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“Osran.” The name was spoken from soft supple lips, Lara’s smile curling sensuously as the dragon shuddered under the feel of her body on his stomach. His Mistress spoke his name as a command and unseen leash that kept him from fighting back.

The dragon was large enough he could have easily struck her and knocked her out, his paws broad enough that he could have pinned her without even thinking about it, but no matter how the back of his mind tried he remained in place. Osran had never known anything but this life, one of servitude and obedience to his mistress. He had been bred and raised for it, his specifications had been detailed by his buyer. Lara had wanted a dragon, an exotic creation for the pet trade that was designed to pleasure her with more depth and desire than a normal partner would. His mind had been conditioned and honed, twisted up to the point that the drake could no more disobey than he could hurt her. The human woman’s nude body kept him submissive, pliable, obedient to her every command even as she rode his length with a rippling caress of her body.

He knew no other life than the one here. He knew every nuance of her body and her tone of voice, having been raised beneath her command from the time he had been able to understand words. The genetic company that had created him had made him had robbed him of a normal childhood, he had grown rapidly from the time of his hatching. He had no rights under the law, he had no bodily autonomy. He could be put down if his Mistress so willed it, which helped keep him obedient to her every whim in the hopes that she would take pity on him.

He was never allowed on top, never allowed to be anything more than her toy, one that was created to answer her desires. His body was flush with white hot desire for her, he had no control over her, the sight of her nude body robbed him of any attempt to disobey her. The tightness of her body wrapped around his cock, plunging the tip deep into her own body caused him to arch up wards in reaction. He could do that much, he was able to move in small twinges as the blunt head of his cock bulge her stomach open wide and her hands pushed down against his forepaws. She was breathing out softly, lips parted slightly as her eyes lost all focus in that moment of pleasure. The small twinges made him twist and wriggle in place, breathing out a groan before arching his back upwards again.

Now, in this moment, he felt nothing more than anticipation and sexual desire that overrode his current thoughts and pushed everything into the back of his mind. Her fingers flexed down as he pushed his knot upwards, the sinking press forced his way into her passage. His muzzled parted as he began to pant, his training taking over as he kept his movements timed with her own, working his knot up against her lips and splaying them wider at the apex of each rolling push sank him in deeper. The precum spilled out with a rush that ran down along the line of his vent, his jaws spread open wide while he let out a short groan. No matter what his mind felt about his captivity, his body was enjoying the sensation of the warm sleek body caressing through his passage.

The precum was hot, streaming out with a hot gooey drool building up to squelch deeper into her as she forced the knot into her body with a lewd noise. Her back arched and she let out a throaty moan, the sound rang in his ears while he gaped his jaws open wider, panting out in a ragged burst as his tongue lolled out from his spread jaws. He was lost in the sensation of the shaft pushing in deeper, the movements growing faster, ragged and demanding. The ridges were sliding through the narrow passage, stimulating her while his Mistress squeezed her legs down to either side. The tight hold refused to release him as the knot pumped downwards and then pulled back upwards, churning the fluids together messily.

The dragon gave his head a wild shake, his chest rising and falling, every part of his body seizing up as his Mistress dropped the weight down again and sank herself down all the way to his base. His knot sank home, stretching her outer lips wide, stretching her to the point that she couldn’t take any more, he could feel the way the narrow passage was working against him. She was digging his ridges into her body before she cried out, the high pitched sound and then she lifted up again and pulled the knot free. She was working to stretch herself over him, each movement expertly designed to keep herself on edge as she teased and caressed her body over his scales.

Her walls were perfectly trained for him, the internal walls were clutching, holding him and tightening down, the rhythmic squeezes began to grow more demanding. He didn’t know how to do anything more than give her what she desired, feeling her walls swallowing over his knot, the powerful muscles clutched down around him and squeezed. The suckling movements pulled around him, drawing him in deeper as his knot began to swell open wider. The movements were wild, bucking down against him with short rolls, the warm smooth skin rubbed against him as he shuddered. The need rushing up through his lower belly, surging higher, consuming his thoughts, making it harder to think about what was happening. His eyes narrowed down to slits while he gave another wild thrust, his need tempered by the knowledge he wouldn't be allowed to cum until she let him.

Lara moved her hands down and pressed right against the curve of the chest, the fingers spread open wide to brace herself as she pushed down, forcing the swelling knot into her narrow passage. Her eyes slid all the way shut as she gave herself over to her pleasure. He felt it in the way that she held him and the pulsing contractions that worked over his knot, his girth twitching and lifting upwards. The little quivering twitches sent waves of heat up into the passage as he began to grow heavier and wider. His knot blossomed open wide to lock inside of the clutching cunny, her fingers dug down roughly against him as she rode out her pleasure. The rush of his seed flushed into her passage as she gave her hips small twitches downwards, deliberately stimulating herself with his knot.

Osran let out a ragged snarl of pleasure, his body shuddering in place, shaking a little bit in place while he gave a series of little rocking twists and bumps upwards. The pleasure made him feel light headed, his breathing shallow and trembling as he did as he was supposed to. He darted his head forward and twisted his long textured tongue out to caress the bare perked breasts. He lightly darted the tip of his tongue out against the length of the nipple, snapping against it so that another small orgasm hit his Mistress. Her body squirmed in place, the small movements only adding to that rush of pleasure as he let out a groaning noise before rasping his tongue upon her nipple again. He kept her stimulated until she began to relax, the shaking nude body resting against his chest and stomach.

It took time for him to relax and soften inside of her; it took even longer for him to clean her of his seed before she was satisfied enough to leave him to his shame. From the moment of his orgasm to the time he had finally cleaned her, Osran felt the shame rising in his gullet until he was nearly drowning in it. Every time she came to him he swore he would resist her. He often had entire conversations in his mind where he stood again her, refusing to allow her to order him to service her, that he would stand against her and demand his freedom. The conversations were only flights of fancy, brief moments where he was greater than what he actually was, something with a will strong enough to overcome her influence.

He hated and loved those fantasies, because they showed him another way where he could be something other than an object. The dragon often wondered if those day dreams were an affectation that had been given to him by his creators to have an outlet for his frustrations. They didn’t give him peace, and now he was left feeling filthy as rolled over onto his stomach and crouched down low to the ground. The edge of left over pleasure only drilled home how he had been taken once again. His nostrils flared delicately, drawing in a deep breath while Lara began to put herself together. Her elegant features going cold and remote from their earlier passion as she put herself together without any affection for him.

“You are getting lazy, Osran.” Lara said as she picked up her robe from the where it had been folded on the table, the one piece of furniture in his room. “I expect you to put more effort in your performances in the future.”

“My apologies, Mistress.” He murmured, his golden eyes fixated on her as she loosely covered her naked body.

She was glorious looking to his eyes, but she was perfect in the way any piece of art was perfect. He knew she was older, but it didn’t show in the elegant lines of her body and the ripe curves that should have belonged to a younger woman. Her hair was mussed, the strands fell along her eyes before she began to draw it back to reveal the high cheek bones and the plush sweet lips that were pursed in disapproval. Her eyes were cold pale blue, following his every movement as he shrank back as far as he could go onto the cold hard ground, his haunches nearly pressing against the corner. She couldn’t hurt him, she wouldn’t hurt him, he was too valuable, but she had other ways to make sure he would obey her.

“I think you are nearly ready for new conditioning.” She commented and carefully closed her robe, tying it off as she tipped her head to one side. “When was the last time I had you conditioned?”

“Six months ago, Mistress.” He answered, the fear nearly choking the words as he turned his eyes to one side of her.

Conditioning. When the company that had created him would transport him to one of their secure locations and begin to carefully strip away any hint of disobedience left in him. It would be days of careful examination of his natural urges followed by weeks of increasing his desire to please and submit to his owner. His lusts would be honed and enhanced until there was no glimpse of shame or anger that could be found. They were the only ones that knew how to break down his mind to such a receptive state, but that was why Lara paid them a fortune simply to keep his training up to par. He normally went once a year, but in the last few years it had become more frequent, sometimes as often asvery other month.

“Then you are due.” She frowned, her brows furrowing slightly. “Go to sleep, tomorrow you will remain in your room until I’ve contacted Atlantis.”

“Of course, Ma’am.” Osran answered and tipped his head down obediently, keeping his eyes fixed on the ground as she passed by him.

He watched her go, leaving him behind in the broad empty room. The hatred and disgust at how he had acted surged up in his chest, closing down around him like a steel trap. He didn't even know how many years he had been trapped here, servicing his mistress as if he were an inanimate object that could be commanded at will. Each time he returned to the company to be programmed he felt himself losing more and more of who and what he was. Eventually he would be dead inside, he wouldn't think or question what orders he was given, he would be the creation that she craved, becoming nothing more than a blank eyed dragon to obey her every whim.

He couldn’t take this any longer, he refused to live his life in control of a woman who demeaned him as little more than a toy for her pleasure. He had a mind, a personality, and desires. He was a thinking creature that deserved so much more than a life of slavery in the grasp of the humans. He refused to allow himself to fade away in these halls until he was replaced or sold. There had already been precedence for his kind to be sold when they were no longer useful. There was a booming business of trade and sales in the underbelly of the world and he was considered valuable since he was a custom order. He knew that Lara would eventually tire of him, it was only a matter of time, and he wouldn’t just let himself be dismissed. He would do what he must to survive.

Osran growled low in his throat as stood up and paced the small room carefully, his claws clicking on the ground as he looked over the blank windowless walls. The only thing that decorated them were a set of chains that could be used to restrain him at need. He had nothing here holding him to his place. Lara had no love for him, he had no love for her, it was only conditioning that kept him in place. And that wasn't enough. Not any more. She would send him back to Atlantica Inc and he would be stripped down again, he couldn't bear it. He wouldn't tolerate it. He was going to escape, he had to escape. There had to be another way, a better away. He growled under his breath and hunched his shoulders slightly, his sides rising and falling lightly.

I know I can escape. Once I am away from here, I'll be away from her and then I can finally have a life of my own. He thought with a nervous twist of his gut. I am not a toy. I am Osran. I am a person. Even if I am not a person like she is.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Osran swallowed a sick feeling of fear and dread as he padded through the open rooms of the house, his paws as soft as he could make them on the ground as he tried not to arouse anyone's suspicion as he passed along the darkened passage that led towards the back garden. He was allowed in the back garden, it was one of the few places that he was able to stretch his wings out in and not feel confined by the small insides of the house. They had designed him well, after all, and his wings hadn't been made to actually lift him from the ground. They were supposed to be cosmetic, a creation that gave him the appearance of the dragons of myth and legend. They felt safe giving him this much freedom without resorting to the heavy iron collar that was ridged with electrically controlled shocks that could be used to restrain him when he left the estate.

Lara was busy, she had been completing a business deal that took up the bulk of her time, which meant she had yet to send him back to his home company. He had been left to linger in his windowless room and his need to leave had grown with each passing day. He had become furious at his incarceration, the way that he was treated, the very idea that he could be ordered around as if he were little more than a dog. The seed of rebellion had blossomed until he had been choking on it and made his choice. He wasn't going to let his mind be reconditioned again, he wasn't going to live in a windowless room as little more than a wealthy woman's sex toy.

He twitched his tail tip back and forth as he carefully nudged the door open, letting it slide open with a careful nudge of his nose. He had already snapped the wire that rigged it to the alarm system, there would be no one to stop him. The cool air filled his nose with the scent of the garden, the night blooming flower and the heavy dew were intoxicating as he stepped out onto the thick grass. He flicked his short wings out and tipped his head back towards the star cast sky and let out a shaky breath. The air felt so good on his scales, the night seemed to be ripe with possibilities as he let out a thrumming purr of anticipation before turning his eyes towards the smooth carved wall.

He couldn’t fly, no, but he could glide if he had enough height and he could even gain a bit of air if he furiously beat his wings. He swung his eyes away from the walls and set his paws onto the broad twisted oak that took up the bulk of the garden. It was filled with twisted branches that were wide enough to bear his weight as he clambered upwards. He used his tail as an anchor to keep him braced as he began to shake the further away from the ground he went, the more he felt the terror rising. The part of his mind that had been exquisitely trained by his owner was screaming for him to return to the house. He wasn’t supposed to be out without permission, he wasn’t allowed to climb the tree, he was supposed to be sleeping in the room adjacent to his Mistress where he could easily be summoned.

He got well past the halfway more before Osran froze and trembled in place, his head tipped down as he gaped his jaws open wide and took a shaking breath. His nostrils tasted the sweet air of the outside world, but he wasn’t enjoying the scent, he fought the urge to bolt back into the house. He closed his eyes and could almost hear Lara's voice commanding him to turn back and go back to his room where he belonged. He could even hear the tone of her voice, the anger and coldness that came when he disappointed her. It was strong enough that he dug his claws into the thick oak bark and tucked his head down, breathing out in short shallow bursts.

He should go back to his room and pray she never learned about how closely he had come to escaping. He should be ready for her pleasure, he should be eager that she visit him again. Why was he outside? Why was he up a tree he knew he should have never climbed? She would see the claw marks and know that he'd disobeyed her. The terror crested, growing worse by the moment, choking him until he was letting out guttural noises from low in his throat and tipped his head down. His claws sank past the bark and into the wood, the urge to bolt back into the house growing worse by the moment, making him feel nearly sick until the drake shuddered and began to push down the terror.

“No..” He whispered to himself and lifted his head again, his eyes looking at the wall beyond him. “Not again.”

He drew in another breath and hauled himself further into the tree, refusing to give into the conditioned urge to return back to the house. He wasn't going to let himself remain in her servitude any longer, he was going to run and find a new way. He didn't know what was beyond the walls of the estate, but anything was better than losing himself slowly here. He drew in a deep breath and hauled himself up onto the largest branch he could find at the height he needed. The tree shook, leaves fell and rattled while he splayed his wings open wide, feeling the air beneath them as he padded towards the wall, letting his tail slide free from the trunk.

The stars were bright over head as he crouched and bunched up his muscles as he moved out from beneath the thick leaves and let out a breath. With a lash of his tail he let himself go, leaping up into the air and snapping his short broad wings down, cupping the air beneath them. For a brief moment in time he was held in the air, the wind letting him glide across from the tree before he began to beat his wings. They weren't large enough to allow him to surge up into the air properly, instead he managed to gain a few more feet that brought him towards the wall. He swung his legs out wildly, scrabbling and hooking against stone before his haunches dropped down along the smooth wall.

Osran flailed around wildly, hauling himself up and pushing his chest upwards as he rasped his hind paws against the wall, trying to find purchase. His wings flailed, beating in the air before he dragged himself upwards. It wasn't graceful, but he twisted and writhed until he could get his hind paws up onto the edge of the wall before managing to get his entire body on the narrow ledge. He panted shallowly, shaking as he kept his wings open and looked out at the open land just beyond the wall and the distant sound of the highway. The wall was only twelve feet high, easy enough for him glide off easily enough. He'd done it, he'd actually done it.

“I'm never going back.” He murmured softly and watched the flash of headlights in the distance, cars heading into the city before the early morning rush.

It was the same air he had been breathing in the tree, but it was suddenly sweeter and more intoxicating. He tipped his head back and reared onto his hind legs to savor it. A low thrum began to vibrate his throat, rumbling in a warm vibration of pleasure before he looked down at the manicured lawn beneath him. A short glide and then he could run towards the woods, from the woods he could travel towards the distant shore and warehouses that were large enough that he could hide in without fear of being found. He had done it. He was free. He was finally free.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Vivian knew Lara Franklin by reputation, everyone at Atlantis Inc knew the woman by reputation. The woman ran a company that spanned seventeen countries and a multi-billion dollar revenue that made her one of the most successful women in America. She was brilliant. Her rise to CEO had been something of a rag to riches story, but that wasn’t why she was renowned by her company. She was renowned due to the high volume orders she placed with intricately designed creations for use in her company. She dimly knew that they had something to do with security, certainly she knew that the dog-like creations that they put out for her were cunningly designed to carry out their tasks flawlessly.

Franklin Security was a company that the wealthy used exclusively. They were well trained, back ground checked and had a reputation of not asking too many questions from their clients. They were mostly ex-military with a spattering of former police officers and even a few mercenaries, at least, that’s what had been told to Vivian when she’d asked after the company. The firm had enough people in their employee that they could have had a small army at their command with ease, which meant most people treated the CEO with courtesy and respect. Given the fact that she employed modified canines that boasted jaws that could break the thigh bones of a man, no one felt comfortable about meeting her one on one. Her reputation has a ruthlessness that made even the most hardened man uneasy. She put to lie the idea that females were of a more gentle gender.

Vivian had known all of this when she’d been pulled out of her office and told that there had been a breach of conditioning and one of their creations had escaped Lara’s hold. The entire office had been abuzz with the knowledge that a highly trained creation had managed to break free of the psychological conditioning to the point that they had escaped. It was bad for business, it was bad for trust in their name, and it was potentially disastrous if the animal managed to hurt or kill an innocent person while on the loose. Genetically engineered animals didn’t have a fear of humans to temper their responses and predators were dangerous as a whole. That one had escaped such an illustrious clients hand meant that it was all hands on deck at Atlantis Inc, but it was only Vivian that had been summoned to meet with the CEO.

And the hell if I know why. No one else was invited, she wanted on the of the behavioral team and that was all. _ She thought with an edge of confusion, doing her best to meet the gaze of the woman in front of her. _She could have the entire company out looking for the beast.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Franklin.” Vivian offered, meeting the cold blue eyes that fixed her with an impartial gaze. “I am truly sorry that we must meet under such circumstances.”

“I had more faith in your company.” Lara spoke with a clear crisp accent. “The escape is unprecedented, and I expect your help in regaining control of my property.”

“We will be happy to do whatever we can to help you.” Vivian answered and gave a little dip forward of her head. “Was it one of the shepherd group? I was reviewing their files before coming here and I believe they were the only ones that were resistant to-“

“It was Osran.” Lara spoke the name flatly, there wasn’t even a hint of emotion on her face as she stated it. “He escaped my home last night and my men have been unable to locate him.”

“Osran…” Vivian tensed up at the name, unable to keep the surprise out of her voice, but that surprise was rewarded with a narrowing of the other woman’s eyes. “I.. I had thought he was conditioned perfectly?”

“Obviously not.” The words were cold, not quite accusatory, but Vivian stiffened and swallowed the urge to say more.

She knew Osran. He had to have been at least twelve years old, something of an urban legend in the development department since he had been created using all new methods to match what it was Lara had wanted out of her personal pet. He hadn’t been meant to be a public pet, or a security agent, he had been created for her pleasure. It wasn’t that odd, many people preferred to engineer their own sex toys that were living, breathing and able to satiate certain desires, but this woman had wanted more. She had created something large and showy, patterning him after her own ancestral coat of arms as a bit of conceit. They had designed him from the ground up without any help from a living animal to tweak as they had met her specifications. A dragon. He was a living breathing dragon, the only one of his kind in existence and had been used as this woman’s personal toy for well over a decade of his life.

Vivian suddenly knew why she had been tagged from the department to come here and face one of the most powerful women in the country. Osran could do more damage to the city at large than any other creation that her company had made. He was the size of a large draft horse with enough strength and power to easily overcome someone who tried to take him by force. He was scaled, which meant that darting him would be damn near hopeless if they wanted to try and take him quietly. And Lara Franklin would want him taken quietly, she wouldn’t want to advertise that she took pleasure in a creature so bestial as the dragon. If she recalled correctly, the animal was even on all four legs instead of the more standard two legs. The world might accept genetically altered pleasure slaves, but they were all somewhat human, Osran was not.

“I see.” Vivian said after a moment and swallowed. “You wanted Atlantis to provide you with bait, yes?”

“Yes.” Lara leaned back in his chair. “Osran has been conditioned to respond to certain triggers with a submissive nature. My own men will oversee taking him down, but I require someone that is able to get close enough to him that they can move in.”

“We can provide a team as well.” Vivian recalled her supervisor’s command to try and bring their own people into it. “We have retrieved others from situations.”

“And every news van in the country will find out about it. I’ve seen what happened in the past, San Francisco was in the news for a month when that equine broke training.” Lara tapped a well manicured nail against the top of her desk. “This will be done quietly and quickly. My men know the stakes and the news won’t find it odd that they are in the warehouse district.”

She winced at the mention of San Francisco. There was no denying that seeing vans with their logo and men with tranq guns tended to get a rise from the news as well as those who deemed their work immoral. She could only imagine the reaction of the press to someone like Lara Franklin being outed as a lover of the perverse. No, there was no doubt in her mind that the woman was going to keep things as quiet as possible rather than have it turn into a three ring circus.

“Is his tracker working?” Vivian reached into her pocket to pull out her tablet. “He should have been fitted with one.”

“He’s taken it out.” The answer was in that same cold voice. “We’ve narrowed it down to the warehouse district near the docks, but I refuse to have this turned into a production. With you with the men you will be able to lure him quietly and quickly.”

Vivian fought to keep the surprise from her face at hearing the tracker had been removed. Every one of their creations was tagged with a chip to keep tabs on them in case something happened, as well as serving as identification and ownership. She’d never heard of one removing the tag or even knowing it was there, it wasn’t something that was scanned often enough that they should have been able to retain that data.

“We will get him back.” She promised fervently. “I will start immediately, with his conditioning, he should be all but helpless on the streets.”

Helpless. We wouldn’t have been called if she hadn’t failed on finding him on her own. Which means he has been missing long enough that she’s desperate. _ Vivian swallowed the nervous jump in her stomach. _A dragon is loose in the city, and no ones called the news. What sort of modifications did engineering put on him?

~ ~ * ~ ~

Osran ghosted through the alleys as quietly as a cat, his tail held up at a level with his body as he kept his head lifted up to listen for even a hint of someone coming. The drake was keenly aware of the fact that there were humans that lived in this area, but he was also quite good at evading them as he leapt and took cover in the near maze of shipping containers that made up his home territory. The few people that did see him seemed to be more than willing to overlook the reality of a dragon in their midst, especially since he could smell the stink of drink on them. He was little more than a specter here and they would never catch him unless he let them.

When he had originally escaped he had imagined he would be able to find a place that was filled with trees, a distant forest where he could stretch his wings and feel the sun on his back. He had been sorely mistaken about how far away the forest really was. There were people everywhere. They seemed to have populated every square inch of the area and he had struggled to find a place he could escape without being seen. His only real hope had come near the docks where both old and new shipping containers were kept tucked away near the docks. The entire area was so fallen into disrepair that he had been hopeful he could remain hidden here.

It was a far cry away from the luxury that was a part of his life with his Mistress, but having the freedom to move and do what he wished was beyond value to him. The dirt and broken windows, the filth of the streets and the scent of the ocean water were the scents and sights of his freedom. It wasn't the forest, not even close, but even as his heart yearned for greenery and thick plush areas of grass, he was content here. He was at least safe, for now, and he had stopped trying to locate the boundaries of the city.

It had been two weeks since his escape and he flourished beneath the freedom of being able to do and go where he wished. The first few days he had simply slept hidden away in a large storage container that had smelled of dust and vaguely of humans. He had been awoken to the sound of men and managed to extract himself before humans wearing his Mistress’ logo had descended on his home and that had been the start of the chase. Where he went, the men would follow, chasing him down no matter where he tried to sleep until he realized that they were tracking him. He had put a painful end to that advantage, throwing the tracker into the water of the bay before returning to his territory.

The men were no longer able to keep track of him, though he was certain they were still in the area. He kept himself mobile, never sleeping in the same place twice and constantly shifting from the northern end of the district to the southern by routes that were made of decaying skeletons of old factories. There were hundreds of bolt holes to be found here and he knew exactly where he could go that his dark blue coloration would blend in with the background. It was almost amusing to watch them try to find him, sometimes he would flirt with them, showing himself briefly before sliding away again. It was thrilling to outsmart them after he had spent so long under their thumb.

He was confident that they wouldn’t catch him, especially given how often they attempted to lure him out with food. They were blindly trying to find him, but they seemed to expect him to remain in one area. He idly realized that they were treating him like an animal instead of someone that could carefully plan to remain outside of their attempts to block him in. It was almost amusing that he was able to so easily trick them, especially when he was able to listen to their plans from a distance and react accordingly. Did his owner truly think he was such an animal? Did she not see the intelligence that he possessed?

_My mistress hasn’t even come down here. _ He thought with a mixture of emotions, but he settled on relief.

The urge to return to her was fading with each day, being replaced with his new life that consisted of finding food and evading detection. Food was a problem he had never considered before. He had always had enough to eat, having it delivered by servants each day so that he was well fed, but now he was forced to rely on finding it on his own. The harbor and the ocean were at least close enough that fish had become quite heavily present in his diet, the rest he managed to find simply by raiding what he could find of nearby restaurants. His diet wasn’t as fulfilling as what he had had when he had been kept in a gilded cage, but it was honest.

He even found it enjoyable to hunt fish down in the water. His wings were poorly designed for the air, but they worked well to make his swimming smooth and swift beneath the currents. He longed to try for deeper water, but his own caution kept him to the shallows where he could catch larger sharks that could provide filling meals and interesting battles as he hauled them back to the shore. It was the sort of life that should have been demeaning or uncomfortable, but he found it liberating when compared to what he had been forced to do simply to maintain a roof over his head. No one used his body here, no one tried to degrade him as nothing more than a toy, he could be free and chose his own path if he wished too.

“I saw it, I swear to fuck I did.” The rough human voice brought Osran’s head up and he made a run and leap up along a set of shipping containers. “Something isn’t right around here, fuckin’ military is down here.”

“Probably something got imported that shouldn’t. Remember that crate last year? It was full of exotics.” The other voice answered as Osran’s lips twitched up in a parody of a smile. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Yeah? What about Pete? He said it was bigger than a horse and had wings. “ The first man continued while Osran pressed his stomach firmly against the shipping container and made himself small.

He’d have to move on soon, the territory he’d picked out was going to grow too crowded before very much longer. He was too big to remain hidden forever here, but he couldn’t move on until he had a plan on what to do. And he couldn’t move on until the small part of his mind that was screaming for him to return to his Mistress was silenced. That small voice was a constant whisper in the back of his mind, an irritation that made him want to flee back to his windowless room and grovel at his Mistress’ feet, to plead for her to forgive him and what he had done, to debase himself in front of her.

The thought made him tense up and swallow, standing up on all fours as he began to continue his path along the top of the crates. His eyes alert for movement in the darkness. He wasn’t going to go back, he would never go back, he was free and he would remain free for all of his life. He would never again be at the beck and call of someone who would only abuse him, use him for their own pleasure. The dragon flicked his wings against his back, giving a little flash of them before he dropped between the walls of a crumbling factory. The distant sounds of humans could be heard in the factory, but they weren’t important. They were homeless and had little stock in chasing after him, in fact, they had begun to accept the fact he was here.

The guards have begun to avoid the factories while I’m here, there’s little wonder they don’t mind my presence. _ He thought and gave a full bodied stretch, arching his back in pleasure as he splayed his toes open wide. _I suppose as long as I don’t confront them they’ll ignore me here.

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“Osran?” A soft female voice called out, echoing through the empty factory as he began to track his way to his den for the evening.

The drake froze, his head jerked up and he felt an uneasy tremor run down the length of his spine as his mind instantly snapped towards Lara. He couldn’t move, his legs locked in place, his body was nearly shaking in place as he swallowed a low noise and forced himself to remain silent as his name was called again. It wasn’t the cold harsh tone of his Mistress that was all too familiar, but lighter and slightly softer sounding. It wasn’t Lara, but it was someone that knew his name. Someone human, someone female. His heart began to hammer in his chest, a rush of sound that surged into his ears until it drowned out everything but the distant sound of footsteps that were echoing and coming closer by the moment.

The blood was running faster, the warmth flushing over his scales in a way that he knew all too well as he swung his head in the direction of the sound. It was instinctual lust that lapped at his thoughts and made his breathing pick up pace, his slit nostrils flared as he tasted the air and fluttered out his tongue to scoop up the scents to examine. He could only smell the dusty dry air of the factory, but she was out there in the darkness, the echoing of the walls telling him that she was still a distance away, but she was there. He shifted his haunches nervously and folded his wings tight to his back, fighting back the raw desire and need that began to push at the back of his thoughts. It was the siren call of a female, alluring and promising in a way that slowed his rational thoughts.

“Osran? Are you here?” She called again and the dragon twisted his lips backwards, showing his teeth before jerking his mind back from the edge of conditioned passion.

He must have snarled out loud, he heard her voice rising up and facing towards him, but Osran was already on the move. He leapt up to catch the upper railings of a rusty balcony and hauled his body up and over. His eyes wild as he worked his legs into an awkward run that would take him to the rooftop and from there he could make his way down into the maze of shipping containers and escape. This wasn’t a military group sent to hunt him down, there was a woman on his heels, calling for him in the sweet toned voice that was more piercing than any tranquilizer dart. He had to run, and he had to run now, he wouldn’t go back. He wouldn’t!

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“Osran?! Please! Come here!” Vivian called again as the snarling echoes faded away with the loud clatter of metal on metal, the eerie sounds making her hug her naked arms tightly.

The factory had once housed some sort of glass works that had left the floor a mess of broken jagged glass was strewn across the floor as she stood clothed only in a set of boots to protect her feet. She felt exposed, the cool air caressed her nude body, tickling over her breasts as she drew in a breath and let it out again. The distant sound of claws scrambling and clattering over metal told her the dragon had managed to take to the roof tops to escape. She let out a soft curse and took a step back, flipping on the switch on her flashlight to illuminate the filthy interior of the building. She had been so close, finally close enough that she had hoped to lure him out by calling for him, and he’d bolted.

“Damn.” She cursed and tried to throttle down the urge to kick some of the broken glass, it would do her no good and would likely only end with her foot cut.

She had been working with Franklin’s men for the last week, struggling to get a lock in on where the dragon was spending his time, but she was at a loss. She knew from prior cases like this the animal was found within the first few days, but that had been largely because they had been able to be tracked. The dragon’s removal of the device was problematic, but as he maintained a territory so they should have still been able to find him. Granted, the territory consisted of several miles worth of buildings, abandoned factories and docks, but it was a contained area. There should have been some way to locate him or herd him into an area for them to take him down, but he always evaded them.

She had poured over his file, growing increasingly troubled by his behavior. His file was a black-file, one of the few that were redacted for a client’s privacy at a heavy cost. The information about his creation was classified to the point that she had given up trying to drag more information out of her superiors. She had approached her bosses boss in an attempt to get more information about him, but that particular meeting had gone quite poorly indeed. She winced as her sharp memory called up the particularly harsh words that had been reserved for her when she'd said she'd needed to have more information about her quarry.

“The only information you need is that he needs to be caught. Immediately.” He had said with an edge to his voice. “Ms. Franklin paid a great deal to have a unique pet and his records will remain sealed. You've been given all you need to know to catch him.”

“Sir, it is not so simple as all that!” She had protested, trying to sound reasonable.

“It is as simple, or as hard, as you make it.” The threat had been clear in his voice. “I recommend you make do or someone more capable will take your place.”

What all were they hiding? His creation was such a secret that she knew that something made him more than a simple designer pet and sex toy. That only fueled her curiosity as she carefully filed away everything she had picked up on him while hunting the dragon down. He was obviously intelligent, more intelligent than even the few house-pets they had created to serve in menial functions. He was able to understand the concept of how evasion and a few times had proven he could offer decoys in the form of misleading tracks and trails left over from his food. He was wily and cunning, which meant that Vivian was growing increasingly frustrated.

She took one last look around the building before picking her way back to the door where the men were waiting on her. The longer this went on, the more she began to wonder just what had been omitted from his file and what sort of details they had neglected to tell her. The dragon was supposed to be a pleasure slave, but they were by and large dumb creatures with little in the way of thoughts for themselves. Most of the male slaves she had worked on reminded her of dumb jocks out of movies, all brawn and testosterone and not a single original thought in their mind. This one acted like a predator on the run, sly and cunning, and obviously broken down far enough from his conditioning that he wouldn’t respond to a female voice.

“Miss.” A weathered older man stepped into the doorway before she could walk out into the fresh night air. “I heard him on the roof, we will have to station men there in the future.”

“He didn’t even respond beyond a snarl.” She commented, her lips twitching up a little as she saw the man was staring above her head, his hands holding her dark trench coat. “I think we may need his Mistress to come down here if we want him to respond to a voice.”

“My orders are just you, miss.” The man answered as she took the coat. “We at least know we found his lair for tonight, we can use that knowledge for tomorrow.”

She wrapped the coat around herself, letting it snug down around her body as she tipped her head back ever so slightly to regard the man in charge. He had been mortified the first night out when she’d begun to strip down, the men had been even worse. She had assumed they had been briefed about what would be needed to bring the beast in, but she was wrong. They had been entirely unprepared for the fact she was going to play bait in more than just a voice. It had taken her a good portion of one evening to explain that the animal was conditioned to react to females in a specific way.

She knew that Lara was likely to take offense at anyone being told the beast was a conditioned pleasure slave, but these men were in her employee. It was obvious that they were trusted enough to keep their mouths shut about the creature they hunted, she assumed they would be quiet about his nature. They were well trained and armed to the teeth, which was hard for her to tolerate as she was sure at least half of them would happily have put a bullet in Osran’s brain before letting him escape. It meant she was forced to take the delicate balancing act of behaving as both a commanding officer and a peace keeper, assuring them that the dragon would not harm any of them.

“I don’t think you’ll find him that easily tomorrow night. He’s going to change his pattern.” Vivian said with a soft sigh. “I think perhaps we need to rethink how closely you follow me.”

“He’s a dangerous animal,” The man said bluntly and moved to one side so that she could step out to where the rest of the men were positioned. “We need to be able to protect you.”

“He could have killed me tonight and you wouldn’t have been there in time.” She pointed out and belted her coat on firmly. “I think the best option tomorrow night is to split up. You can take this area in case he stays here, I’ll move to the northern area to see if he’ll approach me alone.”

“I can’t allow that, miss.” Was the answer, the voice commanding and unyielding, but she only shifted her eyes towards him, narrowing her own.

“If you want to succeed you will find a way to allow it.” Vivian said firmly. “Each day he is on the loose is a day that he might be videoed or released to the news. Redacted file or not, someone will figure out that he belongs to your boss and for what.”

The man’s jaw tightened, the angry shift made the vein in his forehead throb slightly, but she ignored him. Her thoughts were already on the next night. The longer this chase went on, the more intrigued she became by her quarry. She was so used to the dumb creatures she conditioned in her lab that she had foolishly expected this to happen quickly and easily. It was something of a thrill to be stalking ever closer to the dragon, knowing that every day he was further from his conditioning, the harder it would be to ensnare him with her body. It might even be too late, tonight he had not even approached her, he had only gone still before snarling.

Vivian made her way back to the van and her waiting clothes, but her eyes were traveling up to the roof. She could almost imagine the flash of wings against the night sky, the arch of a reptilian body that was leaping over the roof tops and out of sight. Her lips curled up in a smile, the laughter threatening to well up in her chest and burst free at the absurdity of it all. The city was buzzing in the distance, cars and electricity, modern computers that ran the world and here they were hunting a dragon by the pier. It was beyond laughable, but here she was, nude beneath a trench coat and looking for dragon wings against the night sky.

~ ~ * ~ ~

“You still haven't caught it?” Her boss, Jackson, spoke in a severe tone of voice as Vivian leaned back in the uncomfortably stiff backed chair and did her best to seem at ease. “Lara Franklin has wanted an updated report and apparently all I have to tell her is that we have ten square miles of ground that he could be hiding in and no real progress.”

Vivian looked up at her boss and did her best to measure what she should say in answer to his anger. There was no denying that he expected to be told something that would help him answer their employer, especially after she had spent another two nights out and had a small pile of expense reports with little to show for it. Her frustration was only mounting as she fidgeted in the chair and suppressed her anger at being put in this situation and being unable to have the knowledge that she needed in order to capture him. Her frustration only mounted as she looked up at the man looking at him, the irritation plain on his face. It was an irritation that she shared.

“We have made progress, we know where he is, we've taken pains to make sure that he can't leave the area.” She pointed out, giving a small gesture with one hand. “There are any number of things that can be done to catch him, but I am working on half answers at the moment.”

“You have all the answers you need.” Jackson responded to her coldly. “I expect you to do better.”

“I am doing the best I can!” She protested, but he was already going back to his computer, the anger on his face etched still.

She knew better than to continue arguing with him, not when he was in the mood to snap at her for trying. It was infuriating, but what else could she do? She glared at him and then stood up from the chair, trying her best to resist the urge to get the last word in. She was tired of the secrets that surrounded this client. She knew that the woman was wealthy enough to have purchased their entire company, but that didn't mean that he had to cater to her so severely that he was ruining her chances of catching the dragon. She would have been more annoyed if it hadn't been for the fact she had finally had enough of their secrecy and had gone to one of her friends who worked in IT. She couldn’t do a damn thing about the redacted records, but all custom builds still had trails left in the system, she had just had to pull them.

Only that gave Vivian a sense of peace as she walked down the narrow walkways and towards her own open office. She knew that whatever had been pulled would at least give her some glimpse into his intelligence and what had been done to train him. It was a safe guard that even redacted projects had lurking behind security walls. It was supposed to be something that could be later entered into the program for future tweaking if something happened that they wanted to reproduce or weed out in the future. It wouldn’t be released until years after the project was closed, but it was still there.

She dropped down onto her computer chair and took out her flash drive before plugging it into the computer. It came alive with a whirring sound and she leaned forward with a slight furrowing of her brow. She had to catch the dragon soon, the longer this went on the more likely it would be that she would be fired and replaced. She couldn’t afford to lose this job, and if they weren’t going to help her she would have to help herself. She was growing more desperate, she had been called in to meetings every other day at this point, any day she didn’t have a sighting was one that was a black mark against her.

The list of videos that came up weren’t extensive, but they all began with GN and TR, genetics and training videos. She let out a breath of relief. She immediately clicked on the first GN video, hoping it would give her a hint as to what intelligence they had programed into him. There would have to be something unique worked into him to account for the way he was acting. Most of their creations were more limited than anything else, but it bespoke of a bright mind to ignore his training. Perhaps he was more akin to a parrot, they were reputedly intelligent and could compare to a very young human. She had known a few of the military grade creations were meant for that.

The first video wasn’t that terribly informative, it was little more than a listing of the various DNA codes that had been worked into his creation as well as the failures. The failures were always important to learn from, but hardly helpful for her. She continued on, flipping through the videos and fast forwarding through parts that meant little to him. There were notations on how his sex had been assigned and what had been done to curb fertility. They never created completely sterile animals, not when there was a chance to breed them in the future and naturally create additional creatures without the expense of the lab. Only one video gave her any real interesting information and that came from one of the last videos on genetics.

Osran wasn’t entirely biologically altered, he was one of the rare creatures altered with nanobots. The small creations were barely larger than a germ, designed to work on a cellular level normally for healing, but that wasn’t quite right for the dragon. His seed had been carefully attuned to nourish and harbor the self propagating bots that hadn’t been programmed to heal. They had been programmed to alter the effects of aging, to tighten skin and reinforce bone density, even to recreate stem-cell like effects on a human being. They were effectively cosmetic, made for the vain to remain young, but especially designed so that they were hosted in the dragon’s seed and they continually used his body and proteins to repair and reproduce.

_Vain and a useless expense. _ She thought and gave her head a shake before moving onto the training videos.

“Training Sessions 29, Desginated Osran.” The voice of the doctor spoke in a pleasant tenor as the camera trained onto a young looking dragon.

The creature was strapped down in one of the training rooms that were reserved for breaking in creatures designed for sexual use. He was on his back with his body stretched out at a painful angle, wings pulled down to nearly touch the ground. His paws had been fisted up and bound down tightly so that there was no way he could open up his toes, keeping him harmless for the woman that was in the room. It was standard operation, but what wasn’t standard operation was the series of metal hoops wrapped around the base of his tail and the thin metal rod that the man was holding in one hand. She knew the sort of rod, it was meant to stimulate the dragon’s prostate to force him into an aroused state. Animals needed that in order to perform and be ready to obey at all times, but the rest of the metal bands were something new.

The dragon was shaking, his eyes were dilated in fear as his jaws were spread open wide, tongue lolling out as his body was on edge already with the heavy cock jutting up in the air. He was covered in his own arousal, showing that they had taken pains to get him ready. He was shaking, pitiful looking as he started to move his body again before there was a loud crackling noise. Blue sparks erupted along the metal bands, the sparks crackled as the scream burst free from the parted jaws and he lunged upwards. The restraints barely stretched around him as the paws scrabbled and he twisted. The wild undulations did nothing to free him, instead it only seemed to draw out the punishment.

“Please..please… I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” The high pitched voice screamed out, the dragon flailed again. “I failed, I failed!”

“How?” The doctor spoke coldly, but Vivian’s attention was on the dragon, interest sparking.

“I didn’t mean to cum, I didn’t, please, I tried not too!” Osran choked out, tears welling up in his eyes. “It felt too good, but I won’t this time, I promise.”

“You knotted too early.” The doctor shook his head and must have gestured at the man with the electroejaculator. “We’re going to have to train you out of that.”

“No, NO! I won’t do it again, I won’t! PLEASE! PLEASE DON’T!” Osran’s voice broke into a frantic scream as the man reached out to his bound tail and began to push his vent open.

The panic wasn’t just real, the dragon spoke with utter intelligence, knowing what was happening. Vivian felt her stomach go cold at the sight of the dragon twisting and screaming in fear. The eyes wide looking with terror before it was inserted, there was no gentleness or preamble, nothing except the first jolt of the probe that rocked through his body and forced him back into full erection. She had seen it done before, but never to a creature that was pleading, never with one that spoke with such a clear voice, the intelligence plain to see in the terror in his eyes. This wasn’t an animal, at least, not entirely an animal.

Vivian hit the stop button before the metal hoops could ignite, using pain to stop his orgasm before his time. She couldn’t watch it, she felt as if she were going to be sick as she rolled back from her desk. She went on to another video, frightened and a bit nervous about it might be, but it was only training about proper care in the home. He spoke clearly there, his voice light and nervous as he was commanded about. He saw the eyes that were glittering with intelligence, far above and beyond an animal, an understanding of what was happening that no created animal should have possessed.

“I don’t understand, sir.” The dragon asked the man in the white coat, crouching low to the ground.

“You will greet your master when they return home, but you will do so quietly, make sure you do not call attention to yourself.” The man said and gave a gesture with the clip board. “On your stomach, your head down, you are to never lift your head in your owners presence.”

“I.. but how am I to keep my head down when I walk?” He asked with a soft lilting tone, his brows furrowed as he tried to puzzle out the answer.

No pet should have done that. She had seen many of the creatures they had created talk, they could even hold limited conversations, but it was very like a parrot talking. They mimicked words and patterns, repeated them in a pleasing way and could obey commands. They weren’t taught how to beg for mercy, they weren’t able to argue or protest that they could do better. That wasn’t in their conditioning. It took something like independence to learn such a thing, and the dragon had that much in him.

No wonder they redacted so much… She thought, licking her lips. He can’t be on par with a person, but perhaps he’s close enough to blur legalities. His owner wouldn’t want that. God, the company would be ruined…

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Osran panted heavily as he skidded to a halt on top of the building and heard the sounds of men behind him. Their radios chattered about his location as he felt the fear growing. He wouldn’t be taken alive, he wasn’t going to let them! In the last few days things had begun to come to a head as he had done his best to keep ahead of the rest of the humans hunting him. It took every bit of cunning to make sure that he wasn’t cornered, because they were doing their damnedest to get him in a position where there was no escape. He no longer had time to sleep peacefully, instead he took cat naps as the hunt began to shut down parts of the district and even the men on the docks became involved as a reward had been set out on his hide.

He could almost taste himself being returned to his owner again, there was nothing he seemed to be able to do to escape it either. If he could have flown with height and stability he could have fled towards the forest, but they were herding him inwards in the district and had formed a barrier between himself and freedom. He shivered slightly and crouched along the top of a set of shipping containers and tried to make his body blend into the darkness. He curled his tail around his forelegs securely and drew in a shaking breath as he rested his chin right on his forelegs.

Why can't they let me go? I don't want this. They can replace me. He thought angrily and squeezed his eyes shut so they wouldn't reflect the flash of light as heard people running far too close to him.

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“He can't have breached past the outer lines.” A man spoke up, making Osran flinch slightly, dropping his head closer to his legs as he drew in a breath. “Get that woman in.”

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“Are you sure he hasn't? I haven't heard wings.” Someone else crackled over the radio. “We should just get out the tranq guns.”

_ _

“You know the command, get the woman in here and then draw back. We can get in once she has him under control.” The first man snapped out and Osran sucked in a breath.

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He dug his claws down against the shipping container and rubbed his muzzle back and forth against the back of his forelegs to try and comfort himself. Why did they have to have a female? He wasn't driven to find her, he could at least say that he wasn't immediately falling into a quiet feeling of submission and desire that always came when he was considering females. He had begun to push away those invisible chains, savoring the fact that it had been so long since he had been forced to attend his mistress. He had begun to think more clearly for himself, able to make his own choices without searching for someone to tell him what should be done.

_ _

As the humans retreated he slipped off of the metal box, slipping off the edge of the freight car and swallowed the taste of fear in the back of his throat. He had felt so much freedom it had been magnificent, he had felt as if he were finally master of his own destiny, but it had been a lie. He had been running from the reality of his capture. He wasn't free, he was just prolonging what they were going to do when they caught him. He would be restrained, hauled back to the institute, forced to bow his head under the retraining that would erase the core part of who he was. He couldn’t do that again, he couldn’t, he refused to allow himself to be suppressed.

The dragon’s resolve grew as he began to run along the line of the crates, his head lifted up high in the air as he drew in the scent of humans and gun oil. It made him bristle slightly, his breathing came faster as he tucked his head down a bit closer to his forepaws, flexing them delicately as he gulped down a breath and let it out again in a shaking rush when he tasted another trail of scent on the air. A sweet mixture that made his breathing catch in his throat as the feminine scent came from the west and he bolted to the east. It was all he could do, try to keep ahead of the woman and hope he was fast enough to wear her out.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Vivian felt the cold air rushing around her naked body, the only clothing she wore were a pair of heels to balance on. She knew her duty, she had to capture the dragon, she knew that she could use her body to do it, but her heart wasn’t in it. She had watched the videos, seen how he had been trained, leaving her torn between her desire to do her job and the reality of what she was chasing. She had watched the videos and researched her prey, but the more she researched, the more she realized that they had created something on par with a human. He was a slave, he knew he was a slave, he had run away because he no longer could stomach being a sex slave.

He was a created animal, something that was made from the ground up for a specific purpose. There was no law that allowed him freedom from that debt, and for all she knew he would end up in a dangerous situation or cause harm to others. He might not have morals or the ability to run through right and wrong, he might turn violent. This was for his own benefit, even if didn’t turn violent, there was no place for him to belong. He couldn’t live in the wild, not for long, someone would just kill him. It was a kindness what she did.

“Osran! Osran come here!” She called out as she lied to herself, trying to put sweetness into her tone as she heard the rasp of scales as the creature fled. “Come here, now!”

She heard the sound of his scales so close by. He didn’t want to respond to her, his training was fading enough that he wasn’t immediately answering her, but he was also drawn to her. It was natural, but she still felt guilty for using his training against him. She had lost her drive for this, all of it, the further she looked at what had happened to him the more haunted she was. The woman had programmed something for her own personal use in a way that the company should have put a stop too. The fact he was intelligent only made it worse, it was a deeper betrayal of the core values of their people.

“Leave me alone!” The dragon burst out, his voice slightly muffled as there was a rattle of claws on metal as it moved further away from her.

“I cannot do that.” She answered, real sympathy in her voice as she moved to follow the sounds of his claws. “Come here, come to me...”

“NO!” The bellowed denial made her flinch as she saw the flash of scales running in front of her.

The sun wasn't nearly so warm enough in the cold air, she rubbed her arms a little bit and watched as the dragon fled to one side of the shipping containers. He was keeping close to her, but trying to get away at the same time. It was obvious that he was torn between his training and his need to escape, something that had been showing more prominently in the last few days as they had circled the area and she had been the only one to approach him. It was in the hopes that his original training would kick in, but it was slow going. He had been away from his Mistress long enough that he was beginning to struggle free of the natural compulsions that should have made him easy to catch.

She followed, awkward due to her nudity, but she carefully ran along the line of the crates where the dragon was slinking. His blue scales caught the light brightly, flashing back at her promisingly while she darted between a large set of walls and came out the other side. The length of the dragon was stretched out with a flash of his tail that caught the light brightly. The length of it twitched back and forth for only a few minutes before he was out of view again. She saw his eyes, the brief glimmer of them as she ducked around a corner and saw his wings flashing above her.

He froze near the edges of the crates, his eyes wide and slightly frightened looking as she came so close she saw the individual scales that made up his expressive face. His nostrils flared lightly and his chest swelled a little bit as he hunched backwards. He should have had a look of lust and desire on his face, but the strange features didn't reveal anything more than growing panic as he stood in place. She stopped, her own chest rising and falling as she watched the wild look in the deep gold eyes. They were as intelligent looking as her own, deeper, inviting her to fall into their depths as she licked her lips and put herself together.

“That's right, just relax.” She murmured softly, putting a warm edge to her voice. “You're alright, it's silly to keep running in circles, neither one of us want that.”

“I don't want this.” Osran answered, his voice thick and heavy with something very like fear in his tone. “Please, don't do this.”

“I just want to talk.” She took a step forward and he hissed, his lips curling back while he crouched in back on himself. He was making himself look larger with the spread of his wings, but it hardly helped. “Easy, just calm down, nothing is going to hurt you.”

“That is what all your kind says when it is going to hurt.” He answered her, his eyes shifting side to side restlessly.

~ ~ * ~ ~

She was beautiful, not as beautiful as his Mistress, but Orsan looked at her with a mixture of longing and dread. He had been stifling that feeling down, it was still not prominent in his mind, but there was no denying the draw to the warm human body presented to him. He let his eyes watch her, shifting side to side as she approached him with a swing of her hips that drew his eyes down her stomach and towards her mound. His heart gave a strange leap and his stomach tightened with a strange surge of arousal while he moved his head down towards his feet and let out a low growl. He tried to warn her with his voice to back away, but she kept approaching him with a soft smile on her face.

“I know they do.” She answered finally, not trying to deny what he'd told her. “You've been running a long time.”

“Better to run than be a slave.” He answered and shuddered when the woman came close enough that her scent was filling his nostrils, warm and alluring.

“You sound almost like a person, I didn't think the tapes were so accurate.” She said softly, a hint of wonder in her voice as she moved up within a few feet of him and his growl turned into a snarl.

“You made me, you should know what I am capable of.” He responded with an angry edge to his voice while he began to pant shallowly, her scent growing stronger as the urge to move closer swelled in his chest.

It was no where near as strong as it had once been, it was an undercurrent of training that tried to assert itself over his thoughts. He swallowed a noise as his cock began to try and slip free of his vent while he shifted his weight back and forth. His tail tip flicked a little bit as she came in closer, tipping her head up to look at him in a way that made his scaling color and he growled again. His lips curled back to show his teeth in warning, but she ignored it as she moved forward far enough that she could reach a hand out to him. He trembled in place, trying to draw back as far as he could as her finger tips touched the smooth length of his scaled shoulder and spread open wide. She stroked him with a delicate touch that made him nearly go limp, trilling out from low in his throat as his snarl changed.

It was a switch being thrown, one that surged up the raw desire as she stroked downwards with the flow of his scales. She was soft with her touch, running towards the line of the chest while she moved in close enough that the warmth of her body was resting in a line against him. He felt himself responding to him, a surge of arousal that was only tempered with his fear as she rubbed down along the line of his wing. The finger tips spread open wide, smoothing up beneath the sweep of his wing where the scales were smaller and more sensitive. It sent a shudder rushing down the side of his body as he groaned out from deep in his throat. His jaws parted open and he arched up higher in the air as he felt the tip of his shaft starting to protrude, making it harder to resist her.

“I’m sorry we did this to you.” The woman spoke softly as she turned her eyes up towards him again. “Are you truly intelligent? Do you know what you’re saying?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Osran answered and twisted his head towards her, trying not to linger on the curve of her bare ass, the sweep of her back.

“Because we don’t create intelligent life.” She answered, her eyes looking troubled as she rested her hand along his side. “Slavery of intelligent life is forbidden.”

“It seems to me that it hasn’t been the case for my life.” He answered bitterly and then shuddered as her hand moved away from him. He didn’t want her hand to move, he wanted to press into the touch.

He swung his head around towards her with a low noise in his throat, almost losing control of himself as he drew in the rich scents of a woman on the air. Her skin was so soft feeling as it smoothed out against the line of his side again and he flicked his long tongue out towards her. The haze that came with being near her was making him slow feeling. It wasn’t nearly as strong as it should have been, certainly it wasn’t what he felt with his Mistress, but it was there and made some of the tension slide away from him. He ran his tongue out far enough that he stroked against her hip, tasting the salty sweetness of her skin as she sucked in a breath and turned towards his hand. Her hand moved to stroke along the broad muzzle, rubbing lightly upwards as she pushed his head away firmly, but gently.

“How long have you been this way? How old are you?” She asked with a soft lilting voice, rubbing down the sweep of his nose as he ran his tongue up further and heard her suck down a breath. “I’m Vivian.”

“I don’t know.” His voice sounded distant, soft edged as he panted in her scent, his head shifting to knock her nude body in closer to him. “I have served my mistress for too long, far too many years.”

“You never got a choice?” She asked, stiffening up a little as he blew out a hot breath and felt his cock starting to stiffen beneath his belly with growing arousal. “You don’t have to do that, just relax, I want to talk to you.”

“I have no choices, not until I finally escaped.” Osran answered, feeling Vivian’s fingers sliding along the length of his neck. “Now you will take me back. You will take me back and things will return to how they were.”

He felt the surge of angry bitterness rise up in his chest, threatening to choke him even through his desire as he licked his tongue out again. He would be forced back to her again to serve her. It made his heart beat faster, throbbing in his chest as he slowly worked his tongue out and swept higher along her back. The movements were almost self comforting, soothing him as he danced his tongue against the bare skin. It was over, he wasn’t going to be allowed to get away now, she was going to take him back. He’d be conditioned all over again from the ground up, his will stripped away from him. The dragon squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the tears starting to well up in response to the knowledge of how this was all going to end.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Vivian shuddered under the tongue that worked over her sensitive skin, rubbing her intimately so that she was arching into his touch. It felt delightful when it ran downwards and the tongue tip scooped right in along the line of her ass before chasing up again. She knew that the dragon had been well trained for pleasure, but it was hard to enjoy the feel of his touch when it was obvious he was thinking only about the fact that his life was going to be taken from him again. The intelligent speech patterns, the careful words, they all spoke of a self aware creature instead of the simple created pleasure beast she had been told she was chasing.

The dragon gently pulled her in against him, it wasn’t quite sexual, it was a craving for contact that had been trained into him. Knowing that didn’t cease the enjoyment that came from the tongue dancing against her skin or the slide of the muzzle. It sent a shiver down her spine as she caught his muzzle and tried to get his head more on a level with her. Her fingers cupped either side lightly and pulled the dragon’s head forward, her own hip bumped against his shoulder as he stared up at her with tearful eyes. They weren’t the eyes of an animal, no one could mistake them for anything other than what they were, the eyes of a thinking creature.

“No, no it’s not right, I’ll speak to the company, they’ll see that this is wrong.” She said firmly, trying to will herself into believing it as the dragon’s head lifted up slightly. The golden eyes glittering slightly in the light.

“Do you really think that they care?” He asked, his voice a low rumble before he ran his tongue out, pushing along her stomach with a sudden powerful stroke. “Do you think they didn’t know when they trained me?”

“They.. perhaps they didn’t quite understand what it meant.” She ventured and the tongue swept along her navel as the dragon stood up, his tail lashing back and forth.

“Did not understand? When they taught me what use my tongue was to them?” He asked, his voice a low hiss as he rolled his eyes up to meet her own before the tongue plunged down along her inner thighs.

She sucked in a breath as she felt the weight of Osran’s tongue running between her thighs and pushed upwards with a rub that pressed right against her puffy bare mound. It was a shock of sensation, one she greeted with by shoving the head backwards, but he only thrummed low in his throat while the tongue slipped out again with a gentle caress. It was hot and soft feeling as it spread over the edges and dipped down. He was strong enough that she couldn't easily push his head away as the light push and dip spread the tongue tip down along her inner thighs. She startled, jumping in place before shivering at the slow expert touch of the tongue tip pushed upwards and began to spread right along her mound.

Vivian shuddered and the dragon's tail spread around the edges of her legs as he thrummed up at her, his eyes going slightly soft looking as the tongue tip nudged upwards. The warm tongue dipped with a slide that pushed right between her folds, spreading her open as she felt the muzzle pushing right up against the line of inner thighs. The push of the scaled nose spread her legs open as he crooned low in his throat towards her and pushed his tongue tip upwards. The warm oral muscle twisted and curled, the light movements contracted and danced right along the bud of her clit. It was a shock, a shudder that ran down the line of her back and made her back bow slightly before her eyes squeezed tightly shut and she dug her fingers down along the sweep of the drake's horns.

“Osran, stop...” She panted out, her cheeks going hot as the dragon stood up slightly, his eyes sharpening.

“Why? Is this not what I am?” He growled the words as he moved and wedged his tongue tip upwards to begin to dig right along the narrow ring of her opening.

She muffled a noise as she felt the powerful warmth pushing into her, spreading her as the saliva spread over the edges with a messy caress that made her walls clutch down around him. She had to steady herself against the broad side, feeling the scales shifting and rippling in response to her touch. It was unlike anything she had ever felt, the powerful body pressed against her while she felt the tongue working its way deeper. It was deliberately gentle, stimulating spots that made her shudder and her cheeks burn hotter. She could feel her heart beat pounding in her ears, drowning out the rumbling noises of the dragon while he twisted his tongue through her.

Beneath his body she saw the length of him glistening in the light, presenting itself as if it were a prize as he shifted his weight and pushed his muzzle up. Her body was lifted up in the air as the tongue tip dragged backwards with a curl upwards that slurped nearly free. Her hips gave a little twitch and she sucked down a breath before she watched the way the dragon was holding himself. He was working her with his tongue, but he wasn't humping his hips or shifting around as if he were aroused. He was still, entirely still, his body seemed frozen in place as if that part of him didn’t matter.

And it didn’t matter to him. It would have been trained out of him thanks to the programming he had gone through. He wouldn’t show his need, instead his tongue was sliding through her, twisting and contorting until she let out a ragged noise from low in her throat. This was wrong, entirely wrong…

~ ~ * ~ ~

“Stop!” Vivian pushed her hands against his head, jerking backwards as he slid his tongue from her smoothly.

The taste of her was sweet and lingered there, making his nostrils flare for each breath, rolling it along the line of his tongue, savoring the taste of her as the lust burned low in Osran’s stomach. He let her push his head away, seeing her eyes roiling with emotions that were roiling beneath the surface. He hadn’t been able to stop himself, that part of his training was still there, but he was able to use it for his own means. He could prove his point to her. He had only one hope to be gotten out of here, one way to breach the passage of people that were standing between himself and the promise of never being a slave again.

He could not deny the training that was a part of his life, having her so close made him want to pleasure her. He was no longer so subservient, he had pushed through that with his heady freedom, but the demands of his body were harder to deal with. The instant rush of lust was barely tamped down as she moved back, her cheeks flushed all the way down towards the line of his neck. His eyes flicked over her, wanting to continue, wanting to push her back against the shipping containers and taste her arousal until his tongue was coated thick rich female arousal before he slid into her body.

“I am what they have made me.” He spoke slowly, clearly, making sure that he didn’t shake the way he wanted too. “I think they know what I was, it didn’t matter, I was money to them.”

“You’re not money.” She swallowed and licked her lips, her breathing still sharp and short. “If you’re a reasonable creature-“

“To a human I am not.” He said bitterly, sitting back on his haunches as his cock hung down heavy and full between his hind legs. “To your kind I am just what you created and wanted to control.”

“It’s wrong.” She gave her head a wild shake back and forth, stiffening up a little bit. “Damn it!”

He watched her, trying not to show the raw hope in his eyes as she moved away and gave ran her hands through her hair roughly. The movement made her breasts bounce, something that caused him to turn his head slightly to one side while he saw the nipples perked and hard from the cool air. He was almost salivating at the very thought of running his tongue over them, seeing them glistening and wet with arousal.

“You don’t deserve this.” She said softly, her eyes shifting back to him again. “But if you’re free, what will you do?”

“I will be free.” Osran stated firmly. “I don’t wish to hurt your kind, I haven’t harmed anyone here. I just want to be free, to not be chained or shackled. There are forests enough that I could be in.”

~ ~ * ~ ~

This was stupid. Vivian knew it was stupid. It was beyond idiotic to think that she could be able to let the dragon escape and not have them find him. They would go to the ends of the earth to find him, he was an expensive bit of merchandise that they wouldn’t want to lose. It would take too long to create and train another, and it would be problematic for it to hit the papers. No, they would send more to hunt him, they had processes in place to make sure that he would never get beyond their reach. Processes that she knew from working for the company, ones that had holes in them for those that were able to look at them. They were designed to catch thoughtless animals, not intelligent beings on par with a human.

“I can help you.” She spoke the words, she couldn’t believe they escaped her lips, but they came out as the dragon watched her with an unnatural level of scrutiny. “If you are truly not after harming others… I can help you.”

This was wrong, talking with him, hearing the emotions in his voice, she knew in her bones that this wasn’t right. This was beyond simple slavery, this was something new and vile that her company had managed to do. The fact that he had immediately tried to pleasure her, as if that was all he could think of to do when faced with a naked female told her exactly how broken down they had made him. Someone should have put a stop to then when it had started, but they hadn’t. Their moral compass hadn’t allowed them and now she was faced with their creation. If he would just be free, couldn’t she at least do that for him? For any thinking creature?

“I would harm no one, I just want freedom.” He spoke softly, his voice almost a whisper as he lowered his head. “Please.”

“I will help you.” She repeated and felt her stomach twist up in uncomfortable knots as she realized what she was saying. She could get the dragon out of the city, but it would cost her everything. Her career, her life, everything… just to help a construct.

Staring into the gold eyes watching her, she couldn’t find an argument good enough to go against it. Osran deserved freedom, the thought of making him go back to be a sex toy for a woman with depraved desires and enough money to indulge in them. She licked her lips and brushed her hand down her bare stomach, first thing she would have to do was get clothing. And then…then to the forest.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Osran wasn’t sure what he thought of the female that was helping him, but she wasn’t forcing him to service or making him follow her so he was able to relax slightly as they began to make their way through the shipping containers. He couldn’t quite keep himself from reacting to her, feeling the swell and weight of his cock hanging down along his inner thighs. There was no stopping his natural reactions to her and for the first time he was realizing that it wasn’t a welcome reaction to the human female. He didn’t understand it, nor did he trust it, but she was willing to help him and that was more than he had ever dreamed of happening to him. The most he had hoped was that she’d let him sneak past her.

He considered the woman that had been set to hunt him and flared his nostrils a little bit as he drew in a steadying breath. She was sweet smelling, the mixture of female and human made his body run hot. It was easier to ignore the desire to submit to her, obey her commands, but it was harder to ignore the fact she made his blood run hot and flush through his lower belly. The desire wasn’t ending, it was only growing as she scouted around the passages between the boxes and tried to figure out the best direction for them to take to get away.

“We are going to have to be quiet and quick, the barrier they’ve formed has holes in it, but we’re going to have be smart and swift to take advantage of it.” Vivian said softly, her voice warm sounding to him.

He walked behind her, but it was an awkward walk that made him more than aware that his cock was slapping up against the underside of his belly, swinging this way and that. The precum was thick and oozing from the tip, dribbling down towards the ground in a messy spill that caused him to flex a little bit. He wanted to lick himself, but he stifled that urge as he followed her gesture to follow her along to the left walkway that would take them towards the western portion of the district. His movements were stilted enough that she glanced back at him, her brows pulled together a little bit as if confused at why he was walking so awkwardly behind her. The wet trail of precum dribbled messily to leave a trail along the ground beneath him.

They had barely gotten a few steps down the walkway when she paused and pulled her brows together in a frown, glancing back at him. He was well aware of his awkward walk, but knew better than to call attention to or act humiliated. Humiliation was punished severely, especially if he tried to hide himself in any way. He was supposed to act as if nothing was wrong, no matter how uncomfortable it was for him. He immediately tried to walk normally, straightening his back instead of hunching it up in the air as was more natural.

“I.. am sorry.” Vivian said softly and ran her hand through her hair. “I hadn’t realized you were still…”

“It is nothing.” Osran said stiffly, trying his best to not act as if it were any trouble at all. “We need to get moving.”

“And leave a trail?” Vivian gestured towards his underside and he couldn’t stop the slight flush that ran along the line of his cheeks.

He didn’t know what he was supposed to do about it, he couldn’t just stop himself from being hard when he was standing near a naked female. He hadn’t been trained on how to stop that part of him from reacting, especially once roused. His mistress had used it frequently to punish him because he couldn’t do anything to relieve himself without her permission. There had been times when he had been hard most of the day, feeling as if he were going to lose all self control and thought he was going to go mad. It was how he had been trained, it had been hammered into him until even now he felt the grip that wrapped around his mind and thoughts.

“It would help if you had something to wear.” He said after a moment, trying to not sound accusatory. “Perhaps I can be given some… time to calm down.”

~ ~ * ~ ~

“We don’t have time.” Vivian said as she kept her eyes partially averted from the dragon and his oddly hunched back.

He looked miserable, his back hunched up strangely so that he was struggling to keep himself from smacking against his own inner hind legs. It was a problem, especially since he wasn’t going to be able to break into the run that was effective as long as he was bobbing around beneath his belly. She almost told him to think of cold water, but stopped the words before they escaped. She knew that there was nothing he could do about the state of his body. He was meant to keep his arousal until he was ready to be used. She had seen enough of his training to know what that meant and winced in sympathy.

It didn't matter that she didn't have those parts, what mattered was that she knew it had to be uncomfortable for him. They would never make a clean get away with him presented like that and he was just going to end up in pain. She didn't know how long it would take him to actually calm down with his training. It could be an hour, it could mean he would be stuck like that for the rest of the night. He'd be uncomfortable and miserable, and it was through no fault of his own. She flinched a bit with sympathy and felt the first brush of an idea start to tease the back of her mind. She instantly pushed it away, the heat rushing to her face at the idea and making her ears burn. She felt an uncomfortable twist in her lower belly, but she rolled the thought through her mind again.

I can't just let him be uncomfortable. It is sort of my fault. _ She though awkwardly and couldn’t keep the idea from her mind. _I don’t suppose he’s ever had someone even think about his own comfort.

_ _

That thought stirred her more than the concern about leaving a trail behind them. How long had it been since anyone had tried to think about his comfort really? Probably since he had first bene made and people had nurtured him into full growth, but until then it had always been about what he could do for others. She flinched again and then glanced down towards the low hanging shaft, the wetness gleamed in the artificial light from the street lamps, making her wrinkle her nose up a little bit. She took a step forward as he kept his back hunched, not trying to hide himself, but looking miserable as she moved a hand out to touch the line of his shoulder.

The moment her fingers touched him he flinched, his eyes wild looking as his shaft immediately jerked upwards. The scales were strangely soft feeling against her touch, smooth as she went against the grain and ran downwards with a smooth sweep. His muscles jumped and quivered like a horse with a fly on him, his breathing was coming out faster as she stepped closer to him and did her best not to jerk away in embarrassment. It was so painfully obvious that he wanted her, the little twinges of the shaft betrayed the building desire which moved her to sliding her hand down along the line of the chest and towards the underside of the belly as he remained tensed and shaking beside her, his eyes almost too wide.

“You can’t go on like this.” She said finally and moved down to one knee beside his broad body. “I can help you.”

‘Help me?” Osran’s voice was strained and upset, but he didn’t pull away as she moved her hand up to caress right along the inside of his thigh.

“Yes, it’ll be easier for us to escape if you aren’t so…well… awkwardly walking around.” Vivian pointed out and her cheeks were still flushed as she danced her touch inwards with a light glide towards the dripping heavy tip.

Her fingers itched to touch him, even as her embarrassment lingered and built up. She danced her fingers right around the very tip, gliding over the glans with a smooth stroke that pushed downwards along the thick stiffened spire. His head swung back towards her, hovering just above her naked form as she smoothed her fingers down along the stiff cock and gave a little rub that trailed towards the base. The spread of fingers stimulated and made his back arch immediately, thrusting forward along the palm so that a spill of precum spilled out in a hot eruption that flushed downwards towards the palm. The messy trails leaving a mixture behind that coated between the finger tips, webbing over them.

She smoothed her hands downwards towards the base, gliding over the thick spire, feeling the heat and smooth silken skin brushing against the pads of her fingers. The scent of him was alluring and strange, making her wrinkle her nose up delicately before she began to squeeze her way down his cock to feel him responding with a shudder and cry. The drake’s entire body was tensing up and relaxing, seemingly delighting in the pleasure of her touch as she felt the heat of his breath puffing against the line of her back as she moved in closer, her other hand sliding down towards the base of his cock and the bulge of the knot found there. The moment she touched it Osran let out a noise from deep in his throat, the sound thrilled from him as he rolled forward.

His muzzle grazed right along the small of her back, the heat poured over the edges so that she gave a little jump and squirm in place. She was leaning forward, slipping in close enough that she was able to run her lips against the tip of the jutting shaft when she felt his tongue trying to slip down on her. His breathing was rough and short as she felt his cock quivering in her grip, betraying his eagerness as he tried to push his muzzle down beneath her bare ass. It was such an automatic response that she knew he wasn’t thinking about it, it was an ingrained urge that made her grow flustered as she shifted away.

“Osran.. no..” She dropped her hips, moving away as she felt the dragon trying to flick his tongue out against her bare body. “You don’t need to do that.”

“But…” He rumbled, his eyes large and confused looking as she wrapped her fingers along the glistening tip, squeezing to watch his gaze grow unfocused.

“You don’t need to do anything, let me help you.” Vivian said softly, her heart thundering in her ears with her flush.

Osran looked baffled at her, his eyes a study in confusion as she began to slide her fingers back down the length of the cock. She moved towards the base, feeling him shudder beneath her touch so that he began to give short shallow dips of his hips. He wasn't able to stop himself, but there was no understanding in his eyes as she drew herself away from the reach of his muzzle and leaned forward to give a delicate brush of a tongue along the glans. The salty taste lingered on her taste buds, spreading over the edges, but just that light touch made the dragon let out a muffled cry and spread his hind legs for her.

Vivian did her best to ignore the eyes fixated on her, the brilliant look that made her give a nervous little twinge when she worked her tongue upwards. She trailed the slick heat of her tongue higher up, tracing near the start of the knot while he hunched his back up higher in the air. The tail was lifting upwards as she heard his low throated rumble vibrating in her eras. He was shaking slightly, his wings trembling above her like a midnight blue screen. She worked her tongue upwards, running towards the glans with a curl that made him jump in place as if startled, feeling a sudden stream of thick gooey precum right into her maw.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Osran moved his head back and forth above the crouched woman, shaking from nose to tail with the urge to reach down to push his tongue between her legs. He was confused and off center, watching as that hot human mouth opened up wide to suckle against the line of his cock tip that was twitching upwards while his hind legs flexed a little bit and the shock of pleasure at the silken heat. It made his stomach start to clench up painfully and he trembled while twisting his head back closer to the naked human, his eyes breathing came out in short pants that were ragged and heavy sounding, tongue lolling out from his parted jaws.

He had never had a human do this to him, he didn't know what to do save what his body was trying to tell him. He was supposed to pleasure her, he had always pleasured his Mistress. She didn't touch him unless it was to make sure that his training was in the forefront of his mind, but this woman was pulling away from him as the tongue slurped out messily. The tongue smoothed and pulled lightly as she moved her mouth to the very tip of his cock right into her too hot mouth. It was feverishly warm and wet feeling, suckling around him as the saliva coated out around his quivering length.

He needed to touch her, the craving was a hunger for flesh that made his scales run hot and feverish. His tail twitched wildly behind him while he folded his wings and lashed his tongue in the air. He tasted her scent with eager appreciation, rolling it over the edges of his taste buds as he gave a little bit of an arch and drove forward. He felt her tongue swallowing him down, pulling him in deeper as her lips formed a tight ring that pulled around the glistening dark length. He was drooling out precum, flushing it into the maw that was working and tightening so that the pressure grew and he whined out low in his throat. He couldn't relax into the sensation, his mind was driven with the ingrained need to please the woman beneath him.

His chest tightened slightly, his stomach going tense as he swung his head back before trying to lick out against her leg. It was automatic, breathing out with a rush that filled his nose with the scent of the human woman. He growled low in his throat, shifting his head down with a nudge that pushed almost between her legs before she tightened them and pulled them back. The wet slurp pulled free a messy popping noise, her hand immediately closing around his achingly hard glans and gave a gentle caress.

“You don't have to do that, Osran.” She breathed out, her cheeks quite red looking as she moved beneath him, trying to keep his muzzle away. “Just let me help you.”

“I... I can't...” He breathed out and then Vivian licked along the glans again, scooping upwards with a twist that made him cry out. “I don't know how...”

Vivian's smile was sympathetic, but when he tried to push his muzzle beneath his own belly she pushed him away so she could continue with working him over. The suckling pulls and swallows made him close his eyes entirely, his stomach jumping slightly while the surge of desire pushed through him. He was so hard that it was almost painfully pleasurable to feel the maw pushing down over him, her fingers slipping along his base with a gentle squeeze that made him rock forward again. The messy spill of precum mingled with her saliva, helping ease him inwards as the tongue cupped under his length and he shuddered again.

He tried to push his muzzle down towards the woman again, but her hand pushed right against the bridge of his nose. She couldn't get away as the tongue slathered out with a twist and curl. The movements dragged backwards, her lips running along his glans as he strained closer to her with a shallow burst of pleasure. His lips parted open wide as he let out a groaning call and her hands pushed him slightly until he dropped onto his side. He didn't struggle against being dropped down to the ground, instead he let himself shift and writhe in place. The movements helping her to adjust and put him into a more helpless position, but for the first time, she wasn't going after her own pleasure. She wasn't even touching herself.

It confused him, the confusion blending with the desire that made him arch his back before he let out a bellowed noise of pleasure. The maw tightened around him, pulling backwards with a smooth pull that nearly made the tip pop free of his maw. He breathed out a sound of pleasure, the little bursts making them come out almost pained at times as he splayed his hind legs open wide and watched the naked woman sliding along his belly. It was all wrong, she should have been straddling him, allowing him to pleasure her. The wrongness of it was at odds in his mind as he gave himself over to the sensations of pressure and his hips surged upwards, the knot threatening to open up wider.

She didn't taunt him, either. She wasn't showing off her mound, the curve of her ass, or trying to deny him what he really wanted, she was just trying to pleasure him. She took lessons off of what noises he made of pleasure, stimulating her while she gulped down the stiff length. The wet saliva pushed over the edges, making him slippery slick and leaving a trail of wetness along her lips, strands breaking at times as her fingers curled sensuous around his knot. She could have left it alone, not given him the sensation of pressure, denying him the surge of orgasm, but she didn't. She worked herself over him in a way that made his tail stiffen up while his back curved up higher.

The fingers that gripped around his knot flexed, pulsing slightly as she pushed her way down his length as the dragon shuddered, his breathing came out faster. He didn't go, he knew better, he had to wait, he needed to wait. He was letting out ragged noises, high pitched whimpers as she moved her head up and down slowly, teasing him, gently working him towards his peak as the need began to break over him. His eyes flashed wildly to either side, looking half crazed with desire as she pulled backwards almost popping the glans free before pushing down again.

“Please...please... please...” He panted the words as his toes curled, his back arched up higher, shuddering in a brief surge of fire before relaxing again. “Please... “

“What's wrong?” Vivian asked, her brows furrowed in concern as the fingers continued to dance over the edges. The strumming making him cry out in a high pitched voice.

“I want to go... please.. please let me... please... mistress.. please...” Osran panted the words and her face fell into a frown as she curled her fingers around his knot, squeezing.

“Vivian, I'm not your mistress...” She licked out her tongue again, pulling upwards with a smooth drag, causing him to shudder in place.

“Please.. Vivian, please...” He begged, his tone turning high pitched as the fingers worked up and over his knot again, pulling as it swelled to the widest point.

“You don't have to... I mean...” She grew flustered and shook her head, her eyes darkening a little. “You can cum, any time you like you can cum, I promise.”

Osran squirmed and contorted himself, the pleasure building when her mouth returned to the tip of his shaft, the hold closing down and squeezing. The pull suckled upwards, dragging with a sweep of the tongue that pushed and squeezed, the powerful contractions made him cry out. He muted the roar, lips parted open wide as the first breath of permission let him go, his body spasming as his knot swelled to the widest point in the hold of the human woman. The first thick wave of his seed erupted out from his tip, flushing into the human maw that was wrapped around him and pulling backwards with a twist and turn. The breathing came faster as he humped upwards, thrusting in short ragged movements while Vivian pulled her head backwards.

The messy spill of his seed was soon painting along his stomach as the human's soft gentle hands milked him, caressing, stroking upwards to coax every last drop out and his hips twisted and turned. He gave little thrusts forward, rolling forward against the hands that cupped against him as the shudder of relieve flowed over his body. He felt dizzy with it, his eyes rolling back in his head slightly while he muffled a low moan from deep in his throat. His tongue lolled out slightly while he arched his way upwards and then dropped down again, relaxing against the ground with another shudder.

She didn't want me... She didn't want anything from me. _ He thought in wonder, confusion... _She just wanted to help me.

_ _

~ ~ * ~ ~

Vivian watched the dragon as his muscles relaxed, her brows still furrowed together as she saw the raw emotions on his face as he panted and his shaft kept twitching and dribbled the mess along the edges. Her cheeks were two high points of color in embarrassment at her own actions, embarrassment and exhilaration as she felt the large animal shaking next to her. His breathing was short and ragged, his eyes closed as he let his hind legs start to relax. She stroked along his stomach gently, just barely caressing against the line of the underscales, watching how the muscles shivered and rippled at her passing.

He couldn't even have pleasure without permission.. She thought and let out a soft sigh, watching him stretch himself out. Poor beast...

_ _

“We need to start going, Osran.” She spoke in a slightly husky tone, standing up with a little sway, flustered as she watched the cock draped along the inner thigh, just starting to soften. “We need to get you out of here.”

“Yes...” The dragon lifted his head, the eyes still slightly unfocused before giving his head a little shake. A strange look passed over his eyes, one that seemed to hold a wealth of weight to it. “Thank you...”

The words seemed to mean more than what they said, making the heat rush along her face again as she watched him start to stand up, rolling onto his belly. They'd get free of this place, she would have time enough soon to think about what all of this meant.