The Secrets of a Dragon - Chapter 2
#2 of The Secrets of a Dragon
This took me longer than I want it to--everything I procrastinated came up at the same time and I got too focused on chapter 9--, but after five revisions here is the revised chapter 2. Something I forgot to mention in the first chapter, this based on the season one dragon-forms, though I doubt it will change much.
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At 7:30, on Saturday, Jake could be found pacing the length of his room, contemplating his future and past actions.
"What am I going to do?" he groaned aloud to himself. "Somebody knows what I did, and if I don't go, the world will know. But how can I? I would be selling myself, or at least my body to keep my secret. Is it worth it? I could ask Gramps or Fu for help. Everybody does it, so why should it matter...? It's the Dragon Council. They're why I must go, to remain a dragon...and to make sure they don't do anything to Gramps, since he's my Dragon Master.... What's going to happen to me if I go...? Is being a dragon so great...? Yes. I don't want to give this life up. I love being a dragon.... I can't give this up."
Jake, shortly thereafter, snuck out of his bedroom window into the moonlit night, and with the shout of "Dragon up," he transformed into his draconic form. Flying high, he quickly found the tallest building surrounding his favorite skate park, assuming it to be the one specified by the note.
"Hello? Is anybody here?" he said loudly, upon landing.
"Yes, there is," replied the familiar voice of Huntsgirl.
Surprised, Jake responded, trying to hide his astonishment and embarrassment that she was the one who was blackmailing him with a voice of seduction, "Babe, you didn't need to do all this to ride the American Dragon. I'm ready whenever you are."
Huntsgirl moved close to Jake. She placed her hand on the underside of Jake's snout, as she answered in the sweetest of voices, "I'm not having sex with you. I would not belittle myself by having you inside of me. You will be riding him." At the final word, she gave a nod towards something behind Jake.
"Him?" said Jake, fear creeping into his voice, as he backed away from Huntsgirl. From behind him, he heard the sound of large heavy footsteps moving against the cement of the roof, with scraping claws.
As he turned around, Huntsgirl replied, "Him."
Jake quickly looked everywhere within the range of his sight and smiling, he said, the seduction returning to his voice, "Nice try, babe, but it looks like someone is going for a ride." He turned back to her. "But no more photos."
"No more photos?" she said, innocently. "What photos?"
"You know what I'm talking about, Huntsgirl!"
Turning cold, Huntsgirl knocked Jake backwards, causing him to crash to the ground. As she retorted, anger flaring, "You don't get it, do you? I have control of this situation, not you. You will do what I say, because I have the power and the leverage. You are my bitch. I own you. You will fuck when I say to, whom I say to, what I say to, where I say to, and be fucked when I say so. You are mine."
"Who the hell do you think you are?" snarled Jake, standing up and facing Huntsgirl.
"Your master. You're the one who came here, so don't complain."
"Fuck this and fuck you. I'm out of here. I do not care if you sell those pictures to the entire world, or even give them out free. I am no one's bitch, bitch."
With a nod from Huntsgirl, someone grabbed Jake from behind, before he could take off, trapping his arms together beneath powerful taloned hands.
"Did you forget? I'm in control," said Huntsgirl, moving within an inch of Jake's maw. Her breath burned against his lips. "This is Him. He's been waiting for you."
Jake felt something large, hot, and hard poke him where his tail met his back. He gulped, as a warm liquid ran down his tail. "Let me go," he said weakly, pitifully.
"No." Huntsgirl bent forward the remaining inch and kissed him.
Talons cut into Jake's arms, as he fought for his freedom, but alas, he failed against his oppressor. He felt his body being pressed forward, into Huntsgirl. He felt streams of hot breaths against the back of his head, as a sharp, almost beak-like object grazed against his scales, nipping him at random. He felt the nips becoming more vicious and painful, as one of his captor's hand left his arms and slowly began to creep its way to his throat, where its talons dug into Jake's soft hide.
"You're his toy," said Huntsgirl softly into Jake's ear, breaking the kiss. "It would be so easy for him to cut short your life...or"--she gave a short chuckle--"something far more 'private.'"
An involuntary shiver ran through Jake's body.
"Scared?"
"No."
"If the tale is true then you must be looking forward to having a cock shoved up your ass."
"What?" said Jake gasping slightly, as his captor's talons slowly cut into his skin, though not enough to make him bleed.
"A little bird told me that you've dreamt about having something large under your tail."
"No. I'm not like that. Please, stop him. I'm not gay. I don't want this."
"Neither of us cares. Kiss me or he'll go deeper into your hide." She pressed her lips against Jake's.
The talons under his neck drew a trickle of blood, before Jake slipped his tongue into Huntsgirl's mouth, deepening the unwanted kiss.
He felt powerless, as he was ruthlessly bent over and his tail roughly lifted high into the air, all the while being forced to maintain an unwelcome kiss. He felt his neck being painfully twisted by Huntsgirl, as she moved to his side. He took this opportunity to glance at his soon-to-be-rapist. What he saw made exclaim, "A GRIFFIN!"
An instant later, he roared out in pain, as he felt the griffin's burning, rock hard length rip through him, without any form of warning, nuzzling of tip to virgin tail hole, or soothing touch, just pain, tearing pain that split Jake's tight anus into what felt like two.
Jake could feel himself falling forward, as Huntsgirl moved away into the darkness, leaving him to be tortured by the griffin that forced him on all fours and pounded into him without any sign of mercy.
In the brief glance Jake had seen of the shadow-covered griffin, Jake could easily ascertain that the griffin was big, very big, and powerfully built, just looking at him made Jake whimper. He could not see the griffin's eyes, but he felt their cold stare against the back of his neck. Then there was the source of Jake's anguish.
Having to be raped by the griffin was beyond torture, beyond inhumanity; it was pain, utter pain. He was being fucked without mercy, as if all the griffin cared about was causing him pain, torturous pain.
"Please, stop!" he screamed, tears falling in streams down his cheeks and pooling before him. "I can't take this. Huntsgirl, make him stop. Please, make it stop!"
Neither responded to him, the griffin just moaned loudly and unabatedly tore through his tail hole, while Huntsgirl stayed hidden in the shadows.
Jake's cries for help and of pain grew, as he felt blood, his blood burn inside his passage, providing little lubrication to the griffin's thrusts. Then the griffin grabbed his maw and forced it closed, silencing the louder part of his screams. He closed his eyes in defeat, trying to block out his pain, as he gave up on any hope that he would be rescued and stop screaming.
Jake kept silent, even as the griffin's thrusts became such that no sooner than the griffin pulled out, its member was thrust back again, as though it had never been removed, leaving no time for his passage to relax, so that his tail hole was an open chasm. Until, causing him to scream out, breaking the griffin's hold on his maw, nearing shredding his vocal cords, the griffin sank its beak deep into his neck, with a shrieking moan, as stream after stream of scorching liquid poured into his rectum, overfilling and running down his thighs.
The griffin then let go of Jake and let him crash onto the hard surface of the rooftop face forward, blood running down his neck from the mating bite, as a mix of the griffin's seed and his blood steadily leaked from his throbbing tail hole.
It took Jake about a minute to realize the griffin had let him go. He quickly brought his hand to his neck. He winced, as he felt bruised and pierced flesh. He could tell that the griffin had not punctured anything vital. As he felt the pain of his body roar through him, he felt something wet nudge the back of his head. It was then he realized that the griffin had not left.
The griffin moved in front of Jake. It grabbed Jake by the lower jaw and forced his maw to its bloody, cum-covered shaft. "Clean it," it said in a deep malice-filled voice, as it traced its tip across Jake's lips.
Pushing away from the member, Jake muttered softly, barely able to speak, "No."
The griffin grabbed Jake by the throat, at this, and lifting him into the air, he whispered, sounding even more threatening with his words drowning into his surroundings, "No, huh.... Then you can die, dragon, as the whore you are. How does that sound?"
"You've taken my virginity, pleasured yourself on my pain, filled me with your seed, and now, you want more of me," shouted Jake, forcing his fatigue and pain away, as he grabbed hold of the griffin's forearm and tried to break the griffin's hold on him with strength anew. "I refuse to submit to your will!"
"You are most interesting," chuckled the griffin, mirthlessly. He then dug his talons into Jake's throat, without penetrating Jake's hide. "You've already lost, yet you fight back. I will kill you, my plaything..., and then your family."
"Leave them out of this."
"No."
"You--"
"Don't think I won't." The griffin then threw Jake back to the roof. "Keep me waiting any longer and I'll force you to watch as I end their pitiful existence."
Jake said no more. Submitting to the griffin, he went to his knees before it.
"Make it good," said the griffin gruffly.
Jake flicked his tongue across the griffin's tip. He heard the griffin give of a grunt of pleasure, as he encircled its shaft to remove the remnants of blood and seed. He then took it into his maw, caressing every inch with his long draconic tongue, fighting every urge to vomit. He entrapped it between his lips, sucking hard, bobbing his head up and down its length, though he took no steps to prevent his teeth from running along its surface. Until, he felt the griffin's talons scrape painfully against the back of his ear. Jake pulled back.
"What?" he shouted at the griffin.
"No teeth or I'll pull each tooth out one at a time."
Anger coursing through his wounded veins, Jake returned to his previous duty, taking the cock once more into his maw, wrapping his lips around the scorching flesh, taking care to guard his teeth from it, as the griffin returned its taloned hand to the back of his head and held him in that position tightly, while it thrust itself deep into his throat, hilting the fiery cylinder within him, causing him to gag.
They stayed that way for what felt like an eternity, as the griffin forced Jake to inhale its musk through his nose. Then the griffin began to slowly buck into Jake's maw, increasing the size of each stroke with each thrust, squawking with pleasure. Until the griffin stopped suddenly, with its cock half shoved in Jake's snout and removing its hand from Jake's head. It waited, seemingly for Jake.
Jake knew what was expected of him. He pressed forward and took the rest of the griffin into his maw, though not enough to gag. He took hold of the base, squeezing tightly, so that the part of the griffin's shaft that he refused to take in his mouth was pleasured. He closed his eyes so he would not have to look at the griffin, though he still was forced to breathe in its scent through his nose.
After several minutes later, the griffin screech-like moans became louder, deeper, more leonine, as its testicles, long since ignored by Jake, smacked against his chin, as they drew upward, preparing to release their load. Jake knew what was approaching and with a split-second of debate, he decided that there was no way in hell he would ingest the griffin's vile seed. He was going to pull back and move to the side, so he would not be in the line of fire. Unfortunately, the griffin had another idea.
The griffin took hold of the back of Jake's head and sheathed itself deep within Jake's maw, deeper than ever before, filling Jake's throat with its sheer mass, cutting off Jake's airflow, as its seed spewed forth in powerful, burning streams that coated the back of Jake's throat and flowed down to his stomach.
Jake tried to pull away, but the griffin's hold was too great. He felt dizzy, as he lost oxygen. By the time, the griffin pulled back, he was ready to pass out. When his gag was finally removed, he found that for the initial moment, he could not inhale. For what felt like an eternity, though it was only a fraction of a second, he tried to breathe, but his body would not respond. He was trapped in a lifeless shell. Then relief came in the form of cold air entering his lungs. He fell forward, panting heavily. The world hazed around him, and he passed out.
Jake groaned loudly, as he came to, lying on something soft. Pain flooded his body, as he slowly sat up. He opened his eyes to a blurred world. As his vision cleared, he slowly realized he was in his room. If not for the pain that coursed through his body, he would have thought that the night's horrors had been nothing but a nightmare, but he knew it was not.
He crept from his room to the bathroom, and closing the door and turning on the light, he looked at himself in the mirror. It was then he realized he was still a dragon, but to his surprise, his wounds had vanished. He grabbed the back of his neck to make sure he was not hallucinating. It was true. The mating bite was healed, along with the rest of his bumps and bruises.
After transforming and splashing water in his face, wishing he had dreamt the night's events, he returned to his room. He found his window open and a letter lying on his pillow. He ran to the window, but jump back when he saw a huge form silhouetted against the moon. He blinked, and it was gone, if it was even there in the first place. He latched the window and sat on his bed. He picked up the letter:
"I will call for you. Come, or it will be worse."
The letter vanished in a puff of fire, before Jake laid down, closed his eyes, and fell into an uneasy sleep.
Firstly, I want to thank everyone who voted and reviewed chapter one. I would have post this thank you under the review section, but I have yet to figure out how to. I am honestly shocked by the amount of the people who have viewed this work, with the chapter one approaching 2,000, the AFF's approaching 10,000. I would to thank everyone who has read this or part of it.
So here is my plan--I am hoping that by printing, I will follow through--, within the next four weeks, I am going to revise chapters 3, 4, 5 and post them here. I will then update AFF's copy and possibly include a preview of chapter 9, depending on how much I have typed and I how frustrated I am with these revisions. Then I will begin revising chapter 6, which will take forever because it is huge and needs to be merged (copy and paste part 2 to part 1 and go from there), and I will see where I am then.
Always, please review--and tell me about any mistakes you find, I do not want to revise this again--and vote. Thank you in advance.