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CHAPTER 7

_ ARRIVAL _

“Here we are!” announced Mahr’daga “Home at last!”

Dar’gon, and all the other dragons took a tiny and collective sigh of relief. The trip back to the Black Jaws Head Camp had lasted a lot longer then they had thought. The dragoness had told them it was only a couple more days of walking, but they had taken almost a week.

For once, the dragon chained to Dar’gon’s groin hadn’t slowed the group down. Although he still tripped a little from time to time, he had improved considerably in the time he had spent in Mahr’daga’s care, in both walking and worshiping skills.

Dar’gon had also grown very close with him in the following days.

He felt sorry for him every time he made a mistake, unlike the twins who still glared at him every time that happened.

Unlike them, he knew what being regarded as the weakest link felt like…

What had actually slowed them down had been M’hor’daga. Not because she couldn’t keep up, but because she had to take several rests along the way to heal Mar’gon, and Mahr’daga insisted on waiting for her instead of going ahead.

Every time the dragon looked like he had taken a beating from a swarm of Wretches, and the worst part was that he liked it, so much. On the outside, he hated this, but Dar’gon saw only too well how much he leaked through his chastity belt and heard the purrs among his growls and snarls…

No, that wasn’t the worst part…

The worst part was the dirty looks that he gave him every time Dar’gon looked in his direction, sometimes even murderous glances.

They hadn’t gotten any softer with the coming days. In fact, they kept getting worse and worse as time went on…

“About fucking time” drawled M’hor’daga from just behind her “I was sick and tired of dragging these wastes of meat with me…”

Her captives took a very, very tiny sigh of relief of their own, except for Mar’gon. They still looked scared to death of the dragoness, but, physically, they looked much better than they had been when Dar’gon had first seen them.

All of their wounds had been healed, with no traces of scars or scabs left. Those who had sported broken legs previously no longer limped. The dragon with a broken wing had the limb now encased in a wing-binder instead of being being left to dangle all bent and broken.

Mar’gon though looked like a shackled and beaten pulp with legs. He was now more scars and bruises than scales. None of his wounds was crippling, but they were still ghastly to look at.

He was also limping badly. One of hind legs had a horrendous gash running though its entire length…

He also leaked like a faucet. So much so that he had left a visible trail behind him made of blood and pre-cum.

Dar’gon didn’t understand.

Mar’gon’s hatred of M’hor’daga seemed genuine, but his body didn’t lie. It’s like he hated and loved M’hor’daga all at the same time. Hate and love constantly fighting each other, none of them triumphing over the other.

It’s a miracle he hadn’t exploded yet…

“You know… I don’t think I remember YOU having ever coming back home behind me…” teased Mahr’daga “What changed?”

M’hor’daga didn’t answer, she just pretended to look at the Black Jaws Head Camp and pretended not to hear her.

“In fact, I don’t remember ever waiting on YOU. It’s always the other way around. What happened?”

Once again, M’hor’daga didn’t acknowledge her. She didn’t even give her one of her usual withering looks.

Mahr’daga had taken to tease her every time she could, but M’hor’daga didn’t seem to fall for her teasing anymore. In fact, she had completely clammed up and barely talked to her.

“Come on, what’s wrong, little sister? What happened?”

M’hor’daga refused to answer. She just started lumbering toward the entrance.

Mahr’daga shook her head, not looking disappointed in the slightest by her sister refusal to answer her questions.

“Anyway….” she then purred, addressing Dar’gon “Aren’t you happy, my little cloaca slave? We’re finally home! You can finally show how much of a good slave you are to the other dragonesses and our leader…”

Dar’gon made an affirmative whine. He felt excited. He couldn’t wait to show the other dragonesses, especially the leader, how much of a good slave he was.

But he also felt a bit anxious.

What if the leader didn’t like him? What if he disappointed her in some way and made Mahr’daga look bad?

That however, wasn’t what he was most afraid of…

What if, no matter what he did, Mahr’daga wouldn’t be allowed to keep him? The thought made him shudder uncontrollably.

Fortunately, Mahr’daga’s scent and pheromones kept his fear in check, or he would feel he would explode from fear.

He had never been good at keeping calm…

“Come on, then. Let’s not keep them waiting!”

As they got closer and closer, Dar’gon saw a thick palisade, made of what looked like a mix of lava rock and metal, surrounded the camp. It was as black as night, taller than thirty dragons and looked incredibly sturdy.

There were many dents, dark patches and tiny holes: echoes of previous battles. Some dragonesses walked on top of it, keeping watch. Some were scanning the area, others were watching them.

Nudged in the wall, and made of the same material, was a huge door, big enough for twenty dragons to pass through comfortably, all at the same time.

Two dragonesses were stationed at its sides. They both looked stronger and taller than Mahr’daga, and bulkier and more muscled than M’ho’rdaga.

They both wore half armor sets, which covered all of their chests, most of their front legs, neck and heads, and part of their bellies, spines and tail.

The sets were made of leather and some kind of unknown metal alloy that, just by looking at it, seemed impervious to a wild dragon’s claws and teeth. It also seemed impervious to a wild dragon’s fire attacks. Runes had also been placed on them, signaling that a protective spell of some sort had been cast on it.

They carried what looked like a long spear with a glowing pointed head made of the same alloy as their armor set, only this looked like it could skewer and impale wild dragons with ease. More runes covered the tip, making it glow a frightening red.

“We’re heeereeee!” sang Mahr’daga in that annoying way that always got under her sister’s scales, but once again didn’t prompt any comments from her.

“I would have never guessed” answered one of the guards, in a sarcastic manner that held no malice.

Her voice was surprisingly feminine and sweet for someone so muscled and strong.

She sported the same stripes Mahr’daga and M’hor’daga bore, but unlike them, she sported patches of purple on her belly and thighs, which the other guard didn’t have.

Her horns curved backwards, almost into a loop, and one of them was badly chipped in places. Her appendage looked like a war axe, chipped, but extremely lethal nonetheless.

“Glad to see you aren’t late for once!”

“What can I say, Kha’daga?” said Mahr’daga, with such false modesty that the dragoness started snickering before she could finish “I like to listen to my Big Sis’s advice”

The dragoness named Kha’daga came forward and took a gander at the slaves bound to her.

“Four?! That must be a record for you!” she joked, once again without malice “I don’t think you’ve ever caught this many! I hope you didn’t rush…”

“Kha’daga!” exclaimed Mahr’daga, pretending to be offended “You know I would never do that! Who do you think I am? M’hor’daga?”

Kha’daga laughed out loud at that, earning a nasty look from the dragoness herself. The other guard was trying hard not to laugh.

“Speaking of M’hor’daga, what’s wrong with her? She hasn’t insulted you yet and she hasn’t beaten any of her catches except-”

She never finished that train of thought, because she noticed Mar’gon being bound to her pussy and she gasped loudly.

“Wait, she didn’t?”

“I think she did” answered Mahr’daga.

“You’re pulling my tail!”

“It’s the truth! She’s found a slave for her! Isn’t he adorable?”

“But- Like- For good? It’s not a temporary thing?”

“Seems like it”

Kha’daga looked at Mar’gon one more time, before a nasty look from M’hor’daga made her desist.

“How long do you think he’ll last?”

Mahr’daga made an overly ridiculous thinking pose complete with exaggerated “hmmm” and “uhhhh” before replying: “How should I know? M’hor’daga’s never had a permanent slave before”

“Knowing M’hor’daga, I don’t think he’ll last long…” said Kha’daga after laughing out loud.

“Betting a aur’d’ar that he will!”

“Forget it! I don’t have a aur’d’ar”

“You would if you stopped going to the brothels…”

Kha’daga chuckled before speaking again.

“Do you think Big Sis will approve?”

“Knowing her…” Mahr’daga took a long pause that she willingly prolonged for way too long, way past the point of awkwardness “No”

Kha’daga laughed out loud again, making M’hor’daga shoot her another nasty look.

She then looked at Dar’gon, peeking out from Mahr’daga’s beautiful pussy, as if she had seen him only then. She then looked very serious.

“Speaking of slaves, Mahr’daga… You’re not thinking getting another one… are you?”

Mahr’daga didn’t say anything.

“Mahr’daga! You know Big Sis will never allow it! You’re already in hot water enough with her as it is!

“Am I or am I not the best slave-catcher she has?”

“It doesn’t matter! Rules are rules! And she can’t stand you!”

“Don’t worry! I have a plan!”

That phrase stunned Kha’daga so much that for a moment her mouth froze in a comical O.

“A- A plan?”

“That’s right”

Kha’daga looked at Mahr’daga then at Dar’gon, as if trying to make up her mind on what to say.

“And… You’re sure it will work?”

“Of course I’m sure” answered Mahr’daga, sounding a bit annoyed “Really, Kha’daga, I’m hurt by your lack of trust!”

“I hope you know what you’re doing…” said Kha’daga “Because if it doesn’t work-”

“You done?!” called M’hor’daga

“Yeah, yeah, we’re done!” answered Mahr’daga.

“Is Big Sis here?” she then asked Kha’daga.

“Not yet” answered her friend “She went out an hour ago. She should come back in a couple of hours”

“Great! I’ll take a bath, and make my catches presentable to Big Sis”

“Just… don’t take too long, okay?”

“As if!” exclaimed Mahr’daga in fake outrage “Are you free this evening?”

“Nope. Guard duty all day and night. Sorry”

“YOU DONE?!” yelled M’hor’daga-

“Yeah, yeah, we’re coming!” answered Mahr’daga, before turning back to her friend “Can you let us through Kha’daga, before my little sister throws a tantrum?”

Kha’daga chuckled and without saying anything she opened one of the big doors to the Black Jaws head Camp, while the other guard opened the other.

The doors creaked and groaned loudly, but they didn’t offer any resistance to the dragoness’s dark forces. In just a few moments the doors were wide open.

“Come on, little ones!” she then said to her slaves in her usual cheery tone, as she walked into the Base Camp of the Black Jaw, followed by M’hor’daga close behind.

Here they were: the infamous base of the Black Jaw. How many times Dar’gon had had nightmares about it, imagining all the horrendous things going on there. And now, there he was…

He gulped, a little.

(...)

Dar’gon couldn’t see much, or smell much while bound to Mahr’daga’s beautiful pussy, but he saw a lot of dragonesses walking about.

All of them sported black scales and purple stripes, just like Mahr’daga and M’hor’daga, but the stripes varied from dragoness to dragoness. Some sported different shades of black on their scales, different shades of purple on their wings, some purple patches here and there, all of them had different horns and tail appendages.

All of them sported scars, holes in their wings, dents in their appendages, and whatnot. Dar’gon saw a dragoness missing one of her hind-legs, and another one with one of her wings missing. Mahr’daga seemed to be the only one who looked perfectly intact, at least compared to the others.

They were all different in size, stature and muscle, but all of them looked equally as impressive as Mahr’daga or M’hor’daga.

A long time ago, Dar’gon would have been terrified to come to a place like this. Now though, he didn’t feel afraid at all.

He was a good slave and the other dragonesses would see it for sure. Besides, if something bad would happen, Mahr’daga would protect him.

He felt safe with her, bound to her… Nothing bad would happen to him as long as Mahr’daga was here…

And indeed, nothing bad happened. The majority of dragonesses simply took a quick peak at the dragonesses and their slaves before moving on.

Some did linger a little bit and made some comments about the slaves, but it didn’t go any further than that.

A few of dragonesses though did stop by to admire Mahr’daga’s slaves. A couple even spanked Dar’gon or the twins.

Mahr’daga didn’t seem to mind it one bit. In fact, she took it as a good sign. “Look, little one. You’re already popular” she had said at one point.

On the other hand, nobody stopped to check M’hor’daga’s slaves or even to talk to the dragoness. In fact, everybody seemed to be avoiding her.

“Hey, Mahr’daga!” suddenly exclaimed a dragoness “You’re back!”

“R’ar’daga!” exclaimed Mahr’daga “Good to see you!”

“So, how did hunting go? What did you get?” asked the dragoness called R’ar’daga. She looked similar in stature and build to Mahr’daga, down to the fact that she sported almost no scars or holes in her wings, even the stripes similar. The horns though looked completely different: smaller and thicker.

Five slaves were bound to her. Two to her right side, and three to her left.

“A cutie from the Lava Wyrms, Two from the Pyroplites, and one from a trade. What about you?”

So, that’s where the Twins came from… the Pyroplites… Dar’gon had heard of them. They were an all-male tribe of mercenaries who offered their services to whoever payed them. They had a very strict code of conduct and honor and brutally punished all transgressions.

The twins didn’t look like mercenaries at all though…

The Lava Wyrms had never asked for their services. In fact they looked down on them, because they didn’t punish homosexuality.

“Meh, not much. A couple of outcasts, and a group of thugs” said R’ar’daga, pointing at the slaves bound to her.

“This one” she said, pointing to the firth one, who, to Dar’gon’s horror, was missing every scale from his head and both eyes too “threatened to rape me after I caught him…”

“That’s awful!” said Mahr’daga, genuinely horrified “I hope you punished him for it…”

“Sure did!” said R’ar’daga “Now he’s as obedient as any slave should be. He won’t threaten anyone with rape anymore, right bitch?”

The dragon nodded profusely.

Mahr’daga gave the dragon one quick appraisal before dismissing him “He’s not very cute, isn’t he?”

“Not at all, but believe me, he used to be much worse. By the way, where are you going?”

“To the bath-house. Making these cuties look presentable before I report to Big Sis. You? Taking them to the breakers?”

“Yup! The outcasts are coming along pretty well, but these thugs still need plenty of training.”

“Right, well, better not let the breakers wait then, right?”

“Right. They’ll bit my tail off if I make them wait too long. See ya!”

And with that, she continued walking, not saying a single word to M’hor’daga.

Mahr’daga resumed her walk didn’t get very far though, because she was stopped by another dragoness.

“Hi Mahr’daga” she greeted in a very deep, and guttural voice.

She looked like a real brute. Tall, wide, very muscled, thick tail and horns, massive paws and covered in scars. She was carrying fourteen slaves chained to her.

All of them looked bigger than any of the wild dragons Dar’gon had ever seen and all of them looked extremely obedient and submissive.

They wore metal collars with numbers on them and had some kind of pattern, resembling the Black Jaw’s insignia, etched onto it. The same pattern was burned into their flanks.

They also sported black patches on their scales, which Dar’gon didn’t think was their natural color.

Where these the “army whores” that Mahr’daga mentioned? What were those dark patches? Why were they all so big?

Were they… changing into S’handagaran slaves?

“Bahyur’daga! How are you? Doing okay?”

“Yeah” answered the big dragoness called Bahyur’daga, simply. When the big dragoness didn’t say anything else, Mahr’daga continued.

“Where are you taking these cuties?”

“To the square”

“Really? Why?”

“For the celebration” answered Bahyur’daga, once again, simply. She mustn’t be a dragoness of many words.

“Celebration?” asked Mahr’daga, genuinely confused.

“We stole some catches and booty from the Purple Fang. Big Sis ordered a celebration”

“Really? That’s awesome! I’ll be sure to join!”

Bahyur’daga didn’t say anything more and after a few brief goodbyes, they parted ways.

“You gotta love Bahyur’daga” said Mahr’daga “so brutal in the bedroom and battle, so calm and quiet in everything else…”

As they continued, Mahr’daga stopped to chat with a few more dragonesses. Many more greeted her and chatted with her, and nobody seemed to insult her or make fun of her.

M’hor’daga on the other hand was the opposite. No dragoness stopped by to talk to her. In fact, she had stopped only once, only to cuss at somebody.

This wasn’t surprising in the slightest. M’hor’daga was a horrible dragoness. No one in their right mind would want to be friends with someone like her.

Many of these dragonesses had more slaves bound to them. Some looked like Dar’gon, meaning “relatively” fresh catches, others sported more of those dark patches and were bigger. Some sported wounds, some didn’t.

Most of them had a collar which sported numbers. Then, Dar’gon saw some dragons which had collars with their names of them, which marked them as some dragoness’s property.

These dragons sported pitch-black scales throughout the majority of their bodies. Their eyes were also pitch-black. They sported no purple stripes of any kind and no tail appendage. Their horns were simpler, shorter and their wing-span smaller than the S’handagaran dragonesses.

Their wings were encased in huge binders, their horns had been blunted. They wore a thick hood, tough bridles, and they also wore collars, shackles and bondage gear that looked even sturdier than that Dar’gon wore.

“Those are S’handagaran slaves…” Mahr’daga had told him “One day, you’ll become just like them, but even prettier…”

Dar’gon looked at them, awe-struck. He would one day look like that?

They may not be anywhere near as powerful as a S’handagaran dragoness, but still, those S’handagaran slaves looked far more powerful than several wild dragons combined.

It sounded amazing…

As they continued walking, Dar’gon also saw many slaves chained to posts, to each other, or locked inside cages placed on the ground, on top of each other or even suspended.

Some of the slaves were being inspected, others were getting fucked or dominated, others were worshiping dragonesses, others were just waiting for their mistress.

Some of them were bound to carriages full of things, gear, weapons, or other slaves. They were led by a S’handagaran dragoness who sat in the carriage, holding reins with her black magic.

There was so much activity going on… It really did seem as if the Black Jaws were in the middle of preparing for something huge.

All of the activity, however, didn’t change the fact that the Black Jaw Head Camp looked every bit like a military camp.

The tents all looked pretty much the same and had a distinct camouflage pattern to help them blend in with the environment and were made to be easily set-up, easily packed and big enough to house a small group of dragonesses and their harems, barely.

Either that, or big enough to allow a big enough group of them to perform other military-related activities.

From above, it was impossible to determine which tents were used for housing and which were used for military purposes. The only way to know it was from signs plastered above or near the tents, or from the noises coming out of it, sometimes.

Some of them had guards stationed in front of the entrances, which meant they belonged to someone important, or housed something important.

More guards were stationed at key points, to maintain order and discipline. Although some of them were getting worshiped and serviced by some slaves.

Dar’gon felt overwhelmed. There were so many dragons and dragonesses, so much activity!

This camp was far bigger than anything he had grown up with and had many more inhabitants than Dar’gon had ever seen or heard of.

Wild dragons lived in very small dwellings, scattered and isolated from each other. They definitely didn’t have palisades or any kind of dragon-made fixed defenses.

The lucky ones could pledge allegiance to one group or another for protection, the unlucky ones had to fend off entirely for themselves and usually didn’t last long.

They also didn’t have tents or even dragon-made shelters. They were usually situated near natural formations like caves or holes or big trees that could offer some shelter on their own, but that was it.

The bigger dwellings belonged to the groups like the Lava Wyrms, who were big and strong enough to offer some protection from the Wretches and from lone S’handagaran dragonesses, but not groups of them.

And this camp, according to Mahr’daga, was nothing!

The dragoness had said that the S’hur’dayan Empire had “cities” and “capitals” which were far bigger than this. They had “lairs” which were far, far bigger than all of the tents here combines, and “mansions” which were bigger still!

They also had “bases” and “fortresses” and other things which were also far bigger than this and walls as tall as the mountains and equally as strong. They had things like “towers”, “citadels”, “moats” and other things like that…

It was enough to make Dar’gon feel extremely small, and not just compared to the big dragoness he was chained to…

“Here we are” Mahr’daga announced as they stopped in front of a big tent that seemed just like any other. Only a big sign in front of it told Dar’gon what it was, as well as the faint sound of bubbling lava coming from within: a bath-house.

Dar’gon had heard of them from stories but he had never seen one before.

The best wild dragon dwellings, like the Lava Wyrms, had to offer was natural lava pools, but that was it. Also, most dragons in those dwellings didn’t have access to them…

“Hi, Ru’sh’daga!” called Mahr’daga to one of the dragonesses standing guard to the tent entrance.

“Another bath, Mahr’daga?” asked the dragoness called Ru’sh’daga.

“Yep!” answered Mahr’daga “for me and these cuties…”

“Seriously how many times do you bathe?” asked the dragoness “It’s like you’re obsessed or something”

“A dragoness can never be too clean, you know!”

“Those slaves, I can understand, but you? You know a S’handagaran dragoness never stinks, even she doesn’t bathe, right?”

Dar’gon felt embarrassed. He knew that it wasn’t his fault, nor Mahr’daga’s. There weren’t many places to take a bath, after all.

Still, he must stink really bad right now… The other dragons did too, but it didn’t make it any less embarrassing…

“So what? Being clean feels so nice and refreshing… Besides, you can’t be outdone by your slaves when it comes to being clean, don’t you think?”

Ru’sh’daga chuckled.

“I guess… But I’m pretty sure S’handagaran slaves never smell as good as us. Not even close”

“Yeah but still… a slave that cleans themselves is always a sight to behold…”

Ru’sh’daga chuckled again.

“True enough…”

“Also…” continued Mahr’daga “Don’t you always visit the bathhouse at least three times a day, with your harem?”

Ru’sh’daga laughed out loud this time.

“All right, all right, you got me! Get inside now before you poison me with the stench from your catches” she said, jokingly.

“Don’t blame the poor things” said Mahr’daga, pretending to be outraged “They probably don’t know what a bath is”

“Yeah, right…” said Ru’sh’daga, chuckling “move now, before the house gets full…”

Mahr’daga chuckled herself before allowing herself inside. M’hor’daga followed right behind her. Ru’sh’daga didn’t say a single word to her, nor did the other guard.

The moment they stepped inside Dar’gon felt the heat touch his scales, seep inside his skin, giving his body strength and energy…

It was a wonderful feeling. A feeling he had missed for far too long…

He saw two entrances. Both of which were guarded. One was much bigger and much wider than other but had fewer guards…

It didn’t take him long to figure out why that was, and he didn’t like that realization one bit…

Mahr’daga unchained him from her crotch, his new dragon friend from his, and the twins. M’hor’daga did the same with her slaves and Mar’gon.

“Sorry, little ones” Mahr’daga said, handing over their chains to a dragoness guarding the smaller entrance “Unfortunately, dragonesses and slaves can’t bathe together”

Dar’gon whined.

He wanted to bathe with Mahr’daga! She had promised him and he had been so looking forward to it!

“But don’t worry! This will only take a couple of hours!”

Dar’gon didn’t feel better at all. He knew it wouldn’t “take a couple of hours”. He knew that Mahr’daga would take her sweet time bathing.

He loved her so much that any moment he was separated from her was nothing short of pure pain, literally.

He couldn’t spend a single moment without her…

“Well, I must be going now! Have fun!” she said, as she walked through the entrance reserved to S’handagaran dragonesses.

M’hor’daga followed right behind her and none of the guards even looked at her. She didn’t even give her slave’s chains to anyone. She just dropped it on the floor and one of the guards had to pick them up herself, muttering “Thanks a lot… Piece of shit…!”

M’hor’daga must be even more unpopular than he thought…

(…)

“Follow me” the guard holding Dar’gon’s chain ordered, pulling his and the other dragons’ chains forward.

Dar’gon and the other dragons obeyed immediately and started after the dragoness close behind.

However, they had only made a few steps when…

WHACK!

That sound, followed by a loud THUD made everybody stop and turn around. The guard who had collected the chains of M’hor’daga’s slaves had just whacked Mar’gon, making him fall on the ground.

“Glare at me one more time and I’ll gouge your eyes out!” she growled.

Mar’gon looked like he wanted to glare again but, instead, he desisted and looked down in defeat and submission.

Dar’gon felt… a little twinge of satisfaction. Seeing Mar’gon so down in the dumps and so battered and bruised, no longer made him feel sad.

After all the growls and nasty looks he had given him, it felt a little bit satisfying to watch him get beat up.

“Seriously, where does M’hor’daga find these wastes of meat?” the guard complained to her partner.

“It’s M’hor’daga” she answered “All she catches is trash”

“Yeah, but that’s the first time a slave has glared at me in all my life!”

“You’ve been here a couple of years, Jur’daga. I’ve been here twenty. I’ve seen much worse, believe me…”

“I don’t care! It’s still unacceptable! Why doesn’t Big Sis kick her out already?!”

“Who knows? Maybe this is the time Big Sis finally gets fed up with her failures”

“I fucking hope…”

The guards said no more and they led the dragons through the smaller entrance. Dar’gon was still feeling very disappointed that he couldn’t go with Mahr’daga. He understood why he couldn’t, but that didn’t make it any easier.

Fortunately, his brooding was quickly interrupted by his dragon friend, who, after seeing him so down, nuzzled him to cheer him up.

Dar’gon’s spirits lifted up.

This dragon knew how to cheer up other dragons like no other. He also did with enthusiasm and without reservation.

Now he understood why Mahr’daga had chosen him. If he could cheer him like that, imagine what he could do with other slaves, or his Mistress…

He nuzzled back and was rewarded with even more nuzzling from his friend.

“Hey, sluts!” one of the guards exclaimed with a chuckle “At least, wait until we get to the pools before you start entertaining us!”

For once, his dragon friend didn’t look ashamed at all that he had been rebuked. In fact, he started looking at Dar’gon with that hungry expression that he wore only when he had to worship him.

After a few more moments they reached their destination and Dar’gon couldn’t believe his eyes.

Lava pools! lava pools everywhere!

The lava looked extremely hot, bubbling, inviting. It was whispering, begging him to enter. He could almost hear it beckoning him over…

The heat that came from them was so alluring, so delightful on his scales that Dar’gon felt the overwhelming urge to just dive in there and never come out again.

Dar’gon had never seen so many lava pools in his life. He didn’t even know it was possible to have so many, all in one place!

The fact that they were all portable pools, and that they carried so much high-quality lava, made it even more incredible!

However, he noticed that they weren’t alone.

There were so many slaves in the pools. In fact, almost all of them were completely full. Only a few of them still had some space left.

All of the slaves were helping each other bathe and scrub, despite the fact they wore full bondage gears, complete with shackles and paw-mittens.

Many of them also dived into the pool to bathe and scrub the underside of the other slaves.

However, he also saw many slaves who weren’t doing much cleaning at all and were licking each other’s chaste bits, mittened paws or trying to kiss each other, to the amusement of the guards.

The moment his dragon’s friend saw those slaves, his eyes lit up, literally. His hungry expression became downright ravenous.

The guards then led them to a pool that was almost full but still had relatively enough space for the four of them. The other guard meanwhile split M’hor’daga’s slaves into several pools, since none had enough space for all of them.

“Listen up” said the guard, addressing all of them “You have one hour to clean yourselves up and have some fun with each other. No more. After that, you’re off to the drier room. Again, you have one hour. Don’t linger and don’t loiter. Understood?”

All of the dragons nodded in unison.

“One more thing… you try to drown one of your fellow slaves, or start a pool-fight… that’ll be the last mistake you’ll ever make. Clear?”

The dragons nodded in unison again.

“Get in there” she ordered, pointing at a pool that sat near the edge of the entrance. Dar’gon and the others obeyed and started entering the pool one by one, careful not to bump into anything or anyone.

As Dar’gon expected, the guard didn’t remove any of the bondage gear. Apparently, it was able to withstand extreme temperatures without problems.

Dar’gon was the first to step in the pool and, the moment his mittened paws touched the lava, he felt his body crying with joy.

He barely restrained himself from jumping into the pool. He didn’t want to make a mess and make the guards, or the other slaves angry.

He went inside slowly and savored every moment of it, reveling in it, enjoying it. He felt his body rejuvenated, he felt a thousand tiny weights and knots disappearing and melting away.

He felt like a new dragon… almost.

He was looking forward to fully submerging himself, but his hopes were crushed when his paws touched the bottom of the pool and his head remained above level.

He didn’t feel any change in his bondage gear. It remained as tight, snug, sturdy and unyielding as ever. Even his mittens looked perfectly fine.

He tried to find a spot that looked emptier, but the other slaves looked almost equally spaced throughout.

Fortunately, a couple of slaves moved away to give him room and he settled between them.

His dragon-friend sat right beside him. He didn’t trip or fall down, but he slightly bumped into another slave, earning him a hiss of disapproval. The twins found another spot on the opposite side.

Once all dragons were seated, the guard chained Dar’gon to a ring at the border of the pool, leaving only enough chain for him to move around the pool, and even submerge, but not do much else.

“Have fun!” was all the guard said before she headed back to her post at the entrance, watching to make sure everybody behaved.

Once she did, everybody resumed what they were doing, whether it was actually cleaning each other or just having kinky fun.

The twins started scrubbing and cleaning each other immediately. They couldn’t do much with their mittened paws, but, with the help of the lava, it was more than enough to get rid of all the grime, sweat, dirt and smell that clung to their scales.

All of these dragons seemed to know what they were doing. Dar’gon, meanwhile, sat there, wondering what to do… He had never taken a proper bath, especially a bath wearing all of this bondage gear…

Fortunately, he needn’t have worried.

He felt paws rubbing his left side and saw his dragon friend cleaning him, imitating what the other dragons were doing.

No, he wasn’t imitating. He worked on his own, without copying what the others slaves were doing.

He was actually doing a very good job too! He actually knew what he was doing for once!

He knew just where to go, how much pressure to apply when he scrubbed, what to avoid, what movements to use, and where to go to make the process very enjoyable…

He had clearly done this before, or at least fantasized about doing this…

It suddenly occurred to Dar’gon that he knew pretty much nothing about his friend. They got along so well, but he knew nothing about him, besides the fact that he had been unfortunate enough to be caught by M’hor’daga.

He didn’t even know which tribe he belonged to, or what he had been doing before his capture. He didn’t even know his name…

It also suddenly occurred to him that Dar’gon wasn’t returning his friend’s attention. All he did was reveling in his friend’s attention and doing nothing to pay it back in any way…

It was a good thing that the dragon didn’t seem to mind it in the slightest, but still, he couldn’t just sit there and do nothing.

He turned around, and, as his friend continued scrubbing, he started doing the same, imitating what his friend was doing.

The moment he did that, his friend started purring loudly. As he continued to do it, his friend purred even louder.

He chanced a peek at the twins. They were doing the same thing to each other. They were all purring, but much more softly. They were enjoying it, but nowhere near as his friend.

Dar’gon had started purring himself, and as the moments passed he purred louder and louder.

The pool soon turned into a cacophony of purring. The guards patrolled around and more than once stayed near one pool or another, to watch slaves who were doing much more than scrubbing and cleaning.

Dar’gon’s friend at one point allowed him to start scrubbing and cleaning him. Dar’gon had no idea what do to, so he just copied what the others were doing.

And yet… whatever he did, he made his friend purr louder and louder. It seemed like he could do no wrong with the way he cleaned him.

Was he that good, or did his friend enjoy getting cleaned that much? Or both? Either way, he continued cleaning.

After just a little, his friend purred really loudly, so loudly and so much that he almost growled.

He really, desperately wanted to continue cleaning Dar’gon some more and Dar’gon allowed him, even though he looked pretty much clean already.

However, instead of going for his body, his dragon friend started rubbing him and scrubbing his chaste groin.

He didn’t just scrub the area around the chastity belt, he went for the area blocked by the belt as well.

It caught Dar’gon completely off guard and he moaned loudly in response. This only egged his friend on to go at it even more.

All that time he had spent battling off excruciating heat, never being allowed to cum, had made Dar’gon incredibly sensitive.

Touch alone was enough to get him aroused. Touching his groin, even if it was chaste, was enough to get him extremely aroused.

In a few short moments, he started purring louder and louder until he almost growled, just like his friend.

He chanced another peek at the twins. They had taken a leaf out of his friend’s book and were cleaning each other’s chaste groin too.

The other slaves meanwhile were either too busy cleaning themselves, having kinky fun with each other or both. Only a few of them watched every now and then.

If only Mahr’daga was here to see this! She would be so happy to see his dragon friend being really good at something!

And to think that M’hor’daga called him useless! Only an idiot like her couldn’t see his amazing potential.

Speaking of seeing… the guard near the entrance was watching the pair of Dar’gon and his friend very closely, with very hungry eyes.

She was loving the show… but she wanted more. Dar’gon immediately caught on what she wanted, but so did his friend. In fact, he had caught on even before Dar’gon had.

He dived under the lava to give even more attention to Dar’gon’s groin and hind-legs, with his bound muzzle.

Dar’gon moaned and whined as he felt his friend nuzzling and rubbing his head against his groin. He was really going at it too. He was even nuzzling his head against his paws from time to time.

With his muzzle bound, he couldn’t do much else, but it was still more than enough to make Dar’gon growl with sheer pleasure and leak copiously through the chastity belt.

Dar’gon had never had another male nuzzle his crotch, ever. He also didn’t know if it was because he had grown so sensitive in his groin, or if his friend was actually doing a very good job, but he loved it.

He also loved how his friend was behaving, just like Dar’gon did when he worshiped Mahr’daga. He was worshiping him! And not just that… He wasn’t even making any mistakes at all.

It was as if this, worshiping him, or someone like him, was what he was meant to do, what he had always wanted to do.

Now that he was in his element and the fact that Dar’gon hadn’t rejected him, allowed to truly gave it his all.

He was starting to catch some attention from the other slaves too. Even the twins stopped their cleaning to watch Dar’gon try to muzzle fuck his friend. They continued to watch, as even they forgot about cleaning themselves.

Good thing Mar’gon wasn’t here to see this…

He would have definitely been displeased. In fact, he would have been definitely pissed off and disgusted. He would have growled and glared…

Whatever…

It was his problem…

He had no idea what he was missing out…

As his friend continued nuzzling his crotch, Dar’gon’s pleasure kept building up, and quickly.

However, all too soon, it plateaued.

The familiar frustration seeped in as Dar’gon was unable to drive himself further and further towards orgasm.

Without Mahr’daga’s pheromones, scent and cum to boost his libido, he couldn’t get get past that that threshold, while his frustration built up more and more.

Out of desperation, he grabbed his friend by the horns and started forcibly rubbing his muzzle against his chaste belt.

It helped. It helped a lot, a lot more than he would have thought. He could feel his pleasure increasing again, and quickly too, blowing past the plateau.

His friend had such a great muzzle, perfect to be fucked. Before Dar’gon knew it, he started humping his friend’s muzzle with even more force.

It was so hot. It seemed to unlock something inside of Dar’gon, something that had been locked away for far too long: the feeling of fucking a dragon’s muzzle.

It was as if his body discovered that this was also what he was meant to do. He was meant to submit to Mahr’daga, first and foremost, but he was also meant to fuck other dragons!

His friend had just awoken a small dominant side in him and he loved it, he loved it so much. His friend though loved it even more.

He whined and begged Dar’gon to fuck his muzzle harder and harder, like a real dragon would.

And he happily obliged. He started humping his muzzle hard, really hard. He also started grunting and panting, while his friend moaned and whined in deep submission.

“Hey, F’yr’daga! Check this out!” called the guard watching the scene to her partner on the other side of the pool.

The dragoness called F’yr’daga arrived to watch the scene and she immediately flashed a feral grinned.

Dar’gon seemed to be consumed by feral lust. It wasn’t anywhere near as powerful, as overwhelming as the king he felt when he worshiped Mahr’daga. It was, however, still incredibly powerful.

The same kind of feral lust had completely consumed his friend too.

Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing existed anymore. Nothing except fucking that dragon’s muzzle.

“And here I thought today would be boring…” said the guard called F’yr’daga “what a bunch of sluts…”

Dar’gon didn’t hear anything. He was fucking his friend’s muzzle like there was no tomorrow. The bondage gear, the mittens, the chains were no obstacle to him or to his friend.

It was such a hot scene that every slave in the pool had stopped to watch the show. Some did continue to clean by they were watching only Dar’gon and his friend.

Even some of the slaves from nearby pools were watching or hearing what was going on.

Dar’gon couldn’t hold back his skyrocketing pleasure any longer, now that Mahr’daga wasn’t her to make sure he didn’t cum too soon.

He felt himself getting very, very close to orgasm. He could feel it!

“MMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

However, the chastity belt’s spell kicked in and brutally zapped his groin. Fortunately he had been expecting it. He had also become used to it, so it didn’t hurt as much anymore.

He had suffered much worse.

He even found within him the instinct to pin his friend’s muzzle to his groin, as if he really had finished inside him.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Dar’gon may have been ready for the belt’s spell, but his friend had not. He screamed so loudly that Dar’gon heard him under the bubbling lava as if he had been screaming right beside him.

He also felt him going limp. Panic surged through him. What had happened to his friend?!

He dived under the lava to grab his friend. Fire dragons may be immune to lava, but they certainly couldn’t breathe under it.

He pullrf him to the surface and he took a sigh of relief. His friend was still conscious, but his breath was ragged and labored. He also looked traumatized. He hadn’t expected any of that and it had been nothing short of horrible.

Poor thing…

Dar’gon tried to cheer him up immediately by nuzzling him, purring loudly all the while.

He recovered after a little while and started nuzzling his head too.

“Awww, isn’t that adorable?” said the dragoness called F’yr’daga.

“Wish I had one of my slaves here with me!” said her partner.

“Right you are, Uh’r’daga” said F’yr’daga, booming with laughter.

(…)

After a while, M’hor’daga emerged from the bath-house, along with the rest of her slaves and Mar’gon.

They all looked clean and pristine. Even Mar’gon’s wounds seemed to look much better. Most of the swelling was gone. All of the cuts had stopped bleeding and scabs had formed. He no longer limped either.

The only thing that didn’t look better was his attitude. The moment his eyes lay on Dar’gon, he glared.

Before he could realize what he was doing, Dar’gon glared right back. It was as if something inside him had snapped.

He found himself wishing that his wounds hadn’t healed. He also found himself wishing that M’hor’daga would cripple him, permanently. He found himself wishing M’hor’daga actually killed him.

Part of his tried to chastise him for thinking this of his friend, but he pushed it to the back of his mind.

He was done taking shit from Mar’gon!

A true friend would never act this way! If Mar’gon wanted to act like this, he wasn’t his friend!

Suddenly a thought struck him.

Had Mar’gon secretly hated him, all along?

It made sense. No way Mar’gon could go from liking him to hating him in such a short time, despite the brainwashing he had undoubtedly suffered.

But that couldn’t be the only reason… Did he also hate him… because he was succeeding, while he didn’t? Because he was good at something and he wasn’t? Because he felt like he didn’t deserve any of the good things he received?

It explained everything…

The truth that what he had considered his best friend, the one dragon that had taken him in, hadn’t rejected him, might have actually hated him all along should have hit him like several devastating eruptions… but… it didn’t.

In fact, Dar’gon realized that he didn’t care that much. Yes, it wasn’t pleasant at all, but he didn’t feel soul-crushed in the slightest.

It was as if all the pieces of the puzzle were coming together and he felt foolish for not realizing it sooner.

He felt… contempt seeping through his veins. Contempt for the way his former-best-friend had played him along, for all the lies he had told him, for all the bad things he had told him, for everything he had done to him.

He didn’t care about what M’hor’daga had done to him, or how Mahr’daga had treated him.

He deserved it. He deserved everything that happened to him, every bad thing that had happened and would happen to him!

“Are you finished?” teased Mahr’daga.

M’hor’daga didn’t answer her question.

“You know, this is the first time I’ve finished cleaning before you did. Why is that?”

M’hor’daga still refused to answer her question.

Mahr’daga opened her mouth to tease her some more before Ru’sh’daga interjected.

“Sorry to interrupt but… Big Sis is back”

Mahr’daga’s face fell, literally and became very serious now. Even M’hor’daga snapped back to her usual, grumpy self.

“When?”

“Half an hour ago. You have to report to her right away. She also wants you to bring your slaves.”

“Okay” said Mahr’daga, simply. M’hor’daga responded with a grunt.

Both dragonesses started walking briskly towards their destination. Dar’gon had resumed his usual place, bound to Mahr’daga’s beautiful pussy. His dragon friend was bound to his crotch while the twins were bound to Mahr’daga’s sides.

However, he detected a hint of uncertainty in Mahr’daga’s beautiful scent, a hint of anxiety. Fortunately, she was able to keep it under control, or Dar’gon would have started feeling really anxious.

Nobody talked. Mahr’daga no longer stopped to chat when other dragonesses greeted her. She said that Big Sis had ordered to see her and the other dragonesses dropped it immediately without arguments.

Had this Big Sis that much of an influence on the other dragonesses that nobody tried to defy her? Did she command that much respect that other dragoness wouldn’t even think of going against her orders?

His former tribe leader would have killed to gain that much authority over his subjects…

Heck, any tribe leader would have killed to have that much authority! Most tribe leaders spent more time trying to keep their subjects in check or squabbling with other tribe leaders, even when they were allies…

Eventually, after a relatively short walk, they reached their destination: a huge tent, far bigger, taller, wider and more complex than all the tents he had see so far. It looked like a big tent had fused with several, smaller ones.

The fact that it sported a camouflage pattern, no decorations on the outside, didn’t make it any less impressive to look at.

There was no doubt about it: this was Big Sis’s tent.

The opening was the biggest Dar’gon had seen so far. Wide enough to let four to five S’handagaran dragonesses walk through it.

Two guards were standing guard, wings tucked at their sides. They wore full armor sets, brandished powerful spears, and bulged with muscle and power.

Even their wings and tail bore armor protections, and had long swords strapped to their backs.

“Mahr’daga and M’hor’daga” one of them addressed the two dragonesses “Big Sis is expecting you. You can leave your catches here”

Mahr’daga unshackled Dar’gon from her pussy, his dragon friend from his groin and the twins from her body, without saying a word.

She then shackled their collars to a huge post placed near the entrance, while M’hor’daga chained Mar’gon and the other slaves to the opposite post or to each other.

It was only then that Dar’gon saw a signpost placed in front of the entrance. Unlike the others he had seen, there was nothing written on it. Instead, it was made of bits of what looked like a huge, deformed skull.

His breath caught in his throat. Even if it was incomplete, he recognized immediately what it was.

It belonged to a Mother Wretch. The most powerful Wretch of all. They controlled the nests and all of the Wretches that lived there. They were the most hideous of all and their powers were unparalleled.

No wild dragon could kill them. Heck, no living thing in the world could kill it! Until the S’handagaran dragonesses arrived…

Still, killing one by themselves was no small feat, even for one of these super-powerful dragonesses.

No wonder every dragoness here obeyed her orders without question. Any dragon capable of killing a Mother Wretch was worthy of the utmost respect.

No wonder she was the leader of this organization… And this dragoness would judge whether he was worthy of being claimed by Mahr’daga or if he was good enough to be sold?!

A shiver ran down his spine.

“Wait for me cuties” whispered Mahr’daga, trying to disguise the hint of fear in her voice with her useful cheerful attitude “I’ll be right back!”

And with that, she entered the tent and disappeared inside, closely followed by M’hor’daga.

Dar’gon, started looking around him to take his mind off things, like thinking about what would happen to him, or Mar’gon…

The tent belonging to the leader of the Black Jaws was placed in front of what looked like a small plaza.

There were many different stockings and pillories placed at regular intervals throughout it. Some were designed to imprison only the head, others could also bind the front paws, other could bind all four paws. Some of them could bind all four paws and the tail, one of them was designed to bind head, all limbs, tail and even the wings.

Some pillories were also designed to bind a dragon in different poses, some of which looked incredibly uncomfortable, like being forced to arch their back and their tail, others bound head and front paws together, some head and all four paws together.

One of them forced a dragon to maintain an upright position, forcing him to stand on two legs only.

All of the stocks and pillories held a dragon prisoner. Some wore hoods, some wore blindfolds and ring-gags, others just a ring-gag.

Some were left alone, fighting their own heat, covered in S’handagaran dragoness cum. Others were eating and drinking from bowls, either food, water or S’handagaran dragoness cum.

Others were getting fucked by other S’handagaran dragonesses, others were forced to smell S’handagaran pheromones, others still were getting whipped, raked or being subjected to other sorts of punishments.

There were signs hanging from the dragons’ necks which displayed their “crimes” and “punishments”.

One dragon had been sentenced to “smell pheromones for an entire month” because he “liked to smell S’handagaran dragonesses’ used underwear”.

Another one had been sentenced to “eat S’handagaran pussy for two months” because he “was a cloaca-whore”.

A third one had been sentenced to “get fucked in the ass, day and night, for three months” for “begging to be fucked too loudly and too much”

All of the dragons red scales with different stripes and patches that Dar’gon had ever seen. There were things written on their scales like: “slut”, “whore”, “pussy-eater”, “cock-lover”, “number of times fucked”, “fuck me”, “use me”, and other such things…

All of them also sported those black patches that seemed to snake their way to their heads, like a meat-eating disease.

Only, it wasn’t a disease.

Those dragons were slowly, but surely, becoming S’handagaran male slaves, because they also looked bigger, stronger and their features were changing too.

The plaza was also full of S’handagaran dragonesses, either standing guard, walking about doing their own job, or watching the slaves getting fucked, punished or served.

Dar’gon kept staring at the plaza, transfixed by what he saw. He found himself wishing he was one of those dragons, being bound in stocks and forced to serve every S’handagaran dragoness that passed by…

“Well, what do we have here…” said suddenly a voice to Dar’gon’s left.

It belonged to a S’handagaran dragoness that he had never seen before. She was slightly smaller than M’hor’daga, but stockier, with more muscles. She didn’t have any stripes, only purple patches scattered irregularly throughout her body. One of her horns was chipped and so was the appendage on her tail.

She wasn’t alone either.

There were another two dragonesses standing right behind her. They were slightly taller but less muscled than the first. They both had a mix of black stripes and patches.

On a first glance, they looked similar, but on a closer look, their horns were different, and so was the tail appendage. They couldn’t be related.

“New slaves…”

Her voice was very low-pitched and deep. It reminded Dar’gon of the tone wild dragons used when they were trying to seduce a female. It made his knees buckle.

“What are they doing here?” asked one of the dragonesses behind the first one, in a slightly higher-pitched voice “Why aren’t they being processed in the pens?”

“I guess Big Sis must want to examine these catches personally” answered the dragoness in front.

From the way she talked and behaved, she clearly sounded like the leader of this small group.

“But why? Don’t we have Breakers for that?” asked the second dragoness.

“My guess is that they’re Mahr’daga and M’hor’daga’s catches”

“Really? How can you tell?”

“Because…” started the dragoness in front, making her way towards Dar’gon; she grabbed his head and took a deep sniff “they reek of them” she finished before letting him go.

“I should have known…” whispered the third dragoness. Her voice sounded similar to the second one, but it was slightly higher-pitched still.

Dar’gon was shocked to find out he still smelled like Mahr’daga, despite taking a very long bath and his friend cleaning him so thoroughly…

Did S’handagaran dragonesses’ scent cling that much to dragons and for that long? Or was it just because Mahr’daga had muzzle-fucked him so many times?

Whatever. He didn’t mind it one bit…

“Mahr’daga, I understand, but why M’hor’daga? She couldn’t catch a cold even if she tried” commented the third dragoness, making the other two chuckle.

The leader then started grabbing and probing and touching the slaves that M’hor’daga had caught. The other two did the same. The guards weren’t saying anything. In fact one of them was looking with interest at the scene.

However, none of the dragonesses lingered on one slave for too long. A quick glance and they moved on. They didn’t look impressed at all.

“Bah…” said the leader dragoness “Another batch of broken messes…”

“So what else is new?” commented the third dragoness “That’s all M’hor’daga can catch. Seriously, why hasn’t Big Sis kicked her out yet? She can do that anytime!”

“Wait…” said the second dragoness “Look at this one! He isn’t broken yet!”

She was talking about Mar’gon, who was glowering at her.

“What happened to him?” commented the third dragoness “He looks like he has been used as a scratching post for an entire week!”

The dragonesses chuckled, which made Mar’gon even more furious.

“I guess this dragon must be the worst slave ever… and considering the trash M’hor’daga catches, that’s saying something!”

The dragonesses chuckled louder. Mar’gon glowered even harder. If stares could kill, Mar’gon’s would have incinerated the dragonesses.

“Killing him would probably be doing him a favor…”

That was the last straw for Mar’gon. He tried to snap at the dragoness, despite the muzzle. This, however, only earned a brutal slap which made him fall down, blood trickling from fresh wounds. Only his collar’s chain prevented him from being flung.

Dar’gon couldn’t believe his eyes and neither did the other dragons. Had Mar’gon tried to attack one of these dragonesses? What was wrong with him?!

“Wow… he’s even worse than I thought…” commented the third dragoness with scorn.

“What the fuck is wrong with him?” asked the second dragoness “Never seen a slave do that!”

“The time Big Sis kicks her out can’t come soon enough…” said the leading dragoness.

Mar’gon growled again, but this only earned him another brutal slap. The dragonesses didn’t say anything. They looked at Mar’gon with contempt, as if he had done the most offensive thing ever.

Dar’gon watched with satisfaction.

It was about time someone took that arrogant douche-bag down a peg or two. That dragon had never known what it felt like to be humiliated in public.

It was always Dar’gon who messed up while Mar’gon always did everything perfectly and never forgot to make sure Dar’gon knew it…

“Let’s see what Mahr’daga has caught…” said the leading dragoness. She went straight for Dar’gon again, who bowed his head in submission and even made a submissive noise.

“Nice…” she growled “Already off to a much better start…”

“Hey! S’ur’daga” said the second dragonesses who was checking one of the twins, while the third dragoness did the other one “Check these out! They are good!”

“Of course they are” answered S’ur’daga, while still not taking her eyes off Dar’gon “Mahr’daga may be an insufferable asshole, but she sure knows how to catch good slaves…”

Dar’gon felt the urge to growl to defend Mahr’daga’s honor, but he held back. Unlike Mar’gon, he knew better than that.

The dragoness called S’ur’daga then started smelling Dar’gon, in the way a predator would smell her cornered prey, before delivering the final blow.

She smelled very good, although less sweet and a bit muskier than Mahr’daga. Her breath also smelled strongly of honey.

Did she drink what dragons called “S’handagaran nectar?” A strange substance that made these dragonesses even more powerful, but also got them drunk?

Dar’gon moaned ever so softly, losing in her strong touch. It felt nowhere near as good as Mahr’daga’s, but it still felt great.

“So fucking cute. Too bad he fucking reeks of Mahr’daga…” she then whispered, more to herself than the others, or Dar’gon.

She then took a quick glance at the guards who weren’t saying or doing anything. One of them seemed to even give somewhat of an approving glance.

“Oh well, nothing it can’t be fixed…” she growled before she violently slammed him to the ground, so hard that he saw stars, then pinned him and bit him in the neck.

It was powerful, unrestrained, and messy. She shredded scales and flesh, making sure she sank her teeth deep into his neck, not caring if she hurt him. There was no care at all behind compared to when Mahr’daga bit someone.

But, it still felt good. This dragoness was already consumed by feral lust and that made her look every bit the blood-thirsty killing machine that she was. Already, she wanted to ravage him, like a real predator should.

He wanted to be bit again! He wanted to be ravaged! So badly! He whined and moaned, slightly louder.

The dragoness happily obliged, biting him again, and again. Every time she did, she got closer and closer to where his head met his neck…

“What a fucking slut…” growled the dragoness, her voice already husky from sheer lust.

She then bit him hard. She didn’t let go. She just shook her head to make sure her teeth sunk deep in his skin. Dar’gon cried in pain and pleasure, purring loudly.

“You like it don’t ya?” growled the dragoness in an even deeper and huskier voice. Dar’gon whined a submissive and begging in response.

He liked it, so much! The dragoness liked it too. She liked it so much that she opened her jaws wide then, quick as lightning, trapped him in the Bite of Death.

Dar’gon felt fear and arousal in his body clash with each other, creating a whirlwind of emotions inside. His brain was awash with fear as the dragoness could end his life at any moment, but his body was singing with excitement and arousal, because it was the ultimate show of dominance.

It was so scary and amazing…

“Hey, S’ur’daga” called out one of the guards “Remember that Big Sis wants to inspect them later!”

The other guard wasn’t saying anything. She just watched, while Dar’gon’s friend worshiped her pussy.

He found himself longing to be in his place and the dragoness was quick to notice this.

The dragoness answered with a low and aroused growl. She gave Dar’gon one last, hungry look, before she turned around and sat, with her full weight, on top of Dar’gon’s head.

Dar’gon let out a muffled whine, as her ass pinned his head to the ground and forced his muzzle into her pussy.

“Ahhhhhrrrrrrrrrr…” the dragoness half-exhaled, half-growled “I really needed this…”

She then started grinding her pussy on Dar’gon’s muzzle, and already started leaking copiously.

“GRRRRRRRR… Your head makes a fucking great seat, slut… GRRRRR…” she then growled.

Dar’gon let out a submissive whine again.

“Shut up… GRRRRRR… and put that… GRRRRR… fucking muzzle of yours… GRRRRR… to good use!”

Dar’gon didn’t need to be told twice. He immediately started nuzzling her pussy and her anus, purring even more loudly while the dragoness continued grinding her ass on his head.

She smelled so great. Nowhere near as great as Mahr’daga, but still wonderful nonetheless.

It was such a shame that he was muzzled, or he would bury his tongue in her pussy and give this dragoness a proper worship, like the beautiful goddess that she was.

Still, despite his tongue being out of use and the dragoness grinding against his head with ferocity, Dar’gon did his absolute best, and his best seemed to be more than enough for the dragoness.

“GGGRRRRRR… FUCK!” she half-growled, half-roared “WHAT A… GRRRRRRRRRRR… FUCKING… GRRRRRRRR…”

She never finished that phrase. The dragoness was completely consumed by feral lust, already. It would take Mahr’daga a very long time to get to that point, even with all his tricks.

Dar’gon had half a mind to try to prolong the session, but he had a distinct feeling that this dragoness wouldn’t like it.

His instincts told him that this was the sort of dragoness who liked to orgasm quickly and many, many times. His instincts had yet to fail…

So he did his absolute best to drive this dragoness towards orgasm, purring and nuzzling as hard as he could. This proved to be the right decision, as the dragoness grinded her pussy on his muzzle with even more ferocity, growling, snarling and suppressing roars of pleasure.

Maybe this dragoness was already that turned on, or Dar’gon was THAT good, or both, fact was that, after a short while, the dragoness stopped grinding her pussy against his head and started muzzle-fucking him.

It was pure pain, pain like he hadn’t felt in a long time. This dragoness put every inch of her weight in it, causing each of her strikes to a thousand times more powerful.

She was so turned on that she fucked his muzzle so brutally, and furiously that in just a matter of minutes, Dar’gon’s muzzle felt as if it had endured hours of Mahr’daga’s rough muzzle-runting.

Dar’gon though was used to brutal fucking.

He could endure it and he would endure it. He would also continue nuzzling and purring throughout the entire session.

Compared to his first times, this was manageable!

Already, he found himself getting used to it, going along with the rhythm, adjusting his worshiping to match the dragoness’s movements.

This dragoness may fuck him raw, hard, and brutal, but she was easy to read, easy to figure out. Dar’gon had no problem figuring out all the right movements.

Still, the lack of tongue was frustrating. The fact that his head was also completely covered in the dragoness’s pre-cum only made him want to worship her pussy even more.

And not just that…

Maybe he had spent so much time with Mahr’daga and her pheromones had changed him completely, fact was that he was already leaking copiously through the chastity belt, and she hadn’t been fucking him for long, at all.

The fact that he couldn’t worship the dragoness seemed to make him leak even more.

Maybe it was the dragoness’s pheromones… Mahr’daga had told him that each dragoness’s pheromones worked differently. They were also forcing him to make a lot of frustrated whines and begging sounds, which was music to the dragoness.

But that couldn’t be the only reason…

He had leaked copiously in just a short while during the last times he had worshiped Mahr’daga, but nowhere near something like this…

Well, it didn’t matter. He had a dragoness to worship. And worship he did, brilliantly too, like only he could do.

The dragoness had completely lost control of herself. She couldn’t speak anymore. Not even a growled syllable left her jaws. She just growled, more and more loudly as her movements became faster and more brutal.

As she drove herself closer and closer to orgasm, Dar’gon felt his own pleasure mount really quickly, the chastity belt barely able to restrain it.

He felt it hit a ceiling, only to blaze right through it soon after. Long gone were the days where his pleasure barely moved past the ceiling and had to require a hefty dose of pheromones…

Now, his pleasure skyrocketed immediately, at the bare whiff a S’handagaran dragoness’s pheromones. It was like not wearing a chastity belt at all.

It was much, much worse with Mahr’daga, but this wasn’t easy at all either. He tried to hold it back, but he couldn’t. His pleasure simply wouldn’t hear a word of it.

“MMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The spell kicked in immediately, zapping his crotch to prevent it from reaching climax. However, it was working overtime to prevent him from reaching a climax.

The pain was terrible, but he had grown used to it by now. He could bear it.

“MMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The spell quickly increased by intensity, but Dar’gon felt his own pleasure refusing to back down, fighting against the spell.

The pain was intense, and yet he remained lucid enough to continue worshiping the dragoness without missing a beat.

He whined and cried, both to make the pain more bearable, and to egg the dragoness on even more, to get her to fuck his muzzle even quicker and harder.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Dar’gon felt the spell reach its peak. No, one of the thresholds. Mahr’daga had added several layers of thresholds to the spell and powered each of them up even more, to make extra sure he wouldn’t cum.

However, the first threshold, despite having been increased in power, wasn’t anywhere near enough to hold Dar’gon back.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

He screamed, whined and cried, the pain increasing ever more, but never once he faltered. In fact, his worshiping got better and better instead of getting worse.

It became so good that after a few more moments, the dragoness couldn’t wait any longer and got to the last part: muzzle-runting.

Before Dar’gon had felt pain like he hadn’t felt in a long time, now Dar’gon felt pain like he hadn’t felt since the first time Mahr’daga had muzzle-runted him.

In just a few strikes, every single fiber of his head was on his fire. A few more later, every fiber of his body felt on fire. Every single bone of his skull threatened to crack, then his neck, then every single one of his bones. He had lost feelings in his wings and tail, his senses didn’t work, his brain couldn’t cope with the pain, his lungs were on fire.

However, unlike the first time he had been dominated, he had months of training behind him. He could cope with this and continue his worshiping.

Not that he needed to tap his reserves. His arousal had blown past the belt’s first threshold and was now keeping the pain at relative bay.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The pain was in his groin had grown more intense, but his body didn’t care.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

It seemed determined to cum no matter what.

Besides… this dragoness may not be Mahr’daga, but she was still a strong and powerful dragoness who deserved to be worshiped.

She deserved to be worshiped for runting him so brutally, hurting him so badly, and yet, never going too far to maim him, cripple him or kill him.

She deserved to be worshiped for being so caring about his well-being, despite wanting a quick and brutal domination.

She deserved to be worshiped for runting him so well, for dominating him so well, for fucking him like the good slave that he was and allowing him to put his muzzle to good use.

She deserved to be worshiped. Period. And he would continue to worship her, despite the pain, despite the frustration, despite everything!

Despite the fact that his pleasure had already hit the second threshold of the spell in his chastity belt.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

His whining, his screaming, his worshiping proved to be too much for the dragoness. After just a few moments, after runting his muzzle so hard that Dar’gon’s muzzle almost came off his head, the dragoness came hard on his face.

Her cum exploded from her pussy like an eruption, hitting him straight in the face with the power of several earthquakes.

Her orgasm wasn’t any more powerful than Mahr’daga’s, but Dar’gon couldn’t eat a single drop of it, due to the muzzle.

All he could do was taking it, bearing the full force of it, and continue worshiping the dragoness as she continued muzzle-runting him and cumming on his face.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Her cum smelled wonderful. He wanted to eat it, to drink it, so bad! But he couldn’t. It was so frustrating!

And yet, it was enough for his pleasure to blow past the second threshold and skyrocket even quicker.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Unlike Mahr’daga’s orgasm, which increased in intensity ever so slightly, and not too quickly, this dragoness’s orgasm increased in power and intensity in a matter of moments.

It was still not as powerful as Mahr’daga’s orgasms, but it was getting pretty close now…

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The cum stuck to his head, to his scales, to his eyelids, to his nostrils, prevented him from breathing. Every single air-vent was clogged with cum, his eyes were glued shut, his scales seemed glued to the dragoness’s innards.

He could only scream because of the pain in his groin. He could only beg the dragoness to allow him to breath.

But yet every time he did, the dragoness only cummed even harder and she runted his muzzle a few more times for good measure, to squeeze even more pleasure out of her orgasm.

The pain was horrible, and he felt like he couldn’t hold out much longer. Yet, he didn’t stop. He continued to worship the dragoness perfectly, despite everything, and despite his muzzle preventing him from doing much.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

He could feel himself reaching the third threshold, already. The spell was working really hard at trying to stop him too.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

He was running really low on oxygen now and he could feel tears welling up in his eyes.

If she didn’t finish now… he couldn’t even think about it!

Eventually, though, when Dar’gon felt like his face was about to fall and that he was about to pass out, her orgasm started to lose power, and just a few moments later, the flow of cum came to a sudden stop.

The spell in his chastity belt didn’t stop though. The pleasure didn’t recede at all. Dar’gon also felt the familiar feeling of heat quickly creep past him.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

He reached the third threshold and the spell was working overtime to make sure his pleasure wouldn’t blow past this one too.

The pain was horrifying. The heat in his body, coupled with his enormous frustration only made things even worse.

The dragoness though didn’t move. Even after she had ridden the last waves of pleasure.

She was panting really hard now, it must have been a really powerful orgasm. It took her a while for her breathing to become regular.

“FFFFFRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUHHHHHHHCK!” she roared after a while, struggling to get the words out of her maws.

Only then, she finally started moving. She didn’t get off him. She only moved just enough to free his head and allow him some desperately-needed air.

Still, it took Dar’gon a while to unclog his nostrils from the cum and breathe properly. It took him even longer to unstuck his eyes.

Then he heard roaring to his left.

He turned around, just a tiny bit, and saw that the other two dragonesses had just finished fucking the twins. They had also bound their muzzles together, forcing them to kiss each other.

Their rumps showed many claw marks and were oozing copious amounts of cum from their anuses. Their necks showed many bite marks too.

Both of them had leaked copiously on the dirt and Dar’gon could see the spell on their chastity belts had been activated to prevent them from cumming. They were panting and whining and even crying from the pain.

One of the dragonesses wore a huge strap-on tied to her crotch, while the other wore absolutely nothing at all.

Dar’gon’s brain was addled from the heat, the frustration, the pain, the lack of oxygen, and the brutal fucking, but it didn’t take him long to figure out why.

When that particular dragoness pulled out from the twin she was fucking, making him whine loudly, his suspicions were confirmed when he saw a huge, massive, hard-as-rock cock.

It was huge, far bigger than any wild male dragon had. In fact, it was bigger than many wild male dragon members combined!

It looked more like an actual spear than a cock. It looked like it split a wild dragon in two!

He should have been shocked, but he wasn’t. After all, S’handagaran dragonesses weren’t like wild dragons and their magic was completely different…

In fact, he almost wished that dragoness would come over and give him a taste of it…

“GRRRRR… FUCK! GRRRRRR… ThisSSSSSSSSSss RRRRRone… GRRRRRR… isSSSSSSSsss FUCKING GRRRRRROOOD!” S’ur’daga growled, hissed and slurred loudly “Almost… GRRRRRR… FUCKING CAME… GRRRRRRR… the slut! Three… GRRRRRfrRRRRrucking TIMES!”

“You… GRRRRR… should trRRRRRrrry… these two… GRRRR…” growled the dragoness with the strap-on “They’rrrrRRRRRRRre adorrRRRRRRRRRrable… GRRRRRRR…”

“GRRRRR… This one isn’t half bad either… GRRRRR…” growled one of the guards guarding Big Sis’s tent. She was getting worshiped by his dragon friend!

Dar’gon felt through the heat, pain and frustration, a twinge of happiness wash over him as he heard those words.

His dragon friend truly had come a long way.

“GRRRRR… What… GRRRRRRRRyou say… GRRRRRR… T’hur’daga” said S’ur’daga “RRRRRRRRRRRRound two?”

“RRRRRRRRRRRRound two, T’har’daga?” asked the dragoness called T’hur’daga, to her partner, the dragoness with the massive cock.

She nodded.

And with that, after a nod from the guards, S’ur’daga sat on Dar’gon’s face and started fucking muzzle-fucking him again.

(…)

Second round had lasted even longer than the first. Dar’gon had managed to blow past the third threshold, thanks to the rampant heat in his body and had reached the fourth.

He had also leaked so much pre-cum that a huge pool had collected underneath him and his crotch was really, really badly stained.

And yet, he felt happy…

S’ur’daga had been extremely pleased with his performance. She would have gladly dominated him a third time, if not for the guards who eventually had told them to move along.

She promised though that she would come back for him…

In the minutes that followed, the Dar’gon’s heat had grown worse and worse. It wasn’t extremely painful, but he wanted more!

He started making whiny submissive noises, every time a dragoness came close by. He even wiggled his rump and started making seductive poses to get them interested.

They were only too happy to oblige and dominate him. Soon it was no longer necessary for Dar’gon to entice them…

Some of them went easier, others were rougher. Some bit and scratched, some slapped, some even whipped him. Some had him worship their paws, others their pussies. Some fucked his muzzle “feral-style” while others sat on his face and pounded it.

Overall, though, all of them were very, very happy with him and would have gladly dominated him some more if not for the guards. Some dragonesses even said they wanted to claim him.

“You’re already pretty popular around here” the guard who had been worshiped by his friend had said to Dar’gon at one point.

His friend had taken to worship Dar’gon between worshiping sessions, soliciting even more approvals from passing dragonesses.

The twins had started doing the same as their heat had gotten more and more unbearable. They got their fair share of domination too.

Nobody, meanwhile, had stopped for Mar’gon or any of M’hor’daga’s catches. His mood seemed to be getting worse as he watched Dar’gon getting dominated and worshiped by his friend.

When Dar’gon looked at him one more time, and saw him shooting him a murderous look, he didn’t feel bad. He didn’t even glared back.

He smirked.

He was much better than him, as a slave, as a dragon, in every possible way. He had proved that time and again and Mar’gon couldn’t stomach it.

He was glaring because he was jealous and because he was a bigoted jerk. Always had been. He had also been a low-life bully, towards dragons he didn’t consider “manly enough”, towards him, in the name of “friendship”…

His gloating only seemed to piss Mar’gon off even more, and that, in turn, made Dar’gon gloat even more…

However, hid gloating didn’t last long, because soon after, the tent’s flaps parted and out came Mahr’daga.

She looked very serious.

After appraising all of her slaves, making sure that they were all okay and had reported no injuries, she conjured from nowhere what looked like a purple towel with runes sewn in it.

“Here, let me clean you up real quick…”

She didn’t even ask why Dar’gon and the twins were covered in cum. She just cleaned them up and that was that.

In just a few moments, Dar’gon scales looked relatively clean again, all the cum that had stuck to him had been completely wiped off.

Mahr’daga produced more of those wipes and quickly wiped the twins and his dragon friend too.

As she did, M’hor’daga exited the tent. She didn’t linger though. She want straight for the plaza, to the stockings and didn’t say a word.

When M’hor’daga left, Mahr’daga had just finished wiping the twins and they too looked relatively presentable.

Dar’gon’s heat though was still there, as bad as ever. The chastity belt was still working, trying to prevent him from cumming.

Fortunately for him though, Mahr’daga though wasn’t done yet.

“Here, let me fix that…”

She produced a small syringe with some kind of dark-green liquid and, before Dar’gon could even wonder what it was, she stabbed him with it.

Dar’gon gasped, and before he could process what the dragoness had done, he felt the heat, the arousal and the frustration go down to a much more manageable level. The chastity belt’s spell had even stopped and the pain in his crotch quieted down.

In a matter of moments, Dar’gon was relatively lucid once again.

Without wasting a single moment, Mahr’daga did the same to both twins and his friend too. All of them calmed down immediately.

“Come on, little ones” she whispered “Big Sis is ready to see you”.

And with that, she unchained the dragons and led them inside the tent, ready to be inspected…

TO BE CONTINUED