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The heat of the volcano burst against Lyndin, it pressed against her on all sides while she clung to a rope that lowered her down along the narrow shaft that delved closer to the burning molten lava that lurked beneath the surface. The rocks radiated the heat, it spilled against her chest and belly as sweat trickled down along the back of her neck. She was forced to count on the dragon-hide boots to keep her feet from scalding or getting burned. The merchant had been right, it had been worth the gold she'd spent to have them, as well as the matching gloves. The elf let out a trembling breath as she carefully slid another dozen feet down and ensured that her body was well away from the rock. She should have planned on this, but she hadn't, she had been stupid and slow.

The pale haired elf wrapped her arms along the rope and paused with her chest rising and falling rapidly, working to loop part of the rope beneath her rump so that she could relax her aching limbs before she dropped down the last dozen feet to her goal. Sweat ran along her eyes and she looked up at the chute she had chosen to enter through, it had seemed the most likely to be easy, but it had proven even more difficult than she had thought. The volcano had been dormant for ages, barely a rumble, many theorized that it was long dead and the lava was buried thousands of feet beneath the surface. She was proving that wrong, she could see the sickly red glow below her, the heat of the fire spilled up to greet her and made it almost impossible to breathe. She would have turned back if she hadn't committed herself to passing her mastery test.

Lyndin ran a forearm over her brow and fought the urge to pull the head band off to shove in her pocket, the gem that was set in it felt so heavy, too heavy. If she did, though, she would nullifying the agreement made between her and the Collegia. If she wanted to graduate as a full mage, she had to pass the trials, she had to pass them honorably while obeying all of the rules that had been laid out for her and every other apprentice that wanted to reach that lofty goal. This would be one of her last trials, to be sent out into the world to court one of the magical beasts into being her Familiar. It was the same assignment that all of her year-mates were going through at this moment, each one sent to a different corner of the world and given a headband that would become a collar for their chosen Familiar.

She had hoped for one of the peaceful creatures, a satyr perhaps or a white stag, something that would be lovely, as well as powerful, but her teacher hadn't offered so easy an assignment. She had been given the Salamander, a creature that was created from the fires of the earth's heart and born in lava. One of the more challenging creatures, but one that would serve her well in her role as a Mage. She would be powerful, able to work all the powers of the fire and earth together as one, if only she made it through this test and collared the beast. She would seal it to her with magic, bonding them together as one, so that she would be able to control it and tap into the powers that it possessed. All flames would be open to her, to travel, to spy, to control. Her teacher would have never offered her this assignment if he didn't think that she was worthy of the task.

"Just a bit more..." She sighed, finding it harder to breathe in the incredible heat of the volcano, but soon she would be able to walk here unafraid.

The elf slowly slid down the rope, ignoring the sweat trickling down her back as she inched back down the chute. She would have jumped if she had trusted the ground below, but it could be just a thin crust over lava. Her arms were shaking and sore by the time she came down to the bottom of the chute, her body exhausted from the climb, but still she was able to make a careful landing. She tested the ground with one booted foot, stomping to ensure that it was solid ground and not some crust over lava. The heat was overwhelming, the air wavered with it and the sickly orange glow of spots of lava that hid within crevices. Every breath was strained as her braided hair laid flat against the line of her neck and she looked around the cave.

"The Salamander is the earth's fire given form, related to the dragon, they are a more primal creature that prefers living within volcanoes or in the midst of forest fires, though the latter is impossible to plan for safely." Her teacher had told her before she set off. "They are strange creatures that require cunning to hold and capture. Fire cannot be held within a wooden cage, even metal can be melted, and water will only kill it. They cannot be forced or caged, they must be lured and bribed into allowing themselves to be collared."

"How? With treats? Food?" She had asked, unable to fathom what would lure a creature into letting itself be collared when so many others could be trapped easily with someone who was sly enough to construct a strong enough cage or pit.

"No, you will have to find that answer out yourself, for that is your key to mastery, to understand and succeed." Was her only answer, it was still her only answer.

She had poured through books on those who had Salamander familiars in the past, but they hadn't given her any answers on how they called the beast to their hands and kept it. They were notoriously biased towards females, though occasional males did creep up, they were elusive by nature and hard to find, and even harder to keep. They were born in the heart of a forest fire, and when they were adults they retreated to underground caves and volcanos, that's all anyone really knew about their natural lives. Lyndin had brought with her fresh hot meat, ripe fruits that were equated with the nature of fire, and stones that had been enchanted to burn white hot a whisper of a word. One of them would bring the beast to her hand, or perhaps a spell to entrance it. Or a song. She pushed down her doubt and started off through the tunnel, carefully feeling out her path as she kept her senses open to the slightest hint of life and movement.

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The lava flowed over the Salamander's hide, it spilled down his neck as he flexed his toes against the rock he used as his preferred perch and rested his heavy spade shaped head just above the boiling heat. His vibrant blue eyes remained fixed at a point high above him while he curled his tail through the glowing melted rock and breathed out a puff of smoke. It had been so long since he had come here, even longer since he had made the earth dance and the volcano come alive. He had been young then, a drake in the first bloom of his youth filled with rage and mischief, a chance to stretch himself out and dance within the flames. He had been terror and fear, he had been destruction and birth, and he had loved it. Loved the way the elves had shrieked to see the fires rise and the way they built all over again no matter how it was destroyed.

Clever little beasts elves. He could destroy their city a dozen times, but still they would come back and laboriously build a new home. Perhaps they would build it better than before, stronger, with higher walls, but they would still build it all over again. Eventually his youth had subsided and he grew tired of constantly rousing the volcano, but that did not mean he slept. He danced through the molten core of the earth, slipped through the heat and fire and watched the world as it turned. He watched the youngsters born in forest fires grow and become puckish and eager to try themselves, he watched the older Salamander's perish in glorious infernos. But still, as a drake in the prime of his life, he was bored, bored and growing restless as he heaved himself out of his lava and let it spill down his pebbled gold and red hide.

Today, for the first time, there was something of interest within the labyrinth of tunnels and chutes that made up the underbelly of his volcano. It wasn't a young drake coming to challenge a drake in his prime, it wasn't even an animal that had fallen down one of the tunnels, something he could snap up as a snack. It was something new, a two legged thing, an elf, that had come from the surface and deliberately lowered herself into his lair. It wasn't the first time elves had been here, but it was the first time one had come that had reeked of magic. The sickly sweet scent of it was on the air, spilling down to him as he extended a long black tongue and curled the tip out to savor it. Power, magic, female, mage. Sweet delicious magic, not even being used, just resting there, the potential luring him towards the surface like a siren's call. It had been too long since something had held his interest.

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The tunnels were everywhere, not just the one that Lyndin had spilled down, they were everywhere she could see, and all of them the exact same size and dimensions. At first, she'd assumed that she was merely imagining something as she moved through the underground maze, but it soon became apparent that she was travelling through a set of created tunnels. The edges of the rock were worn smooth, almost glassy to the touch, and seemed to radiate out from the hottest portion of the underground network. If she walked further out, she would feel cool air blowing in, a merciful gift that let her left her head up and cool the sweat from her brow, but she always turned back to the heat, no matter the temptation to follow that cool air to the surface.

It wasn't until she was trying one of the newer tunnels, one that was rough instead of glassy, that she became aware that she was being watched every time she returned to the main network. She felt the eyes on her as she stepped into the roughly cut tunnel and it made the hair on the back of her neck stand up on end while she paused and looked around the central cave. Lights from the cracks in the floor cast eerie shadows as she put her back against the wall and swung her bag down so that it rested comfortably against her hip and at the ready. How intelligent was a Salamander? All magical creatures were smart, but some were just barely above animals, surely something that lived in flame would be one of the duller creatures. Their lives wouldn't require any real energy.

She studied the shadows, searching for patterns in the way that they revealed rocks and ragged bits of the cave that would spill out elongated dark forms that tricked the eye. As she swung her gaze to the far part of the cave she felt it, a blast of humid heat so intense that she could feel it soaking into the side of her shirt and the curve of her arm. Lyndin let out a yelp, trying to stifle it, and jerked away from the tunnel and the sound of the soft hiss that echoed through the chamber, like water being thrown onto hot coals. Two eyes opened in the shadows, vibrant flame blue with pale white slit pupils that seemed to glow in the relative darkness, set just above a maw that parted to show a glowing fiery mouth and long ebony tongue that flicked out towards her.

The elf stumbled backwards, but the Salamander followed with a slow scrape of claws upon the ground. With the movement, the dark coating of its hide crumbled away, spilling off his head and shoulders in great sheets to fall into powder at his paws. Flashes of brilliant crimson and metallic gold glowed beneath the revealed patches, glittering glowing colors that could never have been hidden in the dark without the aid of the sooty covering. Lyndin tried to get back into the middle of the main cave as the beast let out an ashy snort and gave himself a shake to clear the last of the ash from his body. The creature didn't charge her, but continued to clean his scales, stepping out just far enough that she got a good look at his form. And she marveled.

She had been expecting some amphibian looking creature, perhaps larger than a real salamander, but the same general shape and appearance, but this beast was to a real salamander what a dragon was to a toad. His heavy head was shaped like a spade with a narrow muzzle burnished in glowing gold, his body was braced on four powerful short legs, with muscles that rippled down his elongated body quite like a lizards. His tail was thick and comparably short, but it ended in a heavy mace that had spikes protruding from it, each one glowing a vibrant orange like heated metal. His claws were deep red at the base, turning black towards the tips, while the white teeth were hooked like deadly thorns within his maw. He was... indescribably beautiful, deadly looking, and nearly the size of a horse if he had more height to his shoulders.

"Easy... easy..." The elf murmured, trying to sound reassuring as the creature's head swung back towards her. "I've brought you food..." She reached down towards her carry sack, flipping the top open so she could reach for the wax paper that was filled with the finest cuts of fatted beef. "For you.." She crooned and lifted the package up, fumbling to open up the string to show her offering.

_:Meat?: _ The question rolled through her mind, tanged with curiosity and the Salamander snuffed the air with anticipation.

"Gods, you can talk!" She grinned as she got the top of the package open and revealed the bloody meat. "Yes, meat, for you beautiful one. A present for being in your presence, for you are glorious to look upon Fire-Salamander."

_:Dead meat.: _ The mind-voice was dismissive as the drake lowered his blunt snout to snuff at the package and then turned his head away.

"It's from a finely fed cow, slaughtered just this morning especially for you. You might take this tidbit and then I shall take you so that you might kill your own." She cajoled softly, watching the white pupil flare open and thin down to a slit while she spoke. He, the 'voice' was definitely male, snuffed the air again.

_:Old. Dead.: _The thoughts were gruff and the Salamander wrinkled his upper lips back in what looked like disgust.

"Perhaps it is too old." Lyndin agreed amiably and carefully set the meat down and away from her. "But I have other things for you, flame-born."

_:Presents?: _ The voice was tinged with eagerness. Gods, it was speaking, but how dimwitted! She didn't need it to be intelligent, though, she just needed obedience.

"Yes, look..." She dug through her pack, relief at being faced with such a simplistic creature making her almost weak as she pulled out the dark red snap fruit she had bought earlier in her travels. "This comes from trees only after the fire, it is said to hold a bit of the flame inside of it, noble one. I would give it to you as a gift, for you yourself come only after fire and this fruit is not half so lovely as yourself."

The Salamander leaned forward, taking one step with a heavy paw and snuffed the air again before snorting out in what seemed like disgust. :Not meat.:

"You do not eat anything like this? Would you not like to try it? To taste it, or to possess it, something no other Salamander can possess?" She murmured, almost crooning.

:Not meat.: _ He repeated and gave his head a shake before snapping his jaws at the air. _:Do not want it.:

"I am sorry, I have one more gift to offer you, for I did not know what would please you most. And I came here to please you above all else." She reached into her pack and pulled out two large stones, each one worn smooth by much handling and etched with the symbols for fire and forge. "I have these, brightest flame, at a word they will burn hotter than any fire, melting any metal or even stone. They would warm you on even the coldest night and ensure you always have fire around you."

The drake lifted his head at that and she set the rocks down in front of her for him to sniff at before whispering the activation word softly. The moment the words left her lips the stones flared up, a spot of dark orange at first, but rapidly lightening as pale white heat overtook their smooth outer edges and the area beneath them began to scorch and bubble as the rock melted where they rested. The Salamander seemed enthralled, he pushed his nose down and touched one and then the other, his long black tongue flicked out and coiled around one of the rocks and held it before dropping it down with a clattering sound.

"Do these not please you, my lord?" Lyndin spoke softly as he continued to nose them. "They are yours, gifts from me to bring you pleasure."

:Why? I make my own!: _ The drake lifted his head, briefly, before flicking out his tongue and licked a long line against the stone, melting it beneath the heat as he did so. _:Any more?:

Damnitall, what does he want? _ The elf struggled to hold back her frustration as the creature returned to regarding her. _Why couldn't the books have at least hinted at what he wanted.

"That is all I have with me, bright flame, but if you come with me we can find what would please you. I come from a world of magic where I would strive to give you whatever would give you the most pleasure to possess." She attempted a slow bow. "I would not rest until you were satisfied."

:Pleasure? Satisfaction?: _ The Salamander lifted his head up, his head canted to one side so that one great eye was focused on her entirely. _:Yes, that gift. That is what I wish.:

Lydin fought to keep her elation from spreading on her face at the drake's slow announcement, she just straightened up and give a small nod of her head. She didn't want to scare the beast, once she got it out of here she could convince it to wear her collar, trick it somehow so that her glyph would be on him and he would be bound as her Familiar.

"Then it is yours, flame born! I will take you with me and we shall find out what will bring you the most pleasure and it will be yours, no matter what the price." She promised and made a gesture with her head towards the chute she had scrambled down.

To her amazement the Salamander didn't immediately step forward, but spread his jaws open to show his glowing inner maw and every last tooth in a strange parody of a smile. He took a step towards her and flicked his tongue out, almost touching her with the tip.

_:You pleasure me.: _ The mind-voice spilled into her thoughts, but it wasn't the words that made the color drain from her cheeks, but the heat behind them.

"If you wish a female, I will find you a Salamander that you might have as a mate," She corrected herself hurriedly, but the drake lurched forward another step, his eyes remained focused on her.

_:No, you. Pleassssssssure me.: _ He hissed out loud as he spoke inside her mind, his spade shaped head swung forward almost touching her, the heat spilled off him as he snuffed right against the curve of her belly.

_No no... there is no way I'm doing this. _ She thought in panic and took a step backwards away from him, the creature was huge and it was an animal!

"I will find you more gifts." She stammered and shouldered her sack as she continued to step away from him.

_:No, do not return. Go.: _ The Salamander's dismissal was almost mocking, daring her to leave here without him.

The elf got another step away before she paused, trembling a little bit as she stared at the magnificent animal in front of her. Her mind flitted through all that she had ready about the beasts, the fact they were slow to mature, illusive to find when an adult. She could leave here and find a young one, it would likely still be able to link to her, but a baby would take decades to grow to size and be useful. She could go try and find another adult, risking not finding one at all or finding one too late.

_Damnit, this isn't shopping at a market for the best bargain. _She balled her hands up into fists at her side. _Would it be any different than helping aim a stallion at a mare? Just holding longer... _

The thought was utterly repugnant, but she had few options. The stone collar she had been given rested heavy on her head as she opened and closed her hands several times and looked at the creature looming in front of her. She had the dragon hide gloves, she wouldn't have to actually touch him skin to scale, and once she had satiated him she could snap the collar in place and lock him as being her Familiar. An adult Salamander. It would be a coup that would ensure her position at moving up in the next level, perhaps two levels if no one else returned with so showy a Familiar.

"Alright.." She whispered the words, almost choking on them. "If you will promise to be mine afterwards, I will."

:Yes. Promise.: _The Salamander's voice echoed with a slight hiss, his heavy paws moving beneath him as he stepped forward. _:Your only.:

Lyndin froze as another step brought the large spade shaped head in closer to her and she steeled herself. Get beside the creature, reach under him, do what she had to do and be done with this sickening notion. She held to those thoughts even as the black tongue flicked out and suddenly ran up along her covered leg, dragging like a line of fire upwards towards her shirt. Sparks flared from him, heat and flame erupted along her skin before she could stop him from igniting her clothing just by his touch. With a scream she threw herself down towards the hot ground and writhed out of her shirt, desperately hitting it against the ground to put out the flames even as she struggled with her pants. The flames ran along the fabric, the heat almost charring her skin, but never quite touching her as the material crumbled away.

"DON'T DO THAT!" She snapped out when the tongue tried to move down again. Her cheeks burned an angry red as she kicked off her charring pants, ignoring the heat on her ass cheeks as she frantically checked for burn barks.

The Salamander just hissed something like laughter and pushed his broad head down against her, his muzzle shoved against her chest and pushed her arms away from her legs as she tried to see if she'd been injured. The fiery red and gold hide blocked her vision as the breath hit against her chest and the heat spread over her senses. It almost burned, almost, it was like being engulfed in water that was just this side of too hot to be comfortable and she couldn't get away from it. The nose pushed against her stomach and drew in a long breath of her scent. She tried to scramble backwards, but the nose followed her, pushing roughly against her revealed nude body. Humiliation and horror warred against each other as she couldn't seem to get away from him.

"Stop that! I said I'd pleasure you, j-just let me get up and I can- AHH!" The last words turned into a harsh cry as a hot slimy tongue curled out and smeared right along her belly, dragging like a line of fire along her skin heedless of her protests.

The beast made no attempt to talk to her or answer her, the more she moved away, the more intent he became at following her with short snuffling snorts. When she tried to bolt out from under him the heat of the tongue suddenly moved down and traced her inner thigh with a blistering burn that drew a pained scream from her throat. It felt like a brand had just ran along her skin, not a large amount, barely the size of her thumb, but it was enough that she froze in place. Tears pricked her eyes as the large nose shoved against her belly and lower, nudging and pushing against her like a dumb beast with loud snorts. His threat was clear, if she tried to get away he could burn her alive, he'd probably even enjoy the fuel for his fire for a time.

The elf balled her fists up against the ground as the tongue pushed away from the aching burn and suddenly pushed between her legs. The tears rolled down her cheeks as she felt the slimy tongue tip rubbing right along her folds, intimately rubbed along them and forcing them to spread open as she choked back a disgusted sound. It was wet, and too hot, it almost burned as he worked the outer lips and dragged right along the inner ones. One of his heavy broad forepaws moved up and pushed her back onto the hard stone floor, the red hide abraded her breasts as she struggled to get out from under him when the tongue tip surged forward. It was too much, too hot, it would sear her flesh in the most tender of areas.

The thick tongue tip wedged inwards, pushing and forcing its way deeper into her passage as she stifled her screams. This wasn't what she'd meant about satisfying him, but he seemed deaf to her attempts to get him to stop. She felt the fiery heat pushing between her legs, the slickness of his tongue pulled along her outer walls as she clutched at his forepaw and tried to shove it off. She squeezed her eyes shut while the tongue tip massaged and stroked inside of her, investigating her with a texture she'd never experienced. His tongue was barbed, like a cats tongue, and it raked through her tender passage and rasped over heated nerve endings. She choked out raggedly and attempted to pull her hips away only to feel the paw heating against her stomach, almost burning so she stopped. How did she fight a creature like this? If there had been water about she could have called upon it, but there was nothing she could do without risking him burning her alive.

She felt the rippling muscles caressing her inner passage, pushing deep and pulling out with lewd wet noises as she tried to ignore it. It was painfully hot, but he also seemed to know where to stroke to garner humiliating responses from her. It didn't matter how horrible it was, certain parts of her responded with tremors of pleasure when he stroked over them. The hot blast of his breath hit between her legs while he drew his tongue back and used part of it to rub against her clit making her walls clamped down tightly in reaction. She let out a ragged protesting sound when he did it again, rasping the barbed tongue along her clit as the tip flicked inside of her. And then, she made the mistake of looking up at him.

The drake's haunches were spread apart, unlike a common salamander, his body was raised from the ground instead of naturally resting against it. It meant that there was no hiding what was pushing out from a thick lipped vent. The tip of the shaft was a deep purplish red, fringed with a line of barbs right around the blunt glans that drooled out a spill of glowing gold precum onto the ground. The line of the shaft was impossibly thick with a line of ridges that ran along the underside as the dark purple-red color turned to pitch black around the thickest portion of the base. It held a tracery of veins all over the swollen strained flesh, and looked almost slimy as it bobbed beneath his belly, ready and eager for his promised 'treat'. The oozing precum was pooling beneath the beast as his tongue avidly stroked her, forcing her body to grow slick no matter what she felt. Her breathing came out roughly as she struggled not to let him know how it was affecting her.

Eventually, the spade shaped head lifted from her, the long rasping tongue pulled back with a lewd wet noise as her inner body clenched down around nothing. She almost felt burnt as his head lifted away and he snuffled down at her. The blue eyes were narrowed with lust as he snuffled along her chest and carefully shifted his weight so that he stepped over her, the broad heavy paw on her chest moved away so that she was left staring up at his pale gold chest. With a rush of panic she knew what he was going to do and she let out a shriek before trying to scramble to one side. She wasn't going to do this, she wasn't going to be fucked by a beast.

_:Deal broken?: _ The query was almost matter of fact, belying the feel of lust beneath them as she felt a burning dribble of golden glowing precum ooze out to splatter along her upper thigh.

_Oh god... He still thinks this is what I meant. _ She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to stop her body from shaking against the ground.

"Let me use my hand, I can use that...NNNPH!" She muffled her cry as the hips shifted just enough she felt the throbbing heat draped against her inner leg, the tip's barbs rasping against her skin.

_:No. This or leave. For always.: _The Salamander hissed out, but didn't press himself, almost mocking her with the choice he was giving her.

There was no choice, she could leave here with her dignity and return without a Familiar or a poor substitute. No one need never know about what happened her, her shame would never be revealed and she would have a Familiar that was fully grown and powerful. One that could ensure her success if she were willing to endure this humiliation. She balled her fists up against the ground, her cheeks burning in shame.

"Alright." The one word felt like it was burning her tongue as she spoke it, but she did so and couldn't take it back as the hips dropped down harder and one large forepaw hooked beneath the curve of her hips.

The claws bit in against her tender skin and suddenly yanked her roughly, turning her beneath him so that she was shoved face down against the dirt. She cried out in protest, but the beast didn't care, it only hissed in satisfaction as his changed hold on her hips forced her ass up into the air to present herself to him. She squeezed her eyes shut to try and stop her tears of humiliation, her mind locked on what prize she was getting while his hips pushed against her. The animalistic shaft rubbed against her, the weight of it so much larger than anything she had ever felt and it rubbed roughly right against her folds and pushed up against her stomach. She almost screamed out at the heat of the base rubbing against her folds, and she moved her hands down to dig roughly against the ground in front of her. She could do this, she had to do this.

The Salamander drew his hips backwards, the barbs on the tip plucked along her stomach before he pulled back enough that the tapered tip pushed right up against her lewdly exposed folds. The glowing precum spilled out over them while his forepaw clutched against her stomach to hold her in place. Her knees were even lifted from the ground so she had to scrabble with her feet to even brace herself for the rolling push of the haunches behind her. The cock tip was crammed right up against her outer lips and forced them in on themselves, wedging against the tender opening of her passage trying to force something too large into her body. Her legs stiffened and she let out a harsh shriek of shock and pain when the beast drove himself forward, tearing into her aching body and forcing her birthing canal to wrap tightly around him.

Her muscles quivered and twitched in protest, squeezing and pulling roughly as inch by steady inch was fed into her body by the grinding push down. A rush of fire exploded in front of her eyes as the drake's mouth opened and tongues of flames spilled out along his jaws. The heat was nothing compared to the feel of the nearly burning shaft rubbing through her, the heat of the precum sank deep inside of her as the powerful haunches wrapped around her sides. She couldn't take anymore, her fingers scrabbled against the dirt, madly trying to pull away as he continued to feed his cock into her too small body. The hot tears streaked down her face and her walls clamped down hard around him as she could feel her lower belly swelling out in reaction to the shaft sheathing itself within her body.

With a grunt the tip of the beast ground itself right up against her cervix and he kept pushing, trying to dimple in that spongy barrier and tear through it. For a moment she was terrified he was about to do so, but he eventually dragged backwards making the barbs flare open wide within her body. She muffled her scream as she felt the sharp points raking through her and were dug in by her own contracting body. Thick slimy precum spilled out around the red-black shaft as the ridges popped out one by one, caressing through her writhing form until the just the tip nestled inside of her violated body. The Salamander only remained that way for the blink of an eye before he started driving back into her body again, a lewd wet noise reaching her as he forced himself in ridge by thick ridge in the first of many thrusts.

Her toes barely touched the ground as he kept her ass in the air and the powerful muscled body gave hard short strokes. The rasping barbs ran through her time and again, raking along her silken passage that kept clamping down in reaction. It hurt, at first, the ache blending with the torment and pain of being stretched so lewdly wide. Her tears spilled along the curve of her chin as her humiliation was made worse by the curling black tongue that twisted itself along her bare shoulders and neck. She was forced to listen to the short grunts and groans of the beast as he continued to hammer up against her cervix, bruising it with the force of his hips driving forward against her. The bestial creature mated her without pity or mercy, the fiery heat of it's natural body just growing worse as thick dollops of precum spilled from the tip and splattered against her cervix before being pushed out.

Each thrust ended with just a little more fitting inside of her, the ridges were popping in and out as, at times, they made her feel humiliating flashes of pleasure through the pain and heat. Her breathing came out raggedly while the slick tongue worked along her neck and dipped downwards. The blast of the Salamanders breath hit against the back of her neck as he continued to try and force himself all the way into her. Each thrust rocked against her hips, the slap of flesh on flesh became louder as the claws dug in against her stomach and the beast finally snarled out and drove himself forward. The barbs along the tip began to spread open as steadily, slowly, he forced the snug bottleneck of her cervix to spread around his urethral opening. Lyndin let out a broken cry as she felt another ridge popping into her body before the drake stiffened above her.

Her inner walls betrayed her, clutching and pulling around him, as the first fiery blast of heat spilled into her vulnerable womb in a sickening wave. She felt it pouring into her, so hot it nearly seared her, scalding and terrifying all in once as the glowing golden seed plunged ever deeper into her body. Each jet of it splattered against the back of her womb while the barbs locked in place to keep her from being able to scrabble away from him. Instead, she pushed back to try and relieve the ache, grinding against him as pulse after thick pulse worked up the swollen cock, sealing her deal with him. Her stomach could barely handle the first few sprays, barely a third of his size, by the time the thick trickle of sperm rich seed began to slow her stomach felt swollen and taut, stretched out and overly filled by the creature.

When he finally was finished with her and pulled back, she let out a weak whimper as the cock tip pulled backwards with a lewd squelching noise. Thick glowing cum spilled from between her abused cunny lips and along her inner thighs as she tried to keep herself on all fours, trembling in exhaustion. The beast lowered his muzzle before he dismounted her entirely, his long black tongue flicked out and twisted itself right along her forearm before suddenly flaring white. Lydin's last shriek burst past her lips as the flesh burned into her arm, raising welts and blisters wherever the dark flesh rested against her vulnerable skin.

_:There. Mine now too.: _ The Salamander's voice was smug as the cock tip pulled out with a pop and she was able to drop down onto the so hot ground. Her hands barely working enough to affix the collar onto her Familiar before she was able to pass out. But it didn't matter, she'd done it, nothing mattered now and no one ever need know how she'd won him. She had her Familiar, and he would obey her. Now and forever.

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"Lyndin Auc Maron, well done, my girl." Her teacher, an elderly elf who's hair had long gone white, sat at his chair in his office regarding her with a pair of the darkest amber eyes she'd ever seen. "I had my doubts when I assigned you the Salamander, but I see that my instincts were correct."

"Yes, sir. I've named him Brimstone." Lyndin's lifted her head up with pride, trying not to let him see the shame that lurked behind her eyes. "He is magnificent. Already I've learned how to hear through flame using him as a channel."

It had taken a week to get back to the Collegia, but she had done so in triumph with new clothing and straddling Brimstone as they walked through the gate. The fiery creature had been almost gay as crowds had come to see him and the false sparks he shed from his hide in a showy manner. It had almost washed away the shame of how she had won him, what she had done to put the collar around his neck. Perhaps, in time it would. Her only real reminder of that time now was the burn on her forearm, a large spiral that was still carefully bandaged and healing. Eventually it would become a scar, like the knowledge that she had let an animal fuck her in exchange for her success.

"It's not often we pick out candidates for Salamanders, they are notoriously hard to lure into being a Familiar and many don't even survive their first encounter." The man leaned forward a little, his elegant hands resting in front of him with the fingers laced together. "We are careful not to put details into the books because many students don't truly understand the sacrifices needed to obtain a Familiar such as this."

"I am pleased that I have impressed you." She leaned forward a little, almost bowing. "I will take care that no one ever knows of how I won him."

_No one. Ever. No one will ever have to know of my shame. _ It was almost a relief that her teacher hadn't asked her how she'd managed it the moment she'd come into his office.

"No, the less said about that the better. You'll succeed beyond your wildest dreams with this fellow." Her teacher gave a tight smile. "Albeit, I'm sure it will be a hard few years at first, but I'm told that over time one grows used to his...needs and how to attend them."

"S-sir..." Lyndin felt the world fall away from her, her stomach dropping as she processed what he was saying.

"Don't looked shocked child, you've got his marking there plain as day." The old elf snorted in disgust. "Salamanders are only bound one way, and it's clear enough he's made his claim. To speak clearly, you'll attend his demands if you wish to keep him. You cannot cage a Salamander, nor trap one. You can only keep one through what you've already done."

"You... knew about this?!" Lyndin struggled to her feet, almost shrieking out the accusation while the Salamander grumbled at her sudden movement.

"My dear, it's recorded fact, that is why females are primarily given to them as Familiars." Her teacher grimaced slightly. "I'm told many Mages learn to enjoy it, especially those that manage to clutch from them. However, you are both dismissed, you will see me in the morning about what training you'll be attending first."

Lyndin didn't know what else to say, she could barely speak, let alone make her mind work past the shame that others would know what she had done. How many other people knew how one earned a Salamander as a Familiar? How many other people knew what he had done to and with her, and would do again? Her stomach twisted at that thought, the memory of being nearly torn in two by the too large beast and what the future now held. She had her success, she had her Familiar, and now she understood the cost of both.