The Observers
The Observers - A Dragon Delasangre Fanfiction
By: Pyros Byrnur
A strange dragon is captured by one of the Blood... and examined... 'carefully'.
Disclaimer: Everyone knows it by now. Don't read this if you're under 18 or 21, depending on where you live. This contains consensual sex between a male and female dragon, and some blood and violence. If any of this disagrees with you, makes you uncomfortable, or disgusts you, don't read it, go away.
Additionally, since it's a fanfiction of Mr. Alan F. Troop's Dragon Delasangre series:
I do not own the Dragon Delasangre series in any way, shape, or form. The universe this story is portrayed in belongs to Mr. Troop and nobody else (except maybe his publishers). However, Jenna and Loran Byrnur both belong to me. You can use them (if you -really- want to), but check with me first please!
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The strange scale-covered creature gurgled lowly as he slept on in his induced coma, his body pretty beat up, but nothing some rest and food wouldn't cure quickly. Jenna quietly closed the door behind her and rubbed her hands together slightly, more out of nervousness than cold. She'd found the creature spying on her several months before, but hadn't moved on the knowledge until just a day ago. When she was young, her father always said, just as his did to him, and his to him, "Never rush... stop, learn, plan, set up, check everything, then check again. Then wait until the time is right."
She smiled softly to herself as she remembered the two males; it had been quite some time since she'd last seen her parents or her grandparents for that matter. Shaking her head a bit to keep herself from reminiscing, the young woman turned to look through the one-way glass at her captive. Instead of remembering fond memories of her childhood, she thought back to the capture last night.
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She'd followed his movements discretely for over a month after discovering his espionage, watching his movements, formulating plans, and tossing them as he changed his schedule continuously. The creature was very careful not to make a habit of anything, almost as if he knew that he was being watched. However, that didn't keep him from falling right into her trap. When she knew he'd be following her, she quickly hid behind an alley corner and had insured that nobody was around. As soon as she was sure, she'd quickly stripped her clothes off as she began to will her body to change. Just as the rest of her kind did, she took pleasure in the shifting of forms, at least when she got to return to her natural state. The almost pained delight of skin hardening and stretching to form scales, her bones rearranging and growing, her wings growing straight out of her back... it was enough to occupy herself while she waited for her stalker.
When he arrived, she merely looked down at him and flared her wings out, eclipsing the small amount of moonlight that had filtered into the alley. She'd let out a low, menacing growl as she glared down at the diminutive figure, but instead of screaming or running as all her prey usually does, the man did nothing but sigh softly and look to the ground. This surprised the female, though not enough that he had the chance to run, which again, to her surprise, he failed to do as she took a few steps closer to him. As her huge frame (in comparison to his) stood almost directly before him, he still did nothing but stand there. At this point, her curiosity was piqued. Suddenly, she thought she had the answer. Her father told her about how her grandfather had waited for several months, living in Jamaica to wait until his second mate came into heat. It was more than possible that the man before her was of the Blood, and was intending to do the same thing to her. While this was strictly against tradition, she knew that her grandfather and his second mate were very much in love during the time they spent together. This was the only thing that kept her from straight out slaying the male before her. Instead, she decided she needed to find out the truth, at least before she killed and ate him that is.
Jenna mindspoke to him first, deciding that to be the first test. "Lift your head to me male. I wish to see the eyes of my stalker."
Once again, the male didn't respond, and merely stared at the ground. If not for his breathing, she could almost swear he'd died standing right before her! After waiting a few moments, she tried again, "Show me your face, stalker, or I will kill you here and now."
Again the man seemed to ignore her, except for the small, barely audible swallow at her threat. She took that as a sign that he had heard her. That meant he really -was- ignoring her! She let out another low growl and swung out with one claw, slashing across his chest and sending him back into the alley wall. As he crumpled down and slid to the floor with a groan, unmoving, she yelled in mindspeak once again, "You are testing my patience. And for one who has followed me for months, you should know that is not a good idea. Show. Me. Your. FACE!"
The male shivered slightly, a hand coming up to press against the deep, bleeding gash across his chest before he stood. He shakily stepped forward again, keeping his face tilted down as he approached the female. She let out another low warning growl, but before she struck, he responded at last, "Why must you see my face dragoness? Will you not kill me nonetheless? If so is the case, then just kill me and tear my clothes away... then you can look upon my face before feeding yourself on my corpse."
She allowed herself a small grin of satisfaction; at least she'd gotten him to talk... and he did respond in mindspeak, so he -must- be of the Blood. She mindspoke again, "You have been stalking me for months now; I wanted to know if you were of the Blood, and if you were waiting for me to go into heat. Now that I know this to be true, I will feel no guilt in killing you."
The female didn't hesitate, and immediately swung out with a claw, tearing it across his throat and making his blood spurt quickly from him. He gurgled for a mere second before he collapsed to the ground again, this time not getting back up. Jenna chuckled softly to herself and shook her massive head in disappointment. "Such a waste... I bet he tastes good though..."
Reaching for his clothes, she rapidly undressed the warm body, salivating as the smell of his blood fed the hunger that typically comes with shape-changing. She had to stop herself from tearing straight into him once she got most of his clothes off when she remembered his face. She shrugged to nobody in particular, "... Eh, what the heck."
Her claws reached up to the hood that so overshadowed his face and pulled it off roughly. His face was pale white, though with some color in it... more so than some of her relatives. The nose and cheekbones were slightly pronounced, though more rounded than one would expect... all around, his face was really just average; an amalgam of any number of faces, just like her grandfather's was. She tilted her head curiously as she carefully reached for his eyelids, taking care not to tear his eyes out as she looked for the typical emerald green of the eyes of one of the Blood. She gasped loudly, horrified as she saw the fiery orange of his pupils, stepping away from him with a snarl. Just as quickly, the male coughs, choking up blood as he weakly turned over, his skin stretching and growing scales, just as hers did moments ago.
She swallowed her fear as the oddity before her grew in size, biting back a whimper as he regained his strength. Her eyes widened as the moonlight flashed across his scaly hide just enough to show the dark-red coloring. The scaled monstrosity before her let out a low sigh and looked up at her as he finished changing forms. The moment he did, she lashed out again, quickly tearing at his throat and knocking him over, claws and teeth biting and gashing at him. The poor red followed the same path he had throughout the rest of the encounter, almost meekly taking the punishment, never once returning a blow. He doesn't however, stay quiet; while she almost literally tore him apart, he seemed to be trying to apologize to her. It didn't take long before the red laid below her, bleeding and once again unconscious.
Panting a little heavily from having torn into the male beneath her so savagely, the dragoness toke a closer look over his true form. As she saw from the moonlight, his scales were a deep, dark red, while his underbelly was softer, almost the same hue of fiery orange as his pupils. Before she could make much more of an examination, she could make out somebody coming down the alley. Quickly looking around, she had to decide whether to finish off the male and eat him, or... or take him back to her home, and find out more about his... oddities. After weighing her options for a few moments, Jenna's curiosity, as always, got the better of her. As quickly and quietly as she could, the dragoness carried the unconscious male back to her home, jumping from dark shadow to dark shadow, staying on top of buildings and out of sight. When she arrived, she secured him onto a medical table in her personal lab and fed him some animal blood to help him heal, at least enough so that his life wasn't in danger.
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The dragon gurgled again, groaning as he pulled at his restraints weakly, his eyelids fluttering open after a few moments. The noise broke Jenna out of her reverie, looking over him from behind the heavy-duty glass separating them. She watched as he slowly awoke, his gaze scanning over the room he was placed in. The medical lab was filled with all sorts of objects of medical use; it was stockpiled with everything from surgery equipment, to microscopes, to things that could even be used to treat a creature of their size. He then noticed the numerous cameras and exploratory equipment surrounding the cot he was chained on. As his eyes swept over the various pointy and sharp instruments, he shivered on the cushion, a small whimper growing from his chest.
Jenna merely watched as he looked around, letting his fear grow within him as she looked over his body through the one-way glass and through the various cameras she had scanning over him. She shook her head, swallowing again in nervousness as her original assumptions, the ones that had inspired fear in her when he first changed, awoke again within her.
The physical differences between the dragon chained inside, and those of her own kind were more drastically different than she could have imagined. While superficially, the only differences were scale color, eye color, and skeletal structure, from what she could tell, his biology was drastically different. Even from the mere body structure, it was safe to assume that he was not truly one of the Blood. His skeletal structure was not made to either walk on all fours, or walk upright on two... but somewhere in between. The tail seemed to have extra weight and length to compensate for when he stands on two feet, and served as an efficient counterweight to the sway of waddling on four limbs. His belly scales were not in anyway, the same proportions as those of the Blood; instead of barely bigger, but thinner scales, his were far thicker, providing more protection to his underside, but the scales were very large, and had significant overlap in their growth. She stopped analyzing his body for a moment and looked back into the sealed lab. She could do little to stop herself from wondering aloud, "What the hell -are- you...?"
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"J... Jenna? Are you... there? Ple... please... I can't heal myself... like you can... you've hurt me... a lot..." The dragon's speech was stuttered a bit, the pain from the wounds she inflicted making even his mindspeech a little broken. She hadn't noticed before, but his wounds had failed to seal up as she expected them too. While an Undrae's wounds would have been sealed by now, or would've died from similar wounds otherwise, the male seemed to be capable of surviving much worse. "Great," she thought, "Now I'm not even sure if he can be killed..."
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"If you were going to die, then you would have already," Her voice resounded around the bound dragon, resonating from speakers within the examination room, "Now be silent while I do my work." There was an audible click, and the mic went silent. The young red twisted his neck around as much as the secured bindings would let him, his gaze lingering on a few, rather painful looking devices, as well as a number of other tools that he'd rather not be on the business end of. He cursed to himself, trying to find a clock or some other kind of way to determine how long he had been unconscious. Protocol demanded that he report every 3 days, and he was supposed to call in a few hours after she'd gotten the better of him. His earslits picked up a small buzzing and he looked up again to find a small camera focusing up and down his body, the small lens shining occasionally as she zoomed in. The scales around his cheeks lit up in a small blush when he realized that she'd focused the lens on a specific part of his anatomy, and seemed to stay there for a significantly longer amount of time than the she'd spent on the rest of his body.
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From behind the one-way glass, the female shifted in her seat uncomfortably as she stared at the computer's display of the male's package. She'd only seen her father's and her brother's before, and never looked at them in the same way that she was now looking at this male's. In comparison though, from the outside alone he seemed at least a good few inches longer and at least half again as thick, even concealed within his body as it was. She shook her head suddenly, finding herself imagining scenarios where she could take advantage of her 'discovery'. "Damn this blasted oestrus," She thought to herself, "Of all the times for this to happen..." She shuddered softly, feeling the biological need to procreate course through her. Again she squirmed in her seat, feeling her sex swell beneath her, heated moistness beginning to coat her inner depths, jolting her mind with just a taste of pleasure, just enough to leave her senses begging for more. Jenna sat there for a moment, her paw spasming on her mousepad as she struggled to suppress the needs rising within her, trying to get back to analyzing her stalker.
After several long, torturous minutes of fighting what seemed to be a losing battle against an instinct so embedded throughout her, she thought she'd won, and turned to look back to her monitor display. She stared at the screen for a moment before groaning in annoyance. The screen still showed the male's slightly bulged genital slit, and the sight almost immediately undid her 'success' against her oestrus' lustful intentions. She closed her eyes, completely ignoring everything she was doing previously and concentrated on her body alone, feeling the slick pulses of heat generating from her needy loins and penetrating every nerve ending within her body, infiltrating her mind and slowly eradicating all inhibitions, implanting the biological need to mate with any male of her kind that she could get her claws on. She sighed softly to herself, knowing that the moment she mated with a male, she was bonded to him for life. It would most likely end her work as well, most males didn't like having their mates running around without them, no matter how important their business was. Then again, she couldn't blame them... most couplings between partners of the Blood resulted in a child... and she would never wish to risk her child's life.
By the time the heat-stricken female opened her eyes, she'd already decided her work would have to be put on hold, at least for now. She'd also made plans as to how to leave her building, and where to fly in order to increase her chances of finding a male quickly. As she processed these thoughts, her gaze flickered over her screen again. Again, she stared at the display before her of the male's genitalia, when her eyes started to widen. Perhaps... perhaps there -was- a way for her to both sate her needs, and continue her work... As the clever little female considered the opportunity before her, a lascivious grin slowly started to spread across her snout.
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The male's gaze was quickly drawn from the camera that had been aimed at his maleness for the past fifteen minutes by the nearly silent 'whoosh' of the door opening. He could only watch as the female, still in her natural form, stepped through almost officiously and took her time making her way to where he was bound. As soon as she got within a few feet of him, he could smell something different about her. It was something along the lines of cinnamon and cloves... and it was having an interesting effect on his body, despite the predicament he was in. His cheeks lit up in a firm blush once more as he felt his genital slit swelling as his maleness started to stiffen within him.
Trying not to look between his rather exposed legs, he gazed back up at her. Her eyes immediately caught his, and held them as she stood over his spread form, laid out on the table by, and for, her. A small swallow was all that came from the red-scaled dragon, and she grinned at the stench of fear emanating from him, but she could tell her scent had done what she'd hoped it would. "Time to make the male even more uncomfortable," the dragoness thought to herself, moving again out of his limited range of sight before her head reappeared over the small swell of his belly, staring right down at his swelling genital slit. She reached a claw up to let it trace along his inner thigh, her subject reacting by shivering in his bonds, muffling a small, surprised gasp.
He opened his muzzle as much as he could, about to utter a protest before she cut him off. "Now that I have your attention..." Jenna spoke, her claw moving along his inner thigh and up to just below his exposed slit, "I'm going to ask you questions, and if you answer them, I won't cut things away." At the mention of 'things', she slipped that claw directly down into his already swelling genital clit, the smooth bone tapping against the hot inner flesh already pressing to exit. The male bit down on his tongue, failing at muffling a groan at the violating, yet intimate touch. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that." The dragoness smiled, another claw slipping into that slit and catching the tender, sensitive maleness concealed within, pinching it gently, but enough to sting. This time, the male didn't even attempt to hold back his reaction, spasming within his bonds and groaning out a loud "Yes!".
Jenna allowed herself a small, genuine smile of satisfaction, keeping her claws held within her subject's slit as she interrogated him. "Now... what's your name creature?" The male beneath her swallowed nervously before he stuttered a response, not finding any reason to lie, "L.. Loran... It's Loran..." The female smiled again, giving Loran's still hidden maleness a gentle stroke, nodding her head. "Good Loran... now... you're going to tell me why you were stalking me... and what exactly you are... and if you're a good boy, I might not cut this away..." She winks down at the bound dragon, pinching his shaft just enough to make him cry out in pain.
Loran's mind raced as he tried to come up with a plausible explanation, one that his captor would believe, but wouldn't expose where he was from and his true mission. Seeing him generate lies in his head, Jenna squeezed down on his hidden arousal, hard enough that he again spasmed in his bonds, screaming from the agony her punishment sent racing through his body. When she released him, he grit his teeth to push away the pain and said, "I.. I wasn't sta.. stalking-AGHHH!!!" He thrashed on the cot again as she dug her claws into the soft flesh of his maleness once more. "LIAR! Tell me the truth or I rip your precious manhood out! Now!" She dug in some more, making his thrashes all the more spastic. Her claws continued to squeeze him further, the pain increasing with every passing moment.
After a mere few minutes of pain, the male cried out, "Okay!!! P.. Please!!! Stop!!!" Jenna grinned, believing his pain-stricken concession, but not letting go of his now-bleeding shaft. "Then talk."
The male explained over the course of the next few minutes that he was a kind of dragon called a 'Byrnur', akin to a castryll, just one she'd never heard of before. His kind had created what he called an 'interrealm hub' where they could jump between realms of existence. Supposedly they had found evidence that all dragons had some relation to one another, though the amount of relation varied by realm. Their mission was to discover and research that relationship, and find the realm where all dragons originated from.
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Once Loran finished his explanation, he lay his head back down tiredly, hoping his revelations were enough to satisfy his captor. He flinched quite visibly when he felt more pressure on his already-damaged shaft, another high whine rising from him. It stopped suddenly when he felt the pressure lessen, and her grip begin to move up and down the hardened flesh. Opening his eyes, he chanced another glance between his legs and was shocked by what he saw. The dragoness was grinning down at him, even as her paw pulled him free of his genital slit and continued to stroke and tease his maleness right before his eyes!
Seeing the male's gaze on her, Jenna smiled sweetly down at him, giving his stiffening dragonhood and nice, gentle squeeze in her suddenly warm paw. "Good boy... all you needed to do was tell the truth..." She winked down at him, her other paw landing on his inner thigh, pressing against the scaled muscles as she ran it up before pressing it aside, further exposing him to her ministrations.
"Wh... what're you... ahh... d... doing...?" The red stuttered out, shivering more with each passing moment of teasing. His eyes widened when he sensed that same smell that he first detected upon her entering the lab... and felt his shaft lurch in her paws as an immediate result, the tapered tip allowing a few drops of his precious precum to drool down to her paws. Looking up at her again, realization painted on his face, he saw the heated dragoness's grin widen.
She didn't have to answer his question, instead, she merely bent her head over his drooling tip and blew softly. The cold air rushed over his glans, making him twitch and groan again as the sensations ran up his spine. His eyes widened, staring up at the ceiling almost blankly as he felt warmth and wetness engulf that same tip, her lips sealed just beneath the ridge of his cockhead. Jenna grinned as she slowly slipped him into the hot confines of her snout, drool coating his shaft as inch by inch she took him in. Her long, wet tongue wrapped deliciously around the throbbing piece of meat, squeezing it gently, but firmly. The dragon beneath her could do little bit squirm futilely at his bindings as the female teased at his ever-growing arousal.
After a moment or so, the female's lips sealed around the very base of his shaft, that lovely scaled snout pressed firmly against his groin. Loran's breaths were shortened by lust, his gaze flicking down to her when he felt her take him completely in. His lips curled upwards in a nervous grin before he tilted his head back and groaned as Jenna's cheeks sucked in, the suction on his dragonhood increasing tenfold. Her suckling was immediately rewarded by a healthy increase in his precum dribbling from his cocktip, splurting messily across the back of her mouth. She smiled at the taste, finding it a bit hot for her tastes, but enjoyable nonetheless, making sure she got a nice helping of it before she swallowed quite visibly, his fluids making a bulge down her throat.
Her snout remained sealed to his groin for a good few minutes, the sounds of her suckling and the moans they coaxed filling the room. Her claws remained on his scaled thighs, squeezing them every once in a while, just enough to send a shiver of nervousness up his spine. Finally, she began to pull herself off of him, his pink maleness leaving her mouth slowly, each and every inch completely drenched in her saliva. When that sensitive tip slipped past her lips, she gave it one last powerful suckle, and let it go with a small schlurp.
Shakily, Loran dragged his eyes down again to look upon his captor, only to find her straddling him, her legs spread over his, her swollen pink sex drooling its arousal across his groinal scales. He shuddered visibly beneath her, his eyes flicking up to hers and moaning lustfully, the needy gaze she fixed on him only supplementing the raging passion her heat-ridden scent continued to pump into his nostrils. A grin spread across the female's face once more as she lowered her front down over his, their bodies pressing against each other warmly. Her tongue flicked out to lick across his cheek before she whispered huskily, "Let's see how big you really are..."
Before he could respond, she sat back, forcing his throbbing dragonhood straight between those heated walls, spreading her open as she took a good few inches of him in with one thrust. Both dragons tilted their heads back and let out small roars of pleasure, Jenna's virgin cunt squeezing Loran's thick maleness powerfully as it continued to spurt ever increasing amounts of his arousal deep into her most private areas. The dragoness squirmed as she felt her heat return in absolute full force, the feeling of her sensitive walls being forced open by something besides her own claws sending pulses of delight up her spine.
Loran was happy to let her sit there, just enjoying the tight, hot confines of her insides. Never -once- did he think he would've ended up like this! His thoughts were interrupted as the dragoness slid herself up his body, letting a few inches of his drenched shaft slip free before she drove herself down him again, this time taking more than half of him in with another small roar. She slowly worked herself into a slow rhythm, pumping herself up and down the prone red, her roars subsiding as she concentrated on her movement. His shaft slipped in and out of her fluidly, inching upwards into her with each thrust, their fluids dribbling from her snatch and pooling on his groin and the cot beneath him.
The bound male could do nothing but shift and roar out his approval of her actions, his hips barely able to lift off of the bed. He squeezed his eyes shut, roaring his delight with each shift of her hips, her insides clenching him, pulling him deeper inside, hotly milking his dragonhood for the fertile seed still pooling within his hidden testes. It wouldn't be long until it got what it wanted though, if the female continued on the course she was taking. Her speed gradually built up, her hips rocking against his as she worked his entire length in and out of her, the noise and pleasure similarly rising in both of them.
"H... he's... so... damn... big..." Jenna thought to herself, barely able to form a conscious thought with the pleasure that so threatened to overwhelm her. "I might have... to keep him..." She grinned to herself for a moment at the thought of having her own personal playtoy to sate her lusts on for a good few years. Her thoughts were interrupted by a particularly rough thrust, his tip rubbing against a spot within her that sent her into an ecstatic spasm, her inner walls clenching harshly around him, sending a good splattering of their fluids out against his already soaked groin and forcing another roar out of her. "Damn that felt good!" She thought, before she concentrated on trying to make him hit that same spot each time she went down on him, succeeding quite often and forcing her to grip his sides to ensure her spasms didn't pull her completely off of him.
Each time she ran him across her sweet spot, Loran could only clench up and groan at the intense feeling of her sex spasming so powerfully around him. With each repetition, he could feel his climax rising ever closer, that fertile seed stored within him just waiting to pour out into the heated female riding him so powerfully. She sat down on him one last time, tilting her head back and roaring out passionately as he jammed right up against that spot before hilting between her thighs, forcing her at last into her much-sought-after climax. Her drooling cunt gripped his shaft, spasmodically milking him as she pumped out a huge amount of fluids, her feminine cum spraying out over his belly. She gripped his sides, roaring again as she kept him hilted within her, clenching around him as her body tried to free the fluids that Loran was withholding from it.
The Byrnur tilted his head back and joined in that passion-filled roar, her climax's milking forcing him over the edge soon after her. His thick dragonhood throbs within her a few times, thickening just a little bit as his seed rushes down his length before finally erupting within her. Jet after jet of hot, fertile seed sprays out into her inner depths, the clenching of her walls pulling it deeper, slowly filling up her womb. The dragoness roared again, that explosion of heat within her sending her to ever greater heights, her womb quickly filling to capacity, even as the male continues to fill her. Neither of them slowed in their orgasms, their fluids spraying from the join between their bodies, making a rather sticky, wet mess between their bodies as they spasm and roar out their pleasure at such a wonderful mating.
Finally, after a good few minutes on Cloud Nine, Jenna slowly began to descend from that wonderful height, her body completely exhausted from capturing, then mating the male beneath her. Tomorrow, she'd find out whether or not their species were compatible. Until then, sleep sounded -very- good. Loran's climax dwindled away soon after hers, similarly tired from being captured, interrogated, then strangely enough, mated. He'd figure out what to do tomorrow... or maybe just see what else his captor had in store for him...
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~My first story... finished. :) Took me forever to actually get it done... Well, constructive criticism is always welcomed. I know it isn't the best there is, but it's the best I could do for a first try. Lemme know what you think! Thanks! :)~