"Trapped"
Sorry I haven't been posting in a while...no excuse. As for the unfinished stories...two on here I think, I am also sorry for them, as I will ATTEMPT to finish them.
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Be warned, the story below may contain language and situations that some might not find suitable.
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Zack drew a faint breath as the sharp teeth held his neck gently. He knew with any sudden movement, the result wouldn't be so gentle.
"What...what do you...want from me?" He whispered.
The grip on his throat released momentarily only for the voice to reply, "Something from deep inside you."
"What? What is it?" He again whispered.
The mouth around his throat again released, and moved away to reveal a beautiful female dragon face.
His eyes widened.
"The figure that I've been following was a...or at least looked like a human" He cried in his mind.
"Yes, shape shifting can cause misinterpretations." A voice sounded in his head.
He looked up to see the dragoness looking down at him. His eyes fixed on her beautiful, glowing emerald eyes.
He sent a thought...hoping he wasn't right.
"Get...out of my head?" He said in a guessing tone in his mind.
He dragoness didn't even blink, and the same voiced sounded again in his head.
"Make me."
His eyes widened. The dragoness before him was at least ten times his strength and had him pinned to a wall of a deep cave. Despite her extreme feminine figure, and beautiful looks, he knew that the muscles she possessed were extremely dense, making her as strong as any human warrior or athlete. And to make matters worse, she could read minds and shape shift!
He squinted his eyes in sudden anger. Female or not...disadvantage or not, she still wore the symbol of the enemy faction. She even wore the enemy color robe predominantly.
"So here to kill me? Kinda took your time huh?" He finally said aloud.
"Kill you?" She questioned.
"Yea, heh, you took your time." He said angrily.
She shook her head with a slight smile. "Kill you? Did you not hear? I said I need you. Heh, and to lead you to this secluded cave for three hours...killing you wouldn't justify my time spent."
"Oh, it's nice I'm even included in your little game here but, what ever you need, I will not give, so kill me or release me."
"You're gonna make this a whole lot harder if you don't cooperate with me. I'll be gentle." She said softly.
"Enemy of my father, why do you torment me! Kill, or release me!" He shouted and grabbed the staff to his side. He focused his energy to the symbol at the top of the staff, and made it extremely heavy to deal out more damage when hit.
He swung forward, trying to plant a solid blow to her skull with the symbol at the top of his staff, but she simply sidestepped, and Zack found himself trying to pull the staff out from the cave floor he smashed into.
He tried to pull the implanted staff from the ground as she slowly walked up behind him.
She leaned over while standing beside him and whispered, "Hmmm...it's in there pretty deep huh?"
He suddenly turned his head in anger to show his glowing purple eyes.
"Die!" He screamed as he grabbed her throat.
She stumbled back a foot with his hands firmly squeezing her throat, and suddenly lifted up her right leg, and planted it square on his chest. She then kicked the foot with all her strength, causing Zack to hurl backwards into the cave's wall. She then stomped up to the groggy Zack and picked him up by the throat and pinned him once more against the wall.
"Can you not see I am trying to be..."She slammed his body into the wall "Nice here!"
He looked at her groggily and felt his throat close from her grip. His eyes returned to normal as he began to lose vision. He clawed gently at her wrists, pleading with his eyes.
"Stop! Don't!" He shouted in his mind, hoping to get her attention through telepathy.
She squinted her eyes, and set him down on his feet, but still kept a steady hold of his neck.
"Ok, one last time. You live, give me what I NEED, and I leave. We all go home happy." She said through her clenched teeth.
Zack looked up submissively and asked, "What is it that you need from me?"
"I need your aura." She said softly while releasing her grip.
"Yea, problem is, I need it too. You know...to live." He said mockingly.
"No, you need it to live and perform your little magic tricks there. I need it to survive and flourish as a-"
"Animal?" Zack interrupted.
She closed her eyes in anger and spoke more slowly. "I...need...it...too...survive."
She then relaxed some and whispered. "I told you, I'll be nice, as long as you are. I'll leave just enough for you to live...which I shouldn't do, but I'll be nice and let you live with some of your aura remaining."
Zack huffed at the idea. "Heh, yea, and leave me defenseless! This is a war incase you didn't notice. That pretty little necklace you have on is a symbol of your allegiance to MY enemy. Same goes for the rob-"
Zack stopped dead in his sentence. He didn't realize it until now, but she wore no robe. The robbed figure he followed must have just simply been another of her shape sifting tricks. She was actually naked.
He couldn't take his eyes off her beautiful body. True, covered in black scales, but still beautiful.
He stood there and stared at her, but not meeting her gaze.
Realizing this she giggled some. She adored the extra attention from people, even Zack...even if he was the enemy.
"Yoo-hoo, up here." She pointed playfully at her face.
He suddenly blushed, and looked up and looked her in the eye.
He suddenly shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts.
"Uhhh...Like I said, same goes for your..." He drifted off as he again stared at her body.
She let out a loud audible sigh and stepped forward and pinned him again against the wall.
"Oh wow!" He cried.
"What?"
"Behind you! Look!" He shouted.
"Really?" She asked as she turned to look.
As she turned, she let go of his neck.
"Oh my god...she just fell for the oldest trick ever!" He whispered.
When she finally turned around, she found that he had ran down one of the side tunnels of the cave.
She stood there for a second and huffed. Then she sent a trickle of magic to her back to dissipate her wings (because the passage was pretty small).
"Well, it looks like it's hide and seek then." She said playfully, and walked down the narrow tunnel.
Zack ran until his lungs burned. He stopped for a second to gain his breath, and noticed a small indent in the wall to his right. He quickly jumped into it, and began to gather his thoughts.
"Ok...now...situation. Dragon attacking me...strength? No...she's to strong." He panted.
"Magic? No...to close for any effective spells." He sighed.
Suddenly he remembered something he learned about the dragons from one of the city's museums.
He closed his eyes and began thinking. "Ok...dragons...died out during the 3rd age. The Crusades devastated their numbers...but...No! They didn't have any real proof they went extinct. Not to mention dragons of this intellect!"
"And beautiful." Suddenly the image of her flirting with him went thought his mind.
"No! Ugh, I can't even control my thoughts!" His mind cried.
While he was thinking, he didn't even noticed she was standing right beside the little crevice he was in, listening to his thoughts.
"Ok Zack...control your thoughts..." Suddenly his eyes widened.
"Thoughts!" He yelped.
Suddenly a pair of emerald eyes opened up beside him in the small space.
"Hey handsome." She cooed.
Suddenly Zack felt her talon run across his throat gently. Zack immediately lunged backwards, and ducked and ran out the way he came.
She sighed and said, "Well, he's cute and all, but all this cat and mouse stuff is starting to piss me off."
Zack ran out of the cave, and turned to see if she was still following him.
He stood there and caught his breath, and slowly walked backwards. Suddenly something tapped his shoulder. He immediately turned around and caught a blow to the head and fell unconscious.
"Hey...wake up."
"That sounds...familiar..." Zack groaned.
He sat up upon his elbows and opened his eyes to see the same dragoness from which he was running from. He immediately looked down and found himself chained to the floor.
"Great." He grumbled as he looked back up.
He looked around and saw they were in the same cave that she had lead him to in the first place.
"My home." She answered his thoughts.
Zack's eyes darted around, then met her gaze.
"You mean-"
"Yep...you never stood a chance at hiding here...or getting away for that matter." She said while smiling.
She stood back up and arched her back and yawned.
"Well, get some sleep." She said while walking away. "Tomorrow, that which I need most from you will be mine."
Zack watched the female leave into another, more lit chamber, and then drape some massive leaves in the opening to serve as a door for privacy.
Zack shifted his weight and found that he was bound at the ankles by golden chains.
"Sealed with magic no doubt." He muttered.
He leaned over, and found a soft silk pillow left by the dragoness, and laid his head on it, and fell fast asleep.
Zack awoke to the sound of something thrashing around. He looked around the area he was in and saw nothing. Suddenly the thrashing continued and he immediately noticed it was coming from the place the dragoness bedded down.
"Hope she's getting strangled or something." He muttered as he laid back down.
Trying to get sleep was hard. For a full hour the thrashing would start, only to stop, then start up again.
"What the hell?!" He half yelled, half whispered as he sat up.
"Even prisoners get better sleep than this!" He muttered as he grasped the chains at his ankles.
He muttered a few words, and to his surprise the binds around his ankles popped open.
"No magic?" He said surprised.
He got up, and immediately the thrashing continued, but this time with a pained moan. He walked over to the leaves, and peered through one of the cracks between the leaves and saw darkness.
Donning his hood to make him blend in with the darkness as much as possible, he quickly glided inside. He would have simply left, but the dragon had his staff, something he needed for a quick teleportation out of there.
His eyes were quick to adjust as he glided around the massive bed frame in the room, and found his staff. Upon picking it up, he again heard the moan, and quickly looked in the direction of the dragon. He looked in awe as the beautiful dragoness tumbled about in her bed, moaning, and huffing with annoyance.
"Bad dream?" He thought.
Suddenly he saw her Emerald eyes open up in the darkness, shining almost like fireflies in the room.
She looked strait at him and asked in a whimpered tone, "How...how did you get out?"
Seeing as how she knew he was out, and he could escape by teleportation now that he had his staff, he felt it no danger to answer.
"You didn't bind your chains with magic...little tip, catch me again, you should probably do that."
She huffed, but didn't move.
"What's wrong?" He asked almost angry.
Truth was, he was wondering, but he was also eager to leave, so he really didn't care at the same time.
"Heat." She replied whispering.
He thought this over for a second. "Heat?" He thought. "It's not hot in here. In fact, it's a little cold."
Reading his thoughts she spoke, "Not heat-heat, sexual heat."
Zack felt himself blush under his hood. "Sssexual hhheat?" He stuttered.
"Yea..." She said with a sexual huff.
She leaned back and snapped her fingers, and immediately the entire area was again illuminated with torch posts along the walls. In the light, he could clearly see her pained face and all the fluids gushing from her swollen sex. But also in the light, his erection was also very evident.
Leaning back fully, and spreading her legs she whispered, "Come and get me pet."
Zack stood there dumbfounded. He defiantly didn't expect THIS to occur.
"What are you waiting for?" She moaned in a restless way. "C'mon...help me."
But Zack stood firm. He didn't move, his mind still clouded in confusion.
Finally he spoke. "Fine, but my way. I'm no pet, so don't address me as one, and as soon as I'm done, I am OUT OF HERE. Understand?
She quickly nodded her head.
Zack moved to the foot of the bed, and climbed on, but didn't straddle her.
"Name please?" He said while crossing his legs.
"Sophie." She said, confused that he didn't lay on her.
"Are you..." She started to say.
"Told you, I'm doing this MY way."
Suddenly blue liquid looking tendrils came from under the bed, ceiling and walls of the cave. The tendrils were only as thick as a vine, but the length was certainly long, but undetermined. The tendrils looked like they were miniature rivers that have been somehow lifted and rounded off, making a smooth, thin blue watery tentacle.
She gasped as eight of these tentacles darted and bound themselves around her ankles and wrists two at a time. Then the tentacles moved her arms behind her, meeting another tentacle to wrap around her folded arms.
She gasped as two tendrils seemed to swell and nudge gently at her sex, paying special attention to her sensitive clit, and making sure to only prod her, never penetrating her like she so desperately wanted. She shuffled up some as she felt a tentacle corkscrew up her elegant tail, then another one push it's head against her tail hole.
More tentacles raced at her with lightning speed, one rushing up her back to sit her up, two to wrap around each of her beautiful breasts, and two more to play with her erect nipples.
Her eyes screwed shut as she felt the tentacles around her breasts, tail and back begin to massage her. But the feeling of just a simple massage quickly became a lunge of pure lust as the tentacles around her nipples opened up and began sucking on her wonderful mounds, being sure to be extra soft. Her eyes shot open to the sensation of being sucked and massaged at the same time, moaning with more lust as he began to buck her hips to the tentacles playing with her extremely wet sex.
She looked in his direction, seeing him sitting there calmly, eyes shut like he was concentrating.
"Please, fuck me, more, more!" She moaned as she begged to be rutted in every hole she could.
Suddenly the tentacles at her swelling vagina obeyed, one pushing in lightly, before beginning to thrust in and out of her. The other tentacle that was playing with her clit opened up just like the ones sucking on her nipples, and sucked in rhythm to the wonderful rutting she was receiving.
The tentacle prodding her tail hole also obeyed her lust for sex. It too progressed into her, squirting vast quantities of blueish goo that served better than any sex lubricant she had ever used. The tentacle in her pussy was now secreting the same blueish goo, making her writhe in pleasure as she was double penetrated.
She bucked with all her might, loving every bit of her "rape" by these wonderful tentacles, spawned by this wonderful human.
"Love me! Love me more!" She cried, bucking more and more.
Suddenly in the midst of being fucked and sucked extremely fast, she felt it. Her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. She moaned as the tentacles politely stopped, allowing her to bask in her glow of pleasure. She wavered, almost tipping over, but the tentacles around her arms, and the one on her back kept her still sitting up on her knees. She moved slightly to some pressure she felt in her nipples, and that's when it happened. The howled in orgasmic pleasure as she gushed out, submitting to the tentacles sucking her. Her milk flowed in the clear blue tentacles, until she saw a separate tentacle branch off from each one sucking her nipples.
The branched off tentacles came around, and aimed themselves at her flowing pussy and leaking anus. She then felt the hot milk splash over her ass and sex, then felt the tentacles rubbing it all over her holes.
She gasped, "Yes, use it! Use my juices for lube!"
It took a full three minutes for her breasts to stop gushing out, at which time the branched off tendrils returned to the original tentacle, and she again found herself bucking at her bed sheets as she was now fucked with renewed energy.
She bucked harder and harder, until she felt it. The tentacle in her pussy was now at her cervix, pushing for entrance. The thrusting sent a tickle of pain, but was otherwise surrounded by immense pleasure.
"Impregnate me!" She screamed.
The tentacles showed now laziness in speeding towards her. Five more watery tentacles flew in her sex as she gave into them pushing into her womb. She grunted, eyes rolling in the back of her head as she felt them all climax, spilling into her sacred, private area of her body. She grunted again as the tentacle in her ass gave up it's cum too, filling her until it spilled out and around the tentacle.
She opened her glazed eyes to see a tentacle withdrawing from her pleasantly used sex, slowly hovering near her face. She gave the beautiful lover a lick, and it again climaxed over her face. Luckily she closed her eyes quick enough, and received most of it's loving juices in her mouth.
The tentacles gave one last thrust, pushing her into another climax as she fell to her side, laying in her bed, surrounded by her own cum and the tentacle's juices.
Suddenly she felt the bed shift, and saw Zack had gotten up. She stared at him as he grabbed his staff, and the tentacles withdrew slowly from her orgasmic form.
"No...don't go." She pleaded with her mind, but no words came out.
The tentacles withdrew completely, evaporating in the air as he drew a circle on the floor with the end of his staff.
"Didn't...didn't you...want...some?" She said for lack of a better term.
He looked into her lustful eyes and replied, "I truly believe in selfless acts...despite being your prisoner, I felt...feeling for you, and so seeing you satisfied is all I need. But no, I don't need sex, I did feel some of what just happened...but not much."
Then with a flash of light, he was gone.
She lay there for a full hour before she knew her body was again suited for moving. She loved the warmth flowing through her as she felt the tentacles slime ooze in her womb. She looked down and saw a slight bulge in her stomach, like she was at least five to six months pregnant.
She softly rubbed her stomach, knowing somehow that this wasn't enough. She needed more, and if this DID impregnate her, it certainly didn't satisfy her completely. She got up and swayed slightly and walked to the entrance of her home, looking at the morning sun, just appearing over the horizon.
She giggled to herself. "I've just been literally fucked all night."
She yawned and packed a bag once back inside. She again appeared back outside, and pushed a heavy boulder in front of her cave, serving as a door. She then etched a message in the boulder to serve as a message.
She would find her lover, even if she died, or in more likely case, gave birth while searching, she would find him. She wanted him..she wanted him so, so badly, that wonderful night she shared with him marking a deep passion for him.
"Oh...don't worry if you didn't feel much pleasure Zack...because when I find you...I will repay you for your..." She looked down to see some fluids leaking from her sex. "Kindness..."
She spread her wings and in one powerful gust, she was airborne, looking for her lover in some of the near-by cities, hoping he'd only teleported a short distance.
The etching on the boulder stated: Gone Hunting