The Willing Slave
Long story short, I couldn't come up with a better name. So this is another story that took my procrastinating mind three months too long to make, my dearest apologies to monstrous for the wait. I had much fun writing this, however, as well as having the knowledge reinforced into mind again that all one has to do to make a story is just to start writing. I hope he enjoys it, as with all of you!
So, here is the story made for :monstrous: that I made, along with a deal that I would also meet up with him in the ATC series for free, just like this story. Confused, right? Because everything I do is free.
Strasha huffed as he moved up the rocky incline, brushing locks of brown hair out of the his eyes to keep watch for loose footing. Alone he weaved through the large boulders, all his remaining belongings strapped to his back.
Altogether, it was light enough for him to run top speed in.
In the pack was very little: old clothes, a dwindling waterskin, a few leftover books, and his guitar given to him by his parents long ago. Of all these things, the books were the most valuable.
Just three days prior he had been living in his parents house, comfortable in body if not in spirit. His elders had all died on the eve of his twenty third birthday, their caravan wracked by bandits on the return trip home. Strasha had not been allowed to come by the knowledge that his family had left to get him a special gift, a gift they needed the caravan for.
So Strasha, by the lucky virtue of being the last member of his family alive, had inherited his parent's house, land, and all of their belongings. Unfortunately for him, however, whatever the special gift for him was was very expensive, putting his family in deep dept that passed with them onto Strasha. With no job and little education in anything but farming the young man was unable to pay, at first auctioning off many of the belongings of his deceased family, but when that tactic held little gain the store repossessed his home, taking his land and almost all of his belongings.
With nothing left but little more than the clothes on his back, no education, no family or friends to fall back on, and no job or home for the coming winter, Strasha made the tough decision to become a servent-slave.
For days he pondered on who his master would be. Surely someone whom he knew could take care of him- he didn't want to be stuck on his own again. Someone who could use his skills, whatever they may be, and who had an opening at that very moment.
Slowly he exhausted all options. No one seemed to own any openings for a humble slave or serf, everyone stockpiling supplies and food for the deep cold and preparing against the wolves of the latter months. Due to a recent war the king and his followers were bustling with fresh slaves, informing Strasha that a few may even have to be put to the death if the castle was to have food for all that winter, and that was his last option in town. With that news, he gave in to the possibility that he may not survive the winter. He slowly became a poor beggar, playing his guitar in front of stores and shops for the charity of others, feeling the chill of winter as it slowly drew closer.
It was by gossip in a local market that he learned of a dragon that had settled nearby, in the deep caves to the North. Many a passerby had seen it, a deep red and black feral dragon that would fly overhead, ignoring most travelers but scaring quite a few children and horses. 'Perfect!' Strasha thought, 'A dragon! I'll be a slave to him!'
And so the human packed his belongings, filled his only waterskin one more time, and set out North for the mountains. Being a slave was something that almost everyone would not wish to be, much less to a dragon, but this was a desperate time for Strasha. His food was running out, and he had begun resorting to hunting squirrels and other small game, eating fine red meat only for large special occasions. If this didn't work out, Strasha knew he would not make it back to camp.
As the cave grew visible on the mountainside, Strasha's fantasies began to take hold of him. Fueled by the remaining traces of hormones from recent puberty, not having relieved himself for many weeks beforehand, and a dehydrated mind, Strasha's fancies slowly became more private. The long days of begging, along with little to know privacy, had taken away most of his time to relieve himself, and this lack of pleasure showed itself quite confidently as he walked. The urge made itself known almost as soon as he left eyesight of the village, a realization that he hadn't done anything of that sort in months, and his head began to produce his wildest imaginations.
His mind filled with images of a strong dragon, scales burning brightly red in deep contrast to the dark gray and black of the surrounding rock,wings outstretched and roaring, announcing his presence to the world. Strasha's mouth crept into a smile as his mind's eye drifted lower, imagining what lay in between the dragon's hind legs.
With no thought given towards his footing he tripped over a particularly jagged rock, twisting and losing his pack before landing harshly on his back. Spikes of pain went up and down his back, rear end, and legs, jagged shards of pain where sharp obsidian punctured cloth and skin alike, drawing blood and ripping holes in Strasha's shirt and pants.
With a few mumbled curses and a sigh of pain, Strasha picked up his pack and drew it over his shoulder, wincing as the rough leather rubbed against his new wounds. He did his best to ignore the pain and continued walking, the sharp uncomfort in his back slowly fading into a dull ache as time went on, allowing his mind to wander back to the subject before.
His mind once again trailed down between the monster's thick scaly legs, the chest plates slowly decreasing in size until they finally broke apart and formed a slit, the tip of a member poking out and drooling juices down underneath the beast's tail, collecting into a puddle on the floor.
With a slight stumble again Strasha decided to stop daydreaming before he got himself into such a condition that no one would take him as their slave. He sighed slowly and continued climbing up the hill, the entrance to the cave looking dark and forbidding as he came closer and closer.
Syrrik felt his tongue slip out of his mouth while his paw moved up and down his shaft. He had been attempting to gain release on his own for hours now, his hands wrapped around his long length and jerking him off slowly as he balanced carefully on his hind legs. Gradually the pleasure increased, his usually long even breaths coming to short pants as he felt his climax coming.
'Just a bit more...just a bit more!' He thought to himself while his hands worked faster. He felt the white ecstacy in his loins flare, a thin line of pleasure moving slowly down his length from the tip to the base. His hips began to thrust into his palm, a fruitless but instinctual movement that made his body shudder with pleasure. The feeling of ecstacy was so close to the base of his member, just an inch left. His hind feet contracted, the claws gripping the ground and driving gashes into the earth, and he drew a deep breath, preparing to roar in dominance...
Then his claws sunk into his flesh, the sharp bone and cartilage instantly retracting and making Syrrik fall over with pain, a whimper emanating from his throat. He was so close, and to be denied would have made him furious if he wasn't still horny and in pain. He layed down on his belly, whimpering in heat and pain and humping the ground needfully.
'These stalagmites are better to use than my paws.' he thought sarcastically, and then whimpered again as his body forced him to seriously consider the possibility. Although the sharp tip of the growths on the floor were very intimidating, looking at the wet surface of the cone made him wonder how smooth and slippery the rock truly was.
Slowly his paws drug him to the largest spike growing from the floor, his wet member slowly returning to full mast as he leaned back on his hind feet. His paws wrapped around the growth on the floor, pressing his pole against the rock and gently beginning to rock back and forth, trying to get what simple pleasure he could from the cold rock.
After a few moments he finally gave up, pushing himself away from the rock with a whine and curling up to sleep, his erection waxing and waning depending on the dragon's dreams.
It was in this condition that Strasha stumbled into the cave, his waterskin empty and dragging behind him by the loop of leather attached to the top in his hand.
Strasha didn't know exactly how best to pitch his own ideas to the dragon, or any of the procedures for entering a dragon's cave, but he boldly stepped forward and called out to the slumbering beast.
"Oh dragon! I bid you salutations and good deal as well! I am Strasha, of the village of Hekthin, and in troubling times such as this I am strapped for food and shelter, and no businesses see me fit for hiring." He said, slowly walking forward as much as he dared.
Syrrik rose his head and looked over his shoulder at the small human, amazed at how loud and annoying such a tiny creature could be. It took him a moment to realize that the human in front of him wasn't a knight declaring his reasons for slaughter, and by the time Strasha had finished Syrrik had risen up onto his haunches, looking down at the human with a neutral face.
A neutral face for a dragon may look normal to other dragons, but to Strasha this face looked like a goblin's grimace. He gulped loudly, wondering if he had truly angered the dragon, and stood there waiting for something to happen.
'Did he even understand what I was saying?' He wondered to himself as he began to shake. 'Is this just some feral beast that only wants to kill me?'
His questions were answered when Syrrik began to speak. "I have seen your village of Hekthin, it's crops degrading by the year and it's livestock faring worse. I have seen villages in their final throes, and yours is no different." His voice was loud and deep, seeming to grumble out of the dragon's mouth and echoing in the tunnels of the cave.
"But what effect does this little village have on me, and why would you see fit to come to me for guidance? Surely you are aware that most dragons are the bane of civilization?" The unblinking stare caught Strasha's eye, and it took a moment for the human to understand the gutteral words coming from Syrrik.
"No, no!" He said, moving forward a bit with his hands entwined in front of him. "I do not come on the athority of the village. I have no money, shelter, or job. None wish to have me in their employ, and even the slave pens are full! I come to you as a last resort, to be your slave in body and do as you wish in exchange for food and shelter."
Syrrik huffed, blasting Strasha with a burst of hot air. "I have no need of a slave! The only activities I participate in are hunting when I am hungry and sleeping. I do not even attack villages and towns, I simply dream of it. Less trouble that way, and I don't have to clean my claws- the reason you are not dead as we speak already."
Strasha felt his heart drop in his chest, but with its dropping came a rising up of something. He felt his mind suddenly flourish, realizing the consequences of being turned away. He would surely not make it back to the village without water supplied by this dragon. He needed this job, badly.
"Well, what if I were to hunt for you?" he asked, moving forward and closer to Syrrik again, but backing up when the dragon huffed. "What if I was to supply you with the food you require, and take a small amount for every meal given? With my hands and knowledge, I could cook the meat and make it taste better for you, adding spices."
Syrrik nodded, considering the offer, but still looked at him with a blank stare. Strasha knew he would need to up his argument.
"A-and what if I were to skin the animals as well? I could make a blanket and padding to keep you warm on the coming winter. In time, I could make an entire bed! I could make rugs and furniture, decorations to make this cave look truly rich. Ornaments could be hung up on the walls, a fireplace added to heat the cold stone floors. And-"
Strasha was interrupted when his tattered pack and shirt ripped, the contents of his pack clattering to the floor and spreading in a large mess. For a split second Strasha thought he had made his last mistake. He didn't know how the dragon felt about organization, but there certainly wasn't any mess on the floor like he had just made. With a quick "Forgive me" and a deep breath he turned and began picking things up, bending over to collect the lost items.
Syrrik had been slowly calculating all of the arguments that Strasha had given, slowly turning over the exchange in his mind, but when he saw the human's rump, revealed by his torn pants and undergarments, he knew there would only be one true dealbreaker. He remembered his days as a hatchling, living with his family in a dragon infested area. "Humans make the best slaves," a dragon had said one night as they ate together, "They are very good at adapting to fit the needs of their environment and occupation. There was one black dragon, Hurgroth I believe, who would torture and beat his slaves for every mistake. The goblins died after two months, the elves ran away. Then he tried humans, and he still uses them today."
He cleared his throat to call Strasha's attention back towards him. "So you are to be my complete slave in body, to do my every command?"
Strasha nodded, relieved that the dragon wasn't angry of the mess he had made.
"No matter what the command would be, you would follow through with it?" Syrrik asked, his member swelling from the thoughts that went through his mind.
Again Strasha nodded, wondering what the dragon would ask of him. If it was so important that he needed to ask twice that Strasha would do it, Strasha wasn't sure exactly that he would want to be this dragon's slave. But, as there was no other option for him, he nodded and awaited the dragon's decision.
Syrrik smiled and sauntered forward, no longer worried that his growing erection will give away his intentions. "Then I accept your offer. From now until further notice you will be my slave. I will hunt for food, and you will cook, skin, and spice it. You will make a blanket and bed from the fur, and help me to decorate my cave to my liking."
With a sweep of his arms he had picked up Strasha and begun carrying him further inside the cave. "However, this will begin tommorrow. For now, we will get to know each other and set some ground rules...as well as clarifying your main duty here."
Strasha didn't know how to act. He had so many questions about what would happen, but he could only ask one at a time. "Where will I eat and sleep?" He asked.
"With me." Syrrik chuckled, and dropped Strasha onto the floor in front of him. "For your first job, you will learn how to pleasure me properly. This will be your main job while in my service, so get used to it."
Strasha looked up at Syrrik and noticed the dragon's large erection. The piece of flesh was truly intimidating, the tapered head looking like the end of a spear and dripping thick fluids onto the floor. The rest of the shaft was smooth except for a series of ridges and bumps in the middle, and it ended by going into a slit between the dragon's legs. Veins pulsed with the dragon's pole, making it twitch and bulge forward every few seconds.
Syrrik allowed the human a chance to look closely at his member before he acted on his plans. He could still see the human's behind in his mind, smooth and firm, tight and waiting for a male to come along and mate with it. He couldn't wait any longer- he needed to see it again!
"Those clothes look absolutely decrepit," Syrrik said to the human with a dark smile. "I will not have any slave of mine looking like this."
He ripped off Strasha's clothing with one good swipe, most of the material close to falling off already.
"From now on you will be naked when in my presence, unless company is around." Syrrik was beginning to get ahead of himself, flipping the human over and looking at Strasha's ass with glee. It was just as smooth as he had hoped and dreamed, and taught enough so that when he attempted to spread the cheeks they simply slid from his grip.
He looked away from Strasha's behind and noticed the other was shaking. In fear or anxioussness he didn't know, but he didn't want his slave to run away after only one day on the job. He moved his head in between Strasha's shoulderblades and took one lick up the back of the human's neck.
"This will hurt the first time, Strasha," He rumbled into the human's ear, "But it will get better quickly. You simply need to get used to it, and you will find it very enjoyable." He noted with pleasure that the human stopped shaking, still clearly afraid but knowing what he was in for now. Just to make sure, however, he continued attempting to make the human relax, licking gently and rubbing Strasha's body.
"I am not the most gentle of maters." He continued, inching up to place the tip of his member at Strasha's hole, "But even that can become very enjoyable for you. I am your master now- you are my property. Relax, and let me do as I wish with you, and everything will be fine."
Strasha began to shake again as he felt the tip of the dragon's member placed against his hole, the fluids acting as a lubricant and allowing the tapered tip to dig deeper inside of him as more pressure was exerted.
"As I said the before, the first time will hurt." Syrrik finished his speech. He did not want to truly hurt the human, but he had been too long without release, and he could barely hold himself still to allow his pre to lubricate the inside and outside of Strasha's hole. He slowly let his juices flow into the human, waiting for the time when he could be sure that he would not seriously hurt his slave.
Finally he felt that enough time had passed, and his muscles tensed, ready to drive his body forward. "You have my permission to scream."
Strasha had been feeling as his ass was filled up with the thick fluid. It felt as if there was a brick in his body, an extra weight to swing around and deal with. When Syrrik finished his speech he quickly realized that he was about to be in serious pain.
He felt the dragon above him tense up, the hands still on his ass squeeze tighter, and began to struggle. He wiggled and attempted to roll, pleading Syrrik to wait or go slowly with him, but the dragon was too strong. He felt his ass cheeks parted, the clawed hands not allowing the flesh to simply slip from their grip like last time. The legs on each side of him and the dragon's midsection on top didn't allow for him to roll over.
"No! Wait!" He shouted, trying to get out of Syrrik's strong grip. "What if I can-AAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
Syrrik had thrust inside Strasha, hissing with pleasure as the incredibly tight hole gave way and swallowed up over half of his length. He didn't want Strasha to be harmed, but the way the human was pleading and struggling was very entertaining and pleasurable. He wanted more.
With Strasha still struggling greatly he grabbed the other's ass cheeks again, noting how hard it was to get a firm grip on them, and spread them aside once more. His fingers dug into Strasha's skin, forcing it to part and give him a look at the hole that was giving him so much pleasure. It seemed to twitch and clench every few moments, as if Strasha kept getting used to the pain and then feeling it again moments later. For the most part Strasha was still screaming, so Syrrik saw no reason to wait until the pain was bearable to truly begin.
He began ignoring Strasha's screams of pain, and simply began using the human for his pleasure. This is what he had always wanted, he realized, to simply have something that he could use carelessly for his pleasure. His member slid smoothly out of Strasha's hole and then was thrust back in, the human forced to take six inches more than last time. Syrrik could feel the precum inside slosh and part to allow him to go deeper, and took advantage, thrusting in again without withdrawing. Another six inches slid slowly into Strasha's bowels. He was very close to completely hilting inside the human now.
Then Strasha slid free of his grasp. Despite holding on as hard as he could, Syrrik could not keep a hold of him. Instantly Strasha attempted to wriggle and slide free of the dragon, and he almost made it. Syrrik, with a low growl, slapped Strasha's ass hard, leaving a livid red paw print on the human's backside. Normally a blow that hard would at the very least roll a human over, at best carry them a few feet in the air, but with Syrrik's long member inside of him and the dragon straddling his waist all that happened was Strasha being stunned for a moment, dropping down onto his belly momentarily immobilized.
Syrrik took advantage of the moment and used both hands to grab Strasha by the waist, slipping his member from the human's backside and then shoving it all in at once. The tight vice of muscle only gave way when all of his weight was put on it, slowly spreading open as Strasha did everything in his power to deny it entrance. Syrrik wouldn't let up this time, lifting the human's hips off of the floor and bearing down with all of his weight until he was hilted inside the human, the smaller creature's hole stretching incredibly wide at the base of Syrrik's cock.
Strasha gave one final quick jerk to escape and then relaxed, giving up and accepting his fate to be bred by the larger dragon. Syrrik saw this and chirped quietly, glad that the human had finally given up the struggle. He slowly let Strasha down, the human's legs curling up underneath himself to hold his ass in the air, and moved his paws higher to wrap around the human's stomach and chest.
In the better position to mate now, Syrrik began in earnest. He was done breaking the human- now he could do as he wished with Strasha, and what he wanted now was to spill his seed inside the human. His hips sped up their pace, pushing his member into the human as far as it would go over and over again, Strasha only giving occasional huffs on discomfort as he was bred.
Syrrik chose a pace that he could control, enjoying the sensations given by Strasha's ass. His paw returned to Strasha's rear and slapped it a few times, producing a quick gasp and clench from Strasha, but then the human would go silent again. The two mated for hours, the morning sun rising out of sight of the mouth of the cave and encasing them in ever increasing darkness.
Finally Syrrik felt the beginnings of his orgasm coming. His heart rate increased in anxioussness and his grip on Strasha tightened, his cock throbbing with need. He could feel his balls rise up to his body in preparation, and shoved in one final time to the hilt, roaring his satisfaction to the cave walls. Almost all of his weight rested on Strasha as he came, the human struggling futilely under the heavy creature. His claws once again flexed, the sharp cartilage digging into Strasha's backside and encouraging him to struggle more.
Strasha squeezed on Syrrik's cock when all of the red dragon's weight was dropped on him. He could feel the black member grow larger, and pulsate. His insides were filled with cum, and he could feel it slowly travel through his body, his bowels growing heavy and full. Syrrik continued thrusting after the first few spurts of cum went into Strasha, short driving and grinding motions with his hips milking his cock of all remaining seed.
They remained in that position for some time, Strasha trapped under Syrrik's body weight and the dragon's cock deep inside him, still giving an occasional twitch. Syrrik had to take time to rest and recover from the intense orgasm- it had truly been a while since he had last had release.
After an unknown period of time Syrrik got the strength to take a deep gulp of air, his legs shaking in the afterglow of sex. He attempted to rise on his feet, but instead fell to the side as his sensitive member rubbed and moved in Strasha's hole. He rolled onto his back, carrying Strasha with him, and held the human in his arms to doze.
Strasha barely felt the movement- he was very tired. He only noticed that he was laying on his back when his head relaxed and rested on Syrrik's chest. It was quite comfortable though, and so with nothing else to do he tried to get some sleep.
No matter what he did, however, his eyes would not close and give him respite. Something in his body was uncomfortable, a constant pressure, and after a few minutes of deliberation he found the cause: Syrrik's member. The red dragon's member was still alive and strong, penetrating deeply into his body. With a little more feeling around he found that the ridges halfway down Syrrik's cock that had caught on his hole, acting like a weak knot.
He sighed in frustration and laid back, resting his head on the dragon's chest. He could feel his hole now, giving a quick spasm every now and again as if to remind itself and him that there was something in there that shouldn't be, but he didn't want to take the risk of removing his new master's member from his hole.
Despite the uncomfortable pressure, however, the more he relaxed the more he was able to rest and get comfortable. Syrrik's paws and arms had wrapped around him, and with the exersion's of mating the dragon had grown quite warm, turning his arms into thick blankets and pillows. He relaxed back, this time his sigh one of relief, and looked over to where he had been mated. He could see the outline of sweat and perspiration on the ground, a telltale sign of what position he was in, the dragon over him, and in between his legs...
Strasha picked up his head in suprise and looked closer. 'Is that...?' he thought to himself.
It was true. Right in between where his legs had been on the floor was a puddle of seed. His seed. He had cum while being mated, and haven't even noticed. In fact, from the quantity of the puddle, he could definitely say that he had achieved orgasm more than once.
His head stooped back down to rest again while he thought. 'Does this make me gay?' He searched himself for the answer. 'Did I really not feel any of that?' 'Does this mean that I am owned by this dragon?' 'What next?' So many questions went through his mind, but the last one was the one that always made him think the hardest. What would happen now? What would the dragon do when he woke? Strasha had performed his duty for the dragon. He was forced to consider all of the possibilities. He was on top of a sleepy dragon that had just finished a large amount of excere. Surely the beast would be hungry soon, what would Strasha's job be then? Hopefully it would not include being eaten, and if he had to hunt he hoped that no one would see him, a naked man with a hole dripping seed running around the woods with two rocks, trying to catch prey large enough to feed a dragon.
Alas, in his tired state of mind, all that he could do was ask questions. As time went on and he considered the possibilities, reliving the moments of the past few hours, he found that he did not dislike the feelings that the dragon gave him. The beginning hurt very much, as did the dragon's slaps to his hindquarters, but over time he did remember spikes of pleasure. He realized that after he had given in to the dragon's demands and relaxed all that he could remember was pleasure, feeling the beast's member plunge into him over and over again and hit a sensitive spot inside.
Shifting his body a little, he felt Syrrik's member move and rub his insides. How could a tiny spot in him give so much pleasure? He wanted to find out. He moved a little more, then gasped as he felt a spot inside himself ring out in pleasure. It was lasting- for about ten seconds he could do nothing but clench and tremble as the spot was rubbed again, the squeezing of his insides pushing the dragon's member straight into his special area. When he finally was released by the sensation all he could do was give a deep sigh and rest on Syrrik's belly.
A chuckle from above warned him that Syrrik was awake again, the large head looking down on him from a lengthy neck.
"I see you are still enjoying yourself?"
Two heavy paws wrapped around his hips, and Strasha was given little warning for what would be his second round with Syrrik. The dragon easily lifted him up, Strasha gasping and squirming in pleasure, and then let go of him. Instantly gravity took effect and Strasha's own weight forced his hole to swallow up Syrrik's cock. A simple lean forward caused the pointed head of Syrrik's member to drive right into his special area, causing an immediate moan and shudder to resonate from Strasha, his body suddenly struggling more and being impaled deeper onto Syrrik.
Finally his rear end sat on Syrrik's hips, and Strasha was left sitting on the dragon, the large member inside of him keeping him upright as he shook and squirmed with pleasure.
Syrrik was very observant, watching and feeling how well Strasha responded when that certain area of his body was rubbed, and picked Strasha up again, once more letting go and allowing nothing more than the human's own body weight to impale Strasha on his erection. This time, however, Syrrik placed his paws on Strasha's body and forced the human to bend forward, crushing the human's prostate and grinding against it even when the head of his member passed.
The reaction was much stronger than he anticipated- Strasha all but had an orgasm from the sensations. His body spazmed and shook, his breath turning into a deep moan as he squeezed harshly on Syrrik's member.
The tightness around his erection brought a hiss from Syrrik. This was going to be good.
His hands once again wrapped around Strasha and lifted him from the ground, but they both knew that this was not going to be the simple pull of gravity to push Syrrik's cock into Strasha. The dragon's paws shifted, one of the going to the human's back and the other to Strasha's rump, and with a tiny roar Syrrik forced Strasha down. His cock instantly hit and ground against Strasha's area.
Before the head of Syrrik's member could slip past the bulb of flesh and delve deeper into Strasha's body, however, Syrrik had already lifted the human up again and was bringing him down. Strasha was just feeling the effects of the first thrust when the second came rushing in, and with Syrrik's speed there was soon a third and fourth. Strasha instantly went into another orgasm, his balls releasing the last traces of seed left in them onto Syrrik's chest and stomach, his rump tightening around Syrrik's cock but not slowing the dragon at all. Syrrik was going to get his pleasure.
For a few minutes all of Strasha's life revolved around the pleasure that Syrrik's cock was giving him. He could feel only his insides being spread apart by the length of the dragon's erection, feel the three ridges in the center as they passed his hole. The friction from those caused a small fire to start, his backside beginning to burn and ache as Syrrik sped up his mating. He used those ridges as a measure of how much more was left of Syrrik's pole, whining when he knew that soon it would have to retreat out of him. His arms and legs were numb in his mind, and laid by his sides limp. His voice came in deep gulps of air, tiny whisperings that begged Syrrik not to stop, to keep going and thrust harder.
Syrrik heard the voice, and it was in his favor to oblige. When he delivered a particularly harsh thrust the human would squeeze, and that led him to be as fast and rough as possible. He was growling constantly, the effort of thrusting so fast tiring him out quickly, but he continued mating with Strasha as much as he could.
Finally Syrrik felt his second orgasm coming. He felt the growing warmth spreading throughout his nether regions, quickly covering his member and moving to his balls. Ready to cum, he slammed Strasha down onto his member and kept him there, pumping his seed into the already full human's stomach.
Cum overflowed from Strasha's hole, dripping out with each thick spurt of new seed that was pushed inside of him. Strasha quivered and held onto Syrrik's paws to steady himself, trying to deal with the feeling of a large object inside himself again. Syrrik's member was twitching and pulsing inside him, he could feel it moving every few seconds as yet another burst of seed was forced into his body.
This orgasm was longer than the last, Syrrik ended up holding Strasha and cumming for more than just a few minutes. Eventually he calmed down, his body thoroughly exhausted at this point, and fell to his side. His arms wrapped around Strasha and holding the human close, the mixture of their cum being smeared between them.
His head gently rolled and looked to the edge of the cave. Seeing only darkness, he smiled- it was a good time to sleep. They had been mating since nearly first light. He curled back up into himself and looked at Strasha, his new slave. The human was asleep, giving an occasional twitch either in dreams or physical stress. He didn't know if Strasha had passed out or had gone to sleep, but he would let the human rest for now. He hugged the human close and shut his eyes, a deep sigh signalling his fall to sleep.
Strasha woke up with a large object in his face. It blocked his airways, and smelled of heavy musk and sweat. He coughed a bit and shook his head to get it out of the way, but it seemed to move with his head, intent on keeping close contact with his face and mouth.
Disturbed from his sleep now, he opened his eyes and tried to get away from the unknown object, before his eyes grew wide and he held still. A paw wrapped around the back of his head and held him in place while a large sheath and pair of testicles surged forward, rubbing his face and smothering him with the scent of male dragon. He had to close his eyes as his face was pressed in harder, feeling the tip of Syrrik's member poke him in the forehead and the dragon's testicles press against his lips, all five of his senses overwhelmed with the large genetalia.
Finally, with a chuckle, Syrrik let go of the human's head and allowed him to leave his nether regions. Strasha fell back and gasped, his lungs burning for air and his rump burning in pain. Above him stood a giant red dragon, the burgundy scales fading to black towards his scaled paws. Memories of the previous day came flooding back into his mind, and Strasha could only sit and wonder what was to happen next.
Syrrik's draconian face was unreadable to Strasha, who had no idea what was going through the dragon's mind. He very much hoped he would be able to sense what mood the dragon was in the more he spent time with him. Finally Syrrik spoke.
"Strasha..." A low grumble emanated from the dragon. Strasha gulped and looked up from the clawed paws just feet from him.
"You will hunt for me now." Syrrik continued. "You may have the weapons and armor of the warriors who have seen fit to attempt slaying me, but be warned that I won against all of those fools for a reason. An attempt at my harm with these weapons will end in your blood. Understood?"
Strasha nodded quickly. There was no reason for him to attack, but the threat was still intimidating and scary to him.
Syrrik seemed to take his nod well. Almost instantly the dragon's demeanor changed from intimidation to neutrality, his body suddenly seeming not so large, his paws and jaws not simply objects to rip Strasha apart with anymore. With a flick of his tail Syrrik turned and began walking to the deeper end of the cave, his voice calling out to the human.
"I expect a fair sized catch here in four days. If you need assistance in bringing your catch back I shall help." His voice wasn't as gutteral anymore, something that Strasha was grateful for, but a shiver went down his spine again when Syrrik turned his head to look back at him.
"It would be wise to follow my orders quickly."
He jumped up and headed to the side of the cave, finding a hidden pile of armor and weapons behind a stalagtite and grabbing clothes and a bow and quiver. He tried to avoid the items covered in quagulated blood, another shiver running through him at the sight.
Fully suited up and ready to go, he made his way to the mouth of the cave, his hole still giving a twang of discomfort with every other step. It would take a while to get used to that feeling.
Looking down at the forest, he could see for miles. The view was breath taking- it was no wonder dragons prefered to live in high caves, he could easily see anything that was headed for him.
He adjusted his helmet and looked on, mentally preparing for the rest of his life. This was going to be how he lived from now on- at that moment he fancied himself a knight for the dragons. He realized that he might actually become just that! All of the armor on him was fit for a nobleman, and he was working for a dragon! What more did he need then that?
An image appeared in his head of himself as a knight, just as when he was a child, but in place of slaying dragons he was protecting them, an honorable man that tried to settle qualms between beast and man. A smile appeared on his face, and his hand tightened on the bow.
A voice rang out from behind him, breaking him out of his daydream with a start.
"And, if you were wondering what name to call me by, my name is Syrrik."
His smile deepened, and he hunched his shoulders, taking the first step off of the bed rock and leaping onto the uneven stones to commence his hunt.