The dragon and the heiress
Disclaimers:
Mild-rape, violence, lesbian themed, no beta
Characters:
Unicorn heiress, Draconian female, Were-beasts
The draconian female struggled against the thick leather ropes tied around her wrists and ankles that kept her prisoner against a large tree. The ropes suspended her a few inches above the ground making her efforts futile. She could hear the mocking laughter that would come soon after she would stop trashing.
Wondering through a remote and dark region of the grave forests had landed her in this predicament. She had unwillingly crossed paths with a pack of were-beasts. She did not have time to react. They had pounced her, beaten her around, stripped off her tunic and tied her to a tree. She knew by their savage nature what they intended to do. They were large in comparison to their counter-parts, the wild wolves of the forests, standing nearly two feet taller than her.
She could smell the musky pervasive scent that surrounded her and see the silhouettes of these hulking monsters as they padded about. "So what is this? A male or female draconian?" A crude voice asked. Like all reptilians, draconians would often appear androgynous to other species where genders were more pronounced. "Well I guess we can find out." Another suggested. One of the were-beasts began stroking his member flamboyantly. Then a large hairy hand ran down her abdomen and slide between her slit which was barely noticeable. She shrieked helplessly as she felt fingers prying her slit open. "Mmmm..." I can't wait to taste the blood!"
Just as she was certain of her fate, came the sounds of drums, pounding into the earth, creating small tremors as they approached. The were-beasts halted their assault and turned to look in the direction the sounds had come from. It was now silent, only the rustling of trees could be heard as the wind passed over them and then she could see it....the dark figure of a horse. A horse? She thought. No, that can't be it. The were-beasts began growling, they were picking up a foreign scent.
The figure approached calmly towards where she was and the were-beasts barked and growled to make it go away, but it would not. "Stop now or get mauled!" One of the were-beasts howled.
Now the draconian female could see the figure clearly in the moonlight. A unicorn...but not like one she would have imagined. This unicorn brandished two curved ebony horns along its snout. Between strands of silver hair she could see two pale, violet eyes staring straight at her. She cringed reluctantly in her binds, she could immediately sense this creature had not come to her aid.
The were-beasts continued their growling and the unicorn laughed softly in return. The unicorn was clearly female, her large breasts were easily recognizable, even to the draconian. She wore very elegant clothing, a maroon vest that contrasted the white fur over most of her visible body, a long flowing skirt and a black cloak strapped over her shoulders. Her stature easily matched the were-beasts.
"Let's see.." The unicorn began. "One of me, four of you and still no attempt on my life? I am surprised." She giggled manically which clearly irritated the were-beasts. One of them could no longer hold back and charged at the unicorn, flaring his vicious teeth at her flesh. Then they all heard a squealing yelp. A flash in the darkness could be seen. And the unicorn stood tall, holding up a silver sword before her, coated in the blood of its recent victim. "My-my...I did not want to get this dirty, but I can finish cleaning it when I get back home." A deceiving smile emerged on her face. The were-beasts looked confusingly at each other, unsure of what to do next. "If you do not wish to be dismembered tonight, I suggest you leave now, run as far as you can, or I will follow you and add your remains to this pile. In her right hand she lifted the head of the were-beast that had charged her.
One by one, the were-beasts dashed into the depths of the forest, never to be seen again.
The unicorn laughed again. "Well I am a bit disappointed." She then turned to look at the draconian, still tied to the tree and who had witnessed the entire spectacle. "I am Nelleke heiress of the North Storm Queendom in the White-Ash Mountains, it's unfortunate we don't take kindly to draconians either. You see they are considered to be rather primitive and stupid, but I could make an exception." She smiled at the draconian female.
The draconian wasn't sure how to react, but at least now she had an opportunity to be set free, and so she would play along. "I am Noam."
Nelleke nodded, I am aware you draconians use two names, one which is forbidden to say by non-kin, but tell me what is yours?"
The draconian felt her insides churn. Why was this heiress so curious about her? She knew it was not draconian custom to ask, but this was a unicorn and she did not know better. "Alaghom."
"In the Northern Storm Queendom we keep your kind as pets, and we do no refer to them with any names." The draconian felt uneasy. "But lucky for you, you are not living there, eh?" She laughed again. The draconian had become impatient. "Can you please release me of these ropes?"
Nelleke's smile faded and her eyes became stern. "No." The simple reply had stunned Noam. The Unicorn pressed her massive body against the lithe reptilian. Her ample breasts were pushed against Noam's face. The feeling was amazing, yet powerful. Noam gasped suddenly as she felt a gloved hand roaming in her nether region. "S-sstop." Nelleke did not say anything. With two thick fingers she began pushing the draconian's slit apart and slowly inserted them to the knuckle. The draconian gasped, making it evident of the erotic sensation she was feeling. In and out Nelleke's fingers moved, using her innate strength to push the draconian's entire body. Noam's tail began to trash wildly as she felt the sensations becoming stronger.
Nelleke kneeled infront of the helpless draconian and rubbed her muzzle around her wet slit. "Such a wonderful taste."
"SSssssssssss-ahhhh" The draconian hissed. Nelleke's long and powerful tongue probed deeper and licked up the sweet juices. A stray finger began to probe again into her slit and this time she began making quick, sharp thrusts with two fingers. The draconian trembled violently, her head turned up to the sky as her breathing became more rapid. Nelleke's free hand grasped at the draconian's taut rump and slithered a single finger into her anus.
The sensations had become too powerful. She could think of nothing, but the feelings of euphoria. Despite the darkness that encompassed them both, Noam closed her eyes and saw an array of colors matching the intensity of pleasure that barraged her.
Nelleke focused her tongue action on the draconian's clitoris. Immediately she saw the way Noam would squirm, so she licked hard and fast, making the swollen little nub of flesh prone to the slightest touch.
The draconian screamed, her climax was on the edge, and she could feel herself losing all attempts to control herself. Finally she let it all go. Her legs quivered involuntarily and she could hear herself moan in the deepest pleasure.
Nelleke's licked the juices around her lips and removed her fingers from the draconian's orifices. She stood up and grinned. "Well perhaps you would make a fine pet after all."
---to be continued---?