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He raises himself up to his hind legs, and she can, for the first time, tremble at his mighty form. His scaled hide bulges with powerful and defined muscle, his horns and spikes exude the raw power of a true conquering warrior, and between his hind legs, escaping the large slit, is an even larger phallus, its bright green and vein-painted skin appearing softer than the scales upon his body, but nonetheless exude the power of his might.

"Oh fuck no..." Sylvair says, stumbling up to her feet. "You're gonna split me in half with that thing."

"I can be a gentle lover, or I can take what is mine by force," he growls.

She pushes herself to her hind legs, the bits of her glowing a bright blue as she grits her teeth together. "No way. You tricked me, Teragargax, you're not going to take me as your pet, no way, no how!"

"Oh, does the dragon maiden feel like sharpening her claws against a mighty wyrm such as myself? I'd love to see you try to do anything against me."

In her mind, Sylvari thinks You asked for it, and then she takes in a deep breath, the blue of her underscales and markings becoming bright as the fire within her wells up.

The dragon's eyes widen at the sight, obviously not expecting her to try and fight back quite like that. He moves his wings in front of him just as the brilliant fire blasts him at point-blank range!

Before the flames settle, the large form of Teragargax rushes forward, wrapping his claws around Sylvari's form, knocking her back against the pile of gold. He presses his body, his length against her, as she lays, wings pinned in the treasure. She scratches at him, but her claws do not penetrate his scales. She goes to bite at his neck, but her teeth are instantly deflected.

"Such fight you have in you. You will make a great mother, but I am no whelp. I am the sire of your brood. Now, accept your destiny."

He thrusts forward, and, for the first time in her life, Sylvari knows what it is like to have another being inside of her body. Her slit spreads to accomodate his girth and length. Her toes curl, heels digging against the coins, trying to find purchase to push away. Her head falls back, lying upon the coin as the warmth and the stiffness and the fullness registers all around her. It's alien, it's not right, it's not what is supposed to happen to her body.

And yet...

"I feel your heart," Teragargax says. "You know that this is the way of things. You know that this is your future. You think we dragons are constrained by human morality? No. We are greater than that. What we covet, we take, what treasure is ours, we hoard into your lairs. And now, you take from me my manhood, and you let it into your lair, or I shall be the one to take from you, and in doing so, give to you by force!" He grits his teeth, pushing deeper inside of her.

Sylvari's cries fill the chamber as her hands, once clinging so desperately to him to try and tear him away, fall to the sides. Her back relaxes. Her cries turn to gasps and groans, and his forceful pushing finally stops as he's hilted within her.

He nuzzles up along her neck, then rolls his tongue out, licking over her scales. "There... this isn't so bad, isn't it?" he asks. "Consider this the greatest lesson. You are mine, and what is mine is yours. Now take it!"

He pulls back, the feeling of emptiness taking over the dragon's form. Sylvari gasps as she feels herself without the fullness. She whines, whimpering for more, and he chuckles, knowing that he has her. "What is that I hear?" he asks. "Are you finally getting it?"

He leans down, his ear waiting by her mouth. The female huffs out a few breaths, closing her eyes, and gulping as she fights to form the words, to fight against saying them, to fight to scream them. All she can manage is a whisper, though it is louder than the most tumultuous of roars. "Don't leave me... unfilled..."

Teragargax nips right under her jaw and nuzzles her before he shoves his hips forward. His cock spreads her walls, burrowing deeper than before, filling her with both that now familiar pleasure and ending with a gasp of surprise.

"The more you open up to me, my dear," he begins, "the further I will go inside of you. And soon, not even your womb will be safe from my mighty rod!" With this proclamation, he pulls back again, the gold shifting down around them, but he doesn't care, and she has no time to care. He slams back into her, letting her arch her back and cry out as he touches even deeper into her. Her claws dig back into the gold, letting the coins run through her fingers, telling her that this is all hers, and for what price? This unbelievable feeling of fullness?

The fulfillment that Sylvari feels washes over her like a new beginning, yet there is a part of her, the part that used to be human, that remembers that she doesn't want this, yet most of her cries out in sheer pleasure as his draconic seed spills deep within her, filling her up, inseminating her body. Once he is done, he collapses on top of her, peacefully cooing as he snuggles up to her body.

Sylvari herself is stuck between the gold and the dragon, forced to lay there and contemplate her life. Soon, however, sleep does take a hold of her, and she drifts off with her new draconic 'husband.'

Their life continues the same for a few days. During this time, Teragargax would show her some new wonder of being a dragon. he would look to his regal, manly form and feel a flutter in her heart, but once they returned to their den, they were back to their wild and passionate lovemaking, turning from the most sophisticated of beings to madly fucking animals. Always, these sessions end with Teragargax releasing inside of her. He would never let his seed spilled anywhere else.