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"Woo-ee! Stomp those hooves, girl!"

Hooting and cheering, enthusiastically--or drunkenly--tossing zenni cred-coins onto the bar, the boisterous crowd at Siana's Bar were expressive about showing their appreciation for their host's performance. How fortunate for them that exotic dancing, especially in front of a crowd, was one of her passions.

"Oh, I'll stomp them alright!" Siana struck a proud, disdainful pose as she eyed up the bull-headed mercenary who had been paying particular interest to the wide, pointed hooves that graced her legs. With fists clenched on her hips, she regarded the bullish oxurcon coolly. Standing only a touch over 5'2" and therefore considerably shorter than the almost seven-foot tall bovine, there was little doubt in the mind of those watching the scene unfold that in terms of a bold, brassy attitude, the lushly female, flame-haired blue humanoid would have metaphorically stood as tall as he. "If you stump up some...monetary appreciation, cheap one..."

Jeers punctuated her statement, all of them directed toward the oxurcon mercenary whom she had singled out in front of his peers. Of all the patrons who had been enjoying the scantily-clad aelysian's bar-top dance, only he had been reticent in tossing coins into the tips bowl. Now the muddy-furred bull's miserliness had been publicly pointed out to everyone in the bar. Such an attitude ran contrary to the expected conduct of a mercenary, especially one bearing the shoulder patches and holo-sigils of the Kandor Legion, who had a reputation for hard fighting, hard drinking, and an almost fatalistic attitude to the spending of wealth on other physical pleasures.

The oxurcon mercenary, dressed in the traditional strap-heavy leather armoured harness and loincloth of his species and armed with a photonic heat axe, the head of which when energised would sear flesh as effectively as it cleaved it, frowned and flared his nostrils as the scrutiny of the other patrons all fell upon him and he momentarily became the centre of attention. Anticipating a bull-headed reaction from the typically hot-headed oxurcon, hands strayed toward weapons and bottles for use as a makeshift weapon if a fight erupted, the kind that often quickly spilled out into a brawling free-for-all. Then they relaxed as the native to Worldplain, a neighbouring planet dominated by sprawling savannah's and rolling hills, seemed to get a grip on his temper and relax. With a conciliatory grunt, the burly bovine opened and reached into his cred-purse and deftly flicked a 50 zenni coin into the bowl--a very respectable tip.

"Here," the oxurcon's bovine lips drew back into a salacious smirk as sounds of grudging approval greeted his generosity and he turned his attention back to Siana. "Stomp those hooves and then git yourself something even _more_revealin' for when I next swing by!"

Good-natured cheers--and enthusiastic support for his proposal--greeted the oxurcon's lurid suggestion. With the situation diffused and the atmosphere back to as it had been, Siana smirked, nodded her head in mute appreciation for the level-headed action by her patron, and languidly pulled away one of the pieces of flimsy gauze shrouding the tight bodice amply filled by her small, but pertly rounded breasts. One good turn deserved another, after all. Especially when it was a very generous tip. Then she began tapping her left hoof on the bar in the opening moves of a wild and enthusiastic dance of the kind favourites by bull-kind.

"What's your name, generous one?"

"Bal'Kor!" the bullish solider of fortune bellowed proudly. Almost by reflex, the oxurcon's wiry-furred hand fisted and slammed against his chest above his heart in the salute common to his breed of freebooting warrior. "Bal'Kor of the Legion!"

"Well, Bal'Kor, I hope this reminds you of home and those lusty cow-lasses you left behind," Siana declared as she increased the tempo of her tapping and prepared herself to launch into the wild dance of hoof-stomping most enjoyed by her patron's hardy breed.

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"Comin' right up!"

A quieter--and hungrier--crowd could be found within the spaceport bar the next morning. This was Siana's 'zen time', the time of the day where she could busy herself with the simple, repetitive task of providing meals for the stragglers and night-shift workers. After a raucous night of revelry, it was a calm and pleasant experience for her. The aroma of hot bread, rice, and sizzling meat, mostly fish, wafted through the small kitchen that was just big enough for she and Kokuko, a fellow aelysian, comfortably work in and not get in each others way.

"Drakk...where did I put that fresh ginga..."

The colourful expletive was accompanied by a frown as Siana stooped to look in her cupboards for more of one particular type of herb and came away empty-handed. She was sure she had purchased more than one pouch of the pungent--and costly--leaf that could be used to infuse meat and give it a sweet, almost lemony aroma and flavour--very refreshing for a morning meal. The popularity it gave her meals outweighed the cost of procuring it from off-world traders.

"I was sure I had...bought more than one pouch..."

"Noh," Kokuko said with a shake of her head as she stirred a pan of rice and added fish bits and stock. "Just the one, Siana-san. You say last week tha-"

"...I'd pick some more up from Genji before we ran out because it was cheaper than the market traders." Siana rolled her eyes skyward at her own absent-mindedness and glowered sourly at the empty space where a pouch should have been. She had completely forgotten about catching the sneaky little rattan before he bounced out of town; having a close friendship with a professional thief who was also a gourmand certainly paid off for someone who owned a bar. But not this time. This time if she didn't want to have some _very_unhappy customers on her hands, she'd have to go buy some at full price at the bazaar. _If_the herbs and spices trader even had some.

Simshan...grant me your luck...

Siana looked up at the small statue of a dragon resting on a shelf above her, one that from its outspread wings and raised head that gazed down at her looked proud and imperious. She felt something akin to a chill run down her spine as she continued to gaze into the pair of multifaceted gems that served as eyes and imagined that she were looking into the real thing. Or was it a thrill she was feeling?

Dragons served a peculiar place in Aelysian society, the people to whom Siana belonged. They were akin to mysterious forces of nature, often imperious and aloof but also occasionally savage and dangerous. Despite the fact that they seemed to be unthinking beasts, incapable of speech or acting beyond their own particular motivations and primal drives, they were nonetheless venerated, especially in the temple cities where they had been practically deified. There they could be seen freely moving among the populace, who could only stand in awe and watch as the titanic quadruped beasts, many of the possessing elegant and exotic forms walked amongst them. Or perched on the pagodas that dominated the skylines of the temple cities. Some seemed to enjoy the adulation they received, smugly accepting it in a manner akin to cats receiving pets and attention. Others induced terror--or other forms of emotion--as they savaged anyone who caught their eye--and hunger--in whatever form that desire for satiation might take. They were rarely seen outside of the temple cities though, but when one was you could be certain it wanted something. Siana would be lying if she said that she hadn't fantasied about being rutted by one of the great god-beasts during especially steamy moments when her lusts were running rampant. Perhaps doing more than that...submitting to one of them in any way it wished and...and...

"Siana-san?"

"I-I'll go to the bazaar and pick up some ginga," Siana cleared her throat as she shook herself out of the suddenly-erotic reverie into which she had lapsed; she hoped the blush she could feel warming her cheeks and the tips of her long, elfin ears wasn't visible against her cobalt skin. She then ran a hand through the blue-highlighted ginger mane crowning her head and which ran down to the base of her tail and nodded in satisfaction that it felt neat enough. She looked over at her assistant who now had a slight smirk on her lips. Siana did he best to ignore it and not let it induce further flushing. "Cover for me? And do what you can to keep our regulars happy? I shouldn't be gone long."

"Hai, Siana-san, don't worry," Kokuko replied, still with the knowing smile on her lips. "I'll keep them sweet."

"Thanks, Koku."

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"Ahai, Siana!"

Siana breathed a sigh of relief as she caught sight of a familiar face behind one of the colourful wooden stalls that sprawled out in a multitude across the market square. It was a classic spaceport bazaar, of the sort that could be found on hundreds of worlds across known space, and never seemed to die in spite of whatever technological improvements might have promised to make such places obsolete. People, particularly the aelysians, still liked to gather in person to barter and trade as their ancestors had and enjoy the communal and exotic atmosphere that traders and produce from across a hundred worlds brought to the bazaar. Monolithic interstellar trading guild headquarters and the spaceport control tower handling traffic control for docking void-skimmers rising above the bustling market also gave it a feeling of a relic out of time, but one that wasn't going out of time soon.

"Ahai, Johri!"

It was already hot outside despite it being only early morning. Siana's skimpy but elegant outfit and its exposure of curvy blue-toned flesh would ensure that she kept cool, but also drew the eyes of admirers as she made her way through the packed bazaar. All around her she could hear the hawkish cries of dozens of traders and pedlars, all competing with one another and wearing the wide-brimmed, shallowly pointed hats that kept the sun out of their eyes and heat off their brow and served as something of a traditional form of headdress for market traders.

"What can this ol' hoofer do for ye?"

Johri was no exception to the rule. Age-gnarled horns jutted out from beneath the wide-brimmed hat, as did wisps of scraggy white hair. The elder aelysian leaned on his stick as he peered out at her and Siana could see that his eyes were as keen and mischievous as ever. Age had not dulled the cleverness of his mind as it had his physical strength.

"Ginga, I need some, have you got any?" Siana's lips curled into a slight wry smile as she noticed that his gaze had fallen on her cleavage and the teal gemstone at the centre of her tight bodice; lust and greed were united in the wily trader's eyes.

"Ginga?" Johri looked thoughtful for a moment and then nodded. "Mmm, I do. Not much, but some."

"Could...I have it?" Siana could sense that Johri wanted to banter, to play the game of teasing out a purchase, but was happy to indulge him. Perhaps she might even score a discount if she played her cards the right way. To that end she casually leaned against the frame and thrust out her chest just that little bit more to entice more fixation upon the curves the precious jewel that adorned her cleavage and struck a provocative pose. "I would be extremely grateful and it would mean I'd have some very happy customers and in turn, I would be too..."

"Well..." Johri made some effort to look wise and canny, but was betrayed by his gaze straying back to the bounty of attractive physical attributes presented before him. "I could be persuaded to sell a pouch for...30 zenni?"

Siana tried not to wince. Lusty or not, Johri was too sly a trader not to recognise that he had caught her in a bind and that she had unwittingly revealed the urgency of her need for ginga. "That's...a bit steep..." she admitted. Then she gave him her most sultry and inviting smile, the kind that induced healthy tips from her patrons when she danced for them. "Perhaps you would acc-"

"DRAGON!"

Just as the astonished cry went up from whoever had spotted it first, a winged shadow fell across Siana. She felt her heartbeat quickening as it engulfed her and she looked up to see one of the distant ancestors of the aelysians swooping over the bazaar. The reaction amongst customers and trades was mixed: amazement, reverence, panic, fear. That sense of unravelling order and impending chaos deepened as the winged beast, a majestic shimmering electric blue and white example of its kind, looped gracefully through the air and flew back over, only to hover above the market and send gusts of wind washing over them with each controlled sweep of its wings.

"Siana, I suggest you get out of here! Siana!"

Siana was...mesmerized. The sight of the serpentine dragon hovering in the air, its sinuous body undulating gracefully, was...enthralling. As others hurried past her, fearing they were in mortal danger, she instead held her ground. She was wholly lost in the white-blue gaze of the dragon as she and it locked eyes, any fear she might have felt herself for her own safety dulled by the sheer awe she was feeling as she beheld the exotic reptilian creature.

Crash.

With the sound of splintering wood, cries of panicked fear, and an ethereal crackling hiss, the dragon landed. It stood several times taller than Siana, rising imperiously above her and the fleeing denizens of the bazaar. She craned her head back and felt a shiver run along her spine as their eyes met. The dragon's were reflective pools of molten white and blue, their pupils narrow and cat-like.

It's looking at me...

Indeed it was. The dragon's attention, rather than on mayhem and destruction as might have been expected, was firmly fixed on Siana. The mesmerised aelysian felt a trembling shiver run through her body as the whiskered dragon regarded her with what felt like predatory interest.

Sniff...sniff...

An aura of static electricity could be felt radiating from the elemental creature as it craned its neck down and forward and...sniffed at her.

It's so close...

Siana dared not move. She could see every detail on the ice-white smooth-scaled hide of the dragon, and the blue markings that gave it a sleek appearance. She could feel the survival urge to bolt and run tugging at her, but she reasoned that to do so would be fatal. Even though it had not yet attacked anyone and those injuries cause when it landed had seemed more careless than intentional, she had heard tales of what _some_dragons did to those that did try to run away from them. There was also something else holding her in place, that sense of awe that only deepened as the dragon got closer and she could bask in its majestic greatness. It looked noble and proud, elegant and sleek; the prickling sensation that crept along the furred parts of her body and her hair only added to that sense of otherworldly wonder. She could feel some primal urge tugging at her soul the longer she looked at the great beast before her. Somehow it felt...right...to react this way to something that was so much greater than she.

Sniff...

Siana tried--and failed--not to flinch as the flaring nostrils and angular snout pressed up against her belly and then...between her thighs.

"N-No, stop!"

Siana sniffed and her eyes widened. The sudden, uninvited intrusion into her intimate area sent a jolt of horror and outrage that snapped her out of her awestruck daze. Whether or not the great beast was just ignoring her or didn't understand her protests, it was certainly ignoring her efforts to push its head, easily as long as she was tall, away from her.

Sniff...

Siana glowed. It was a biological trait in her species that when they are sexually aroused, their markings emit a bioluminescent light. Siana's stripes, matched pairs of teal slashes across her hips, forearms, tail, and thighs, were now faintly glowing and would only grow brighter still as the big dragon continued to force its snout between her thighs and inhale the budding fragrance of helpless desire.

Sniff...

Siana's nerve snapped. Fear of immediate harm bubbled to the surface and called for her to listen to the survival instinct that was telling her to flee, to run, to get away from the big, majestic beast that had seemingly taken a keen_sexual_ interest in her. She flinched away and turned her back with the full intention of breaking and running.

Rrrrrssss...thump.

The predatory snarling hiss that sent a jolt of terror-fuelled cold down Siana's spine and froze her in place was accompanied by a clawed forepaw swat that sent her sprawling onto her hands and knees as it came down on her. She was fortunate enough to escape injury as the heavy paw pressed down on her, but was left dazed and winded as she struggled to wriggle out of the forepaw's pinning embrace.

"L-Let go of me! Help! Help me, someone!"

But there was no one willing to help her. Those that remained in the vicinity had found places to hide amongst the wreckage of the bazaar. They now watched with a kind of morbid curiosity as the electrically-attuned dragon cupped its forepaw around Siana and started playing with its prey, in same manner that a cat might play with a mouse they have caught.

"Ow! Let go! You're hurting me!"

Now Siana fought back as she was forcefully nudged and rolled back and forth. As she punched and kicked against the slick white-blue scaled hide of her tormentor, all she received for her efforts was an amused-sounding, throaty rumble, and several painful scrapes.

Sniff-sniff....

Now the dragon returned to intruding upon her intimate parts, this time more forcefully. It seemed to be becoming more excited, now lashing its tail back and forth and letting out hearty rumbling snorts through its nostrils that washed over the prone and battered female that it most certainly_did_ have a singular interest in.

"N-Nh...no!"

Siana moaned as its forked tongue, a lengthy muscle that glowed a faint white, and crackled with a dull electrical charge, lashed over her thighs. The shock she received from its wet embrace was slight, but it was still enough to send a pleasured shiver running through her as it set all her nerves to tingling. Hearing her respond to its intrusive licking, the serpentine predator let out a satisfied snarl and continued its 'tasting' of her. It could taste her bubbling pleasure, the nascent desire she was afraid of admitting to. It had found a ripe mate, distant kin separated by thousands of years of evolution, but still wholly and biologically compatible. And it was ready to claim her.

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"No...no..."

Hot, electrically-charged breath washed over her. Already coated in its saliva that reacted to the expulsion and sent her into a shivering fit of mild shock, it was making coherent thought and any attempt to resist extremely difficult. The fiery-haired, sassy dancer could do nothing more than moan out a plea for the dragon to stop what it was doing, to spare her from its lusty assault.

"Nhhh..."

Stinging tears of humiliation, of shame, rolled down her cheeks as she felt a claw plucking and slicing into the already-skimpy clothing she was wearing; the dragon's intent was all too clear to her now. Sharp pinpricks of pain caused her to fearing physical harm if the dragon's less-than-fine dexterity proved insufficient to the task of disrobing her. And so, Siana hastily fumbled with her silk-decorated and gemstone-encrusted loincloth to pull it down her thighs--no easy task considering the forceful eagerness.

There, it was done.

Anger now roiled within her as she was forced to publicly expose her now-naked sex to the beast. She was also angry at herself, because in the act of doing so, there had been that kernel of kinky, fetishistic desire that had fuelled the fantasies in which she had previously indulged. It made her feel dirty, impure...deviant.

Sniff...

No sooner had she exposed the flower of her femininity to the beastly winged serpent, then its tongue and snout returned, this time to lash and sniff at her naked sex. Siana let out another whimper, this time closer to a pleasured moan, as she clawed into the dirt and tried to ignore the prickles of intense stimulation as the dragon's charged tongue lashed her folds.

I will not enjoy this...I...will not...enjoy thi-

The attempts at stalwart resistance and erecting a mental barrier were failing. Sheer physical, electrically-charged stimulation were battering down any attempt to do so. Clutching at the ground and panting, hooves slipping in the dirt, the stricken aelysian let out a guttural pleasured groan that cut off her train of thought as the sinuous wet muscle shallowly penetrated her sex. It did so only briefly and without any directed effort on the dragon's part, but it was enough to send her into a convulsive spasm.

Will...not...

The tingles of electric pleasure were impossible to ignore. They coursed within her now and made her clit tingle; the engorged, sensitive nub of folded flesh practically_ached_ for further stimulation. The energised vibrations were becoming overwhelming, consuming, and she howled out in an animalistic fashion as she endured the roiling waves of masochistic pleasure.

"H-Hah...no!"

The tongue had changed target. No longer did the serpentine muscle seem content to exclusively burrow itself into her now-wet sex, it seemed eager to explore elsewhere...and probe.

"NO!"

Panic gripped Siana as the noble and terrible beast's tongue lashed her rump cheeks and then darted within. It couldn't know, could it? Was it purely by chance that the dragon's tongue was perilously close to one of the biological weaknesses of her species, or was the electric serpent _aware_of it? Either way there was little she could do but involuntarily flinch and cry out again for help. Again, there was none.

Help me, please! Someone please help m-

The inner turmoil seizing hold of her ceased immediately, almost as if she was a puppet and the strings controlling her had suddenly been cut. Siana stiffened, eyes bulging and mouth open in a silent scream as the tip of the tongue darted out and forced itself into the puckered orifice she had preying this whole time it would not penetrate.

Quite suddenly, Siana was immobile. Unable to move even a muscle as her joints locked up and she was frozen in place. The literally stunned nature of her predicament extended to her mind where the shock of the penetration froze her thoughts in place. A flash had gone through her mind, instantly quelling the turmoil present there.

Drip...drip...drip...

Siana was still wet. Ripe for the taking. Not only was her sex dripping, but immobilised as she was, the milky fluid that had been beading on her nipples now became a steady trickle that dripped down onto the ground. The females of her species did not have to be pregnant to lactate, it was a common and natural reaction when the degree to how they aroused they were became high enough. A primal characteristic that had once been a display of fertility and would again be just that.

It had been gifted the name Raz-Xian by those who worshipped it as a divine creature. A fitting name for one such as it with power over electricity, for it meant One who Embodies Thunder. The majestic serpent itself had no concept of names, though it held enough low cunning to associate the words spoken with itself. Raz-Xian hissed in satisfaction as it put the knowledge it had gleaned and retained from previous encounters with females of its prey's species to good use. Not that it had _needed_to do so, it's prey had already been rendered quite tame through pleasure alone, but it felt good on a base, predatory level. Devouring Siana was far from its mind though, merely the propagation of its species with a compatible mate, willing or otherwise. The meaty shaft of a neon blue hue sliding out from a slit-pocket between its hind legs demonstrated just how ready the great beast was to slake its thirst for physical pleasure and the breeding urge.

When Raz-Xian had begun to ready itself for mating, some awareness and control over her body had returned to Siana. She was able to think a little clearer and her body no longer felt numb and detached from her consciousness. In its place had risen up a feeling of bone-deep weariness, a weakness that robbed her off any chance at all to escape from her predicament.

I just...I can't...can't get up...just...lie here...

She slumped forward and hit the ground. Her long, elfin ears had drooped, as had her tail. It felt like too much effort to care that her rump was raised high into the air, an unconscious display of total submission to the predatory beast about to sexually consume her. She could do nothing but weakly whimper as the dragon loomed above and cast its shadow over her, and had no power over what it did next to her. She was prey now, helpless and ripe for the taking.

"N...N..."

She knew what it was the minute the tapered tip prodded against the lips of her sex. What was about to happen to her. She tried to deny it through will alone, though that too was just a weak ember of what it normally was. The strong-willed dancer had been completely subjugated and now had to fight against the emotions roiling within her. Much to her horror, the innate awe that had filled her with wonder and desire when she first beheld Raz-Xian had returned and this time was stronger. Something...primal had been awakened, a product of her ancestry that made the impending mating...desirable. Thrilling. She had been chosen by a dragon to...feel its pleasure.

No...no!

She could fight a losing battle against it in her thoughts all she wanted. Her body had already betrayed her, not only initially succumbing to the pleasurable exploration of the great reptile's tongue, but now as she used what little control and strength she had to spread her thighs and accept the dragon's girth inside her. At least what would fit, anyway. It would be enough.

Several times taller than his prey and many times her bulk, Raz-Xian knew from past experience that it needed to tame the instincts that urged it to mate as savagely as it would a female dragon. The female-prey before it was ripe for impregnation; the mating would be fierce for an aelysian, but relatively gentle when it came to purely draconic mating rituals and sex.

"Hnnah! Mmm...ah...a-ah..."

Strangled whimpers tumbled breathlessly from Siana's lips as she felt the tip lurching forward to angle up and bury itself in her and the electrified tongue lashing against her shoulder blades and neck as the dragon lowered itself down with a throaty grunt. Her whole body shook now from both the energised shocks and the feeling of her intimate flesh being teased...parted...penetrated...

"HAAAAAH!"

The strangled cry that was torn from her lips as the dragon-meat forced its way into her rang out across the marketplace. Those that remained in hiding watched now with morbid fascination as Raz-Xian lowered itself down and began thrusting with subtle movements of its flanks and placed a meaty forepaw on her shoulders to hold her in place.

It was almost indescribable, just how it felt when the ridged shaft slid into her. Almost immediately, she was being stretched to what felt like her very limits; Siana was actually glad she still felt somewhat numb, otherwise she was sure that the pain she felt from being stretched wide open would have been so much more intense. Like most of his kind, Raz-Xian's curved and narrowed to a tapered tip, and was studded with ridges and small spines that for humanoids at least, made being bred with them extremely pleasurable. It also served a dual purpose, for Raz-Xian's breed of self-perpetuating dragon was unique for possessing not only the means of fertilising the eggs from which a new generation of its spawn would spring, but also the means of housing and delivering those eggs to the wombs of dragon and humanoid alike.

The pleasure and steady rhythm of mating had begun to lull Siana into what could almost be described as a false sense of security. She could get through this...had even begun to reluctantly enjoy the sense of overwhelming fullness and the texture of the dragon-cock buried in her. The feeling of being pinned under its paw was also...rubbing certain urges the right way, ones that she only ever indulged in the privacy of her own mind. What she was completely unprepared for was the sensation of something_being passed through a dual-purpose organic tunnel with sessile feelers running along the length of the dragon's and connecting to an internal egg-sac, and which in turn deposited that something, in this case, an egg, into _her.

O-Oh by the gods...no....

This simply wasn't possible. But...it was happening. She could feel something hard and oval passing into her and then being placed into her womb via a steady stream of sticky pre-cum. The sensation of being forced into a becoming a living incubator would be difficult for anyone to quantify. The act itself was pleasurable, again stretching and striking internal pleasure-spots that none of her lovers had ever been able to stimulate. But there was also the unfamiliar heaviness as one...then two...and then three eggs were forced into her. Already her stomach had begun to bulge out in a mimicry of conventional impregnation a number of months along coming to full term. Her own ancestry was now working against her, the biological compatibility, long dormant in her, that would allow her to not only carry the eggs to term, but also disgorge them when they were ready to hatch.

She would bear a dragon's young.

The final act of impregnation, that of fertilising the eggs, sent Siana into a series of weak spasms and orgasmic, panted moans. The climax was incredible and the aftermath alone of remaining skewered by the dragon's shaft sent her into a series of small, shaking orgasms that robbed her of thought and energy to do little else but endure it. Dimly she could hear the dragon who had mated with her roaring out its own triumphant pleasure as it sated one of a number of base urges that ruled its behaviour. She cried out as the claws dug into her back and feared that she might be grievously wounded, so terrifying was the manner in which it would do so. She would not be the first though to bear the scars of a dragon's exultant lust, either proudly or shamefully, that would mark her as what was coarsely called a 'Dragon Bitch'.

Then it was over. Siana cried out, half in dismay and half in pleasured response, as the beast callously pulled out of her, then rolled her over and thrust his elongated, angular snout between her thighs. Raz-Xian sniffed at his prey's sex and let out a satisfied grunt as he detected the tell-tale odour of a well-bred female.

It would be back for Siana at some point in the future, it had marked her by cum and claw as its own, a breeding concubine, albeit one that had her freedom, but would never know when it would return for her. It had claimed its prey and ensured the further continuation of its species, and Siana's life would never be the same again.

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