Renaldi strolled down the hallway, his head up and his neck arched with pleasure as he felt the negligible weight of his rider nestled right along the curve of his neck. Her legs were wrapped around him, the light hold was strange feeling, but the true oddness was the press of her mind on his own. The joining was light still, the magic linked them together was casual, almost like a hand holding another, not the real depths that he would look forward to in the future. The moment the girl had looked at him there had been a shock as she had reached out for him, unerringly aiming in his direction so that he had stepped forward to meet her.

She was surprisingly impressive, the shortest female out of the group of humans that had come to choose their dragon, but her mind held a strong personality behind it. She was well fleshed and curvy, her hair short and dark, falling into clear green eyes. He was impressed by the clarity of her thoughts, she was less flighty than he had been fearing, especially after seeing some of the other young drakes and their partners. It pleased his mother to no end, after all, she had imagined that he would fail completely, especially after seeing him with his new toy.

The thought of her made his stomach muscles tighten with anticipation, likely not the reaction that his mother or Thyria had thought would happen. He had no doubt they intended to take the girl away and reward her for her service, perhaps give her a job in the halls that would elevate her to something of value. Or perhaps Thyria intended to have her partner with Onyx and get a few whelps from her rider to add to the gathering of children, but he wasn’t going to let the human have her. Now that he had tasted her, why shouldn’t he be able to keep her and enjoy her?

I can’t very well risk my rider, not when our bond keeps us sharing sensations, I would have to restrain myself with her. _ He thought and tipped his head back to see his rider in her light tan and white tunic. _But I have no such bond to the human they brought.

:I need to give you a name.: _ He commented as he exchanged an inclination of his head with a few other dragons. _:I can’t simply call you my rider.:

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_:They called me Spring.: _ She answered, her mind voice a light musical note in his mind, faint like a whisper that he had to lean in to hear.

_:You need a real name, as my rider you deserve to have something that will give you honor and recognition.: _ Renaldi thought with warmth, mulling the idea over in his mind.

_:You have one in mind?: _ She asked faintly, sweetly, making him strain to listen to her.

Over the next few days they would begin to bond deeper, the naming was one of the marks of their joining. It would begin to make sure that they were melding their thoughts, for now, he had to reach for her mind to feel anything and she would do the same. It would take longer before they were able to pass seamlessly between one another or be aware without reaching. He rolled names through his mind, his tail curling a little thoughtfully as he dismissed his early ideas of fierce names, childish names that were designed to instill fear. After all, his rider was short, soft and with a mind that felt keenly intelligent.

:I think the name Pyria, that would suit you. You have fire in you, little human, and your name should reflect it.: _ He said after a long moment. _:Everyone should know of the fire in you, be warned of it, and admire it.:

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:”Pyria”: _ She said the word aloud as she thought it, and he was thrilled to feel the meaning with the words as well as the sound. _:Yes, that is a good name, Pyria and Renaldi.:

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:I’m glad you approve.: _ He purred those words and turned with a flip of his wings. _:Well then, Pyria, to a long and fruitful life together. And to begin with, I could use your gift of words to talk with a human I possess.:

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Words would make things so much more interesting between him and his little fuck toy, and it was best that Pyria understood early on just what his relationship was with the girl. Perhaps he could even inspire her to find enjoyment in what he was doing with his little toy. After all, the old superstition held that a dragon and rider blended the best of each other, and he was feeling as if this was the best part of him, this delicious desire and lust that he felt.

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Hayli looked around her little room with a nervous twist of her belly, feeling herself flush with energy and fear both as she licked her lips. Her body was bruised and aching, though she had been attended with a hot bath, given every food she could wish and pampered. She had soaked until the worst of the pains had been pushed away, save where she had been torn. She had never been given such care as she had here, and fed as much as she could eat with food that was rich with spices and filling, accompanied with sweet honey mead that she had had a bit too much of.

Onyx had presented her with a belt made of thick metal links, broad squares that were as wide as her hand and a jeweled neckless that was made of fine sapphires. It was more wealth than she had ever imagined seeing, let alone owning and he had gifted it to her with a near dismissive gesture, as if it were nothing at all. She fingered the necklace lightly, feeling the way that it was resting down against her breasts and she shifted, pulling the soft woolen jacket up around her, trying to hide herself as best that she could. No amount of bathing had taken away the bruises and raw welts on her skin, she still felt dirty.

She had expected to be moved to the human area of the dragon’s buildings, where things were set up for the workers that were here. She had even imagined taking care of the children that were going to be future riders, the special humans that had the magic to create bonds with the dragons. Instead, she had been given a small room off Renaldi’s sprawling one, something that was smaller and less grand than the one she had seen that was supposed to be used by his rider. It was more a servants quarters, but it made her nervous to imagine just what it meant.

_They want me to continue to serve him. _ She thought with a little shiver, swallowing a lump in her throat.

“You will be well compensated, it is a position of honor, to serve the royal line and his rider.” Onyx had said with a smile, his eyes roving along her in a manner that embarrassed her.

An honor… She thought and then slowly sat up on the comfortable bed and licked her lips, tasting the edge of mead on it.

Renaldi had used her in a manner that was utterly uncaring of her pain or her size, he had seemed to enjoy the noises she made, even the pained ones. He had been gone most of the day, a celebration now that he had bonded to a rider. She heard the sounds in the halls, the music that came from a mixture of draconic instruments such as the great drums and the humans with flutes that were filling the halls. She had overhead some of the riders expressing pleasure that he had partnered with a rather steady female that had a strong personality, it had been all the gossip and she was left hoping that he wouldn’t be back.

That hope was ill founded, it was late in the evening when the dragon returned from his celebration. She heard him with the thud of the door that opened with a loud clatter, the rumble and growling sounds of dragon voices making her tense up automatically. The click of talons on stonework made her swallow and her stomach tensed up as she glanced towards the doorless entry to her room. The shadow of the drake briefly slipped into view, blocking out the magic lights that pulsed from the line of the walls.

He was as lovely as ever, his vibrant scales glittering as he came with his rider on his back, a short and dark haired human that had a haircut was only a few inches long, spiked save for longer strands that covered her face. She was dressed in a vibrant purple vest over a looser tunic, the scaling matching the dragon she rode with such confidence. Hayli felt a twinge of almost jealousy as the dragon turned his head and carefully lowered himself to allow her to dismount him, attentively helping her with one of his forelegs so that she could drop with ease and grace.

“Thank you.” The rider said and leaned in against the leg, her eyes reflecting her affection for him. “What did you wish to show me?”

_He is sweet enough with her, he knows how to gentle himself. _ Hayli thought with anger as the dragon looked at his rider intently, pushing his nose out to light stroke against her cheek.

“Oh!” The rider said and swung her eyes to one side, turning with a little dismay as clear sapphire eyes met her own and widened a little bit. “Hello there, I hadn’t expected to have a servant quite so soon.”

“Servant?” She asked and then felt a surge of relief. “Yes! I was brought in only last night.”

“I’m Pyria.” The girl said and almost preened as she said the name.

“Renaldi says that he was eager to make sure that he had you in place before I found him.”

“Ah..y-yes.” Hayli stammered and stepped out of her small room, her eyes flicking towards the glittering form of the noble. “A pleasure to serve you both.”

Renaldi let out a noise in his throat and bumped his rider lightly, but his eyes were fixated on Hayli in a way that made the heat flush to her cheeks. She felt a lump in her throat while the way he regarded her make her keenly remember what he had done to and with her. He lifted his head up and parted his jaws, flicking his tongue out with a light flutter, dancing in the air playfully. The nostrils flared wide and Pyria gave him a glance and then there was a little color along the edges of her cheeks.

The dragon took a step forward and Hayli wanted to shrink back, but she made herself look as normal as she could, even with those strange eyes fixated on her. The dragon let out a noise again and Pyria stepped forward, gesturing for her to come out, her cheeks still rather flushed a little bit. Hayli tried to not embarrass herself as she came closer to the other human. She had never felt as frumpy in her life as she did compared to the well put together human.

“He is very pleased, he understands that limits of human flesh much better thanks to you.” Pyria said smoothly and tipped her head to one side. “But he does want to understand more. He doesn’t want to inadvertently hurt me, after all.”

That was her only warning as the tail snaked out and the length of the scaled appendage twisted around the line of her legs and she stiffened up as the large male dragon moved to one side. The broad head swung back and forth, tongue flickering out lightly while she attempted to step backwards, stumbling slightly as the dragon moved his forepaw out to one side and crowded her closer and his rider moved to one side, not looking at all abashed or embarrassed by her dragon’s behavior.

“What’s your name?” Pyria asked curiously, leaning in closer as she took another step. “I should know that if we’re to share quarters.”

“Hayli.” She squeaked and then stiffened up as a hot breath blasted over her, the dragon’s purple scaled head lowering even closer to her. “I’m Hayli.”

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_:Thank you, Pyria, you make it so much easier to speak with her.: _ He praised

Pyria, caressing her thoughts with a wave of warmth and pleasure. :And

how understanding you are. I wouldn’t wish to harm you by mistake, your first time should be pleasurable, all pleasure, my dear one.:

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:Of course.: _ She answered and he felt her relief, causing him to rumble low in his throat in appreciation as his stomach scaling tensed slightly. _:He name is Hayli.:

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_:Ahh it has a name, not at all like yours.: _ He crooned at him with a sweet trill that made her smile even wider at him.

The little human squirmed in his hold, jerking just a touch, but she settled when he loomed higher above her. His tongue fluttered out lightly, just a gentle dance against her and he felt his body reacting with anticipation for her. She was trembling, her eyes so wide that she looked ready to run as Pyria moved in closer. His rider was quite unmoved by what he was doing, in fact, she was gloriously interested, he could feel the curiosity in his mind as he slipped his paw down along the length of his toy and then tipped his head to one side.

It would be interesting to see just what he could push Pyria into doing, it was common for humans to develop like feelings with their dragon, they were joined soul to soul. It made him feel a twinge of arousal and interest on what her little hands could do with Hayli. He growled low in his throat and dragged her forward, pulling at the edge of her clothing so that she was struggling to hold onto it. It was a brief struggle, her eyes were frantic looking as his paw slipped against the curve of the hip and danced his talons downwards towards the curve of the ass cheek.

_:Humans are very delicate, just look at how ruined she is…: _ He commented to Pyria as he gave a little tug, pulling at the girl and spreading her legs a little bit to display what he had done to her.

Pyria let out a noise while the dragon lowered his head and then shoved against Hayli’s shoulder with a knock that pushed her backwards. She forced the legs to spread open wider as he started to slowly curl his tongue outwards with a delicate stroke, pushing with a glide that pushed into the depths of the still abused folds. Her body jerked a little while she was bent back against the coil of his tail and he moved his paw down to push against the chest, pinning her down as she let out a noise and he shoved his tongue in ever deeper.

The lips were starting to spread open wider as he gave a small drag backwards and then pushed forward once more, her body twitched and her hands reached down. The hand pushed against the line of his forehead, starting to push against him, but he only let out a low growl that spilled from his throat. His breathing was hot and heavy as he felt his body reacting with delight, spreading the talons sank inwards and his eyes rolled up towards his new rider.

_:Take her arms, you can help..: _ Renaldi offered with warmth, arousal and she flushed prettily, but didn’t hesitate.

_:Of course.: _ Pyria said with a little smile, moving up to capture the human’s arms as he began to explore with a bit more intensity.

He slipped his forepaw forward, spreading his toes open to force her folds open and he enjoyed the way that she still showed his use. He pushed his talons forward, just pushing into her body with a series of slow plunges that were pushing their way deeper. He delighted in the way her body stretched to accommodate his talons, the strain and spread of it, the pumping caresses that made sure that he could feel his cock starting to push outwards, filling by the moment while Pyria pushed Hayli’s arms down, keeping her in place as the human looked at him with wild eyes.

There was something in the way that she was watching him that caused him to growl low in his throat before pushing his toes in deeper. Her body was splitting around him as he felt the way the muscles were clamping down around him. The attempts to close down were taunting him while she let out a noise, her eyes looking a little more frantic as they followed his movements, the expression flitting and turning pained as he spread his toes open and tested the limits of her tender flesh, enjoying the way that she was opening up wider.

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Hayli tried to remember that she would be paid for this, that she had been promised that she would not suffer discomfort in vain, but even knowing that didn’t help with the sudden pain of the paw working inside of her. He explored her with an eagerness that made sure that her sore pussy was being split again, those areas that had been healing were ripped apart so that she was jerking in place. Her eyes were a little wild and then he pushed in deeper with a low growl, dipping his head so that his tongue briefly flicked out against her. She tried to lift her hands upwards, but the rider held them down with a casual air, not looking at all embarrassed about what was happening to her body.

“Stop struggling, you’re going to hurt yourself.” Pyria said sharply after the third time Hayli tried to squirm her way free.

The voice was accented and smooth, not sounding as if she were going to feel any sympathy, not even when the tongue pushed into her body. It made her jerk suddenly while the hot breath blasted out against her and the drake growled deeper in his throat. She felt the vibrations, and in the midst of the pain was the sudden assault of vibrations running through her body as he sampled her. The tongue lashed out briefly, darting in and out with a series of small flutters, the caress of the slimy appendage twisted through her, pushing ever deeper and reaching.

She felt as if she couldn’t possibly be penetrated further, it was squeezing through her and making sure that she felt the way her body was being torn when the toes spread her wider. His talons be into the inside of her passage, squeezing with enough force that she could feel the shock cause her to jerk upwards. The movement caused her body to bow upwards briefly before there was a sharp rake backwards, tearing slightly as it went. The tongue slurped backwards with a wet noise and Renaldi let out a series of low noises before Pyria shifted.

“You should be flattered, a dragon almost never goes beyond his rider.” Pyria said with a little tilt of her head down at Hayli. “Of course, not all are as blessed Renaldi…”

“I…” Hayli started to say, but Pyria looked up and stared at the dragon for a long moment before giving her head a little nod.

They had to be talking to one another, the very idea that they were communicating and she wasn’t even being given the courtesy of being told what they were saying made her feel less than human. Less than important. She felt her cheeks burning as Pyria lifted her hands away from her arms, and instead turned, pulling her a little with a tug that soon had her stumbling upward, her nude body exposed and vulnerable as the dragon stood up. The length of his cock was jutting out along his belly, as large and painful looking as it was the last time she had seen it, causing her to tense up in a mixture of horror and dread.

She began to move backwards, but Pyria stopped her, and instead carefully pushed her to the raised dragon-bed. She was given a firm grip against the line of her arms, not letting her wriggle free even a little as she was pushed forward. She stumbled forward with a little noise as she was pushed towards the bed and then forced forward so that was she was pushed against the line of the leather. She tried to get free, letting out a little yelp as she was pushed with her stomach down against the ground as the dragon loomed beyond both of them.

“If you don’t want this position, simply say so.” Pyria said after a moment, sounding disgusted so that Hayli froze and swallowed.

“I do, I just, can’t you tell me what you want me to do?” She attempted to push into the unheard conversation.

“Because you can’t hear a dragon.” Pyria responded with a little frown. “Onyx said that you understood the deal?”

“I do.” She breathed out, her mind sliding towards the gold she had been given as she was soon hanging down off the edge of the leather padded bed.

She kept her thoughts on her reward as the rough paw pushed her ass up in the air, leaving her hanging down along the edge of the sprawling bed. She tried to make herself more comfortable even as the dragon pushed his paw against the line of the shoulders. The talons squeezed down tightly and dug into her hide while he loomed above her and he tipped his head downwards towards her. She had to move her legs open to either side to make sure that she was bracing herself as much as she possibly could.

The powerful scaled form loomed above her as he tipped his head down, nosing his rider with a tender caress. There was such care in the touch that she felt a spark of jealousy before the line of the hard heavy cock pushed up against the length of her back. The messy trail of precum oozed out, dribbling to either side, spilling downwards so that she was left feeling a spasm of shock when it started to run down the crease of her ass. The paw moved to grip her, digging down with talons that bit and left fresh welts against her before the cock tip glided downwards.

The wings flexed a little bit and she watched while Pyria stroked the dragon’s muzzle, her fingers tracing the line of the horns that ran against his jawline. She watched them as the tongue darted out to lightly brush against the line of the lower lip, dipping delicately before the girl leaned forward to kiss him with a warm press. It was a deep gentle press even as the cock tip pushed up against her cunny and then began to shove forward, splitting the walls open wider and wider, stretching her body as she felt a sharp burning pain rippling through her.

There was a low growl that came free from the dragon while the hips gave another push forward and the cock began to squeeze into her. The messy splatter of precum was oozing outwards, spilling into the length of her passage while her inner walls contracted downwards to wrap around him. The sheer length of the shaft working through her was tearing, making the pain burn worse by the moment that was starting to grow worse while the hips started to jerk upwards and there was another plunge forward that pushed her ass in the air.

Hayli let out a shrill high pitched shriek, the sound breaking free from her lips when the next plunge forward forced in deeper. The violent plunge was so wrong when she was watching him tenderly kiss his rider, caressing lightly against her. Her body was being torn open again, pushing further inside of her belly, starting to push deeper into her lower belly, making the bulge form as she twisted herself in place. She thrashed briefly, a movement that only made things worse as she fell backwards against the next thrust forward.

“Rrrm…” Renaldi drew his muzzle backwards, panting a little bit as his rider kept stroking his muzzle.

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_:I see what you mean, I wouldn’t wish to be taken so roughly.: _ Pyria said into Renaldi’s mind as he felt that hot gripping passage wrapped around his cock.

Hayli was wiggling and squirming, the movements were starting to tighten her further on his cock as he pushed a paw down firm along the shoulders. He made sure that there was no way for her to pull off his cock as he forced his cock deeper into the passage. There was a jet of precum that flushed out into her, oozing and mixing, making her that much more slippery and slick around his length. His tongue lolled out of his jaws as he let out a guttural sound from the back of his throat, his body twitching in place briefly as he dragged backwards.

The ridges popped free, one after another, dribbling messily while he licked against his rider’s lips, feeling her fingers dance against him. She was roused, not quite as much as him, but he reveled in the feel of her body clamping down around him. The powerful grips that were tightening around him made sure that he was feeling every last twitch and contraction working around him. He pushed his paw down harder against her back, keeping her from getting any traction as he had to put real force into his thrusts forward.

He began to squeeze the widest point of his length into her, snarling slightly while his rider slid her fingers sensuously up along the length of his jaw. He shoved his hips harder against Hayli, thrusting with enough force that he began to rip and tear at her tender flesh, her high pitched squeal broke out as she thrashed beneath him and he ignored them. Instead, he was forcing his way through her, the next thrust pushing so deep inside of her that he was able to make sure that he was stretching open wider. The tip of his cock started to push forward into the depths of her passage.

He began to push into her womb as he heard the girl squealing out and he panted down at his rider. He could feel her mind, the high lustful emotions making him reach out further to grasp against her own thoughts. Their bond was being pulled tight by them and he reveled in it as his hips started to thrust forward, sharp jerks that were pushing in deeper, splitting her outer lips until they were stretching wider down around his knot, pushing over it as he panted out a harsh breath and then another one.

_:This is better, far better… My lovely rider.: _ He said and felt her thoughts growing more clear, her emotions. _ _

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Hayli let out a shrill noise as he dragged backwards, his cock nearly pulling all the way free with a lewd slurping noises. The ridges were popping free while he enjoyed the way that her folds were starting to split wider, straining to the point that she was tearing. He enjoyed that power, enjoyed the high pitched noises that came out of her as he felt the heat working and wrapping around his length. The flesh was so velvety, gliding over him time and again as he shifted his weight, thrusting forward with a constant lunge and adjustment, his tail twitching behind him.

Pyria shared that pleasure, that was why so many dragons used sexual contact to solidify the bond, it pulled down barriers, allowed them to join more easily. He freely let her feel his pleasure from the sleek line of the passage, feeling the warmth wrapping around the base of his cock while he forced his way entirely into the girl. He felt her naked body beneath his stomach and chest, she was squirming and pushing backwards, twisting just a little so that the walls suddenly clamped down again. The movement delighted him and he snarled out while he began to squeeze his cock tip as far as he could inside of her, heedless of what she could handle.

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Hayli balled her fists up tightly, feeling the scales pinch and bite against her back as the drake drove himself into her. She could feel parts of her lower belly moving and being shifted that never should have been moved by a cock. The base of him was shoving into her and popping back out again, pulling and dragging against her inner passage while she started to let out ragged cries. The tears sprang to her eyes as the base kept stuffing its way into the depths of her body, stretching wide to make sure that she was straining painfully and trying to handle the sheer size of him.

She couldn’t stop her little movements, her wriggles only made things worse as every time that she adjusted, it caused her body to tighten down and squeeze. The contractions sent shocks through her, causing her to tense and want to thrash, her stomach muscles rippled and she felt another jab that pushed into her. The sharp pain made her suck in a breath and cry it out while the knot drove in deep, making sure to settle inside of her aching stomach. Her breathing caught in the back of her throat, her eyes squeezed shut as she tensed up her hips again.

When she tried to lean forward she felt the knot pop back out of her again, the tip of the cock pulled along the length of her cervical passage. She was forming a taut ring around him, the aching spread started to burn through her as she felt the pain blossoming over her body. Renaldi let out a low short snarl as the next thrust forward jammed forward again, starting to push past her open passage, splitting the walls open even further with a powerful shove that began to tear at her. It was larger, thickening by the moment as the powerful purple scaled haunches hunched down against him.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she tried to brace herself, her inner walls were clamping down again, the powerful flex drove upwards at a sharp angle, making sure that he was suddenly pushed up higher. Her ass was shoved into the air with the apex of each thrust that was starting to plunge so deep that she felt another sharp pain. It was a contraction that rippled through her belly, making it twist strangely as she started to ball her fingers down hard enough her nails cut into her palm. She was jerking again, her body tensed up so that she was barely able to think straight, her world narrowed down to a wave of pain.

The hips were thrusting harder, pounding with a series of thrusts that were pushing the knot home and then dragging it back out again. The movements were brutally effective, making her body twitch in place, the sharp pain burning deeper inside of her. The ridges were standing out, twitching in place as they were jerking upwards with a little quiver, a gush of thick precum welled out before the cock tip drove home with enough force that she heard the sound of flesh on flesh. Her belly was opening wider as the cock swelled to it’s largest size.

The knot was still a shock, even knowing what was coming, her body jerked in place as the girth started to twitch and quiver. The little movements began to lift and drop down again, the intimate jerks making her muscles flex down, squeezing with a powerful ripple around the girth. The knot was too large, so swollen that her body felt the sharp burning pains that were running through her body. It caused her to jerk in place, her breathing came out in a ragged noise, her lips parted open while she started to let out guttural noises of pain. The hips jerked backwards, pulling hard against the line the knot and lifted her body upwards, lifting her from the ground.

Hayli let out a choked sound, her lips parted open while the knot tried to pull out of her body, yanking against her throbbing pussy with a little quiver. The hot weight worked through her, thrusting forward and then drawing backwards again. The messy juices were pushing out round the base of the bulging knot that kept him locked inside of her. The weight gave another thrust forward, a push that caused her to react with a shudder as the first hot eruption of seed began to flush out of the cock tip and into her trembling body.

It was thick and heavy, drooling out in waves that were dribbling deeper and starting to spread further, making her feel full as the knot was throbbing in place. She let out a noise and squirmed, pulling forward with a little lunge before pushing backwards again. The dragon let out a low thrumming noise as he leaned forward and began to kiss his rider, the length and size of his muzzle making it awkward looking, but Pyria seemed to quite enjoy it. It was as if she were little more than the dragon’s toy, not thinking at all.

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“Hmm come on, stop procrastinating.” Pyria said with a little impatience in her voice while Hayli shivered a little with dread. “Your master wants you at the dinner.”

“You’re a person, aren’t you… don’t you object to this?” She asked with a little shiver as the girl watched with a bottle of oil in her hands.

“Why? Renaldi is enjoying himself. And you really need to get over here if you want to be prepared for the dinner table.” Pyria said with a little sigh, the sound almost bored. “You’re going to be the refresher course.”

“That doesn’t make me want to get ready any sooner!” She snapped out, and then yelped as the girl stood up and grabbed her arm, yanking her forward.

She had been given another present of gold and jewels after the last assault, and Onyx had commented that she was going to be very wealthy given that Renaldi had requested her to stay in his household. It was wealth that she could take with her at any time, she could simply leave, but she had been given a hint of the real money that was being offered to her. There was enough wealth to set her up as a near Queen if she kept up with what she was doing, but this latest idea was terrifying. She was going to be taken the a formal dinner celebrating Renaldi’s bonding with a rider, used as entertainment and passed around to the other male dragons that made up his social circle.

She dreaded it, but at the same time, Onyx had stopped by with Thyria and offered her raw jewels as well as the promise that they were going to give her a better suite of rooms attached to Renaldi’s bedroom. They wanted her to stay, or rather, Renaldi did, he was starting to make it clear that he took pleasure in her body. Pyria was the one he bonded with, he was close to her, warm and caring, sleeping with her curled on his bed and clearly affectionate. It was her body that he violated and assaulted, taking a sadistic pleasure in making sure that her body was split and stretched into obscene widths around him.

“Come on, now.” Pyria said and then gave a little gesture for her to drop down onto the rolling cart that had been brought in.

It was polished silver and gold, rippled where dragon-fire had burned it and melted it into shape, the rough twisting turns that made it into artwork. The party was all young drakes, some of them had riders, but most of them were unpaired and Renaldi had offered to make sure that they would have a sample of the pleasures they could look forward to once they were given a

chance for their own rider. Or, if they weren’t chosen, would at least know what it was like to have a human sexually. The proposition had clearly disgusted Balti, Renaldi’s mother had made it clear through a rather loud roaring ‘conversation’ that she didn’t want it happening.

She had to find out all of it by asking Pyria, Onyx and Ducant, though only

Pyria gave her more details. The other woman seemed to approve of Renadli’s use of her, as long as he treated her like a sex toy and nothing more. He reserved his affections only for her, every bit of kindness and tenderness was aimed to her and he did everything he could to make her comfortable. She had her own set of rooms if she wished them, though she preferred to be near her dragon more than on her own. She had little desire to talk to Hayli unless directed too.

Hayli moved onto the cart, the cold metal making her hiss slightly as Pyria moved forward to help her pull backwards with a small push that leaned her backwards onto the metal and pushed downwards. She was pinned down against the cold surface while the girl reached down and helped her push her legs apart. She felt her cheeks flushing a deep red color, feeling humiliated as there was a matter of fact way the girl was handling her. She was barely leaned backwards before the oil was uncapped and suddenly dribbled right down her lower belly.

It warmed to her skin the moment it spilled downwards, causing her body to tense up immediately as she shuddered slightly in place. It trickled downwards as she saw that the girl had a glass dropper that the oil clung to and trailed it down between her thighs. Where it brushed against her, there was a coating of thick oil ran immediately between her folds and caused her to jerk in place. The sudden sting and burn spread over her so that she let out a short noise in the back of her throat, startling, but Pyria reached down to press against her chest to keep her in place.

“Just relax, dragons love this oil, it’s distilled especially to help alter their moods. They don’t ferment anything.” Pyria commented while Hayli felt the glass dropper sliding further between her legs.

“It.. burns..” She protested, jerking backwards slightly, but as she tried to move there was a push forward.

It started to slide further into the depths of her passage, beginning to spread as she felt the heat starting to push in deeper, the ache of it making her skin starting to spread. Her nerves felt raw and swollen and Pyria pushed forward, plunging into her body with a slide forward, squeezing through her clenching walls as the oils were driven deep inside of her. She writhed, she couldn’t stop herself from moving as she dropped her hands down to grab the edges of the cart.

“It’ll do that, but it won’t be in for long, but we need have you well coated and sealed up for the party.” Pyria said smoothly and Hayli gave a jerk of shock.

“Sealed?” She asked and her breathing came out in a little high pitched.

“Yes, and decorated, Renaldi pulled some pieces out to gift you with. I think you’ll enjoy them, sapphire is your color.” Pyria commented in an offhand manner, reminding her of just what was at stake even as she began to spill more oil inside of her reddening passage.

It was pouring outwards, thick and sticky feeling, and the burn grew worse until it was sharp as if someone had poured raw alcohol over her cunny. She twitched and jerked in place, the tears that sprang to her eyes didn’t fall as she panted in short shallow sounds, her entire body alive with the sensations. The oil was pushing in deeper, and where it touched she felt the skin starting to grow puffier and hotter by the moment. Her inner walls contracted down, small flexes that made it worse as it helped spread the oil through her body.

It was worth it, it has to be worth it… She thought with a little surge of fear and pain as the oil pushed in even deeper.

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Renaldi sprawled out on the bench with a lazy smile at his friends, the rumble of dragons and the sound of mental voices were humming between one another. It wasn’t often that he threw celebrations and this one was a lovely one since fully half of his friends either hadn’t had a chance to be chosen by a human or had failed to attract one. There had been enough teasing about him and his upcoming ceremony to make him want to flaunt his success. Pyria was quite pleased as she was next to him, sitting on the chair he had had ordered made for her and dressed in his own shed scales so that there was no doubt that they were together.

He turned his head towards her with pleasure, even as his friends were growling and letting out eager thrums of delight as they looked at the human on the silver and gold tray. She had been liberally coated with oils that were meant to rouse desire in the males looking at her, the distillation made him feel slightly dizzy and his body flushed with need. It was frequently used by dragoness’ to help enflame the senses of their partners, and on the human it was particularly delicious, making his arousal grow as she looked around with wide eyes.

:Really, Renaldi, you are a bit crude, aren’t you?: _ Another dragon said with a bit of disapproval in his tone, the black drake coiled around his rider. _:You could at least pretend to have decorum fitting your station.:

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:You sound like my mother.: _ Renaldi drawled and reached out to hook a talon along the cart, dragging it forward with a quiet rattle. _:Not everyone will have the chance to actually have a human, we don’t often have an outsider here.:

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:Don’t listen to him.: _ Another one of his friend’s said, licking his chops even as he casually picked up one of the stuffed rabbits from the banquet meal. _:I, for one, have to admit I was curious when Thyria brought her in, and jealous.:

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_:No need to be jealous.: _ He drawled out as he looked down at the girl, admiring the sapphires that hung from gold strands from her body.

She was a work of art, glittering and eye catching with his payment on her body and her eyes were wide. He had to admit, he was growing quite fond of having his own private sex toy. She was beginning to be well trained to what he wanted, especially since he had Pyria to help him speak with her. And his rider had even made sure that the girl was done up in a most pleasing manner. The oil had caused her mound to flush a deep red color, swollen and tender, split apart with a fine waxy plug that had been pushed into her to make sure the oils didn’t dribble out. Enough oil had been pushed into her that her belly had a little bulge of it, making her quite the centerpiece.

He watched his friends with pleasure as they continued to talk about how they were wondering how hard it would be to be able to obtain a human of their own. He knew that his mother would never tolerate bringing more humans from the cities here, not when the dragons had worked so hard to help develop the ones here to bond with them. It had taken generations of magic to help their minds reach a state close to their own, but while he had his own personal human, he could afford to be generous.

_:I’ve been working with her, she is quite clever despite not being like our own riders. _

She is eager and quick to learn.: _ Renaldi said and tipped his head to nuzzle Pyria. _:Of course, it helps to have my rider to help talk with her.:

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:Lucky.: _ A small blue drake sighed wistfully, he had been set to the humans ready to choose last year and failed to attract one. _:And she’s not like them at all?:

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_:Of course not, there’s no urge to bond, no magic talent.: _ Renaldi dismissed, cutting off that question early.

He knew that if any of the unsuccessful drakes thought they might be able to claim her as a rider it would grow into a heated argument and contest. He had no desire to have them trying to seduce her away with gifts and promises, not when she was his own personal toy. It made him thrum low in his throat, moving his paws a little bit to slide along her inner thighs so that the girl gave a little jolt and he smiled. She was staring up at him, not hearing the conversations going on while he dipped his head down and licked against her puffy folds.

When his tongue darted out again, it made Hayli cry out sharply, her body jolted briefly in place as she began to wriggle in place. She was trying her best to adjust her weight and not pull away, the sapphire’s glittering and flashing in the firelight as he flicked his tongue out against the seal. He made a show of working it, pulling it around and dragging backwards, using the rough texture of his tongue to stir it until the human cried out softly and broke the seal. He pulled backwards so that the oil began to puddle outwards and the drakes stiffened up in response as that sweet musky scent grew stronger and thicker on the air.

_:However, this is my offering for the feast, feel free to enjoy her, to prepare for your own rider someday, or know what you’re missing.: _ He offered generously, curving his neck with a little purr. _:After all, I have my own.: _

He pulled the plug free to expose her entirely, his eyes brightening as he looked down at Pyria. He knew human limitations now, and what better time to teach his rider the pleasure in dragon flesh than a party in their shared honor.

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Hayli felt as if her body was flushed in a wave of heat that was starting to throb and make it impossible to think straight. It was burning through her, her passage swollen and tender feeling, every movement driving home just how the oil had affected her so that she found it hard to concentrate on the drakes that were surrounding her. Her mind refused to make sense of it, her eyes were flashing a little bit as she let out a little whimper, feeling some of the oil trickling down before the cart she was on rattled and moved, swinging to the center of the gathered dragons.

She knew they were talking, but she didn’t care, she wanted the sensations to stop. Even her clit felt swollen, standing out sharply between her plump pussy folds and jerking a little bit in place, her movements pulling upwards as a silver drake’s head came into view. He tipped his head down at her, curious looking with a slender muzzle and more horns along his head than Renaldi possessed. The low growl filled his throat as he sniffed her over, his breath hot feeling and made her shrink back slightly, but not away. She kept her legs spread, her ankles hooked along a set of bars that had been set for that reason.

The tongue began to push outwards again, a slow roll that travelled up the length of his inner thigh, a rasp that caused her to jump in place. She cried out as the tongue tip worked towards her puffy swollen folds with a drag that started to push between the folds. The texture of the tongue normally hadn’t bothered her, but now, her folds were swollen and drawn tight. The rasp dragged over her outer lips and it was a sharp stab of pain that made her jerk in place, crying out before the drake let out a low purring sound in his throat.

His eyes closed as he seemed to savor the taste of the oil and then the tongue started to push forward. It was splitting her apart with a powerful stroke that was pushing deeper into the line of her passage. The slow spread opened her body further and further, causing her to jerk again as he dipped in further and the breath came out in a short series of pants. He growled throatily as the mixture of oil was dragged from her. The gentle probes should have been nothing, but every touch sent new spasms through her as her body was spread further.

The black drake soon dropped his head down and pushed into the depths of the passage, jamming forward with a sudden brutal assault that left her crying out. Her back arched off the cart as he pushed all the way into the depths of her cervix, his low snarl making her jerk a little bit as the size of the tongue spread her open wide. The breath was heavy, letting out a shivery burst before there was a little pull backwards, a rasp of the textured tongue pulled back as there was a playful roar and her cart was pulled back.

The last few inches of tongue snapped free and made her jerk in place.

The males were snarling playfully at each other, their teeth remained covered as they sparred and a larger more showy male pulled her towards him. He was purple, but so dark a purple he nearly looked black where there were shadows, his eyes a deep crimson as they peered down at her. The pupils were dilated as he lowered his head towards her, nosing against her inner thigh with a playful shove. The hot breath was trickling out as he slid his tongue in a powerful stroke right over her labia. The shoves spreading the walls wider, splitting and stretching them as he went.

It hurt, it burned, it made her entire body jolt in place as she squeezed her eyes shut and the tongue started to push its way into her passage again. The slow glides and rubs were taking their time, seeking out the oil and making her tense her walls down. Whatever the oil was, it more than pleasured them to taste it, they were growling with a deep throated noise as the paws adjusted their weight slightly and pulled her in closer. As her walls contracted down and pushed more of the oil out of her gorged belly. She cried out sharp squeal as he pushed his tongue in deeper, starting to push along her cervix.

The sharp pain was burning deeper, it made her writhe and want to rub herself to stop the sensation, but the drake helped. His tongue was rolling upwards, catching against the cervix with a pull. The sudden tug pulled against the edges, yanking and suddenly the base of the tongue brushed over her swollen clit. She jerked upwards, her entire body reacting to the touch as it was nearly orgasmic having that exposed bud rubbed, the nerves raw feeling so that she was letting out shrill noises.

The dark purple dragon rumbled and then groaned as he probed her cervical open lightly, beginning to push harder to coax the oils from her. He sampled them with a snarl of delight and took his time despite a few of the other dragon’s making short noises. The growling sounds rose up in the air and she ignored them, his tongue base kept rubbing against her aching clit, flashes of pleasure and pain blending together as he abused her and caused her body to react with smaller jolts and spasms.

She wasn’t sure if it felt good and horrible, her breathing was coming out in a little gagging noise before she was pulled away again. The shock of the rasping tongue yanking free made her cry out, her eyes snapping open before another muzzle was snuffling her with eagerness. The growing excitement of the drakes making her realize how dangerous a situation it was. The next plunge of the tongue was forceful, brutal, squeezing in through her walls and pushing to taste the oil, pulling her in closer while paws moved to either side with a little drag of the claw tips.

The next drag backwards started to pull backwards, yanking with a force that caught her and her stomach muscles bunched down with a squeeze. The movements were flexing, trying to adjust her weight while there was a little wet slurping noise. The mess trailed backwards as the blue dragon head shifted above her and his eyes were wild looking. He was darting his tongue outwards, letting out a high pitched noise while he snuffled upwards and lapped at the oil, pulling his tongue backwards. The lustful growl filled her ears and she realized, that they were just starting. This wasn’t about the oil, they were growing aroused, eager, and she was the only female here that wasn’t a claimed rider. Their only release…

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