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"Show yourself, wretched witch!" The crude call echoed through the cave. The voice belonged to a powerful, massively built red dragon, looking around with searching eyes. Those very eyes that burned with a ruby-like fire of hatred, and the heavy horn curling back from its' skull, presented the dragon as quite the intimidating sight. Strong, thick limbs, as well as his self confident demeanor underlined this. There was no denying it, this prime example of the draconic species had won many battles, conquered many foes.

But what was he seeking in this dimly lit cave? What was the reason for his anger?

"I know you're here!" the dragon growled "You can't hide your stench! Show yourself, and I promise I will give you a swift end, even if you don't deserve it." Red eyes flickered from shadow to shadow. Where was she hiding?

A gentle, feminine voice carried to him "But why would I deserve death? What have I ever done to you?" the voice echoed from the walls of the cave, dancing shadows cast by braziers making discerning the source not any easier.

"Do not play coy, creature!" the dragon roared "Your kind is a stain upon these lands! You are perversions of nature, vermin, and like vermin you must be exterminated!"

"And so you have taken that glorious task upon yourself?" The voice didn't sound scared or intimidated. It sounded...bored. "May I ask you who you are, you oh valiant warrior, who vowed himself to slay a helpless female?"

"Do not dare mock me!" the dragon growled "You are far from helpless, far from innocent, wretched creature! And I, Urakaan, shall cleanse this world of your filth!"

"There, wasn't so hard for you to spill your name, was it?" From the shadows, a slender figure emerged, slowly, gracefully. Like Urakaan, she was a dragon, though where he was thick and muscled, she was slender and delicate, where he radiated overwhelming strength, she radiated alluring grace. Thin, long horns crowned her skull, and her entire body seemed delicate and tender. A gleaming amethyst-like stone sat on her forehead, glowing faintly.

Yet, she did not flinch in the face of the brute in front of her.

"I suppose it's only fair I introduce myself too. I'm Zuuva, but you may call me Mistress. If you do, I may yet spare you." If a creature could slither while walking on four legs, the jet-black dragoness did so with ease. "How have you found me though? I can't imagine a slab of meat like you tracked me down all by themselves. Who are your accomplices?"

"Despicable Nether-drake! Your stench carries far and wide, even a hatchling could catch it. And for your mockeries, you shall die now!" the male roared as he reared up and charged forward.

And immediately skidded to a halt. The amethyst on the females' forehead had started glowing. The red dragon shook his head as if to shoo away a fly, a faint purple gleam in his eyes. "Hrrrn, NO, your magic will not work on me, witch! You can try, but I will surpass it, I will best you!"

"I can try?" The dragoness snickered "Sweetheart, _this_is how it looks when I try!" The glow intensified. Urakaan went wide-eyed for a moment, then froze up, eyes staring straight ahead, his entire body unmoving. The red of his eyes had been completely engulfed by a purple hue

Zuuva clicked her tongue in disapproval. Pathetic. These weak minded brutes always thought they could resist her arcane might, but they were all equally easy to subjugate. Although, the fact that this one had found her was much more concerning. He had blamed it on her smell although she severely doubted that she...

Unless...

The onyx dragoness sighed heavily and looked over to the slack-jawed male. Of course he had found her by scent. How could he not?

Nether-dragons were powerful creatures. Despite their more delicate physical frame, they made more than up for that by virtue of their magical ability to subvert weaker-minded creatures. And to a Nether-drake, nearly any creature was weak-minded.

Their kind was rarely welcome. Nether-dragons had made themselves an ill reputation with their ability to subjugate other, often regarded as slave-lords and tyrants. Some of was deserved, probably. But that bad reputation also caused far too many valiant knights set out on quests to slay the evil sorcerers and witches, in Zuuvas' mind at least.

Her kind was low in numbers as a result, and raising offspring was difficult. This circumstance was mad worse by the fact that they had excruciatingly slow heat cycles. A year of fertility was followed by decades spent barren.

Irritatingly for Zuuva, she was in such a year of fertility. And while she herself barely registered her scent, the unique flavor must have lured this unfortunate male right to her. She sighed again. She'd have to find a new cave. If this brute had found her, it was only a matter of time until someone competent found her, and she'd rather not take her chances. But that still left her with the issue of her heat attracting more unwanted guests. She had already flown far in search of a mate, but she had not found any other Nether-dragons, either because they hid themselves well, or because there were none in the distance she could comfortably fly from her current roost.

But maybe...

"Mayhaps I have yet some use to you." She looked at the motionless Urakaan. He gave no response, continuing to stare ahead into nothingness. Not that she had expected any kind of response. He was hers now, through and through, his body little more than a plaything for her whims. And she intended to play with him quite thoroughly.

She gracefully slithered to his side. Drool was slowly spilling from the red dragons' maw, his head devoid of any conscious thought. At his back, Zuuva looked between the males hindquarters, which were currently quite obstructed by his thick, red tail. But not for long.

"Lift your tail, I wish to inspect you" she commanded. She didn't actually need to issue her orders verbally, his mind intrinsically linked to her own, but she had to admit, she liked to feel the rush of power she got from having other creatures jump at her words. Following her command, Urakaan raised his tail to present her his goods like a good slave.

The dragoness hungrily licked over her teeth as she saw what he was packing. Two round, firm and absolutely massive orbs hung beneath the dragons tail, almost grinding against his thighs. Beyond, she could see a heavy, drooping sheath, easily on par with the balls. "You're one big breeder, aren't you?"

Her words were more than idle musings. The more male dragons had sex, the more productive their sack got, to make up for the increased demand. And be the looks of it, there was quite the demand for this dragons seed. Perhaps he had sought to impress one of his hens by slaying the onyx dragoness. Well, now he would do something completely different from slaying, whether he wanted to or not.

Flaring her nostrils, she brought her head close to the males' equipment taking in the scents of his tailhole and the musk of his masculinity. It was intoxicating. Quite arousing, of course. "What a lucky girl I am..." she murmured, licking over his balls, sampling the taste and warmth. Their musky tart spoke of virility, of full bellies and big clutches. Zuuva almost started drooling herself as she licked over the taut, leathery skin.

The male groaned as her tongue danced over his jewels, the instinctive part of his brain responding to the stimulation, even if he didn't consciously register it. His sheath started throbbing, but with full control over his body, the dragoness simply suppressed his arousal. He gave a strained sigh as his body disobeyed his basest instincts, his male tool remaining flaccid in his sheath. At least for now.

She slithered past him towards the walls of the cave. Rising up and putting her foreclaws on the stone, tail turned towards the drooling male and raised high, putting her delicate folds on display. Any normal male would have immediately tried to pounce her, but not this one, not while his mind was merely an extension of her own. He simply gave an excited growl when her heat-laden scent hit him, his mind screaming at him to mount and breed, but of course Zuuva wouldn't have that yet.

She curled her head around, looking at the enslaved dragon, mouth open, eyes empty, and just waiting for her command. She gave him a mental nudge, a nudge that was meant to finally let his body become erect. A choking gasp escaped his muzzle as all of a sudden his repressed arousal hit him all at once in full force. The dragoness had to suppress a longing moan as the male awkwardly stumbled on his spot as his tool rapidly unsheathed itself and inflated, his dulled mind confused by its disobedient body.

She could not hold back the second moan that escaped her when Urakaans penis slid into view. Nether-dragons were built lean and graceful, something that extended to the males' genitalia.

This on the other hand?

Calling it a log would be understating it. This cock was as imposing as its owner, thick, long, and lined with hard ridges on the under- and upper-side of its red, throbbing glory. The imposing sight of this pulsing monster was contrasted by its owners' almost hatchling-like confusion at all the contradictory impulses flooding his head. At the one hand, he needed to breed, rut and seed, on the other, his body didn't obey him, so he was left awkwardly humping the air, with what little thrusts he could manage on his own. His cock was violently jumping up and down, loudly slapping against his belly and uncomfortably scraping over the ground, leaving clear, wet trails across both.

When a pitiful whine came from the males throat, Zuuva couldn't contain herself any longer. "Over here, you big, dumb bastard, why don't you come to your mistress and pound the mean, evil Nether-dragoness into the wall?" she hissed as she pulled on the magic strings holding his spirit. She could feel his raw, bestial lust echoing in her own mind as he hastily stumbled over to where she was standing against the rocky side of the cave.

Urakaans tongue greedily flickered forth from between his fangs, nonchalantly scraping over her engorged clit and diving straight between her folds. Like everything about the red dragon, his tongue was huge, much, much larger than any member of her own species had packing between his haunches. She nearly lost her footing when the bright pink organ wedged itself down her tunnel, soothing the fire that had burned inside her for months. Her climax was already approaching at breakneck speed, but she was the on in control here, not this mindless male. Mentally, she forced him to pull out, sending a rich splatter over the cold stone has his tongue vacated her cunt. The denied male whined pitifully at being withheld such a rich feast, but she didn't care about his plight. Only her own need mattered, and she wanted it sated in one, glorious motion, not send her first proper release in ages down some puppets throat.

"Mount me" she breathlessly commanded, both verbally and mentally as she turned her head to face the stone again. She could feel Urakaan shifting behind her, rearing up, then slamming down his foreclaws into the stone to the side of her head. The stone shattered under the force, small pebbles raining down every which way. _Such power!_she mused.

Due to their difference in size, the male had to squat down quite far to line up his cock. She could feel the discomfort it caused him as he bent his knees and his massive orbs scraped over the cold floor. As her boytoys feelings and emotions reflected in her own mind, it crossed her that this was merely a very extravagant form of masturbation.

The male gave a frustrated whine as he humped against her and failed to hit his mark, his cock repeatedly slapping against her underside and the floor. Zuuva raised a leg to balance on the other and line her slit up with his member while she commanded him to hold still for a moment. Glancing down, she could see her comparatively tiny cunt rubbing against the tapered head of his massive cock. Fortunately, dragons could be described quite aptly as 'elastic', something that helped them with swallowing large prey. And of course, was rather convenient for mating when one considered the many shapes and sizes various dragon species could have.

She took a deep breath as she braced herself. Then she put her other leg on the ground again, causing the males' cock to penetrate her.

She went cross eyed for a moment, an undignified, shuddering moan escaping her throat. After months of being alone with her heat, her tail and claws, she finally found something thick, pulsing and warm to impale herself on. Her unwilling mate gave a equally out-of-character squawk as he entered her snug, tight tunnel, despite barely his tip having entered her.

The dragoness could feel his ridges viciously raking across her insides, and at the same time, she could feel those very same ridges scraping across something wet and warm. With her grip on the poor males' mind, even with him being little more than an instinct-driven animal, she could feel his feelings and emotions echo in her own head. Experiencing the pleasures of both a female and, even if somewhat dulled, a male body, was overwhelming.

Urakaan was mindlessly humping his powerful hips into her with short, quick thrusts, feeding his flesh into her bit by bit, his balls working double time to churn up more and more cream to shoot into her ready and waiting womb. His awkward position did little to lessen his own arousal, in fact, his peak was approaching rapidly already, his knot starting to inflate, despite him being only halfway sheathed in the dragoness.

Zuuva herself was confused for a moment by the feelings radiating from her toy. This tightness, this burning in his crotch, it was vaguely familiar, but she could not pin down what it was. He gave an excited chirp, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth. Then she realized what was happening. He had only worked her tunnel halfway open, and yet he was about to blow his load. And as tempting as it was, to have him simply bloat her on the spot, she could not have that.

A magic impulse ended the males' budding orgasm. He gave a dissatisfied groan, that quickly turned into desperate humping as he was denied his peak. A rich, cloudy gush of precum was all that escaped his cock, glazing the dragoness' insides with its wet promise of fertility. The Nether-drake subdued his futile humps with another mental command, forcing him to stay still, to much further confusion of his simple brain. He had experienced such pleasure, pleasure he associated with the sweet, soothing release of cum, yet his balls were still achingly full and bloated. He wanted to keep trying and empty his load of course, but now he couldn't even hump.

He gave a choking sob. What cruel thing was happening to him?

Hearing this huge, bulky dragon cry like a hatchling sent shivers of perverse delight down her spine. Physical power was nice and all, but in the end, it was just for show. A show she still very much enjoyed nevertheless. "Aww, you poor, big bastard." She cooed to him like a child "Is the mean witch-dragon not letting you bust your nut?" Urakaan groaned in response. She doubted he actually understood her, more likely he was simply asking for her attention, like the pet he was. She craned her neck to look up at his face. He stared down at her with pleading eyes, panting and whimpering pitifully.

"I'm sorry, but you don't get to until you take that nice, fat slab of meat"-she wriggled her hips around the aformiented- "and cram it all the way into my womb, and until that that big, juicy knot"-she raised a hindleg to gently drag her claws over the fleshy bulb- "is spreading my legs further than they should be able to. Then you can drop your load. Does that sound nice, hm?" In response, she got a croon that could mean anything really, but it sufficed her as acknowledgment. "Now then, get back to work. Slow and steady this time, alright?"

Urakaan huffed as he followed her mental instructions, starting to grind into her, working her insides open further and further. Despite her body not being meant for such a massive member, being a dragon meant that one simply had to work a bit for it. Before, the male had simply crammed himself into her without pace or reason, but now, she could truly savor it as inch after inch of hot, steel-hard dragon-cock was worked into her.

The red dragon huffed as he worked his ridges through her tight cunt. Through the mental images flashing to him from his hen, he realized that he wouldn't find release until all if his cock was buried inside that snug orifice. He growled as he started humping more forcefully, determined to find the denied release. His cock burned with the force of orgasm, and yet, the only thing that came from it was frustration as he pried her open further and further with those iron ridges.

Zuuva could feel him starting to get closer and closer to her fertile sanctuary, each thrust drawing closer to her cervix, but his awkward position made it hard for him to thrust, and with her legs on the ground, his tapered cock was starting to have difficulties fitting between them without scraping against the dark scales of her thighs. Seeking to alleviate this issue, the dragoness raised a hindleg, propping it high up against the cave-wall while commanding her fucktoy to angle his thrusts slightly different.

Urakaan breathlessly obliged, his swollen knot looming closer and closer to her entrance. His penis itself was already forcing her legs apart, but the fleshy bulb more than doubled it in size. She couldn't wait to have him spread her even wider, force that meaty, juicy bulge into her enflamed cunt. She had no doubt she could take it, her heat-addled pussy-lips being absolutely insatiable during her heat. Then, she felt something pricking her deep inside.

The males' tip was kissing against her cervix, assaulting the fleshy ring but not yet breaking it open. A frustrated grunt escaped the red dragons throat as he was suddenly unable to go any deeper, the lower quarter of his shaft, together with his knot still subject to the merciless embrace of the air. She curled her tail around his powerful thigh and spoke: "You want to get in there, you big dumb bastard? Well, go ahead then. Force yourself in there. Make me scream, force me open with all your strength like the brainless breeder you are!" Her bad-mouthing was as irrelevant to him, as it was arousing to her, but talking down to this massive, mindless beast was getting her engines going in so many ways. She sent another command into his mind.

And was immediately lifted off the ground. Her own surprised squawk was drowned out by the triumphant roar of the male as he straightened his legs from the squatting position he had been in, rearing far up the wall and robbing the dragoness of her footing. All her limbs flailed in the air for a moment before she caught the bottom of the males neck with her foreclaws. Her claws digging gashes into the red scales, she barely held on as he continued rutting into her with wild abandon, her cervix fighting a loosing battle to remain shut.

Zuuva steadied her legs on the males' thighs, digging into the scales here as well. Neither of them paid attention to the dribbles of red fluid dropping from the scratches, too caught up in their violent mating. She craned her neck up, looking at his skull looming above her. His breath went labored, eyes staring straight ahead and tongue flopping from the corner of his mouth. "Kiss me!" she gasped breathlessly.

The massive dragon turned his head down to hear, mouth slightly agape and saliva dripping down on her, tongue wriggling forth into her open mouth.

Calling it a kiss would be a misnomer. It was more like the male tongue-fucking her throat, not that Zuuva saw any reason to complain as that dexterous organ filled her gullet. A deep growl coming from the male vibrated through her body as she could feel her cervix finally giving in and allowing his prick to bury into her ova-brimming womb. His knot was looming mere inches away from her cunt-lips, all to eager to test their resolve.

Whimpering, she ordered her fucktoy to withdraw his tongue, leaving behind copious amounts of tart saliva. She had been hovering on the edge of orgasm for a while now, ready to burst any moment, but she wanted to be knotted first, at any cost.

Urakaan gave a labored grunt as he withdrew his tongue. The Nether-dragoness could feel his cock burning with unreleased pressure, but she could also feel his determination to wedge his knot inside her. She very much appreciated that. "Just about there!" she gasped "Now you big fucker, do the only thing you're good for"-she wrapped her hindlegs around his balls, using them as leverage-"take that big fucking knot"-she braced herself-"and breed your fucking hen like the dumb beast you are!"

And he did just that.

Again, the male roared triumphantly as he slammed his hips upward. At first, Zuuva was simply thrust upwards by his knot, their position not really permitting him to force her onto his knot, but she quickly pulled her legs tighter, closer, allowing for less movement between her and that massive orb pair. And the fleshy bulb beyond, of course.

Her poor, swollen, heated vulva was quickly being forced open, that thick knot digging its' way between those delicious folds. But even with the vast amounts of lubrication Zuuvas cunt was producing, it could not burrow its way full in. Wet slaps echoed in the cave as the middle, thus the widest portion of the knot launched futile after futile assault upon her gates. The males body slumped slightly.

He growled in frustration. Why could he not between those heavenly folds promising release? His knot remained in the cold air, just inches away from the warm embrace every male strived for. It never crossed his mind to use one of his paws for force the hen the last few inches onto him, lacking the initiative for such an action in his current form. He gave a defeated grunt as he slowed down. Frustrated defeat engulfed his primal mind. He did realize that without knotting the female, he would not find release, but he was unable to do so, and thus was doomed to never spill his seed again.

Zuuva saw those thoughts echo in her mind. But she would not have that.

While he was still humping, she spread her legs as far as she could, which was as far as she had to to admit his knot, then hooked them carefully under his balls. Then she pulled. She pulled herself onto this fat bulb.

A noisy, wet POP echoed through the cave.

Both dragons' breath hitched.

A shuddering moan escaped the female as she orgasmed. Immediately, it was drowned out by the males' earth shattering roar, shaking her bones and the cave itself.

She could feel his cumtube bloating up. His balls jumping against her crotch as they pumped out his load. Every pulse as his seed rushed through his cock. And of course, the explosion of white, creamy cum inside her womb.

His first shot almost hurt, with such force it hit the back of her fertile sanctuary. The second followed immediately behind the first, and so did the third and fourth, and all the ones that came after. Her poor, defenseless eggs were quickly drowned in fertile, lively dragon seed, which wasted no time making sure each one was thoroughly fertilized.

He didn't stop once her womb was filled to the brim with his essence, after all, the torturous edging he had received made it like he had been pent up for months. Her oviducts were next to be filled with scalding, creamy cum, ensuring any eggs still hidden in there would too contribute to her rapidly growing clutch.

Speaking of growing, the inordinate amount of sperm caused Zuuvas' belly to bloat and grow, the red dragons' knot ensuring not a drop escaped her, all of it locked tight in her womb and vaginal tunnel. She put a paw on her growing midsection, amazed by her belly already looking like she was at the peak of pregnancy.

And there was no end to his Urakaans' flood. For a moment, the female was worried as she swelled and swelled, but soon, his knot mercifully failed its purpose, allowing thick, white strings to leak from her abused cunt.

Zuuva sighed happily as she slowly came down from her high. It had been an overpowering experience, first feeling that thick knot wedge itself inside her, then feeling the male cumming from his perspective due to their mind-link, and then being positively bloated up afterwards. "You did well, you big bastard-breeder" she breathlessly smiled "Don't worry, I'll take good care of your bastard clutch."

The male toppled over, his back falling heavily to the ground, his body thoroughly exhausted. She shifted her hips, enjoying the feeling of fullness. She'd take a quick nap, then leave to find a new cave. With her heat sated for now, there shouldn't be as many unwelcome visitors.

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Urakaan blinked his eyes open. Where was he? Apparently lying on a s rocky surface, judging by the way his right side felt. Why was he here though? Unsteadily, he tried to rise to his feet.

And immediately slumped back to the ground with a pained groan. His crotch felt like it had been dipped in molten rock. _Right,_that was what he had been doing. Fucking a witch-dragon.

Not that he had any clear recollection of it happening, everything in his mind seemed to be covered in thick fog. But he could clearly recall picking up a peculiar scent, and formulating a plan.

Zuuva' assumption that he was a breeder had been true. The females lifted their tail for him as soon as they saw him, eager to carry his brood. And that had grown stale. He missed chasing down his hens, fighting for his right to breed them. Thus, new avenues had to be explored.

Urakaan nursed his sore, sticky scrotum. It had been a risk, yes. There had been no guarantee the dragoness wouldn't just kill him. He had gambled that she was too horny to pass up a free breeder-cock. Of course, she wouldn't have trusted him if he just told her that he wanted to fuck her, and it also would have robbed him of this special occasion.

The fact that she could simply control his mind to ensure his compliance was what he had hoped for. It was mildly unfortunate that he could not experience their mating first-hand, but himself being the one used for anothers' pleasure, that had been worth it.

He licked over his throbbing, delightfully sore crotch. He hadn't felt this thoroughly drained in ages. Magically gifted dragons usually ignored his own, more ordinary kind. But after this fulfilling experience, maybe he'd have to search out some more of their kind and trick them into a rutting.

He smiled as he thought about the many various arcane dragon species and began to form plans.