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A Kursed Reversal

Ching... claaaanng... changle...

"Ah! Just... guh! Let go! Ahhh!"

The musky smell of this ship's dungeon was just as bad as the dingy grime that tracked upon her fur. She tugged, pulled away, did everything she could to fight off the chains that kept her arms bound, but it just wouldn't budge. How was it this strong? The steel was rusted in areas, bent in others, yet somehow was still powerful enough to keep the blue-furred vixen its prisoner.

_Their_prisoner.

One call. She heard the call far in the distance when traveling with her tribe. It beckoned to her, tugged at her, drove her away from the safety of her home. And when she returned, she found... nothing. Gone were her friends and family, her life and everything she knew. All she had left was her staff, and even that had been taken away from her. She was just here in this galleon, drifting through foggy skies upon a war-torn planet. And there was nothing she could do to stop it.

General Scales. On planet Sauria, his name was synonymous with 'war' itself. The brutal dictator of the vicious SharpClaw clan, he knew not but death and terror, and he gleefully indulged in such acts at any given moment. Under him, his regime pushed over every inch of the planet, claiming land from all the major tribes; CloudRunner, EarthWalker, ThornTail, SnowHorn, LightFoot, HighTop, and yes, even the mighty RedEye. All find themselves being pushed beneath the heel of the vicious SharpClaws and their cruel leader.

Was her tribe among them? A clan of foxes who walked beneath the mighty feet of their saurian counterparts? Is that why she returned to see only bloodshed. No family, no friends, mother, father, all gone. Save for her staff, and the calling.

The_calling_.

The Cerinia tribe was often overlooked in comparison to the dinosaurs who called Sauria its home, for they were a race of canines. Primarily vixens - though dogs and wolves did make up some of their tribe - they were skilled in the usage of tools much like SharpClaws, but were also skilled in mystical arts. And none were as gifted in their arts as she was, their heroine, their hunter, their one day chieftain.

One day...

Such dreams seemed impossibly distant now as she sat within the hulls of this dingy, hovering ship, her wrists bound by silver chains. The rumors she heard on wayward tongues were not flattering; the things General Scales and his men do to females were not for the faint of heart. Hey, they needed to replenish their numbers somehow, and unfortunately, SharpClaws were known to be incredibly... virile.

These thoughts were not the thoughts a desperate vixen like herself should be having when trapped within the capital ship of the SharpClaw's brutal warlord. She needed to escape, less her fate be the same fate of many, many others who have been crushed beneath their vicious heel. So she pulled on her chains, harder and harder, feeling them shake and jostle within her grip. She wasn't the strongest, but she was far from weak, and that showed as metal continued to bend, further... further... further... until finally...

Crrraaaannnn!!! Blank!

"Gah!?"

She fell back, the locks still around her wrist, though the chain connecting her to the wall had been broken. She was freed for the time being, though was still caged like a rat. Her green eyes took a few moments to look up at the ceiling above, before sliding over towards the window hovering above this cell's cot. Well, at least this area had accommodations, as strange as that is. But in her position, she couldn't even think about getting sleep.

Pushing herself up against the dirty ground, the blue-furred vixen grimaced as some grime was tracked upon her body. Some of it was even enough to obscure her white tribal paintings, specifically that of the swirling sun on her hip. Just what was this substance? Mud? Or some other devious concoction of muck? She didn't want to know!

Chnnnnggg...!

"Haaah... I have to get out of here," she said to herself, her voice holding such elegance to it despite her abysmal situation.

Walking up to the cell's bars, the vixen clung to them as best she could, before giving a pull... that went nowhere. The bars rattled, but the same could be said for every aspect of the hovering galleon. It was both old, yet so incredibly formidable; was escape even possible?

But she didn't stop. If pulling on her chains was enough to free her, then maybe pulling on the bars of the galleon would be good enough to do likewise! So she pulled, and pulled, harder and harder... yet the bars did not budge. They remained strong and hard against her valiant strength, no matter how old they may have been. Eventually, all the strength she had left her, the vixen falling back on her buttocks, and her green eyes gazing towards a particularly smooth spot on the bars of her cell.

This one was flawless and reflective, meaning she could see herself. And what did she see staring back at her? The lovely face of a blue and white-furred vixen. She was young, around the age of eighteen or nineteen in fact. Her face and muzzle were a pure white, her nose black, her hair neck-length and blue, while her eyes were a beautiful green. She was a voluptuous vixen, one whose athleticism did not ruin her feminine figure in the least bit. If anything, it only heightened her beauty, making her the eye of all in her tribes.

With that in mind now... ah... what did that say for what _they'd_do to her?

"Come... on!" she shouted as she continued pulling on the bars of her confides, "I must get out of here! I cannot... ah!?"

Her hands slipped and she fell back, collapsing on the ground where a groan echoed from her lips. To say that she was expecting this would be quite the understatement, wouldn't it? Frustration flowed through her, and she felt the burning desire to just give up. But she could not give up, in fact, she could still hear the calls of her priestess echoing into her ears.

You are far stronger than than all of us, Krystal.

Yes, she was... and she needed to remember that. To give up now would be a slap in the face for all she loved, and she just could not have that. No matter what.

No matter what...

Grrrruuuuunnnnk!!!

The heavy sound of a door opening in the distance echoed all throughout the galleon's brig. Krystal pulled back, green eyes looking in the direction of the sound, but was incapable of seeing over the corner's edge. Whoever had entered the brig however, was coming closer and closer. She shivered in place for fear of what it may be, even tugged more on the bars in a last ditch effort to free herself. But of course, nothing would give, and her assailant finally appeared.

Over the edge of the corner she saw him; a burly raptor of a man. Green scales, long snout, reptilian red eyes, and light, spiked armor adorning his body. He wielded a spear in his hands, brandishing it in a protective manner as he approached her cell. Was it necessary? She was already bound by her wrists in such a belittling manner; there was nothing he could do to him.

And it seemed as if the raptor before her indulged in this situation. Holding all the power over a defenseless, bound vixen such as herself; truly the SharpClaws were a disgusting race.

"Look what we have here!" he said, a sinister, taunting grin adorning his lips, "The poor little foxxxxxxx... can't esssssscape! Gar har har!"

"You! Free me this instant!" Krystal shouted, her elegant voice in stark contrast to his brutal one, "And do not think for an instant that you are forgiven for this horrible atrocity!"

"Gar har har! Isssssss that all you have, priesssstesssss?" the raptor snarled back, his putrid laughter filling the air, "Don't you sssssee? You're trapped here with usssssssss! Not the other way around!"

Krystal had a few choice words for him, but at the moment, he was right. She was trapped with them, unable to escape or even properly defend herself. Not unless she could get her hands back on her staff, wherever that may be. If she could do that, then maybe she could make it out of this floating galleon.

"Tsk... then why are you here?" Krystal asked defiantly, her green eyes sharp like daggers, "You have already made me your prisoner. What, have you merely come to further cement your victory? To mock and belittle me?"

"Noooooooo, no, no," replied the raptor before her, "Instead, General Sssssscalesssss himsssssself wissssshessssss to ssssspeak with you."

"General Scales...?"

Krystal tensed up upon hearing his name. She knew he was on this galleon - it was his personal vessel after all - but why would he care to see her? Her mind immediately started to remember those horrible rumors she heard, of what General Scales does to females he finds...fetching. Just thinking about it made her shiver, but Krystal remained headstrong nonetheless.

She was a skilled vixen, one whose hunting prowess was second only to her magical aptitude. In a one on one setting, she had no doubts that she could best General Scales... even though he had already proven himself superior in their previous fight, which is why she was bound as she is now. But she had learned from their previous bought! If she could just get him in an enclosed environment, then she could overpower him! She knew it!

She_hoped_ for it.

"Ssssssssso, I am here to free you," said the raptor, his hand grabbing a large, bulky wheel at the side of Krystal's cage, "You ssssssshould be ssssssso lucky."

"I'll be sure to count my stars," Krystal replied sarcastically.

The large wheel spun around, causing the bars of Krystal's cell to steadily slid up and open. She was released from her cage, but due to the chains on her wrists, there wasn't much she could do. Perhaps she could take down this guard in front of her (he didn't look all that skilled), but even if she did, what then? She couldn't fight everyone off on this galleon with her wrists bound like they were, and it wouldn't be long until he appeared. And once he did, well, it would all be over.

It was frustrating, but she had to keep playing along, at least for the time being, at least until she got her hands on her staff again.

"Come on, vixxxxxxxen," said the raptor as he forcibly grabbed Krystal's chains, yanking her by her wrists, "General Sssscalessssss issssss not sssssomeone to keep waiting!"

"Grrrrgh! You monster!" the blue-furred fox snarled back, though she walked along with him regardless.

The other cells in this galleon were occupied by other prisoners of the SharpClaws' war, saurians who were either brutalized, or too dominated to keep on living. It was a terrible sight to see, and had Krystal looking away as if to spare herself the horror of staring at them. The SharpClaw who led her on however, seemingly took a perverse joy in their suffering, which only made Krystal angrier.

Just you wait, she thought to herself, You'll get yours soon. You all will get yours soon!

But she continued on, being led up the stairs of the galleon and upon the deck. It was raining now, the clouds this floating airship traveled through being turbulent and gray. Wind whipped one way and then the other, while water the weight of pebbles pelted one's body. The raptors on deck continued their work without hesitation, while the jailer continued to pull Krystal on. The eyes the slender vixen garnered from the others however, were so lecherous and lewd... it made her skin crawl and fur stand up on end. But she couldn't show fear, for if she did that, things would only get far, far worse.

She needed to remain strong and get her hands on her staff. Hah, just repeating that to herself was enough to lift her spirits, if only a little bit. All the while, the jailer finally brought Krystal to a pair of familiar doors at the back of the ship's deck, ones that were grandiose and majestic, and bore the relief of a Tyrannosaurus Rex's head upon its surface.

The grinning jailer from before became more humble and submissive the closer he came to the door. By the time they got to its surface, he was practically huddling against it, just shy of dropping down to his knees. Krystal was taken aback by his shift in personality, before gliding her eyes over towards the door herself.

"General Sssscalesssssss," said the now humble jailer, "I have brought for you the prissssssoner!"

Upon the sound of his voice, the doors suddenly quivered, a gust of wind billowing from its seams. Krystal was taken aback by the flow, her hair and fur fluttering, and a chill being sent down her spine. Such an explosion of power; only one being could exude this force. The further the door opened, the brighter the gleam of light on the other end. And yet she could see the shadow of a figure standing before her.

He was tall, taller than any bipedal creature she had seen outside of CloudRunners. But they were a lithe race, skinny and lanky. This man? No, he was tall and burly, a beast who looked like he could easily bend tempered steel by flexing alone. His body was adorned in green and yellow scales, ones that were hardened and toned through many years of vicious battle. And his eyes? Oooooh, such sharp eyes, typical of a reptile, and yet somehow even more intense when coming from him. It was the gaze that pierced into the depths of Krystal's very soul.

Despite resting on his own personal capital ship, this man's head was adorned in a spiked helmet. His upper torso meanwhile was covered in a light brown tunic, though it was parted open to flaunt his masculine chest. Was this his casual wear? It certainly matched with the aloof gaze in his eyes.

"Ah! There she is," he said, his gruff voice sending a quake through his deck, "The priestess girl: Krystal."

"It's 'princess', General Scales!" she snarled back, garnering a scoff from his mouth.

"Priestess... princess... what does that mean when you have nothing left?" the raptor asked, his arms crossed, "Perhaps we should call you the 'nothing girl' instead."

"Silence your tongue, General Scales!" Krystal shouted as she rushed at him, only to be stopped by the chains around her wrists. Not that she cared for it, "Hah! Do not think that this momentary victory decides the fate of my people!"

"None of that matters... not anymore," General Scales retorted, his head shaking, "Even if your people did survive our attack, they will fall soon after, as all have."

"Then why have you brought me here, General Scales? Just to further gloat before me?"

"In a way..." he replied, reaching down to grab her chin and lips forcefully, "I'm going to show you why no one can defeat the SharpClaws, and why we are the superior tribe," and then a sinister smile spread out upon his scaled lips, "Do not worry princess. By tonight, you too will start singing praises of our people."

Hearing such a threat naturally made Krystal's blood turn cold, though she gritted her teeth in some last, vain attempt to seem threatening. It had the opposite affect on someone like General Scales however, who knew full well when a person was merely trying to look strong. The way she quivered and shivered beneath his burly fingers, how her tail sprung up high, those beautiful green eyes that darted left and right quickly in search of some sort of escape... yesss, he had seen all of this so many, many times before.

These were the signs of fear.

"Come... the night is still so very, very young," General Scales said as he grabbed Krystal by her chains, yanking and pulling her into his bedroom.

"No! Gah! Let me go! Now!" the vixen shouted back, but in vain.

He continued pulling and yanking her deep into the galleon, while the sinister chuckles and laughter of his men echoed behind her. Krystal could feel sweat pouring along her fur as she was led deeper and deeper into the general's bedroom. No matter how much she fought, no matter how much she struggled, General Scales' strength was absolute.

Krystal yanked and pulled on her chains, but all that served to do was tire her out more and send a rattling through the air. General Scales clearly wasn't going to let go, hell, he even took joy in the way she struggled. But amid all the struggling, amid all the terror that ran through her veins, Krystal felt a twitch run through her. It was strange, but it felt like someone was scratching the back of her ear. The longer it went on though, the more that twitching grew unbearable. It frustrated Krystal greatly; both her fate, and this itching at her ear. But before it could reach the point where it would grow too unbearable, it all suddenly went away.

And a voice replaced it.

Do not worry... calm down... it said.

"Wh... what?"

Green eyes widening, Krystal stared ahead into the bedroom they had entered into. General Scales' galleon was wretched and grimy, meant only for destructive business, and absolutely nothing for pleasure. The general's personal bedroom however, was in stark contrast to all of this.

On all ends there was such fine, golden rugs and blankets, adorning the floor, the bed, with elegant tapestries hanging on the windows. They had the markings of various tribes on them too, from EarthWalker to CloudRunner. No doubt stolen from their palaces and shrines, all to be General Scales' furniture. How despicable.

Ah! But what's that!? There it was, resting on the eastern wall atop a drawer and sitting on a stand was--

"My staff!" Krystal shouted out.

Elegant and long, it was primarily gold, though its handle had purple-blue lines running along it. One end was larger than the other, appearing like a thick - though closed in - fork, with a blue jewel resting in the center. It's other end was more spear-like, though it too had a blue jewel resting within it.

It was indeed Krystal's staff, and just being in the vicinity of it was seemingly enough to imbue the vixen with hope, with power.

"Come here..."

It was almost all dashed away when General Scales forcibly threw her upon his bed, triggering a grunt from the bound vixen. Looking up to the lead raptor, she watched as he walked over to her staff, touching it with his filthy hands. The mere sight of him touching her belongings was enough to make Krystal snarl, but the general did not stop. He stroked it, as if in awe of its marvelous structure. Its every touch sent a shiver down Krystal's spine, further angering the vixen.

"Stop it! Get your hands off of my staff!"

"Why...?" asked General Scales in a sardonic manner, "Are you afraid of what I will do to it? You'd better be afraid of what I'll do to you."

"You're a brute. A monster!" Krystal shouted, "And its clear that the only way you can have a female, is by forcing your way upon her!"

"Hmm...good," he answered, taking Krystal aback.

"Wh... what...?"

"It's more fun when they struggle," General Scales said as he turned to face Krystal directly, "I wonder... just how much can I make _you_struggle?"

Slowly he began walking for her the bed, making Krystal pull away. But the slinking chain her wrists were attached to was quickly snatched up into Scales' powerful hands. He tugged on the chain, forcing Krystal towards him and triggering a gasp from her lips. Flopping forward, her green eyes gazed up towards the raptor's face, reading the demented smirk that laid on his lips.

Chang!

"Ah!?"

Pulling on her wrist chains yet again, he forced Krystal's face up against his crotch, making her groan in a horrified manner. The vixen was just as quick to move away, but with General Scales' hand on her bonds, she couldn't get too far away. He started pulling again, more and more, bringing her closer towards his crotch, even as she snarled back in a defiant manner.

But as he said before, that struggle just made things more fun for him. His grin grew in size, and something else was growing between his legs. It didn't take long for Krystal to notice it, looking down towards his crotch where she saw a visible lump forming within his casual slacks. Bigger and bigger, thicker and thicker, Krystal knew what that was.

"No, p-please, not that..." she said at an almost lost of words.

"Heh heh heh... what happened to all that bravado you had?" the general asked, his tone malicious and belittling, "You suddenly realize how defeated you are?"

She gritted her teeth, but couldn't really say anything. The mere sight of his rapidly hardening lump was enough to make her lose strength, no matter how much she tried to play it off. Krystal could feel her blood chilling at the sight... while that itching returned to the back of her ear.

Just what was that?

Don't be afraid of it... you need it...

Okay, what? Where was that voice coming from? It was like someone was whispering into her ear, someone older, someone masculine, someone who sounded as if they were both right behind her, yet far away. His voice echoed, reverberating within her ears, over and over again, before fading away like a ghastly specter.

When the voice vanished, Krystal returned to reality, watching as General Scales undid the buckle on his pants. It fell loose around his hips once freed, and his free hand shifted under the waistband of his garments to grip upon his steadily forming manhood. Krystal's eyes grew wide, her pupils getting small, all as the SharpClaw leader fetched and pulled out his length. There was no build up, no slow reveal, no, General Scales merely pulled his thick, musky penis right out from his pants.

It was so long and pink, standing in stark contrast to the rest of his body. A thick penis as well, it's tip was sharp like a javelin, and its base was enlarged, much like a knot. A knot with slight barbs on it as well. It stood proud in the air, having already grown to its maximum length of being around eight or nine inches.

The mere sight of this towering pole was enough to make Krystal's mouth grow wide, her tail falling slack between her legs. She couldn't believe she was face to face with it, and that disbelief was blatant. All the while, General Scales grinned from cheek to cheek, even flashing his sharp fangs as he eyed his captive pray.

All the while, his cock steadily grow closer and closer, with Krystal tensing up in response. She didn't know how to handle the situation, and to make matters worse, General Scales grabbed her by the back of her head. Oh... oh! That's where things were going! He wanted her to put her mouth on his...

Oh my no! How could anyone do something so disgusting!?

"No! I don't! I can't!" Krystal shouted, though General Scales remained adamant and his grip remained strong.

"No, no! Don't say 'no' quite yet," he replied in a snarky manner, "Who knows... you just might like the taste!"

"Y-you monster!"

This was a lose-lose situation, and Krystal knew it. Either she gave in to his demands and did something disgusting, or she continued to struggle and only make this more enjoyable for the despotic general. Even worse, he'd force her on his cock regardless, meaning she'd be forced to suck his length.

Ack, its odor was repugnant, and the sweat that oozed upon it gave it quite the sheen. Defiantly Krystal glared up at General Scales, even bore her fangs at him But that abrasive face only made his dick throb, a bit of precum oozing from his slit. Krystal kept glaring between his cock and his face, unable to choose which one was worse.

And then that tickling at her ear... itching, itching, itching... and then whispering.

Don't be afraid of it... suck it.

Okay, she must be going crazy, because now that voice was telling her to suck his dick!? She couldn't imagine doing something so disgusting, so heinous! She fought against it, even thinking back--

No! I can't! I won't!

But you must, that voice replied, If you do it, it will make you stronger...

Now she was just confused, and that showed on her face. Krystal looked perplexed, which in turn caused General Scales to cock his head in a confuse manner. He clearly was unaware of what was going on in her head.

Do it, Krystal... that voice continued, Do it... heh heh heh... it's not like you have much of a choice...

Well, the voice was right about one thing; she couldn't choose whether to suck his dick or not. It was pointing at her face, General Scales had his hand on her head, and her wrists were still bound. She could try for her staff, but she'd still need to make her way through him. Besides, is it better to be forced down like an animal, or take it on your own terms? Krystal went with the latter.

"Aaaaaawwww..."

"Heh heh heh... there it is," General Scales said in a taunting manner, "See? Is that too hard? Open your mouth and take it..."

Krystal was defiant, and it showed on her face. If looks could kill, well, her eyes would have torn him to shreds a thousand times over now. Nevertheless, the tribal princess opened her mouth, and slowly took General Scales' cock in between her lips.

The first touch of her lips upon his dick burned like fire. Was his cock that hot, or was she just that put off by the situation? Regardless, Krystal pushed on, sliding that dick into her mouth, where she slowly pushed in against him. Gagging softly, her eyes closed for a brief moment, only to reopen and glare at him. All the while, her head continued pushing down and down.

The first touch of her tongue on his dick, sent a burst of delicious_flavor through it. It was..._surprising, to say the least. She thought it would taste putrid, horrible, disgusting, but it didn't. It carried with it this heavy, masculine scent, the kind of odor that only a mighty male could give. Hey, evil though General Scales may be, no one said he wasn't physically powerful.

The weight of his dick pushed down on Krystal's mouth, widening it open a tiny bit, and garnering a slight cough from her as well. And yet she kept pushing it in, soon having tasted a bit of his precum. It was just as delicious as his dick, no, even more so. Feeling it pool on her tongue, it held this bitter flavor to it that was so incredibly irresistible. In turn, Krystal gave an involuntary groan along his dick, a bit of pleasure even revealing itself upon her face.

And she felt stronger because of it.

"Heh heh heh heh heh... I knew you'd come around sooner or later," General Scales remarked, his grip on Krystal's head growing lax, "Enjoy it, princess... you'll be servicing it far more often in the future..."

Rgh, she wanted to bite his dick off right this moment! But despite her abrasiveness, Krystal continued her nubile fellatio. The vixen's tongue was slow, lacking in strength lacking in desire. It remained slack, but ever so briefly would rub along the underside of Scales' dick. Every struck of her tongue on his dick sent flavor into her mouth, and every bit of flavor further sent a surge of power through her.

"Hrrrrggghh..."

Such a groan did not go unnoticed by the SharpClaw general, whose grin grew even wider. Sharp teeth now showed in full, he reveled in the feeling of breaking Krystal down, watching as her lips sank more and more on his cock. With every inch his length sank into her mouth, a pulsing of pleasure surged through the general's body. He even leaned back, letting a deep moan leave his scaled lips.

"Haaaah... that's more like it, princess," he said in a demeaning manner, "Mmmmm... service your master..."

How could a creature be so egotistical? It was frustrating even to think about! But Krystal continued on, feeling his weighty cock weigh even further down on her mouth and jaw. The deeper it went, the tastier it became, triggering deep moans from the azure vixen. Even Krystal's face started to grow more and more relaxed, while Scales' dick started to even rub against the entrance to her throat.

To enjoy such a despicable act... it was infuriating, belittling even. So why was she starting to enjoy it? The longer this went on, the more Krystal found her mind melting into the pleasure. The taste of a randy male's body was new to her, but the longer this went on, the more familiar she became with it. Her tongue even grew more courageous, slicking along the underside of Scales' dick with more energy than before. Her excitement drew more excitement from the general, his dick giving a needy throb. In doing so, a heavy squirt of precum shot from his cock, landing in Krystal's mouth like a splash of water.

Her eyes widened with shock, his fluids having coated every inch of her tongue. It was spicy, but with a flavor and taste she had almost no comparison to. It even carried with it a bitter twang, that further made it hard to compare something to. Krystal knew one thing however.

She liked it. She liked it a lot. Its feeling, texture and taste was like a hit of a drug she never knew she wanted, but now that she had it, she didn't want to give it up. How could something so incredible exist in this world? In any world for that matter? To slid his filthy dick into her mouth, now gifted her with a taste of something she never wanted to be without.

And it gifted her something else as well.

Krystal felt a surge of energy flow through her, one that made her veins even pulse. She felt strong, stronger than she'd ever felt in her entire life. Strong enough to hunt without aid from the rest of her tribe. Strong enough to perform all sorts of wondrous actions with her magical abilities. Strong enough to overpower General Scales then?

Maybe... but she was still confused about why she felt so strong. What was going on with her body to cause this?

And that voice... it returned to her.

Make him orgasm... it said, so ominous, so imposing, yet still guiding her forward, It strengthens you. If you make him orgasm, you should be strong enough to break free of your bonds.

Before, Krystal would have fought against such a thought, but with how strong she felt from Scales' precum alone, she knew she couldn't argue with that strange voice. So she nodded, her bound hands rising up to touch upon the general's cock. Cupping around them as best they could, she started stroking his dick back and forth, her green eyes reopening to look so defiant into his face. General Scales merely grinned back, finding it so entertaining.

"One moment you're killing me with your eyes, the next moment your moaning like a bitch, and then you go back to trying to murder me," he remarked with a sassy grin, "Heh heh... I find you to be so funny, princess... here..." with a yank of her bonds, he pulled her hands further on his cock, "Keep stroking. Harder..."

"Hrrrrrggghhh!"

She had a few choice words for him, but with her mouth full of dick, she couldn't really say them, could she? Instead she sucked in air through her nose, nodded, and then began to pump her hand upon his dick, harder and harder. Her fingers were soft and slender, stroking along his dick without much skill. Didn't matter if she was trying to please him however; the mere act of her jerking him off was enough to heighten General Scales' pleasure. He indulged in this exhibition of force, moaning as her fingers ran along his thick, veiny penis. Every stroke and touch brought forth randy twitches, while he readied his devilish surprise for the azure vixen. Balls swaying, knot inflating, even more pre leaking from the tip, General Scales was right there, itching closer and closer and closer.

Krystal could feel it and she could smell it. His body was getting hotter, sweatier, and that musky scent lowed through her nose as she took a deep, deep breath. A virgin, she had never experienced the pleasures of the body before, did not know what it would be like to see and feel a man climax.

General Scales did not care however, his hands reaching out to suddenly grab Krystal forcefully by the back of her head. A grunt was forced from her throat as he did so, her eyes growing wide. All the while, General Scales allowed his sinister grin to dominate his face. Then he pulled back, far, far, far back, to the point that his cock was just barely hanging on his lips. Krystal didn't know what he was about to do... until he did it.

PAT!

With one thrust up, he slammed his cock into her mouth, causing Krystal to gag and cough. Her eyes were even wider now with surprise, while the raptor captor pulled back. And then...

PAT!

Again, that veiny dick shot into her mouth, stroking along her tongue, teeth and gums without any resistance. Krystal coughed around his cock, while his heavy balls slapped against her chin. Fuck it was all too much to bare! But General Scales did not care!

PAT!

Another sudden thrust, but this time, he made sure to bury his cock deep into Krystal's mouth. She groaned hard, eyes closing shut, tears streaming from them, while his dick choked her more and more and more. It was impossible to breathe, her mind turning blank as darkness surrounded her. All she smelled and tasted was that of General Scales' body, and it rapidly began to overwhelm her. Deeper... deeper... deeper... deeper... deeper!

"Hhhnng... hhhggghhh... hah... hah... HAAAAAAAHHHH!!!"

With a roar that shook his room, General Scales shot out a torrent of seed all into Krystal's mouth. Her eyes doubled in size, the taste of seed being overpowering. It squirted into her mouth, coated her throat, and even bubbled up enough to come shooting from her nostrils. General Scales must have either been incredibly backed up during his campaign, or he was a breeding stud.

But Krystal? Oooooh, cum dominated her. Feeling that spicy, bitter seed fill her mouth, was akin to drowning above water in fire. But this fire did not burn... no, this fire tasted so fucking good. Feeling it ooze along her mouth like gelatin, soaking deep into her tongue and gums whilst coaxing moans out of her, Krystal let her eyes roll back in pure ecstasy.

How could something this amazing exist? Aaaaahh...

"Heh heh... haaaahh..."

Poump!

Falling into his bed, General Scales gave a taunting smile to Krystal, while his cock slipped out of her mouth. She looked so whorish now; her eyes glazed over, her mouth in an 'o', cum oozing from her lips and nose while some had splattered on her cheek. What would her people see now? Their darling princess? Or a shameless slut? The mere thought of it - of sullying this once pristine gem - was enough to give General Scales so much pleasure.

All the while, Krystal remained rigid and still like a statue. She only moved to breathe, while her green eyes looked into the distance. Breathing... breathing... breathing... moaning... moaning... moaning... and then.

"Ah... nnnaaaah... gulp..."

She swallowed his spunk without hesitation. Hell, she didn't even think about spitting it out. And when that cum oozed down her throat and into her belly...

"Nnnghhh!"

A swelling of strength fueled her form.

This was bigger than before, better too. Krystal's eyes even grew sharper, like she could see every finite detail in the room. From the smallest wood chip, to the fancy linen of the bed sheets; nothing was spared her suddenly intense eyes. Hell, Krystal could even easily count out every tooth along General Scales' taunting smile.

But this growth in strength was more than just her eyes; Krystal could even hear better. From the subtle sounds of the general's beating heart, to even a few wayward conversations going on within the floating boat. Yet it wasn't overwhelming, wasn't confusing. No... it was bearable, much like her eyesight.

But above all, what Krystal felt flowing through her body, was_power_. The kind of physical power that only a titan could have. The strength to move even the mighty EarthWalkers and SnowHorns, perhaps even overpower the great RedEyes. Krystal felt more powerful now than she ever had in her entire life!

So these chains around her wrists? They were nothing to her.

"What are you doing, princess?" General Scales asked in a taunting manner, watching as Krystal raised her bound hands.

To his amusement, he watched as she pulled her hands apart, fighting against the metal bonds of her chains. Sure, they weren't the mightiest, but her strength would be nothing compared to them.

Should be nothing.

Instead Krystal pulled and pulled, the audible sound of metal bending echoing out, which caused General Scales to rise up slightly. Eyes locked on the bonds on her hand, he heard her growl as she pulled more and more, a crack even forming along the chain's surface. This crack widened, splintering along the surface of Krystal's bonds where it eventually--

SCRAT!

Tore apart, right before General Scales' shocked eyes. He looked at the vixen's hands, astonished at the physical might she suddenly unveiled.

Krystal's body was feminine, and while it was athletic, her form did not match the strength she'd need to break her bonds. But she did it regardless, freeing herself right before General Scales' with her chest pushed out in a bombastic manner. And as the shattered pieces of her chains fell around her, she raised up sightly, her verdant eyes peering straight towards the raptor with looks that could kill.

"Now then... you were saying, General Scales?" Krystal said in a taunting tone.

"What? How did you break out of your chains!?" he snarled back whilst propping himself up on his bed, eyes glaring directly at Krystal's face.

"What's wrong? Scared by my strength?" she merely replied, a grin steadily adorning her lips, "You should be! Go ahead: try me!"

"Foolish bitch!" he shouted whilst steadily rising from his bed, "Even that power is not enough to deter General Scales!"

No longer enjoying the situation, the raptor raised his fist, taking aim squarely with Krystal's face. But the azure vixen remained smug, the strength she felt still flowing through her veins. She felt better now than she ever had in her entire life, and she was ready to prove it.

The air had shifted in this room, the winds directly behind Krystal's sails. General Scales' face twitched at the sight of her acting all high and mighty, and he pulled his fist back to silence her once and for all. No hesitation, no baiting, no nothing; the mad general merely threw one hard punch straight for Krystal's face!

Pat!

And she caught it. His fist landed squarely in Krystal's palm, the azure vixen holding him like she had effortlessly caught a ball out of the sky. Astonished, the SharpClaw general's eyes grew wide with disbelief. With a mere scoff, Krystal merely twisted her wrist, tossing Scales away into the corner of the room.

THRASH!!!

His body collided with the drawer that contained her staff, breaking it beneath his body and causing her weapon to fall upon the floor. On the outside, his men heard the crash, thinking their general was getting particularly spicy tonight. On the inside, this could not be any further from the truth.

Rubbing his hand where he had been thrown from, General Scales watched as Krystal steadily walked towards him. Her tight, tribal clothing hugged close to her body, allowing him to see every finite movement of her slender, athletic frame. Such a sensual body, with hips that swayed to further taunt and tease him. But her eyes?

Those eyes...

Sharp and green, they peered into the very depths of the general's soul. And what did Krystal see? Nothing but darkness. His soul was demented and evil, lacking any sort of compassion, forgiveness, or mercy. So that's what she was going to show him: no compassion, no forgiveness, and no mercy.

"Do you think I'm afraid of you, princess!?" he snarled, his claws racking against the floor, "I'll break you, then I'll throw what is left to be played with by my crew!"

"Do it then! Call your crew and show your cowardice, General Scales!" Krystal taunted as she grabbed her opulent staff from off the ground, "I feel stronger than I ever have in my entire life! I doubt they'll amount to much against me either! But until then..."

JABBBBB!!!

Krystal slammed her staff into the ground, stabbing and pinning it to the side of General Scales' head. He looked over towards the staff, then up towards Krystal as she drew closer and closer.

Her expression had shifted. Gone was that powerful face of growing dominance, replacing it was pure, slutty lust. Her lips were curled into a horny smile, her green eyes hazy and with a twinge of pink in them, and her face was turning redder and redder with every passing moment. Reaching down, Krystal grabbed the sarong of her tribal bottoms, pulling it up to flaunt her panties. She had become so wet so quickly, that it made her panties shear, allowing the general to see her pink pussy on the other end.

"You're mine now," Krystal said lewdly as well as imposingly, "Aaaaallll miiiiiinnneee..."

"Gulp..."

Now it was General Scales' turn to start sweating bullets.

"Hrghk!?"

Krystal suddenly grabbed him by his collar, pulling him right up towards her face. They were away from one another for only a few inches, before...

"Mmmff..."

Krystal kissed him on the lips, and she did so hard. When their lips met, General Scales' tongue was immediately pulled into her mouth, swirling around hers. He was the one who was now still and immobile, unable to fight off the azure vixen as she utterly dominated the kiss. It was not a wrestle of tongues, it was a pure massacre, with Krystal kissing him down, further and further.

Air was stolen from the general who was trying desperately to breath through his nose, but unable to do so. He was drowning in this kiss, growing lightheaded while Krystal remained calm and in control. Deeper and deeper, stealing the air right out of her enemy's lungs. And right before he could drift off into unconsciousness--

"Mffwaaaah!"

"GUUUUHH!!!"

Krystal pulled away, allowing General Scales to gasp for breath like he had just come up from underwater. He didn't have much time to relax though, for Krystal suddenly sat down right on his lap. She still felt as light as a feather, but when her hand pressed upon his chest, it was like a metal ton had landed on him. He was pinned even further to the ground, both by her spear, and now by her empowered body. It left the general blithering, trying to figure out just what the hell was going on.

Krystal merely grinned.

"Whaaaat? Something wrong, general?" Krystal asked in a mocking manner, "Fox got your tongue?"

"D-damn you!" he shouted as he tried to push back against her, only for the vixen to slam him back upon the ground with a loud 'THUD!' "Gah!?"

"You may be angry, but your cock sure is hard," Krystal said, her grin turning into something more sinister as she looked over her shoulder, "Mmm... I feel it rubbing up against my butt."

And how. It slid under her sarong, where it rubbed against the crack of her ass and along her panties. Moving her hips up and down, the vixen further taunted her enemy, before looking down at him with a crazed grin.

"Gah hah hah! Now I get it! You are right, General Scales! It is more fun when they struggle!"

Her finger closing in, Krystal grabbed a handful of the raptor's shirt in her palm, then she slammed him down against the floor. With General Scales dazed for the time being, the lustful fox reached around to grab his thick cock. Weren't boys supposed to go down after they climax? Then why was he so hard still?

Eh, did it really even matter?

Rubbing his penis, Krystal lined it up with her pussy as she rose her hips up. She was a virgin, never knowing the touch of a man in such an amorous setting. But despite that, she got his cock ready to penetrate her. There was no hesitation, no build up, no nothing; Krystal wanted him, and she wanted him now! Nothing would get in her way!

Not even her panties.

Rriiiipp!!!

Sliiiiickkkk!!!

"Huuuunnngghhhghhhh...!"

Green eyes rolling back, Krystal penetrated herself on General Scales' cock, pushing it through her panties where it tore through them. It then slicked right up into her womanhood, where she began to push it in deeper and deeper. There was resistance, but the resistance General Scales felt only made the sex that much better. Her pussy was tight, running along his cock, and wrapping it in endless warmth and moistness. But then he felt it, felt her seal brushing up against his dick. Her hymen, her last vestige of purity, her--

"GNNGNH!!!"

And Krystal tore straight through it with no hesitation on her part. There was an intense swelling of burning, searing pain, then a few moments of numbness, and after that... nothing but pleasure. Endless, amazing, pleasure. Krystal let out a deep and powerful moan as his cock pushed deeper and deeper into her pussy, filling her out with almost no space to move. The veins of his cock stroked along her velvety walls, and as she sank in deeper, she felt the barbs on his knot brush along the entrance to her pussy.

"Hah.... heh heh... hoooooohh...!"

"Gaaooooooooh!!!"

General Scales howled as well, the tightness of Krystal's cunt being unlike any other female he had ever slept with. It held him in so deep and close, allowing for almost no movement on his end. No, no, all of this was for Krystal and Krystal alone; she decided on whether or not she wanted him to move. With her hand on his chest, her staff beside his head, and his cock held hostage by her pussy, General Scales was trapped.

And Krystal was just getting started!

Slowly she brought her hips up, stroking over every inch of his cock with her cunt. The general was left crooning back as he felt the euphoria that was her perfect pussy. It left him momentarily, before she suddenly came driving back down with a loud--

PAT!

The room even shook slightly from the thrust down, with Krystal's ass clapping against his pelvis. It was a powerful push down, one that made her breasts and hair bounce, and General Scales' balls jiggle. He even gave a loud moan from the impact, while Krystal drew up to do it all over again.

PAT!

"Gah-haah!"

His roars were like music to Krystal's ears, and she indulged in them. Desiring to hear more, she drew her body up yet again, that grin of hers growing wider and wider.

PAT!

So this is the power of sex, huh? This is what it did to her? Made her stronger and stronger? Krystal needed it then, she needed all_of it! And she knew exactly how to get it, right down there, right in his nuts! Those hefty balls of his would gift her what she needed; the power... the _pleasure.

All of it!

PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

"NO! NOOOOOOOHHH!!! HOOOOOUUUUHHHHHH!!!"

With every push down, Krystal shoved is cock deep into her, feeling that big, thick meat slick along every inch of her pussy. The vixen's face was a strange mixture of frenzied lust, and undeniable craze: one eye was larger than the other, her mouth was wide in a deranged smile, and her tongue hung out with slobbering drool. Krystal's ass clapped against his pelvis with such heavy claps, the bedroom rumbling more and more. Fixtures in the bedroom shook and rattled beneath their fucking bodies, with some falling over fully upon the floor. Krystal's backed arched, her chest pushing out as such loud, shameless moans left her, enjoying this senseless fucking.

Hotter and hotter her body became, that explosive fire once again alight deep within her body. When her green eyes looked down, they fell upon General Scales' big, beefy, defeated body. He couldn't manage a counterattack even if he wanted to with how she had him pressed and flailing. Her hand on his chest was just that strong, and her hips bounced and down like she was breaking in a wild CloudRunner. Stronger pounds, stronger thrusts, stronger everything, and her body only continued to increase in power. General Scales felt himself being broken, his bones wobbling beneath every pound, his eyes rolling back, all while pleasure surged through his dick.

More... more... more!!!

"Gaaahhh! Rrrrgghhhh! Ghrraaaaagghhh!"

"Hah hah hah! What's wrong, general? You can't take it anymore?" claws extending, she tore through his shirt and scratched upon his chest below, "Mmmmmm...! I need it though! I need all of it! And I won't stop until I get it! Such a big, powerful body... mmmm... you'll make me even stronger!!!"

Both hands moving over to General Scales' chest, Krystal pinned him down even further, her legs raising in a squatted position upon his cock. He looked towards his face, once again meeting that expression of frenzied lust that had overtaken the princess. He didn't know what to say but one thing was clear; he had never been more afraid of anything than this girl right now.

So this is what it feels like...

His balls were churning, knot inflating, and Krystal knew it. One last act to make his defeat perfect, and she knew how to do it. Her thrusting grew harder, forcefully drawing every inch of his cock deeper into her pussy. He felt the intensity increase as well, the top of his knot bouncing against her cunt. Lips trembling, there was nothing he could do to stop her from finally slipping it inside of her.

And she did...

"Nnnn... mmmmm... haaaaaah!" aaaaand... "HAH!"

"GRAAH!?"

POP!

With one final thrust, Krystal slammed his knot into her pussy whole. General Scales' eyes widened in realization, for now every inch of his dick laid inside the azure vixen's womanhood. It was so large, it formed a visible lump within her, especially that knot. To think that a virgin could take all of that without breaking into pieces; it was impossible! Just as impossible as her overpowering him in the first place, yet here we are.

The vixen herself was overwhelmed with an intense pleasure of having her tight, virgin pussy being stretched out to an impossible degree. It hurt, but that pain only mixed with the pleasure, adding to it. Was she a masochist or something? Or was this the feeling of amazing sex? Krystal didn't know, and she didn't care; she just knew she loved it!

But General Scales wasn't going to go down without a fight. His balls rushing, he readied one last attempt to fend her off by throwing a fist straight towards Krystal's chest. Despite being in a haven of lust and pleasure, the vixen still had enough wherewithal to grab the raptor's fist by his wrist, stopping him.

Grinning, Krytal's thumb began to rub along his wrist, coaxing open his three-fingered hand. Slowly he brought it open, slipping it right beneath her tribal top so that he could palm her breasts directly. Then she squeezed her hand over his hand, forcing him to squeeze her tit as well.

"You... you're mine now," Krystal said, "Hah hah! Hah hah hah! Hahahahahahahaha! AAALLL MIINNNNNEEEE!"

She gave a twist with her hips. That's all she needed to do.

"GAAAAAAAARRHHHHHH!!!"

Throwing his head back, General Scales let out an uncontrollable roar as his knot inflated to nearly double the size. In doing so, it fully locked them together for the foreseeable future, while his balls drew up close. When it did...

"HAAAAAAHHHHHHHNNNN!!!"

Krystal let her head lay back, feeling his hot, thick spunk fill her pussy to the absolute brim. Just like before when he came into her mouth, it coated her womanhood in nothing but white. But this time it was even more intense than before.

Krystal didn't just feel her body being lit up with flames, but her_soul_ as well. It fueled her like an energy she didn't understand, once again giving her a swelling of power that built higher and higher and higher. And when it finally hit its zenith, Krystal did too.

"Haa... haaaa... hnnnnghh... HAAAAAAAHHHH!!!"

Her pussy twitched and throbbed, squeezing down hard around the general's cock and milking it further. A few more suckles, one after another, until she finally just couldn't go anymore.

SQUIRRRRRT!!!

Her clear juices oozed down along the general's cock, streaming deeper and deeper, before an arch of her fluids streamed from her cunt. It sprinkled and sprayed all over General Scales' chest and face, covering it in clear juices and making his green scales glow in their new sheen. Krystal's feminine orgasm was thick and spicy, catching upon his lips and allowing him to taste her. He groaned from the taste, his eyes closing shut as exhaustion covered him from head to toe.

He just couldn't move anymore; it left him dazed and silent, his eyes closed shut.

Knocked out.

"Haaa... haaahh... haaahh..."

Panting softly, Krystal looked down upon the unconscious general, the heat and lust that rushed through her body steadily dying down. In return, Krystal came to her senses, pulling up softly, only for a yip to escape her. Right, right, that knot would keep them bound for a while now, wouldn't it?

But... what the hell just happened? Why did she feel so strong? Krystal felt like a goddess given form; nothing could stop her! If she wanted to, she could tear General Scales to shreds, as well as everyone else on this floating boat! How... how did that happen?

That voice. Right, that voice! It was the one who guided her to do this, the one who told her what she could do. Was it still there?

"Y-you..." Krystal said amid pants, "You! That voice! You!"

Heh heh heh... do you feel it now? How much stronger you have become?

"What is the meaning of this? How did this happen? What..." she raised her hands, looking at them, "What is wrong with me!?"

Nothing is wrong with you, Krystal. You're just so much more powerful now.

"But how!?" she cried back, "This isn't normal!"

With this power you now have, none could hope to defeat you. You'll be the queen of the SharpClaws. No... you'll be the queen of Sauria itself...

The queen of the SharpClaws? The queen of all of Sauria? That... that did have a lovely ring to it, didn't it? Felt nice to even think about. Heh, it placated Krystal for the time being, made her smile. These horrid SharpClaws. Beneath her guidance, perhaps she could make them into something more, something... better.

And, well, even if she couldn't, the sex was still too good to past up. Nevertheless, Krystal was curious and she needed to know one thing before she did anything reckless.

"Who... who are you?" she asked of the voice.

And even if it had no body, no corporal being, it was like Krystal could see it smirking.

My name is Andross...