lunged forward and bite at his neck. It sunk through. The bandit screamed and threw her around. Hands grabbed all over her, trying to pull her out. They succeeded. But not without losing a chunk of his flesh which Neesha spat out.

"You bitch!" A strong sting exploded in her cheek, his hand passing by her. The only ones keeping her upright were the bandits. He suddenly reached for her bra. And Neesha screamed once again.

Except it wasn't her voice that she heard. It was louder. Deeper. And blasting against her face. The leader turned into a blur. And he was replaced with a large black beast. In its maw, now slammed hard onto the round with blood curdling cracks, was the sudden lifeless and mangled body of her attacker.

"Dragon!"

The rest screamed and immediately dropped Neesha onto the grass once again. She covered her head and curled, the beast leaping over her. Cool wind spun all over her, then the ground shook with his landing. Another ear-shattering roar scared her. Until those distant footsteps faded. Then the forest grew quiet.

Neesha trembled. She could still hear it breathing near her. The rustling leaves of its shifting claws grew louder with each step. Then it stood right before her, sniffing.

"You," it spoke. The voice low and soothing. Her senses of Axtrix told her he is a male dragon. "You are nothing like those who roam here. What purpose do you have on my land?" Neesha slowly turned. Her heart froze. And she swore she had died for a second. The bloodred of his eyes pierced her. Much deeper than the bandit leader as if to erase him from her memory. His scales were like plates sticking out, splitting anything that dared to rub over them. Claws glistened under the gaze of the sun, looked as if it could cut into steel with ease. And his wings, black as the night with the terrifying red veins running on the membranes. Every step he took, his great muscles bulged and scales rippled over them. If the bandits were nothing to him, what would Neesha be?

"D-Dragon." Neesha quickly got to her knees. "Please do not weigh your anger against me. I'm just a priestess, enacting her fate for her people to wed the prince of the Ekshar tribe. We know that a dragon has taken residence here and thought our path would not disturb your home."

The dragon growled, blood still seeping from his fangs. "Why? Why do you subject yourself to those of a lesser kin? No matter. I care little for your tribe nor your fate, half-dragon."

Half-dragon? Neesha couldn't muster a frown. So much had happened she got weary. "Beg pardon? I am a snake." The dragon reacted little. "M-My name is Neerishia. Priestess of Axtrix, and-..." Then the dragon chuckled, bringing his snout much closer to hers. As if to examine her closely. "Foolish girl. You know much of yourself, yet know so little. My snout never mistakes a scent. You are indeed a snake... but I smell a different blood coursing within you. Blood of my kin."

Neesha gapped her mouth. But her thoughts caught up and seized her voice. Wait. She remembered. Her father a snake-kin. He raised her all on his own. And told her mother had long fallen to war. She never knew who she was, or what she looked like. Not even the archives had any mention of her. She assumed mother was another snake-kin. And to this day she had devoted herself to what mother wanted. Peace and prosperity for Viktethi. Just a different path to it. Neesha placed a hand on her chest, feeling her heart pound. Dragon blood. That meant...

"All that potential." The dragon prowled in a circle around her. "All that power. Slumbering since birth, unknown to you... wasted with petty dealings among the snake kin."

"They are not petty!" She snapped. Then her heart rose and she clasped her mouth. What was she doing speaking against a dragon? He could shred her in an instant. And she almost screamed when his snout loomed from behind, right over her shoulder.

"You subjected yourself to fate. Devoting yourself to a prince you feel no bond for. Imagine just how vicious his bite will become once he tasted your blood. Nothing more than a vessel for powerful cures and immortality among those who followed lies like blind rats." Neesha turned her head slightly away. A new feeling washing over her breaking heart.

"I have no choice. If my people ca-"

"Enough!" He snarled. Neesha whimpered, collapsing onto the ground once again on her back. His shadow blanketed over her, and she looked up to those blood rubies. "I cannot care less of your kin, and I couldn't care less of your body. However, I will not stand aside and watch as they taint my blood kin's spirit. Fate isn't bestowed upon you from those above you. Should you choose to follow such path blindly under pretence, you will destroy yourself."

Neesha whimpered aloud. Not from fear. Tears formed in her eyes, and she clenched her fangs, as if to hold back her pathetic cries. "T-Then what must I do?"

"Decide." He leaned closer, his snout almost brushing her snout. "What does your heart want?"

Her people. It spoke loud and true in her mind. The Viktethi tribe. She wanted peace for them. She wanted hope. But above all. She wanted to be with them. To be like what she was before all this. To be happy. But it was all a fantasy beyond her reach. Yet this dragon stood guard, keeping her away from hell itself. Where would that leave her? "I can't go back. I bid my farewells. Should they see me return, they know I have failed and doomed them."

The dragon snorted, hot air blowing over Neesha's face before he turned to the skies. Light rays beamed all over his prideful stance, the obsidian scales almost glowing to Neesha's eyes. "And suppose you will plead for my protection and watchful eye over your snake tribe?"

Neesha stiffened. It didn't occur to her, as she figured he would refuse immediately. But to instead have a dragon to watch over her people, it could be the hope from Vaxtrix she yearned for. Her heart raced. The dragon was still standing over her, but she wasn't scared of him anymore. Instead, a new emotion bubbled out of her. One she had long suppressed. "And suppose you will demand a price?"

The dragon rolled his eyes to her. Then brought his snout up to her, wearing a new face. A smirk. His great tongue slithering and lapping his maw. "You."

Neesha quivered. From just one soft word, he ensnared her. A heat. Long suppressed in her mind. Burst from its damn, surged all over her body in a blanket of euphoria. Before settling within where her tender parts flared. She felt weak. And he knew it.

"Your life was to be forfeited," the dragon said, running a gentle claw over her cheek to stroke away her tears. Then he glided it down. And snipped the fabric between her breasts, freeing them and letting them bounce before him. "And I dragged you from such misery..." He stroke lower. And lower. Down to her undergarments. "Your life owed to me... as if fate delivered you right within my wings."

Neesha crooned, raising her legs instinctively when her last bindings broke. And her body bare for him to take. His words as entrancing as his touch. And to be 'captured' by a dragon like him? Oh such bliss undeserving for herself. Her sex tensed, air around it being drained from a deep sniff.

"Devote yourself to me, half-dragon." She suppressed another scream. Something hot and wet covered over her vent, and slid up with a wet stroke. Then it returned. Her innards flaring even more each time. "I am Raeqar. Burn this name deep in your mind. Become my pet. And obey." Neesha whimpered aloud. He licked her with every sentence! "Your untouched flower is mine. And mine alone. Your eggs shall produce dragons. Nothing else. Obey. Serve. Submit. Become a dragon. Such is my price."

Raeqar stopped. But his breathing against her meant he was still close. Waiting for her answer. Become a dragon? Such magic was impossible, but she knew his meaning. Neesha could barely move without rubbing the slimy saliva over her sensitive labia. She was already his. Not because she had no choice.

Because she WANTED him.

Her hand reached. Fingers struggled for a firm hold due to his doing, but she managed to pry open her vent. Letting him see her depths, and just how wet it was. "Take me."

"Master." Raeqar pinched her clit gently.

Neesha moaned, trying to roll away. He held her down, still biting on her glan. "T-Take me... m-master!"

Raeqar released her. Rest was short-lived, his tongue finding her vent once again. This time, Neesha's tunnel forced apart to the wriggling appendage. And it snaked deeper inside her. Stars burst in her vision. It twisted, massaged and licked her tender spots. Even pulled back to re-enter her. Against her will, her tunnels clenched to suppress him. It only excited her more when he squirmed free and touched where she couldn't reach. Moaning, Neesha grabbed fistfuls of grass and tensed. His tongue movements were more frantic. Pushing and kneading her walls and contorting her innards into all shapes. He was staring at her all this time, mouth almost over her sex. Those eyes of a predator. Neesha returned with her weary eyes of defeat. Submission. Just letting her body tense up and feed him with her juices. Her arousal continued to rise.

Then Raeqar withdrew his tongue. A gentle pop like mild pressure relieving followed. Normally Neesha would feel relieved that it was over. That her body could recover. But this time, she demanded more. "You are ready." He lurched forward once again, bringing to view another appendage. Neesha's heart stopped. His black member bobbed, tip oozing in the thick cream that dripped like syrup with an unsevered strand to the grass between her legs. Oh its smell almost overwhelmed her. The musk intoxicating, attacking her snout and her tongue. Then flaring her body with every breath of it. Her vent grew hot. So much that she could feel the clinging saliva that drenched it. She tried to push them out, with barely any success. But she understood why, staring at the rest of his dragonhood.

His tip was spaded, its greatest girth the size of a fist, with red flared edges on its side. His shaft was of a tapering length, starting from the size of her forearm, every increasing until an impressive knot that looked like it could be stuck in her for hours. But what impressed her was the number of ridges that stuck out from his shaft. It moved on its own, flaring and unflaring like flaps. Oh and those barbs that stood erect with the flaring. This could destroy her! Yet something deeper in her spoke otherwise. Her cravings.

It throbbed, forcing more of his pre-seed out. Impatiently Neesha spread apart her legs even further, both hands reaching to pull apart her sex for his entry. And she swung her head back when his tip kissed in between her legs. Oh the divines! Her lower lips surged with a new flame from his warmth. She hissed. Then she growled. A wild growl she never uttered but felt natural at this moment. Like it was alive, his member opened and closed its ridges. Her innards burned, wanting to feel them inside her. Wanting to be ensnared for days. No even years! The honour of courtship with a dragon fell upon her lap. She vowed not to let it slip.

Raeqar's tongue returned. This time, preying on her breast. Among the distraction, he thrusted. Gently. Neesha bit her bottom lip, her fangs almost inflicting venom on herself. Her sex stretched so far apart. Never had she endured something this large. But there was no pain. Just the mild discomfort from the stretch that would soon be washed away. And he continued pushing. Neesha held up her breast for him to access easily, her other hand massaging the other. Her tail searched, and coiled over his, locking herself to him. And with one counter-thrust, Neesha felt an inner pop. Her lips kissed over his shaft, dragging all the tip inside to stretch her.

And she bellowed. Sheer bliss overflowed from her body, that she just had to cry out in ecstasy. Her legs thrashed, kicking his thighs but could do no more. Oh the tip's presence burned in her mind. It was hard to think of anything else. Even if she could, his tongue would brush over her nipple. And coil her mound in a deep squeeze to fit in his loving maw. Even a slight twitch of her lower body would brush a sensitive spot over the base of his tip, making her fight back an early edge. She grew tired, wanting to rest on the grass again, letting him take her however he wants without resistance. All her pain and misery sucked out of her from the breast. And new life entering her sanctuary.

With a smile, she looked to the realm of the gods. But her prayer stopped as soon as it started, his tip forcing deeper. With much resistance, trying to pull apart her vent again. Until a jolt before it relaxed. Another wave blasting her when his tip caressed her much deeper parts. Her eyes shot wide. In a blink, his snout appeared in front of her. She screamed. Nothing echoed in her ears. She screamed again. And a tongue met hers, raiding her maw and oozing the delicious slime. His maw sealed shut over hers. She was kissing a dragon! Neesha rolled her eyes back. The ridge that successfully slipped into her flared again. It brushed her walls, the barb striking more delicate areas. Until it closed. The flap motion not only propelling his member further, but pinching her areas gently and firing those nerves constantly throughout her body.

A second ridge slipped inside her. And she readied herself, fighting back the bulbous tip's further pleasure. Only that it wasn't enough. Two ridges opened inside her, and pinched both spots. Oh divines, it felt so good. Her walls flared several times stronger. He knew where to pinch her. To make her scream. To make her climax. To make her desire him more.

His tongue fondled and cradled its much slender mate. All she could taste, drooling and filling her mouth, was his saliva. A slimy embrace of passion she welcomed lovingly. He forced the third and greater ridge inside. And broke another muffled cry down his throat. Raeqar readjusted himself. Both front legs on either side of her shoulders, truly exerting his dominance over her. Three pinches. "Mmmmmrrrnnph!" She arched her back and brushed her belly over his. He had stolen her voice, and she surrendered to her body's passion. Clench after clench, she squeezed him. Until a powerful heat entered her clitoris, and burst forward as her natural juices, splashing all over his groin.

Neesha twisted and turned. As much as he allowed. His tip had seeped into where her depths are narrowing. Not only is it forever a presence in her mind, but the bliss it brought when she shifted was immeasurable. Her body tightened again. A subsequent climax impending. And set off by the fourth ridge. "Mmmmmmnnph! Gnnrrrrrgh! Hrrrr.... Hrrrr... Mmrrrrrrrrrnnnnhhhh!" She flailed again, clawing at the dirt. The member more secured inside her. His deepest ridge clung onto a more sensitive part of her, refusing to let her go. Just how many more of them to go? Dear Axtrix! This is too much for her. She would sooner pass out from it before she could feel his seed rush into her. Neesha squirmed. Wanted to free that particular spot. It held fast, and she suffered the consequences, gushing harder and longer onto her master.

Her heart hammered faster. She started to feel lightheaded. On any day, this would have been enough for her. To last her for days with her arousal satiated. But this time, her hunger was much deeper. In fact, she felt she could reach even further. Beyond what her weaker snake body could handle. To what will only satiate her dragon blood. Neesha wrapped her arms around the dragon's neck, pulling him closer and securing the kiss like a passionate lover. No, she wouldn't pretend she was kissing another snake-kin. This dragon is her lover. And she is proud to be with him. She closed her eyes, moving her tongue to dance with his in a sea of saliva.

The fifth popped inside her, his tip now starting to touch on her more sensitive spots. The relief on her pleasure area was quick, when she felt the brushing and picking once more. Not only that, but the deeper ridge had found another spot. Much more tender than the other. And they were both squeezed. "Hnnnnnrrrg! Hnnn... Gnnn.... Gnnnnrrrrmmmgggh! Mmmmmmrrrrr!" She curled forward, body quivering and forcing out more feminine release.

So deep, she thought. His front claws scooped her and pulled him closer. Their bodies touching more intimately. A wonderful mix of lust and helplessness. She couldn't pull away if she wanted to. As Neesha laid there, at complete mercy to her master, she imagined a future of him doing this to her every day. Voiding her of her will, and forcing her to give in to him. Tears welled in her eyes once again. There was no sadness. But joy and relief. She crooned deeply in his embrace, his sixth and final ridge wriggling successfully and plugged itself inside. His knot rested on her entrance, a reminder of how much of him was in her. Then all his ridges pried her further apart. And she breathed quickly, knowing what was to come. He chuckled in her mouth, startling her. Then they closed over her, igniting her entire sex in a ceremonial explosion of fire.

Her vision went white. The shocks burst out of her in an endless wave of cries, and seeping deeper into her very soul. His rod secured itself well with the grips, merciless in forcing out all her pheromone-potent fluids. Oh and his constant throbbing! She couldn't concentrate on her thoughts any further. Her body flailed whatever it could. But nothing could outmatch his strength. He removed a claw from his embrace, and Neesha saw briefly a coil of vines hanging from it. Her vision darkened again when he withdrew. Like thick beads being yanked out, the ridges slipped with slime noises. Until just his tip remained. And he sank back into her. All six ridges at once. Just as she grunted, he was already pulling out. Flared out and raking at every crevice.

Her mouth couldn't gap any wider. There was no pain. But every hilt sensitised her vent. Her body forced into curl position. Ropes of something slipped behind her before she rested down. She didn't care. She wanted him to peak into her. She wanted him to fertilise her. And she would survive his onslaught. She is a dragon.

He did something on her chest. Several ropes resting on her. Then tightened, binding her torso. Even her breasts into a constant squeeze. The vines. He was tying her up! Yet she didn't care. His thrusting gained speed. Intensity. And she started to match her master.

Raeqar growled. A long growl. And pushed forward. Hard. His whole shaft disappeared into her. And her vent spread even further. The discomfort started to overtake her bliss. She felt it shrivelling and tense. The shaft swelled. Another hilt. The pain just as sudden as his groin meeting hers, instantly soothed when the knot settled behind her closing gate. His tip pierced into her cervix. His ridges now in reach of all her walls. The swelling poured towards her depths, and Neesha crooned. Globs of thickened seed shot through, and flooded her womb within the first spurt. She panted, milking him amidst her next peak. Her belly scorched and stretched, his essence sticking to every inch of her. No escape for her eggs. So full. Yet he was still climaxing in her.

Every flow his ridges opened and pinched. Her body erupting each time, gushing several times per load. Merciful gods, she hasn't finished her series of climaxes when he squirted and ravaged her insides again. Her endless clenching could make him peak a second time! After a minute, he finally stopped. But her orgasms continued, even if he wasn't pinching her. The deed is done, she thought. The thick cream rolled and tugged her tender walls when he rolled her. He was on his back, and she a priestess in vines. Her heart rose, seeing them leading to his torso, binding her to him.

A heavy gasp, and Neesha was freed from the dragonic kiss. She sat up, but before she could speak, her body tensed from yet another pinch. Then another. And another. "Ahh! M-Master please! N-No... Nnnn... Aaahhh!" Her lust rejuvenated, she gripped him once again in vain. He flashed his fangs with a smirk. Oh his teasing only got worse when she tried to pull away. The knot sealing her to him, a dream come true as it trapped her in the tormenting caress of his ridges. Until she couldn't bear it anymore. Thoughts of escape turned to satiate another need. Lulling her tongue and rubbing her vine-tightened mounds, she sat back down his rod. Mustering all her energy, she pulled up and dropped down again and again. As fast as she could. His passive pleasuring only further encouragement for her, trying to pull on him. As much as she could. Then let it sink back into her when her muscles ached.

More, she thought. She knew she would be bearing dragon eggs, but she needed more. Give it all to her. Every last drop. Take everything. Her body. Her mind. Her soul. All of it!

He tied more vines on her ankles, his hypnotic stare keeping her busy. Until he forced to her a second series of his hot essence. Her belly distended with each burst, stretching her womb and exposing the most hidden parts of her. The nerves overwhelming her into a lustful cry out in the air. Towards the gods. Not just her vent. Her womb was burning with intense need and bliss. She could feel peak after peak hosing out of her, wetting her legs and forming a puddle on the grass. Until she dropped onto his bulky chest, whimpering and shivering. No energy left to scream or build any walls of resistance. He fractured it all, her will broken and ready to serve him. Like a warm embrace, he placed a claw on her back. With a swift motion, Neesha winced. Her back stung and bled, with a claw mark of 3 gashes. "Let this mark reach your soul. For you are mine, forever."

Raeqar held her before standing back up, his knot keeping her in position, until he twisted her around. His member grinded her, still coursing seed into her as she displayed her back to him. He stepped forward, and pinned Neesha against a nearby tree, his member hoisting her off her feet. She held it for support, but gravity still pushed her. As deep as she could go onto his rod. And there, he placed his tongue on her wound. Neesha jolted from the pain. But scars sting at first. And she revered at the thought of the mark. A permanent mark of possession and ownership to a dragon. That none shall have her from here on.

He thrusted. Member slipping deeper and spreading further her distending cervix, before pulling back. Neesha's innards pulled and tugged, still showering him in the eternal orgasm from the last mating. Her belly scraped over the rough bark, mixing the seed about her uterus, and the vines binding her legs pulled to his thighs. More of it came as he tied them on each of her wrist. She was too focused on the third intercourse to care. His ridges were pinching the opposite and untouched wall of her vent. So close to her clitoris as well!

Raeqar crooned in her ear, leaning closer after having bound her in a vine harness of sorts. His front claws wrapped and squeezed at her breasts. Holding her still, he could pull a bit more, and thrust harder into her with delicate squeezes of her walls. How much more did he have inside him? How long do dragons mate for? Why is her lust not satiating? Oh why is his scent so good?

A strained moan escaped her lips. At this point, she would know he is cumming in her from his swelling shaft and stretching womb. He suddenly turned her back around and catapulted off the tree. Neesha waited to be slumped onto the ground. The vines around her tugged. Her legs pulled past his thighs. And her arms bound over his shoulders. He took his first step.

"Aaaaahhh!" Neesha screamed. She bobbed back and forth onto his member, the ridges tugging her sweet spots again and again. Oh he bound her so well. Nothing would move!

"Hush, my pet."

Neesha looked up. And a shocked cry was muffled from his kiss. A brief one, when she swung away from him and penetrated herself deeper with his dragonhood. He took another step. Another forced peak out of her tortured innards. Then he broke into a walk. The same intoxicating smell permeated the air, coming from between his legs. She looked down. A thick strand of white gold stretching from her vent and reaching the ground. Another breath. She quivered, her body becoming excited once again.

"You look tired and parched," the dragon said, unfurling his wings. Neesha's heart raced with anticipation. "Let us return to my den for the night. I have plenty for you to feed from." He beat his wings, torrents of wind rustling the trees. Neesha gave one final whimper, but also a smile to a wonderful miracle and life. From his first flap after lifting off the air, Neesha surrendered once again and spent the rest of the day in the endless cycle of need and climax.

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The next morning, in the wake of dawn, Neesha returned to her people, naked and in vines, but with renewed valour. Everyone at first was terrified, until a dragon stood beside her. A leash coming from between his hindlegs to her neck, limiting her to stand very close to him. She spoke to her people that day of what happened, how she found out her mother was a dragon, and how she is now expecting dragonic children. An offering was made for her people, one she willingly accepted: her life to the dragon in exchange for his protection. The snake tribe rejoiced, and erected statues of both Neesha and the dragon in a loving embrace in the centre of their plaza. A symbol of unity and power. But for her, the true symbol was on her back.

While Neesha could return to her duties, enlightening her people the teachings of Axtrix, her evenings would never be the same. Every night, the dragon subjected her to all forms of pleasure. She was not allowed to breathe anything but his powerful musk, even being forced to sleep on his wet slit. Even with his thick seed sticking inside her, she would be punished if they were to leak out of her, with him making her lap at her bowl of his syrup and her juices while he mates her again, with another bowl waiting below them! Oh his taste was potent like wine, clinging and invading all her senses long after she swallowed. And his load could bathe her. And at several moments, he did not hesitate to cover her in sticky dragon musk. To the outside world, the two were a loving pair. But just between them, Neesha enjoyed her 'eternal enslavement', never spared a day without being pregnant with their new clutch.

The tribe of Gnar reacted with anger and declared war with the Viktethi, which they suffered heavy casualties to the dragon. Soon, they and the rest of the tribes' leaders gathered once again, this time reform their alliance. Since then, peace was restored and the Viktethi tribe grew, both in strength and agriculture... and with dragons now roaming as guardians. Every day, Neesha would step out of the temple of Axtrix, Raeqar by her side. And smile to her people and children... with her hand resting on a waiting clutch of eggs.