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"I bet you can't wait to get your paws on that dragon's hoard, eh, Celes? Let's hope you come back alive to enjoy it!"

Raucous laughter greeted the tavern braggart's loud statement. It was the cheery kind that all self-styled adventurers indulged in when engaged in communal merry-making with others of their kind. Celes' laughter was more forced though, for while seeking a dragon was on her mind, the reasons went beyond its treasure.

"A-ha...yeah...yeah," Celes could feel the heat spreading across her cheeks as one or two of the fortune hunters gathered around three of the tables in the area unofficially reserved for adventuring folk gave the hazelnut-haired Lapphund a knowing look.

Curses! Why did I have to blab about Sionoraz?

The inability to keep her own tongue from wagging while inebriated had proven to be her downfall on more than one occasion. What she had drunkenly admitted to one Stormwinter's night was scandalous to say the least; Celes Valkea, Dragon Sage and Hoard Hunter extraordinaire, had a thing for the very foes she was ostensibly supposed to defeat or trick into divulging their fabulous wealth.

I like big dragons and I cannot lie...

Fresh warmth blossomed against the tan-furred cheeks of the embarrassed canine. She was recalling the all-too-catchy song that Jacques had improvised on the spot following her boozed-up retelling of the time she had spent willingly enslaved to the Amber Dragon, Sionoraz. There had been plenty of lewd hand gestures and mimicking of licking something large and curved, or so she could dimly recall. At least those now in the know had been more discrete since then--or so she hoped.

Yearnings for submission to another big scaly beast had continued to tug at her heart--and loins--in spite of her secret shame. For the first time in quite some time, she had felt brave enough--and horny enough--to pursue her desires and go adventuring in search of a draconic master--or mistress--and...offer herself to them. It had been far too long since she had felt the coiling caress of a tail, the firm pressure of a big old claw pinning her down, and...and...a tongue as long as she was tall, if not longer, licking her from...from...

Dammit, not here!

It was neither the time or the place to turn herself on. She doubted though that the aromatic perfume of desire rising from damp patch on the crotch of her under-things could be smelled in the tavern common room, what with the omnipresent odours and aromas of booze and tobacco smoke so thick in the air. But, maybe if she was quick...and found somewhere private...

Ten minutes after excusing herself to what passed for a private restroom, in this case little more than a shed with a hole in the floor and a lock on the inside of the door, and feigning an upset stomach as a result of over-indulging in spiced mutton, Celes returned. She beg-pardoned her way out into the cool night air, lest the rosy flush beneath her face-fur and the dishevelled nature of her fur and clothing be noticed. She had been really, really horny and spent a happy few minutes wallowing deeply in the fantasies she most certainly kept to herself now. She had returned from her naughty seclusion for self-pleasuring even more convinced that what she needed to do was find herself a compliant scaled beastie and submit to pleasurable slavery as his or her pet.

Thankfully, she already had a lead on one. This time it wouldn't merely be some demi-drake or some other disappointedly small hybrid that ignorant folk had considered to be the apex predator of reptile kind, but an honest-to-goodness dragon _o_f the fire-breathing and treasure-hoarding variety.

Celes's legend for hunting dragons had been built on her ability to return not just alive and in one piece, but also bearing trophies, wealth, and an intimate knowledge of physical features, personalities and mannerisms. That they had either been scales, horns and claws discarded when her scaled lovers were shedding their skins, or bags of gold, precious jewels or expensive weaponry given to her by them as gifts and not pilfered, and that the fuel behind that learned knowledge had been kinky passions, was a secret to all but a few. She felt no particular shame in her deceptions, after all it was no easy task to catch the eye of a dragon, she usually had to demonstrate martial prowess in order to do so, and their particular brand of domination could be...rough, to say the least.

I like big dragons and I cannot lie...

This time as she strode off in the direction of her lodgings, the remembrance of the song brought a wry smile to the lips of the chocolate-furred adventuring canine. She certainly did like big dragons and to herself at least, she would not lie...

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"Mpphh...yes, My Psi-Mistress..."

Lost in the throes of particularly kinky dreams, Celes writhed and murmured in her sleep. This was no mere slumbering fantasy, though. Instead, it was an implanted remembrance; a seed left behind from her time spent with a psionically-gifted Astral Dragoness of no meager talent when it comes to the manipulation of non-draconic minds. The experience would feel real, very real, but without the conscious recognition of the fact that she was dreaming that comes with lucid dreaming. A small part of Celes's mind remained unconsciously connected to her former 'Psi-Mistress' and this remnant of a stronger mental bond would randomly fuel the temporary blossoming of an experience once shared together and for a brief, but intense, period of time be revisited when her mind was most open.

"N-Nhm...kiss me again...please..."

The murmuring Lapphund's hands reacted spasmodically beneath her bed as the echoing remembrance drove her to seek out that which craved attention and was beaded with sticky droplets of induced liquid lust. Her fingers twitched and arched, reaching out to rub and push against the glistening petals of her flower as an incorporeal dragon tongue, one glowing as palely luminescent as the rest of her Psi-Mistress's unearthly flesh, wetly lashed her throat and face--a reward given, one gratefully accepted. To her, Jinisa's mind-slave, now as it had then, it felt just a real as if it a flesh and blood reptile had given her an affectionate lick, such was the strength of the bond extent between them.

Celes's dream-form, an avatar given form by her own subconscious desire to re-experience the blissful mental subjugation she had enjoyed for a number of months, shivered as the elongated luminous tendril stroked her muzzle and then sinuously wrapped itself around her throat. This was no choking hold to squeeze and subdue, but a 'physical' connection to show pleasure and affection. Jinisa's tail followed suit, with the lengthy tendril entwining itself around her lower torso, followed by the rest of her long, serpentine body until Celes was fully ensnared in comfortably taut translucent coils. Compared to the rest of her draconic kin, the exotic and snake-like Jinisa was uncommonly small, though she was still large and long enough for her to rise up cobra-like before her mind-slave and stare into her lust-hazed eyes, baring her fangs in a satisfied smile. Celes's preferences for draconic lovers strayed more to an appreciation for the big and beastly variety, but Jinisa made up for her size in _other_ways. She remained by far the most exotic dragon the secret dragon-slave had ever submitted to.

"A-Ah...yes..."

Back in the waking world, the fingers of her free hand had strayed to her throat. They now encircled it to lightly squeeze and reinforce the demi-physical sensation of her Mistress's forked tongue wrapped collar-like around it. The other remain focused on self-pleasure, rubbing and delving shallowly into her flower and coating themselves in the slick honey oozing from it. None of her other dreams of a draconic and sexual variety had ever come close to the intensity of the gift left behind in her mind by the grateful Jinisa. She would not wake until the experience was complete; the afterglow of climax would herald and soothe her return to waking self-awareness.

"A-Ah...I...I'm going to..."

She could hear her Psi-Mistress's sibilant voice in her mind, rippling echoes of sensual suggestion and impression that broke down all barriers, all limits, and lovingly moulded Celes' mental energies to her will. There had long been an element of trust between them, that Jinisa would not turn her into a puppet, as some psionically-gifted and morally-suspect dragons would. They and the rest of their black-hearted kin were the kind that deserved only Celes' blade and not her willing submission.

"...going to..."

Celes bucked hard in her bed as her pleasure reached its peak. She was suddenly very much awake and gasping for breath amidst moans of pleasure as her fingers pumped in and out of her sex with climatic frenzy.

"Nn-ahhh!"

The orgasm hit hard. The ghostly echoes of impassive white-blue eyes seemingly boring into her mind to expose it to draconic influence and forever more burned into her memory, and of her former Mistress's body entwined around her continued to linger for a while longer. Celes fell back against the cloth-covered straw mattress, gasping and panting out the last of her self-pleasure and tried to savour the bliss-inducing sensations. She never knew when the 'dreams' would come, but when they did...

"Hoo...boy..."

That had been a good one. She could tell just by looking at her hand; her pungent juices practically dripped from her fingers, so _wet_had she been. Like any other dream, the details had begun to fade. And as how always happened though following any erotic dream featuring her draconic lovers, particularly Jinisa, she was left with the reaffirmation of what had become her life-long pursuit: submission to dragons was her chosen lifestyle and she wouldn't change it for anything.

Celes rose unsteadily from her bed and sat on the edge for quite some time, both to catch her breath and to reflect on the few strands of remembrance she was clinging to. If she closed her eyes and focused her sleep and pleasure-dazed mind hard enough, she could feel the embers of a once-familiar presence and be warmed by their ephemeral presence. "Mmm, thank you, Psi-Mistress," she murmured to herself with an almost shy smile as the stretched and yawned. Through the slats pulled shut over her rented room's single window, she could see the red-gold glow of late sunrise. She could either go back to sleep for a while longer, or...make an early start on her journey in search of a potential new dragon-domme...

Kissme again...please...

Within the space of twenty five minutes, Celes had not only cleaned herself up and wolfed down a hasty breakfast, but also set off at a steady gallop, with the kind of dragon-hungry vigour that not even an erotically-exhausting night could quench.