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Softwing spotted Listener sitting in front of the river and wheeled to glide towards him. She landed with the almost perfect silence by which she had earned her name, hoping that the calm but still noticeable sound of the river would cover her approach. She prided herself in her ability to sneak up on practically anyone in the clan, but...

"Greetings, Softwing." The cloaked figure turned from the river to smile at her.

Softwing let out a soft hum of disappointment. "One day I will surprise you, Listener."

The male's grin grew. "I am certain of it. But today is not that day. How may I help you?"

Softwing looked back towards the river, wondering what the male could have been looking at. "I went to the hill clan as you asked. I asked about the challenger who came yesterday - Stormscry. She is the leader of a far off clan that invaded their neighbors when her own clan grew short on food, then continued to invade even after they gained enough. Now they no longer have enough food for all the clans under her wings, and she seeks to feed her clan from our lands."

Listener gave a thoughtful hum. "Ahh. But there is more to it than that?"

Softwing nodded. "Yes. The dragons I spoke with all seemed to think Stormscry seeks battle just for the sake of it, and is using the food shortage as an excuse more than anything. Her true goal is to find stronger opponents to sharpen her claws on, and she isn't that concerned with the well being of her clan. What I saw seems to confirm that; the hill clan had little supplies for themselves, much less the treasures they used to have for trade. They all seem to think that Stormscry will soon realize she has gone too far and release the conquered clans back to their own leaderships."

The male's amber eyes closed to thin slits beneath his hood. "Perhaps she will." Despite his words, his tone seemed to suggest he did not consider that likely.

Softwing didn't think that would happen either, especially given the anger she had displayed. "Stormscry returned while I was there. She was outraged, and everyone in the hill clan knows she was defeated by you. They asked me many questions about how you managed it, especially when... um... when their own leaders had failed..." Softwing trailed off hopefully, not wanting to offend Listener by repeating their disbelief that a male had beaten her, and not wanting to outright ask him how he had done it, but curious none the same.

"I would rather not discuss it. She defeated herself; I merely showed her the way to a tree rich with sap." Despite his humble words, Softwing managed to catch the slight glimmer of pride in the male's eyes. She didn't blame him for it in the least; she felt her own sense of pride at knowing that her clan had managed to best the champion that had defeated the greatest of so many other clans.

"I didn't speak to her, but it was obvious she plans to return and demand a rematch. She said you used trickery and cowardice to defeat her, and that she deserves a chance to defeat you in real combat. I left before her to make sure I got back first, but I am certain she will return today."

Listener curled his tail around and sighed. "I had hoped for more time, but I had a feeling she would be coming back." The male moved into a sitting position and looked up at Softwing. "You've seen her - please tell me; what were your thoughts about her? Not about her clan, or the things the hill clan said; what are your impressions?"

Softwing paused to think. "She... is young. Emotional, rash. She was furious at losing to you, and didn't care about making a scene, even if it meant others would know of her..." The dragon paused, not wanting to use the word 'humiliation'. "Defeat. And... the way she treated... um..."

Listener dipped his head. "You can tell me; I won't be offended."

Softwing poked at the ground with a claw. Despite his assurance it was still odd to tell a male to his face about how another female treated males. "She found a male at the tavern; I think she took her anger at you out on him. She... forced him to submit, with... erm... her mouth." Softwing shifted her posture, strangely uncomfortable describing the scene to Listener. "But she seemed to enjoy humiliating him most of all; he was actually fairly handsome, but she went out of her way to insult him, even telling his female that he wasn't worth being in her harem. I think she's done that before, to other males."

The male seemed to grow distant, thoughtful. "I see."

"If she beats you... I don't think she'll just stop with hunting rights. She'll want to humiliate you, both for her own pleasure and revenge." Softwing spread her wings in uncertainty, not sure how to offer help. "I don't think she's going to be like the other challenges you've faced."

Listener's expression changed to a strange smile. "Of that I am certain. Thank you for granting me your aid, Softwing; I should plan now for her coming." He gave another respectful dip of his head to the female.

"Fly high, Listener." Softwing stretched her wings and took to the air, leaving the male to his preparations.

Stormscry perched on a branch of a high tree and fumed. She had arrived to the clan a few hours ago, and had been met by a dragon she vaguely remembered - Dawn something or other, but her name didn't seem important. All that mattered to her was that male, and paying him back for what he had done. Done to her. The insult demanded retribution.

Her challenge had been defeated, and as such she could not demand a new challenge for hunting rights. She had tried to think of some way to force another fight, some excuse or grievance that she could raise to demand the impudent male take the field against her once more... but after hours of flight she had still been unable to think of anything. As much as it angered her to admit, she had been defeated in one on one combat. Clan laws were sometimes different between clans, but in this matter they were always clear - her demands were void. She could request a rematch, but it was completely up to the victor to actually grant it.

So it only made her rage grow further when the dragon who met her proclaimed that Listener already knew she felt the first fight had been unfair and was willing to grant her a rematch.

That the male knew she was coming, that he was willing to fight her again anyways, that he presumed to grant her _permission_to fight him even before she had demanded it... it all pushed Stormscry's blood to boiling. She had waited only long enough to hear that Listener would meet her at the same forest as before, and flew off in a rage.

She had circled over the forest at first, letting her smoldering rage build with anticipation of defeating the male... but after a few laps her thoughts caught up with her. The male had cheated, there was no doubt about that - she could never lose to one otherwise - but this had been a part of how he had cheated. Instead of rising to meet her immediately, as was proper, he had waited many hours while she flew in circles and tired herself out. She had been tired and he had been rested.

Stormscry had hissed in anger and circled once more before spotting the tree standing slightly above the others, and had picked its branches to rest on. Now she would be just as rested as him whenever the male finally emerged. Without such a cheap advantage she was certain to prevail over him. And then... and then she would drag him back to his clan, preferably kicking and screaming, and show all of the females how males were supposed to be treated. First with her mouth, then with her pussy. No - the male probably was a scrawny thing; he probably wouldn't be capable of submitting to her twice. She would have to settle with dominating him once with her nethers, while the whole clan watched...

She squirmed as arousal began to mix with her anger. If only the blasted male would show himself! She had been waiting hours, again; how dare he delay her victory! She was hungry - she had left the hill clan without breakfast, too determined to wait - and her stomach was growling a faint echo of her own anger.

She turned her head to look behind her as she _finally_heard a sound from that direction. A dragon broke through the treetops and began to circle above her. She thought it was Listener, but the form was concealed with some sort of clothing; she could only really make out the dragon's wings. The dragon circled again, banking to the side before dropping to land on a branch a ways off from Stormscry.

"What are you wearing? Is that... are those curtains?" Stormscry squinted at the dragon, who pulled the cowl back from its face. It was Listener.

"Not quite. This was crafted by a clan you probably conquered at some point." Listener folded his wings in, letting the flaps in the garment fall closed over them.

Stormscry glared back at him. "It looks like a curtain." Listener simply dipped his head, acknowledging her words but neither agreeing or disagreeing... which only made her angrier. "Why are you even wearing it? With a body as hideous as yours, I can understand wanting to conceal it, but I've already seen what's underneath it. I know you're a male; you aren't fooling anyone."

The grin that spread over Listener's face disturbed Stormscry on some level she didn't quite understand. Was it... sad? How could a smile have so much sorrow in it? "I wear this to help others fool themselves. I have not lied to you. And I never will. You will always have honesty from me, Stormscry."

The female hissed and shook his head. Males. Whatever he was rambling about couldn't be important. She puffed herself up a little and stretched her wings. "You have made a mistake in bringing it. You cheated last time, but your trickery won't help you this time. I will tear it from your body when I defeat you, and leave it in shreds on the forest floor."

Listener looked back down at his own body, extending his own wings again. "I have had this for a long time now. Perhaps it is time to get a new one anyways."

Stormscry hissed and bared her teeth. "Mock me all you want now! You will be singing only your humiliation when I drag you back to your clan and show them all how pitiful you are!"

Listener tilted his head, amber eyes glowing with curiosity. "And what would you do then? Drag me back to your clan, to be a trophy within your harem?"

The dragon scoffed. "You? In my harem? You foolish male. My skill and might deserve only the best - males come from across the land, bringing gifts and treasures in the hope that I might consider them. Most are only worth passing on to my clanmates; only the best of them are welcome in my clan. A male such as you is not even worth belonging in a harem of the lowest male in one of the clans I have conquered. You should count yourself lucky to even have the chance at being used even once by me; you are scrawny, your claws and teeth are dirty and blemished, your wings are dull and do not shine even beneath the Breeding Light. If you wish to dream big, dream of perhaps one day serving the males in one of my subordinate's harems - you will never be worth belonging to me."

Listener's eyes closed and he sighed. "I hear." He gave a firm flap of his wings and looked back at his opponent. "Shall we begin?"

Stormscry roared in outrage. This was impossible! There was no way - none! She was the strongest female, the conqueror of her neighbors, a hunter great enough to supply her clan even through the coldest winters. She had emerged victorious through countless fights!

She could not have been beaten by that puny male - not even once, and certainly not again!

She thrashed even harder, but the sap held her just as fast to the tree. Her chest burned from the kick Listener had delivered, the surprisingly powerful one that had sent her hurtling into the backwards into the tree.

Listener flapped slowly into view, settling back onto a branch across from her. He tilted his head... then tilted it even further, bending it all the way around to look at her.

Backwards and upside down.

"You will suffer for this outrage!" She squirmed again, pulling at her legs and tail, but to no use. She panted from her struggles and from the fight, but still managed to glare the sharpest of claws at the male in her view.

Listener ignored her and instead retrieved another stone jar from under his clothes, setting it down beside him on the branch. He looked back over himself and sighed. "You were correct after all, Stormscry."

The trapped dragon blinked as she struggled. "What? What are you talking about?"

He poked at his clothing... then tugged at it. The entire garment pulled through, breaking around long slashes in the length. He held it in a paw for a moment, expression sad... then let it fall. It broke into pieces as it fell upwards in Stormscry's view, gliding slowly to the ground above her.

Good riddance. The male had used it to _cheat_again; in the whirl of combat the loose-fitting garment had made it impossible to judge just exactly where the male's body was, and slashes that should have injured or crippled him had instead tangled in the strange garment.

Stormscry turned her attention back to the male, tilting her head as far as it could move. "Hmph. You are better off without it. Best that females know what a hideous thing you are, instead of making the mistake you are worthy of their attention."

Listener glanced back at her... then laughed in that strange rasping voice of his. "Ha... ahahaha..."

Stormscry blinked, interrupted from her rant. Her words should be cutting the male to the core, not... not causing him to laugh! "What? What are you laughing at?"

Listener simply grinned. "Oh... just listening." He took a few steps closer to the tree trunk, leaning over her and lifting a paw. Was he... was he going to touch her?!

Stormscry growled in warning... then gasped in surprise as the claw brushed over the soft scales between her legs, sliding slowly towards her slit. She was suddenly aware of just how aroused she was. Her fantasy of what she would do to the male, the fight... even the situation she found herself in now, with a male so close to her.

She blushed suddenly, aware of what Listener was laughing at - and that he had touched her! Not just touched her, but touched her there! She was a female; she touched males, she was the one who made them submit to her touch! To be touched by a male at all, but especially without permission - as if she would grant such a thing - was unheard of, was outrageous, was...

...was a good feeling? Much better than her own claws...

Listener paused at Stormscry's expression. "You seem to be much more excited than the last time we fought. Hmm... I wonder..." The claw between her legs shifted until she felt his entire paw resting over her slit, the warm scales brushing smoothly over them and sending a shiver through her.

"S-stop! Do not touch me!"

Listener tilted his head to look from her nethers to her face, blinking in surprise. "Stop? Why? Is this not what happens after a victory - the winner dominates, and forces their opponent to submit? I have known of many females who do this after a victory..."

"Y-you dare... You are not a female! You should not even be in these challenges at all, much less to have the role of victor; the only fight you belong in is for a dragon to claim you for their hare-haaa!" Stormscry broke off from her protests as one of the male's claws slipped between her lips, sliding into her and brushing along sensitive flesh.

"Don't worry, Stormscry. I have no intention of bringing you into my harem today. Like yours, it is only for those worthy of it." Listener's claw slipped deeper, probing the female curiously and exploring what lay beyond view.

Stormscry couldn't understand the expression on Listener's face. Curiosity? Arousal? Excitement? With where her head was trapped she could clearly see that a part of his body much lower was showing excitement, but... wait... what had he said? "You... y-you! Your harem would double in magnificence with me in it, regardless of h-how many... I belong in no one's harem; especially not yours!" The dragon tried to kick at the male's head, but it was still stuck fast in the sap.

"Do all females in your clan get this wet from a simple touch, or are you the greatest of your clan in that regard too?" Listener slowly withdrew his claw from her, using his paw to rub gently over her slit and sending more warmth and pleasure through her body... then brought his paw away. He moved it to his mouth, slowly enough that she could make out the gleaming fluids clinging to the claw... and then he opened his mouth and licked along the length of his claw. "Hmm. Despite your other flaws, you do have a nice taste. And scent."

Stormscry's eyes bulged in outrage at the male's act. He had just licked away her fluids? Impossible! She controlled her juices; they were meant to grace the cock of whatever male she felt worthy of taking - they were not some snack for his curiosity! "H-how dare you!"

Listener looked away from the claw to meet Stormscry's eyes. "I have defeated you twice now in combat. You are weaker than me. I don't see how this is that daring of me at all." Listener looked back to his claw... and with that he simply took it entirely into his mouth, closing his maw and suckling softly along it. "Mmmm..."

The pinned dragon just stared, emotions broiling over. She was as outraged and humiliated as she could imagine being - and despite herself, arousal was climbing to meet those feelings as well. She had never imagined another dragon licking a claw clean of her own juices, and the sight of it caused another stirring inside her groin. She couldn't think of words appropriate for the situation, and her mouth hung open in limp disbelief.

Listener pulled his claw free of his mouth, and what little sunlight filtered through the leaves above gleamed off his saliva. "I have an idea. Since I have had to go through the trouble of defeating you twice now, I should enjoy the spoils of my victory." The male reached towards her again, his paw resting flat against her and rubbing gently over her pussy. "And I am certain you would appreciate leaving before nightfall. So I will make you a deal - if you submit to me, I will let you go; if you do not do so before night, I will release you then."

Stormscry glared back, trying to ignore the pleasure the male's paw was bringing her with its slow, firm rubs. "Stuff your deal - I will never submit to you. Go take another nap; I would rather not hear you prattle on any longer."

Listener chuckled. "You are in no position to make demands. We will see what happens. But don't worry - I will not trouble your ears with my voice any longer." Stormscry tried to stretch her head further downwards to see what the male was doing, what he was talking about, but she couldn't move it far enough, and...

A sudden sensation replaced the male's paw on her nethers. It didn't make sense at first; it was thin, warm, wet, writhing; it snaked between her legs and teased at her lips. It seemed to seek out her juices, gathering them away... and then it dove inwards. It was too small to spread her, but it curled and slipped around, tapping ever so gently at various points...

Stormscry gasped in surprise - and pleasure - as she realized what was happening. Listener was invading her, stroking her depths with his tongue...

There was a soft chuckle above her. Listener must have picked up on her realization, or maybe just her gasp. The tongue paused... then it stroked deeper, probing and tapping further inside her with more vigor.

Stormscry struggled, squeezing her muscles... but that only seemed to make the tongue feel better, as it brought more of her walls in contact with the sneaky muscle. She bit her lip, trying not to...

A musical moan escaped her as she felt the tip of Listener's tongue poke at the sensitive place at the top of her walls. She knew that spot well; she took great pleasure in touching it with her claws, or angling one of her males to it as she forced him to submit to her squeezes and bounces. That spot, and its two sisters, at each tip of the joins in her passage. The tongue was strange in comparison to her claws, or to the thick flesh of a male, but it was not unpleasant. It felt wonderful, actually; she found herself wishing the tongue was larger, so it could touch more...

No! She would not give in to this humiliation. She forced her breathing to slow as Listener's tongue circled the sensitive spot, as if the male was taunting her by telling her quite clearly his tongue knew where that was. She braced herself, expecting - even hoping, almost - the tongue would begin to probe and stab at the spot; males were always so excitable, and once they got excited would hammer away for all they were worth if you let them...

The tongue drifted away from the join in her folds, sliding delightfully along her. It didn't even begin to compare to the feeling she had just experienced, but it was still amazing. Listener's tongue... "Ooooo..."

The male's wings spread a little as his tongue continued to explore, drawing ever closer to the next super sensitive spot...

Stormscry hissed in frustration as the tongue stopped just short of touching the place of pleasure. She tried to kick her legs, tried squeezing harder, but the tongue simply danced away, moving on to the next join. Did the male not know? No... he couldn't be that stupid, he couldn't...

Her eyes narrowed and she growled. He was teasing_her! The _impudence! She opened her mouth, ready to verbally berate him... but no sooner had she opened her mouth than his tongue had snaked back, gently stroking the spot it had just avoided. The protest was swallowed in another moan, one she couldn't avoid swallowing.

The male gave another slow circle with his tongue, sliding just around the edge and making sure she was aware he knew about it. And then it began sliding upwards again, traveling to the third and final place of pleasure within her...

A sudden pressure on her legs was the only warning she had before a cool claw spread her, sliding slowly into her center while his tongue continued to tease over the edges. The claw was slow, careful not to cut her... but present all the same, and spreading her all the more delightfully with the slowness of its advance...

Stormscry shivered, squirming again. "S-stop this! R-release... nnngh..." The dragon groaned as the tongue darted to strike her third and final point of pleasure, even as the claw suddenly surged downwards to tap right against her inner barrier.

The male held his claw in place, but his tongue went wild. It started a teasing half circle around her final spot, similar to what it had done with the other two... but before finishing, it darted away, sliding along her flesh. It tapped a place of pleasure, then another, then the first again... then it writhed, squirming and pressing into that spot, driving into it...

Stormscry felt her excitement rising, and she fought to drive it back down. She could not give in to this male, no matter how amazing it felt! He would never bring that from her, no matter how long...

Maybe it was being trapped against the tree. Maybe it was being upside down, with the blood rushing to her head. Maybe it was the utter strangeness of the situation, with a male_bringing her pleasure without her command. Maybe it was just the uniqueness of a tongue teasing within her. Whatever it was, she felt the pressure building inside her, signalling the approach of her release. Of her submission to him, of her defeat. She couldn't, couldn't reward the male with that, but the sensations felt so _good...

She roared in fury as the male stopped. His claw held still, his tongue stopped writhing, even the soft breathing she had just now realized was teasing her entrance seemed to fade. The pressure that had been building started to fade, leaving her unsatisfied in a way she had never before experienced. She was always in control of her own pleasure; she never_went unfulfilled, and to do so now because this _male had decided to...

She panted again, her anger driving her temperature higher and distracting her from her fading pleasure, and understanding came once more. The male was teasing her again - that had been intentional, that had been his goal from the beginning. To bring her right to the edge and then leave her there! That was his plan - not to take her submission, the way a normal female would do; no, he was a male. He was going to tease her, again and again, until she gave him her submission!

Her eyes narrowed and she growled as she felt the male's claw suddenly shift and begin a slow up and down motion inside her. This was going to be a long, long night...

The claw inside her slid up again... and to her surprise, it continued away, withdrawing from her. It had been taking all her concentration and focus to not give in to the male - to not scream, to not kick, to not give him the satisfaction of her moans - and she had lost track of how many times he had brought her to the edge with his tongue and claw before going still. The claw's motion - down, then up, then down, then up - had always been the same, always, and had never changed... until now. When it slipped free her walls flexed involuntarily, clinging to the tongue still teasing her depths, desperate to keep it from escaping too... but the thin muscle squirmed free, not even slowed down by the futile grip of her walls. She could feel how puffy her lips must be, she could feel her juices dripping from her lips and drenching her pussy, her legs, her belly... she needed satisfaction, and the male was drawing away?!

"It is night." She could barely make out the rasping words over the sound of her own heavy breathing, and they seemed to hold no meaning at all to her lust addled mind. She felt the male move away from her, coming completely back into view as he climbed back over the branch. He retrieved a stone pot and turned towards her, and her eyes bulged in surprise - his muzzle was sopping wet, drenched from her juices. Her scent was all around her, coming from her, coming from him, coming from the tree itself; all where her own juices had leaked during the male's teases. The evidence of sex was all around them - but not once had either one of them found satisfaction.

The warm feel of Listener's paw returned to her scales, but not where she really wanted them - just on her side. It stroked downwards, where her body met the tree, and slathered a slimy substance along it. He was wasting time - he should return to her cunt, he should bring his tongue back, should give the release she deserved...

Her lower body sagged, pulling suddenly free of the tree. The male caught her, keeping her from falling.away, and guided her to a branch. Stormscry moaned, so aroused and desperate that she didn't even care that he had handled her in such a manner. She only wanted... no!

The sound of the male's wings was painful to her. He had flown away! He had... he had left her like this, with intense need burning through every muscle, from the tip of her wings to the end of her tail... even her horns radiated with need, and he had just left?!

Stormscry rolled onto her back, not caring what else might be around her. Her own paws dove for her pussy and the sudden sensation of her own claws filled her reality. She went straight for the places of pleasure, not wasting any time...

She was so engrossed in her own efforts that she completely missed the amber eyes watching her from a branch below and in the distance, or Listener's quiet grin as her roar of bliss filled the forest.