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_ The streets of the New Draconian Capital City were overrun with crime, and justice was a fleeting concept. But in the midst of this lawlessness, there was one group of brave and dedicated detectives who refused to give up hope. _

_ The Special Estrus Unit was a team of elite detectives tasked with investigating the most heinous of crimes: sexual and heat-based offences. They were a small but determined group, committed to bringing justice to the victims of these violent crimes. _

On this day, the New Draconian Capital City was bustling with activity. Dragons of all shapes and sizes moved through the streets, their scales shimmering in the bright sunlight. The city was a mix of old and new, with ancient stone buildings standing side-by-side with modern glass skyscrapers.

Vaxxar was a formidable figure as he flew over the city. His massive wings spanned almost the length of a small building, each powerful beat propelling him further into the sky.

Vaxxar's scales were a deep crimson, glinting in the sunlight like precious gems. His muscular frame was covered in a brand new harness, specially designed for the needs of a dragon detective. The harness had small pouches in various positions, strategically placed for easy access with his forepaws. He spent countless hours customising the harness to his liking, adjusting the pouches until they were just right. On the chest strap of the harness, a shiny new detective badge was prominently displayed. He had never been one for flashy displays of authority, but he knew that the badge was necessary for his job. It marked him as a member of the SEU and showed the world that he was dedicated to protecting dragonesses and bringing justice to those who would harm them.

Despite his imposing size, the feral drake moved with a grace and fluidity that was almost mesmerising to watch. His movements were precise and controlled; years of training made it seem as if he were dancing through the air, his wings beating steadily as he made his way towards the address he'd been given over the radio. He could feel the weight of his responsibility settling heavily on his shoulders, and his heart raced with a mix of anticipation and anxiety.

Approaching the crime scene, I saw a large, multi-story building with an ornate facade. The building's exterior was made of sleek, black marble that had been polished to a high shine yet showed the wear of the elements. Intricate carvings adorning the walls and the columns depicted scenes of dragons in battle and other dragons engaging in other acts of heroism.

Despite the grand age of the building, the area around it was chaotic. Police officers were running back and forth, gathering statements and roping off areas, their radios crackling with updates and instructions. A small crowd of onlookers, both human and draconic, had gathered behind a barricade, their faces twisted with curiosity and fear. Vaxxar even thought he saw the beak of a rare gryphon or two in the mass.

Landing safely in a clearing nearby, he noticed quickly that all of the police officers on the scene were human. This wasn't surprising; while dragon police officers were becoming more common in some departments outside of observation or air support, they were still extremely rare, and Vaxxar himself was the very first dragon to be promoted to detective with the creation of the Special Estrus Unit, a response to a noticeable increase in attacks on vulnerable individuals, and it probably wasn't a coincidence that it was also an election year for the local overseer of justice.

Surveying the scene unfolding around him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pressure weighing down on him. He knew that he had been given an incredible opportunity with his promotion to detective and command of the SEU, with a lot to prove to both his fellow dragonkin and the human officers he would be working with.

"Excuse me, officer," Vaxxar spoke as he approached the barricade, directing his question to an officer standing just inside the cordon. "I'm Detective Vaxxar with the Special Estrus Unit. I've been assigned to this case."

The police officer looked up at Vaxxar, with surprise and more than a little fear evident on his face. "You're a dragon?" he asked, clearly expressing his thoughts before actually registering the dragon's word, staring at crimson scales and filling his eyeline with awe.

"Yes, that's quite an observation," came the swift and gruff reply, not completely able to keep the impatience out of his tone as he muttered with his snout to his badge. He was getting used to this kind of reaction from the human officers. Promotion or not, his species was always the first thing they saw. "Can you direct me to the crime scene, please?"

The police officer nodded, gesturing towards the door but never taking his eyes from the scaled mass before him. "It's on the third floor. You'll see the other officers up there. They've been waiting for you."

Nodding his thanks, he begins making his way inside. Taking a moment to eye the human-designed elevators in the lobby and sighing in resignation to climbing the stairs, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance.

As he reached the third floor, he saw a group of human officers gathered outside an apartment door. They turned as he approached, and one of them, a clearly senior officer, stepped forwards. "Detective Vaxxar, thank you for coming," he said, extending his hand. "I'm Officer Smith. I'm leading this investigation, well, I guess I was until now," the officer let out a chuckle; there was no hint of malice; in fact, there almost seemed to be a modicum of relief buried in his demeanor. "We've secured the scene, but we were just waiting for you before we began processing it."

Sitting back on his haunches, the drake offered his own much larger, red-shaded forepaw, shaking Officer Smith's fragile human hand gently. "Thank you, Smith. Let's get to work."

As the drake crossed the threshold of the doorway, there was a surge of adrenaline rushing through his body. This was it, the moment he had been waiting for. He took a deep breath and stepped further into the apartment.

The scene that greeted him was gruesome. A young dragoness had been brutally attacked; her body laid out by an unknown assailant. A surge of anger and sorrow welled up inside him. How could anyone do this to another dragon? ...let alone a dragoness.

Stepping up to the victim, he could see the dragoness was a young and beautiful creature with shimmering blue scales that glittered in the afternoon light coming through the large windows along one side of the apartment. Her body was sleek and slender, with powerful muscles rippling beneath her skin. Her wings were tucked close to her sides, and her long, pointed tail coiled around her body like a protective shield.

Despite the horror of the crime that had been committed against her, there was a certain grace and dignity about the dragoness that shone through. Her face was angular and fierce, with sharp cheekbones and piercing green eyes that, though empty and hazy, seemed to stare right through you.

As Vaxxar examined her body, he could see that the dragoness had been undressed and that there was clear evidence of sexual assault. Her scales had been torn in places, revealing patches of smooth, pink skin beneath. Her limbs were twisted at odd angles, and her wings were splayed out in a grotesque display. But it was the sight of bodily fluids leaking from her vent that made the assault obvious, making the red dragon's stomach churn.

The scent of heat was overpowering, and the dragoness's body was slick with sweat and other bodily fluids. It was clear that her attackers had not only violated her body, but they had also taken her in the most brutal and degrading way possible.

It was clear that she had been taken by force, and the drake felt a surge of rage and disgust as he looked upon the violated body of the young dragoness.

The scent of heat was having a subtle effect on him. His heart rate had increased slightly, and a flush of warmth spread through his body. It was a natural response, programmed into all dragons by their primal instincts. Despite the biological urges that threatened to overwhelm him, Vax's willpower held strong. It wasn't easy, though. The scent of heat was pervasive, and it seemed to seep into every corner of the crime scene. He could feel the primal part of his brain urging him to succumb to the temptation of the scent, to give in to his biological urges, and seek out a mate.

But he knew that he couldn't. Not now, not while there was work to be done. He steeled himself against the temptation, focusing on the task at hand with single-minded determination.

Shaking off the last tedium of those thoughts, he couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for the young dragoness who lay before him. She had fought bravely against her attacker, even in the face of such a brutal violation. Her memory would stay with him always, his first case, a reminder of the importance of his work in protecting the innocent and vulnerable from the dangers of the world.

Examining the body further, he felt a new sense of frustration. Assaults like this shouldn't be happening anymore. With the abundance of heat-suppressing drugs available free to dragonesses and the negative health effects that came with the older drugs now all but gone,

But there was always a vocal minority of the purest dragons who refused to adapt to modern society. They believed that it was a dragon's duty to succumb to their natural instincts during their mating cycle; any attempt to suppress those instincts was a violation of their basic nature.

Vax couldn't help but wonder if this dragoness was a victim of their propaganda. Had she refused to take the new drugs because of some misguided sense of loyalty to her species? Had she been taken advantage of by someone who believed that they were doing her a favor by "allowing" her to fulfill her natural desires? But then why kill her? ...

Brought out of his thoughts by the sudden appearance of a medical examiner at his side. He hadn't even noticed her approach, so deep was he in his own thoughts. The medical examiner took a deep breath before beginning her report. "The victim, a female dragoness, was sexually assaulted," she said, her voice professional and detached.

"Her vent shows evidence of forced penetration, and there are injuries consistent with violent sexual copulation. I've taken swabs of various bodily fluids for analysis, but it's clear that the perpetrator did not take any precautions to conceal their identity."

Gritting his teeth at the thought of someone being so callous and careless, he forced himself to remain calm and focused. "Do we have any idea who the perpetrator might be?" he asked the medical examiner as she concluded her current description.

"Not at this stage," she replied, shaking her head. The medical examiner then continued her verbal report, saying, "Apart from the injuries on her vent, there are other physical signs of violence. She has bruises and cuts on her wings, tail, and neck, indicating that she was held down and restrained during the assault."

Vax's jaw clenched at the brutality of the attack. "What about her claws and teeth?" he asked.

The medical examiner shook her head. "No, her claws and teeth appear to be intact, and there are no signs of her landing any defensive wounds on her attacker. It seems like the perpetrator used rapid, sheer force to subdue her quickly."

With his heart sinking in his chest, he imagined the terror that the victim must have felt. "Is there anything else we should know about her injuries?" he barely spoke above a whisper.

The medical examiner paused for a moment before responding. "There's one more thing," she said, her voice grave. "The victim's internal organs show signs of severe trauma, particularly in her reproductive system. It's possible that the perpetrator used a foreign object to assault her."

His nostrils suddenly flared with anger as he imagined the viciousness of the attack. "We need to catch this monster," came his voice, low and menacing.

The medical examiner nodded in agreement. "I couldn't agree more," she said, her voice equally grim.

Turning away from the victim, Vax now needs a moment to gather himself. He sat back on his haunches, taking a few deep breaths to steady his emotions. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, focusing on his breathing and trying to push down the anger and sadness he felt.

Once he felt more in control, he reached into one of the small pouches on his harness and pulled out a notepad and pen and began writing down everything they knew so far about the assault: the victim's injuries, the signs of violence, and the possibility of a foreign object being used.

As he wrote, he could feel his scales prickling with a mix of emotions. Anger, sadness, and a burning desire for justice all boiled inside him. With emotions simmering, a fleeting thought of heat-induced arousal towards the victim crossed his mind. Feeling ashamed and disgusted with himself. Vax tried to shake the disturbing thought from his mind, but he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to give in to his desires. He could feel the heat emanating from the victim's body, calling out to him like a siren's song.

He knew he needed to increase his dose of suppressants as soon as possible. The thought of losing control was terrifying, and he couldn't risk compromising the case or his own reputation. He made a mental note to speak with his doctor about adjusting his medication.

A CSI agent waved their hand in front of his face. "Detective Vaxxar?" he asked, jolting out of his disturbing thoughts, his eyes widening as he refocused on the CSI agent. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind, and turned to face the agent.

"Yes, I'm sorry," he said, feeling a bit flustered. "What did you find?"

"From what we can gather, the attacker entered through the window. It looks like they pried it open with a crowbar or something similar. There's also some damage to the frame that indicates they may have had trouble getting in."

listening intently while taking notes as the agent continues, "As for the apartment, it's in disarray. The furniture has been overturned, and there are signs of a struggle. We found drag marks on the floor that suggest the victim was dragged to the bedroom."

"Anything else?" he asks, almost hesitating to know more.

The agent shakes their head. "Not much else at the moment. We'll need to do a more thorough search, of course, but that's what we've got for now."

"What do we know about the victim?" The officer looked at his notes before responding, "Her name is Lyra. She's a freelance graphic designer who lives alone in this apartment. There is no history of criminal activity or known enemies."

Vax nodded, taking note of the information. "Has anyone reported any suspicious activity or seen anything out of the ordinary?"

The officer shook his head. "No, there haven't been any reports of anything unusual in this area."

Sighing and feeling frustrated He knew that finding the perpetrator of this crime would be difficult without many leads. He then turned back to the medical examiner, watching as they finished collecting the samples.

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Somewhere across the city, a dragon lounges in the dimly lit bar, his midnight scales glistening in the low light. His eyes narrow as he watches Vaxxar on the television, addressing the media about the assault case. A twisted smirk crosses his muzzle as he remembers the thrill of overpowering the dragoness, his heart beating with excitement as he forced himself on her. Reliving the encounter in his head as the detective describes some details to the public.

Taking a sip of his drink, relishing in the memory of the power he felt over her. His chest swells with pride as he thinks about how he has shown her who is truly in control and how he has dominated her completely. He couldn't help but feel a sense of superiority over the weak dragonesses, who couldn't defend themselves against his advances.

As he listens to the report's conclusion, which is followed by a voiceover explaining statistics for similar cases in the local area, he knows that he is once again safe for now. letting out a low chuckle that attracts an odd look from the human bartender.

He lives off the grid, deep in the wilderness, where the modern world cannot find him. He is a wild dragon, a ghost, forgoing the luxuries and conveniences of modern society except for the occasional hunt or a visit to a seedy bar in the city. Nothing left behind would lead back to him; it'd link this attack to others, as he assumed, but what good is DNA without a name in the system to pair it with? ... a loose scale left behind was just as useful as any scale in the street of the same color.

The black dragon's attention is suddenly diverted from the TV as a tantalizing scent waft through the air, drawing his eyes to a young adult dragoness lounging on the other side of the bar, some kind of fruity drink in her forepaw. The dragoness was a young adult, her scales a soft shade of lavender with a subtle shimmer under the dim lighting of the bar. She had a slender, lithe build, and her wings were tucked neatly against her back. Her eyes were a deep green, and her features were delicate, giving her a somewhat innocent appearance. The scent of her heat was faint but clearly detectable with his keen senses. She seemed to be lost in thought as she sipped her fruity drink, her long tail swaying slightly behind her. He doubted that she even knew her season had started. A young woman like her would probably taint herself with unnatural chemicals at the first noticeable sign of her season rather than seek out what she really needed. What she really wanted

The dragon's eyes locked onto the dragoness, admiring her curves and the way the light from dirty old incandescent bulbs caught her scales. He licks his lips, imagining the taste of her flesh on his tongue. As he watches her, he can feel his hunger growing and the heat building inside him. the slit hidden under his prone form thickening between his hinds. It didn't matter that he'd emptied himself many times only a few hours ago into that hen back at the apartment; that seed had ultimately been wasted, drenching eggs that would never get the chance to grow. but sometimes things spiraled out of control when they didn't accept their place under him.

Finishing his train of thought, though, leaves his eyes narrowed in focus as he catches another whiff of the dragoness, his nostrils flaring, filtering out the scents of mouldy wood and dirty stained carpets around the venue. A low growl rumbles in his chest as he imagines sinking his teeth into her flesh and claiming her as his own.

He takes a long sip of his drink, savoring the burn of the alcohol as he watches her. He can feel his desire to mate with her growing stronger by the second. He imagines himself grabbing her by the neck and forcing her to submit to him, reveling in the rush of power it would give him. With a cruel smile, he stands up, the rest of his drink forgotten as he begins to make his way over to her, padding over one step at a time, his predatory instincts taking over, a plan forming behind his cold blue eye.

The dragoness had just ordered herself another drink with a wave to the human female patrolling the bar when the unfamiliar obsidian dragon casually slid up beside her. He struck up a conversation with her, masking his true intentions behind charming words and playful banter.

As the dragoness begins to excuse herself, the seemingly friendly dragon's demeanor changes. His eyes narrow and his lips curl into a sly grin, revealing his true intentions to anyone who might have had the benefit of experience with such males.

"Oh, no need to leave just yet," he says smoothly, placing a forepaw on her shoulder. "Let me buy you another drink."

The dragoness hesitates for a moment, but the other dragon's charm wins her over. She nods and settles back into her seat, sipping on her freshly delivered fruity drink. The dragon continues to talk with her, keeping up the façade of a casual conversation. But his thoughts remain fixed on his desire for her.

As the late afternoon wears on and the darkness of the night seeps through the windows, snuffing out all light that wasn't cast from orange bulbs within the bar. As their evening wore on, clouds formed thickly in the sky above, and what started as light speckles of rain became a fairly consistent shower pattering against the windows.

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The dragon eagerly watches as the dragoness, whose name he'd learned throughout the night, holds the name Lazia. Drunkenly, she attempted to make her way to the door, a wicked smile creeping onto his face, the jovial expression he had worn as a mask now slipping and with it the act of himself being intoxicated. Far from an act, the heavily inebriated target toy stumbles her way towards the exit, and the few other patrons in the bar cast disapproving glances her way, each of her four limbs feeling both overly weighted and light as air, depending on which one was on the ground, and which one was attempting to leave it.

Waiting a few moments before following her out into the rainy night, the dragon finished what was left of his drink. He'd long ago switched to a non-alcoholic beverage, but far be it from him to waste a drink he'd paid for, placing the empty glass down among the many others littering the table. Getting to his feet with a stretch, the drake made his way to the exit, the scent that teased him through the night still fresh in the air. It was time to hunt.

The wind outside whipped through his scales as he exited, a sense of panic upon him as the scent he was so sure he could rely on was blown away in an instant. He looked around for any sign of his prey. He realized that wasn't going to be necessary tonight as his wife wasn't exactly in any condition to escape, leaning her side up against a wall a mere few feet from the dumpster alley leading to the bar's keg storage area. Moving closer to the Lazia, his eyes are now glinting with a dangerous excitement.

She stumbles in an attempt to shuffle along the wall when he moves in against her other side and steadies her with a paw, taking the opportunity to sniff her scent and reveling in the thrill of what he's about to do. With a low growl, he pulls her close and whispers in her ear, his words lost to the dragoness. In her confusion, she tries to pull away, stumbling but managing to face him with a look of confusion and drunkenness in her eyes. The dragon takes advantage of her vulnerability, pressing his snout against hers and overpowering her with his size and strength. Her slack jaw opened in her drunken stupor, accepting his tongue within, before her mind caught up with the situation and she pulled her muzzle back, a few strands of saliva keeping them connected for a few extra moments before being broken by the wind.

"Come with me," he growls into her ear, his grip tightening as he pulls her smaller form towards the alleyway. She attempts in vain to resist, but his strength is too much for her. He could smell and now taste the alcohol on her breath and the sweat on her scales, fueling his excitement further.

As they passed the dumpsters, the dragoness stumbled into a pile of trash bags, falling snout first against the cold, hard metal of the dumpster. He could feel her body tremble against him, the smell of her heat driving him wild. Gaining some of her rattled senses, Lazia tried to gather herself together, realizing far too late that her current position left her propped up against the dumpster and the ground, presenting herself. With one forepaw suddenly pressed against the back of her skull and another gripping her waist, the bulk of the almost invisibly dark dragon was mounted atop her.

Lazia turned her head to face him, her eyes wide with fear and panic as the situation became very clear to her.

The dragon snarled at her, his eyes glinting with hunger and lust, his body pressing against hers. She tried to push him off, but he held her firmly, his rough tongue lashing out to lick her face.

Without warning, he suddenly thrust his hips forwards, his moist, throbbing spear spearing her in one swift motion. The dragoness let out a cry of surprise, with any pleasure to be felt lost in the painful stretching of her vent to accommodate the intruder, her front claws gripping the edges of the dumpster as he began to move inside her. Rough and forceful, driven by an insatiable desire for the dragoness.

Rain pelted down around them, the sound of the drops mixing with their gasps and groans, occasionally muffled with a rumble of thunder.

Continuing to thrust into her depths, the dragoness's groans grew louder, and after a particularly deep plunge, her body trembled with what could only be pleasure. Regardless of her mental consent, her body began to betray her. Within the trails of sky water and pre-ejaculate fluids running down her inner thighs, a new liquid is now being pulled from her depths. The dragon mounted on her back could feel his own excitement building as he felt her internal walls drenching themselves in response to his rutting, his movements becoming deeper and more urgent as he felt her body resign itself to the situation, something he always expected as he neared his release.

Leaning his snout down against the side of her own, a mockery of what might have been seen as a loving act, he drew his tongue over her cheek slowly, a salty mixture of sweat and tears gathering on his tastebuds. "Almost there," he growled in her ear, his breath hot and heavy against her skin. "You're going to take it all, every last drop." His words were punctuated by the sound of his hips slapping against her, driving his shaft deeper with each thrust.

The dragon's grip on her tightened, his claws digging into her scales as he pounded into her relentlessly. The dumpster besides them rattled with each thrust, the sound echoing through the empty alleyway. His body was hot and heavy against hers, his breath hot on her neck as he continued to ravage her without mercy.

The dragoness moaned and whimpered beneath him, her body trembling with pleasure and pain. She was completely at his mercy, helpless to resist his powerful thrusts as he took her again and again. Despite the discomfort, she couldn't deny the intense pleasure that coursed through her veins with each rough thrust of his shaft. All the while, Lazia could feel her drunkenness slowly dissipating, replaced with a growing sense of fear and confusion. She tried to push him away, but his grip on her was too strong.

"Stop!" she cried out. "Please, let me go," she begged through panting breaths, her voice shaky and weak.

She was helpless to do anything but take what he was giving her, her body wracked with pleasure despite her mind's protests. Her mind raced as she tried to figure out how to escape. She looked around the dark alley, searching for any sign of help, but there was no one around. Even as she tried to resist, she couldn't deny the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body--the heat and wetness building between her thighs as he pounded into her harder and harder.

Finally, with a deep growl, the dragon reached his peak, his body convulsing. As he finally reached his release, the dragon's shaft pulsed inside the dragoness, hot seed filling her up to the brim. He continued to thrust, making sure that every last drop of his potent seed was deposited inside her. He knew that even in her early stages of heat, impregnation was almost certain. withdrew from her, a trail of his seed leaking out of her; he looked at her with a mixture of satisfaction and possessiveness. "You're mine now," he growled, his eyes glowing with a fierce intensity.

As the dragoness lay there, her breathing ragged and her body exhausted, the dragon leant down close to her ear once more.

"You will never forget me," he whispered a single word in a low, ominous tone before continuing. "You will always remember the name of the dragon who took you and made you his own." With those words, the dragon pulled a scale from the whining dragoness's body, her eyes opening wide for a moment as it was painfully plucked from her flesh. He examined it briefly before placing it within its jaws to carry back to his collection. spreading his expansive ebony wings and taking to the air, he disappeared into the stormy night sky.

The dragoness lay there, barely conscious, as the rain continued to pour down upon her. Eventually, the exhaustion overtook her completely, and she slipped into unconsciousness, her mind filled with visions of the dragon who had taken her so fiercely, the dragon Er'akis.