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The Life and Trials

of

The Draconian Apprentice

Chapter III

The morning came, minus one innocent gryphon. Her body was found on the steps before the magistrate's palace. Trimble had just arrived.

He broke down into hysterics upon seeing his only daughter's remains, what remained of them. His security detail had to restrain the gryphon as he shed tears.

...

The badger, meanwhile, lay in his bed clutching his boner as pleasant memories of the previous night flashed before him.

After they'd taken the gryphoness to their dark hideout, they chained her, gagged her and stripped her of all her clothing.

The badger had her wings clipped. They kept her awake through the whole thing as they sawed directly through flesh and bone. She was in cursing like a demon, or he assumed she was. He couldn't really understand her through the gag expertly placed in her beak.

He had so much fun with her... how she bled when he fucked her, when he jammed his jagged knife inside her vulva. She pissed blood all over him, it made him cum so hard.

He offered her sloppy vagina to some of his employees. Cruel ones like the troll obliged. Those with the slightest hint of a moral compass stayed out of his line of sight.

She'd vomited into her gag. He pulled it out and it had been her own torn underwear.

When he was finished, he dragged his knife over her belly then jabbed it in, piercing her stomach. He licked his chops as the smell of vital organs hit his predatory nose. He sawed at her gut, cutting her open and allowing her to spill out on the stone floor. He watched her face directly as her eyes clouded over, he took off her eyelids specifically so he could see this. She was gone, but still so warm.

The badger came hard over his own fat gut as he woke up from that most pleasant of dreams.

...

Meanwhile, Salieri slept comfortably in his new bed. He snored raucously in his sleep, then unconsciously blew frost from his nostrils each time. He didn't stir when suddenly his blanket was pulled off of him.

The white dragoness who stood over him shook her head.

Ondine had come in to wake him up but couldn't help snickering when she saw how cute he looked snoring. She calmed herself, after all, she's supposed to be the stern, strict authority here. She used telekinesis to steal the downy pillow from her charge's grasp, then with a flick of her wrist, she smacked him hard in the face with that same pillow.

He woke up, "Ah! We're under attack!" He fell out of bed and blushed when he saw his Master's feet. He got up and saluted for her, "I'm at your attention, sir! Uh, madam."

She put her serious face back on. "You're my guest, Salieri. Feel free to call me Ondine if you like. Now meet me downstairs! Don't bother dressing, in fact..." She used her telekinesis to divest him of his cute red boxers and left him bare before her. "You're already overdressed." She turned then walked out before he could protest.

Salieri gulped, though had to question why he was suddenly bashful when he'd already laid with this particular female... oh right, she was as scary as she was beautiful.

He followed her as instructed, soon they were both inside her private training room. He blushed when he walked in.

Ondine stood in the center ring, her sword in hand and her clothes in a neat pile close by. She smirked at his bashful expression, "This should not surprise you, Salieri. You've seen me before." She let her breasts jiggle as she chuckled playfully.

Sal had to admit to himself, though they did share an intimate moment before, he hadn't really looked at her, not like he was seeing her now. He was stunned before by her beauty, now he was speechless. This dragoness had children? He could not even tell. He shook his head, "I'm sorry, but you're the only dragoness I've ever been with... all my exploits before... whatever there were, were just..."

"Flings, I know, you're young. For once you see what a real woman looks like and now you are truly intimidated, aren't you?" She crossed her arms but let her breasts stay out in the open.

He did not even dare let his eyes stray downward that perfect female form. He suddenly felt a pain in his groin. He fell to his knees clutching his balls.

Ondine chuckled some more, "I'm telepathic as well, boy. Now, as soon as you can stand, pick a weapon and we may begin."

Salieri stood and walked to the Lady's wall of weapons. He took down a simple sabre. It curved beautifully, felt heavy in the tip, but that hilt fit his palm fine. He went to join his Lady in her circle, then bumped into an invisible barrier as he tried to enter. Perplexed he tried again and the force pushed back against him.

Ondine stared unblinkingly as he failed again and again to cross her psychic circle. "Come now, Sally, I'm waiting." She teased him.

He caught on when he heard the tone in her voice. He laughed sarcastically, "Very funny, Ondine."

She smiled, "This circle is only for accomplished warriors. If you wish even the privilege of stepping over that line, you must..."

"Prove myself." He repeated her mantra. He stepped back then cracked his neck vertebrae. "Then train me, My Lady Ondine."

She broke eye contact and her barrier came down. "We will first begin with the basics. Every young hatchling must learn the most basic of life's instincts so they can understand their own bodies." She returned her weapon to the rack, then Sal's.

She pressed her nude body against his own."We don't even need weapons yet, that was just part of my silly joke. In truth, you wouldn't really need a sword if you became anywhere as good as my father. He was a true master in mental arts. He won tournaments, fought in wars and came back every time with only the odd scar added to his collection. He got the death so few warriors ever achieve, calm, peaceful by his wife's side in the safety of his own home."

She kissed Sal on his blushing cheeks before stepping behind him and pressing her plump white mounds into his sapphire backside. She massaged his teenaged body, his pecs. "I know this seems counter-productive to what I've been saying, but I assure you it is entirely necessary."

Salieri leaned into her erotic caresses, "I have no reason to question your methods, My Lady. I feel safe with you, I feel you will guide me." He made eye contact with her.

She kissed him then turned his head forward. "You see my sword? I seem to have forgotten it, get it for me?" She smiled sweetly.

He nodded, "With my hands, or do you want me to use my mind?"

She giggled sweetly, "Picture it in your hands, don't think of anything else, don't even think of my pussy pressed up against your tail." She added that just because... why wouldn't she?

He gulped, now he'll have that image in his head. He tried to do as she said and tried to clear everything from his mind, tried to forget her, oh how could he? She was the most beautiful... he shook his head. She's your master, you're the apprentice, do what she commands! He scolded himself. He closed his eyes then when he opened them he focused on something, the sword laid on the ground before him. He looked at it, he wanted it in his hands right now. Then, to his surprise, the blade began to tremble.

Ondine watched her pupil, felt him sweat. She massaged his shoulders as he worked hard, oh so hard... She grinned a devious grin.

The blade seemed to lift from the ground, or it was trying to. Salieri focused, harder than he'd ever done anything; arithmetic classes didn't give him this much of a headache.

He nearly flinched when something thick and long brushed over his own thick, long something. He didn't dare look away to see what was happening. He held out his right hand and the blade came to him. Too fast! He blinked and lost control of the blade.

Ondine caught the blade herself, with her mind. She let it drop on the floor. She sighed, "So close. But, for a first attempt, that wasn't bad."

Salieri was finally able to look away, he looked down to see his lady's serpentine tail wrapped firm around his malehood. "You did that on purpose."

Ondine nuzzled him. "So, a female's tail can just accidentally wrap itself around your cock?" She stepped around him, let her pretty butt sway before bending over to pick up her sword.

He realized he wasn't even upset, only surprised. How could he stay mad at... an ass that voluptuous?

She giggled when she turned and saw how he looked at her. "You make me feel young again, Salieri."

She walked up to him, then embraced him, allowed him to feel her warmth, "I've not met a male so fun as you in years, not since... Oliver."

He let her hold him as long as she wanted. When she mentioned her late husband's name, he somehow felt what arousal he had before begin to deflate. "You miss him don't you?"

She scoffed, "Of course I do. He made me feel equal. I didn't have to impress him like everyone else around me. He loved me and I loved him." She sniffed before changing the subject, "So, do you understand why I distracted you like I did?"

Salieri shook his head.

"Do you know what it would have felt like if you had caught that sword on your first try?"

Sal shrugged, "It would've felt amazing, I guess. I..."

"You'd feel like you could accomplish anything, then. And you know, looking at you, how determined you were, I'd believe it." She kissed him, "I couldn't let you get it. You want something, it can't come to you that easy, you must earn it. This is what I expect from you everyday you enter my dojo. You have no other pupils here with you, no rival... so I'm your opponent. If you want to be the best, you have to beat the best and in here, that's me."

Sal swelled with pride, "I understand, thank you, Lady Ondine."

She stood up straight and here both could see the difference in their heights.

Sal blushed to realize how tall she was, were all dragonesses this big? He knew his mother was a great female. He only made it up to her chin when they stood together. Here with Lady Ondine, she wasn't as large as his mother, but she still beat him in height alone, horns excluded. He soon realized the Lady had enveloped him in her wings.

Ondine kissed him more intimately than the other times, her tail went back around his thick cock. She stroked, pulled and squeezed his meat.

He simply stood and let her dominate him with just her tail. He gulped when he felt warmth.

She'd been generous enough to let him feel her mouth. She bobbed and licked at his blue-violet penis.

He tried to hold her horns, but she growled. She would not be treated like one of his tramps. He appeased her by massaging her neck muscles as she worked on him.

He started to think about his father cautioning him on how a lady as refined as Ondine wouldn't approve of a horny thing like himself. His mind was brought back to the present and he saw stars as he released.

Ondine purred, she felt her pupil's warmth collect in her mouth. She let him go until that vein in his cock no longer pulsed. She pulled away, his last few strings painted the top of her muzzle and she swallowed what she took.

Sal fought to keep balance after such an amazing blowjob from such an amazing female. He lost that fight and came down to his knees.

Ondine kissed him, playfully smudging some of his own emissions on his face. "You deserved that reward for trying as hard as you did. Now, I bet you're hungry." She quipped after realizing how early in the day this still was.

...

After a bath, Salieri was dressed into his day clothes.

Ondine offered to take him out for a meal at her favorite café nearest to her humble flat.

He asked why not fly if she had wings?

"For one, it's only a block away from my flat, second, only a showoff flies everywhere." She yanked playfully on his ear frills.

They made it to the café. They sat together. Salieri got a sandwich made with a lamb sausage and drunken caramelized onions.

She noticed a spot on his muzzle while he ate. She leaned over and licked it up.

He blushed, "What was that for?"

She cooed as warmth slithered down her throat, "You missed a spot. You taste good, but I definitely like it fresh from the source." She wrapped her tail around him.

He gulped the food he had in his mouth. "You like how I taste?"

"If you weren't already my apprentice, I'd have you in my bedroom breeding me until we're too exhausted to crawl out." She stared straight at him.

He gulped again, his mouth having gone dry from her frank revelation. "All that from a blowjob?"

She giggled as she touched her snout to his, "After Oliver, I felt there would be no other male to catch my heart. I've only known you for one day and this morning, but, I think I'm falling for you."

He blushed, but began to smile, "Really? Wow. That's... I don't know what I can say without jinxing this moment. Thank you, I've never been told anything like that."

She scratched his neck while she peppered his muzzle with small kisses. She finally added in, "But don't think this means I'll go easy on you in your training, Sally." Then, she went in for a kiss.

He gulped a third time then melted when their mouths connected. He felt her tongue tickle his lips; he opened and their long forked tongues entwined each other in their passion. He never thought that in his first kiss, it would be the female calling the shots, but here she was and he was content.

Alas, happy moments don't last.

On a nearby street corner, a crow stood on a small wooden platform in a simple brown robe. He held a large scroll in his hands as he called out as loudly as he could, "Attenzione, attenzione! The Royal Magistrate's daughter has been found murdered, assassinato! Magistrate Trimble has already arrested un sospetto, a suspect in collusion!"

Ondine heard the town crier and broke her kiss with Salieri. "Oh no..."

Salieri looked where she was looking, "You're familiar with the magistrate?"

She shook her head, "No, but I knew his daughter, Maricela. She should've been home last night, I thought she'd maybe stayed out, she sometimes did that." She looked at Sal. "She's my flatmate, she lives with me. She's been my only friend after my husband died."

He pouted, "Does this mean I don't get to finish my sandwich?"

She caught his true meaning in his statement, "Take it with you, you can finish later. I have to go to the palace!"

...

Trimble sat forlorn in his office. He had the worst trouble seeing the desk where she had worked for the past five years, where he swore he could keep her safe.

He looked up as Noir walked in.

The black dragon looked genuinely upset over the magistrate's loss. "I hurried over as soon as I'd heard."

Trimble sniffled, clutching a baby photo of hers he kept in his drawer. "Thank you..." He whispered.

Noir did not allow the grieving father his peace. "This is what I'd warned you about. This is why we need tighter laws for non-magical citizens. You see what it's done to your family now."

Trimble's feathers ruffled that the dragon would use this to push his propaganda. The bereaved gryphon allowed a tear to drip down his cheek before he glared up at the general. "You... nobody knew. Not one other soul knew she was my daughter, not in this city. I only told one, you." He stood up, "Guard!"

Noir didn't flinch or move as the magistrate's security detail ran in.

Trimble growled as he held up a paper, "When I found my daughter, this was attached to her corpse." He read it aloud, "'Your daughter, best treat.' A treat! He called killing my daughter a treat! Guard! I want you to arrest General Noir here for conspiracy in my Maricela's murder!"

The tall elf on the right nodded and put a firm hand on the dragon's shoulder. "Come quietly, sir."

Noir growled but wasn't about to dig his own grave, not so readily. He relented and allowed the guard to handcuff him. He could bide his time until he had a better opportunity.

Trimble waited until Noir and the guards were no longer within hearing distance. He sat back in his chair then tapped the crystal ball on his desk. A face appeared on the ball.

"Hubert?"

Trimble nodded, "Yes, it's me. Is my daughter fine with you, Sis?"

His sister nodded, "She's scared, but she's okay. You moved her so fast out of the city yesterday."

"She's an adult, I'm sure she'll understand after she hears the news of her untimely death." He clinched his beak at the thought. He'd been paranoid enough to have hired a double to impersonate his own daughter... he'd still gotten an innocent woman killed, but his daughter was safe, that's what was important, right?