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The dragoness slept curled into a ball. Her teal scales shining under the moonlit forest clearing she lay in. Erebos padded silently towards her, twisting shadows dancing off his jet black hide like flames might. Her desperation called out to him through the night. He saw the lances leveled at her, the bolts and nets, how hunters tried to capture and kill her. How she fled till her wings gave out and she collapsed here. A little lost thing named Ellmira.

Erebos circled her in her sleep, taking in the fine curves of her haunches, her glistening, oiled scales, the jewelry clasped to her tail, piercing her ear frills, the golden rings on her toes. She was royalty waylaid and far from home. Nightmares of her hunters haunted her dreams, her mind a thing Erebos sensed like a scent. The elder spirit grew hungrier and hungrier the longer he circled and considered her. She was a fetching, plump thing perfumed with a petrichor scent.

Erebos placed a heavy paw on her muzzle, and the shadows radiating off him were sucked in through Ellmira’s snout like smoke. She whimpered in her sleep, but her dreams became blank, smothering darkness. She would not wake until Erebos wanted her to, and the dread spirit planned to take advantage of her sleeping form. It padded back around to her backside, using a paw to push aside the dragoness’s thick tail and expose her slit. The scent here sweeter, a little more floral.

The sex of an untouched princess. Erebos licked his chops, his sheath already swelling with the thought of spoiling and corrupting it. He burrowed his snout into her backside and dragged his broad, dark violet tongue across her vulva. He still tasted the fear on her body, a touch of bitterness mixed with the sweetness of her sex. He drank from her flower, his tongue wedging its way inside her, his fangs bumping against her labia as his oral muscle split open her pink insides. His big tongue pressed against her hymen, and Erebos couldn’t help himself. His form as malleable as shadow, his tongue became thicker, longer, diving in and out of her like a tentacle, mashing down into her hymen. Stretching that thin veil of flesh until it tore. Her body reflexively clenched down. A pained groan all she released while still smothered in her supernatural sleep.

The sweet, metallic taste of her blood made Erebos’ teeth chatter against her sex. She was just of age as a dragoness, still small enough that the dire wolf plundering her insides was slightly bigger than her. Erebos maw became a cocktail of virgin blood, drool, and her salty, heated nectar. His lengthening tongue now swiping and wriggling against her cervix, undulating upwards into her g-spot, priming her body with pleasure against the pain of tearing her hymen. A sharp, radiating ache filled her core. Her inner walls began to clench and squeeze around his muscle as it lapped in and out, his jaws dripping with her blood and nectar. She tasted divine.

Her whole backside shuddered when she came. Clutching at the invader inside her, vainly trying to milk the oral organ as it undulated and stimulated her untried insides more. She gushed into his mouth, coating his muzzle in her cum. The scent of her need made Erebos’ cock spurt a thick, inky black rope of precum. The corruptive essence oozed onto the soil, draining the grass around it of color. He growled, unable to wait anymore with his stiff rod beating his belly each time her walls clenched on his tongue and wringed out more need across his palatte.

Erebos ripped his maw away and mounted her, his fat mast of dire doggy dick pushing up against her backside. The pointed tip nosed her labia, its soft heat too inviting for Erebos to resist. He pumped his hips and plunged into her tight vent; the fat barrel of his shaft splitting her open as he slid deep inside her. His glans mashed up against her cervix, her body rocking as Erebos humped her. The bulb of his knot ground against her labia, crushing her clit, and making that vent clench tight around the massive invader splitting it open. Her snug sex had the dire wolf growling, already ready to claim her as his. Inky precum spat inside her body, as his veiny, blood red shaft pumped in and out of her body. Wet smacks filled the clearing as his knot slapped against her dripping snatch.

Ellmira’s body rocked back and forth. Little huffs and gasps coming from her lips, still sleeping blankly, body heating up more and more as Erebos’ cock fed her cunt more precum. Its essence not smoothing out the pain of penetration, of being split open by his meat, but giving that pain an itching, heated quality that stoked the growing pleasure in her sex. Its tension building in her core before another release made her wings tremble and body shake. This time she squirted across his knot and balls, filling the clearing with the pungent, floral stink of her cum. A nice additive to Erebos’ sharp, metallic musk.

It was as her pussy clutched and convulsed that Erebos speared his way inside her. His knot caving in her cunny until those seizing cervical muscles relented, between convulsions, a window of relaxation that made it easy to plunge his fat bulb inside her, his glans ramming through her cervix and directly into her unsuspecting womb. The scales of her labia and lower belly now drawn taught around the shape of the organ pulsing inside her. Heavy, pendulous nuts resting against her backside jumped as the first rope of tainted seed erupted in her egg chamber. Thick, almost tarry ropes of cum flooded her womb. The virile swimmers not content to fly up her fallopian tubes, but pouring through her body, a supernatural osmosis causing his corruptive seed to be absorbed into her almost as fast as he could cum. Her snug little vent flooded with the unnatural seed, her body growing heated, her scales losing their luster in the moonlight, as if they’d been dyed into a navy blue.

It was only when Erebos felt that seed begin to back up inside her, creating a tight pressure around his knot, that he placed his forepaws on her rump and tugged. He ripped his knot free at the exact moment he released his sleep spell on her.

Ellmira woke with a shocked gasp that turned into a moan as she felt her cervical floor clench and something hot, runny, and wet begin to cascade from her sex. Her backside ached painfully, but that hot sting only made her walls feel sharp and sensitive as they squeezed together. Her hips bucked and more fluid ran from her, body rocking forward as something got off her. Ellmira heard it pad around and saw in the moonlight the twisting, shadowy silhouette of a wolf.

“Oh Gods, no…” she whispered as she saw the angry, red throbbing mast that dripped dark droplets of cum. The ground it fell upon drained of color. The pungent musk of his cum, the metallic scent of his veiny cock, filled her nostrils and Ellmira’s sex clenched tight again. She groaned through an unwanted orgasm, shaking her head as she said, “No—not by a beast…”

“We are your master, not some beast.”

Ellmira was shocked by the deep, rasping voice that came from the wolf. Its draconic impeccable, the syllables cutting as a sharp, icy gust. She felt confused by his words but undeniably drawn to the sound of his voice. She blinked, trying to recover her senses as he moved closer. As he mounted her face, she tried to mutter, “What’s happening… what did you do to… Gods that smell…” she moaned again as his drooling shaft rubbed against her scaly muzzle. She needed to escape. Needed to fly away from here, but that smell… his musk so enticing…

Ellmira’s maw opened of its own accord. Her long, forked tongue lashed out and whipped around the wolf’s leaking tip. How could a beast taste so divine and acrid at the same time? His meaty, bitter, salty flavor stained her palatte in an instant, bright pink tastebuds soiled to a darker violet as that corruptive cum tainted her maw. She should have gagged, not moaned and wrapped her lips around that shaft. Erebos needed no invitation from his pet to start humping her face. He growled as his dog dick dove down her throat, his fat ebon balls slapping her chin, knot grinding into her snout as her eyes rolled back. She didn’t even gag as Erebos said, “That’s a good pet. Sup on Master’s meat, and be born anew.”

She happily gagged and suckled on that cock filling out her maw. He held her down on his knot, blocking her airway as more cum from his previous orgasm still drooled down her esophagus. She groaned and sucked best she could, chest drawing tight with pain, a little corner of her mind panicking. Despite this creature threatening to suffocate her, Ellmira’s body remained in a bath of total relaxation, the ichor oozing into her throat flushing the rest of her body with warmth. Her cunny absolutely buzzing, vent winking and squirming. She couldn’t deny the pleasure she felt at being used like this by her master—no. This thing was not her master. She was a princess not its slave. She was… she was… losing her vision. Her airway now warping itself as her lungs vainly tried to haul oxygen around the mast blocking her throat. Her eyes fluttered, tears rolling down her cheeks as her wings and tail shivered, cumming even as she wavered on passing out.

Only for Erebos to finally rip his cock free of her muzzle. Ellmira came up for air half drowned on him, coughing and wheezing, ripping in lungfuls of fresh, musk tainted air as that cock hovered in front of her face. Almost compulsively, her lips wrapped back around the tip and she began bobbing her head eagerly, worshipping the shaft as she pushed it back down into her throat.

“Such an eager little thing,” it growled.

Ellmira whimpered for her master. Lips gliding up and down his massive shaft. To feel that flesh pulse and throb in her maw sent little shivers of pleasure through her now navy-scaled body. The corruption of Erebos’ essence darkening her scales more and more. In the massive libraries of her home, she had read of dread spirits like this one. Understood it existed in a realm beyond mortal comprehension, and that it was an incredible danger to allow oneself to even speak to such spirits, but she was already far too gone. What little part of her might protest was overwhelmed by the enthralling presence of her new master. Whose cock she worshipped eagerly. Her body aching each time more of that dark semen oozed from his tip and down her throat. It didn’t matter that her untried maw ached from sucking so hard on its shaft. She needed to please her master. Take in more of him. Of it.

Ellmira only found release when Erebos itself pulled his shaft from her muzzle and said, “Alright, little broodmare. Present yourself for Master.”

She groaned as her body lurched up onto her paws, the dragoness rolling over onto her back. She spread her legs, revealing her claimed sex. Its once precious, pink insides now stained a dark violet, vulva swollen with a strange inflammation. Her despoiled pussy winked under the moonlight as she finally got to look this strange beast in the eyes. Its dark red pupils locked with hers and she felt a jolt go through her body. A hunger ached in her core for him. She groaned, cunny fluttering and gushing fresh nectar across her tail and down into the discolored grass.

He climbed on top of her, his heavy forepaws planted over her shoulders on her wings, pinning them to the ground. His cock nudged her vent. The gaping mess made before making it simple for Erebos to plunge back inside. Ellmira groaned, hind legs going up and locking around the dire wolf. Her cunny clenched hard on his cock, her core radiating warmth and pleasure through her body. Relaxed… Happy… Her head lying back in the grass, beaming, tongue lolling from her mouth. Her body rocked with every thrust as Erebos’ maw reached down and wrapped round her throat. Those teeth, a loving embrace on her now raven-blue scales, pinched down and opened her. A choking moan took hold of Ellmira as Erebos tasted her sour and metallic flavor. His knot split her open at the same time, her pussy caved in by the bloody bulb till it plunged inside with a suckling pop. Her body exploded and cascaded with white-hot pleasure. All of her being his. Master’s. Its to use as it pleased. As it pleased—Erebos’ jaw closed with a guttural snap.

Ellmira woke later with a startled gasp. Her neck not snapped wetly in two like a celery stalk. She laid in some sort of den of darkness, its roof perforated by starlight, but the feel of the place was… outside of time. Then from a corner of the den came the piercing red of her Master’s eyes.

“We meant to be gentler, but your own hunger mingled with ours and overwhelmed our restraint.”

“What…” Ellmira trailed off, neck twisting and turning as her now red reptilian eyes adjusted to the darkness around her. Her once teal scales had darkened to a glossy raven-blue. Her vent still ached and reeked of their sex, and at the base of her throat, like a crown of thorns, scared scales from where Erebos’ fangs tore her open. She looked back at him, and understood what this was. What he was. As if he simply projected all she needed to know into her mind. Her mouth opened and closed. “I… I see…”

“You were left for dead, instead we collected you. You will be ours for a time, then we will release you. In exchange, we will share some of our power with you.”

Ellmira felt some of her old life still there. Not entirely smothered and unclouded by his taint, so she managed to say, “Do not expect me to be grateful, M-Master.” The honorific was ripped out of her muzzle, against her will. It made clear how little control of her body she still had.

“Perhaps you will come to. Your body certainly was last night.”

She shivered, already growing heated at the comment. His muzzle tilted into the air, scenting her need. It licked its chops and said, “Come dear, let us take care of you.”

Desperate, wanting, and mortified by her inability to stop herself, Ellmira came crawling.