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"You understand how precarious your situation is, no?" Ignis's fine, evenly spoken voice was like a well-aged liquor. Smooth as silk as if left the source, and burned like wildfire as it arrived. The tall necked camel opposite the wooden desk from him seemed to wince at every syllable, as if afraid that it would be followed by a gout of flames from the sapphire scaled dragon's jaws.

"But of course! Of course! I promise you, my friend, I sent each payment as instructed! If some tragedy befell them upon the journey, then I apologise, but-" He had more to say, clearly. Ignis shut him up with a piercing scowl from his narrow, golden eyes.

*"Then it is the fault of the trader for providing inadequate protection for his coin. I am here to collect on your debt owed, Musaf. Not argue the specifics of it. Not to renegotiate it. Not to hear your apologies. The clan's don't care for excuses, Musaf. They care for coin, and either you have the coin, or you do not have the coin. Either way, I have been commissioned here to collect, and when I leave, your debt will be settled, one way or another." * The dragon's words were as sharp as the bastard sword on the desk between them, placed there first thing with suitably dramatic flare to remind the trader just who he was dealing with.

Now that the message was clear, Ignis encircled his scaled fingers with a deliberate slowness around the pommel. The blade was oddly unadorned for a dragon but rather had a strange, terrifying beauty in only the way that a dragon forged sword could. It was clean and functional, elegant in its sheer, singular purpose simplicity. It was a weapon designed to slay those who crossed the dragons, and in the hands of their appointed enforcer, it seemed cruelly well suited to the task. The metal held that slightly unnatural shimmer to it from the sorcerous ways their flames and forges worked the blade.

"Well, of course, I have the money! I'll arrange for it at once. Perhaps you'd appreciate some company while you wait, oh emissary? I have a girl I think you will very much enjoy!" The camel stood, waving his hands this way and that, but Ignis paid him no mind.

Instead, Ignis grunted. All of these slavers were the same. They would try and weasel their way out of their debts by offering a pleasure girl instead, either for a discount in the owed amounts or to try and distract the collector long enough for them to die tired. But still... Well, he was male and had certain needs. Typically, he wouldn't have entertained the notion, but considering the amount Musaf owed, it was that, or sit for an hour while he boxed up the coin. Let the rest of his party see to that. He had two junior drakes with him that could watch him count coin just as effectively as he could.

His fingers drummed on the tabletop over the hilt of the blade in thought for a moment.

"I certainly hope you're not trying to distract me with some poor copper collared girl so that you can try and make good your escape..." He jested, meeting the camel's eyes with a look that spoke volumes of characters who had tried that in past, and the fates that befell them.

"I'd never! No, for you, I have a particular treat, a girl we only took possession of the other day. Her collar is platinum."

Now that caught Ignis's attention.

Platinum collars were a rarity, bestowed only to a most prized slave. Often, at least for as rarely as it occurred, the cost of the metal alone was far greater than the cost of the slave themself. It was a bestowment for a very useful slave that one figured they would see a tenfold return from their investment. It was a diamond among a sea of rough, or a bedazzled jewel at the top of a golden crown. Slavers like Musaf didn't just happen across a platinum slave. Slavers like Musaf, if his debt was anything to go by, couldn't even afford a night with one.

*"You're a liar or a thief, Musaf." * The accusation was blunt. Ignis's plate armour rattled as he got to his feet, lifting the sword as if it weighed no more than a pebble.

"My friend, I promise you! I am neither of these things! She is the real deal! I will bring you to her at once! You will not be disappointed, my friend!"

She, as it so happened, was a wyvern. That much almost stunned him into silence, but rather than blurt out his thoughts, he bit his tongue instead, looking over the amethyst scaled female as she paced back and forth in her cage, tethered by her glimmering collar to the floor of her cell by a thick, metal chain that rattled with each step she took. Briefly, her eyes met his with a force, an indignant gaze that spoke volumes of her fury, and doubly so of her rage. She was like an unbroken steed, still craving the freedom that had been stolen from her.

Ignis felt his loins tighten at her exposed body, the supple curves of her hips and her bare scales, glimmering in the moonlight that shone in through a barred window high above. Ignis studied her with a refined, impartial gaze, not letting anything show through his expressions.

Wyverns were... not truly dragons, despite being closely related. Dragons had four limbs and wings. Wyverns were more like reptilian bats, with leathery, membranous wings that extended from the back and up along the forelimbs. No dragon would have ever let themselves be held in captivity or servitude. She was pretty and alluring, of that there was no doubt, but she was not a dragon in full.

Ignis paced around the cell a few times, his long tail flicking back and forth. She had not been harmed in any way and looked to be well-fed if deprived of clothing or the other luxuries she was likely used to. Where the camel had stolen her from, for he had no doubts that she had not been acquired through legitimate means, he couldn't say, but he was sure there was someone either furious about her loss, or slowly becoming wormfood in a hole.

Either way, their loss was going to be his gain. Dragons were notorious for taking every possible profit, and as relentless opportunists.

"Leave us. Your coin had best be ready by sundown, Musaf, or your head pike will be."

Musaf didn't need to be told twice, and quickly exited the small prison building, a heavy iron door closing behind him. Ignis took the opportunity to tug a pipe free from beneath his cloak, before discarding the fabric on a nearby bench.

"So tell me, my dear. How does a pretty thing like you end up in the hands of a grubby slaver like Musaf, hmm?"

She didn't respond, still glaring at him with those fierce eyes of hers, watching his every step as he lit up with a snort of flame. At that, she recoiled slightly. Ignis took note of that.

"Where are you from? Dasai, by the sea? Threnngard? Oshak by Broad-Stream? Wyverns aren't native to these parts by any stretch..."

Once more, she remained silent. He tried a new approach, and repeated his question in the draconic tongue, raspy, biting syllables that ground in the throat and rumbled like a landslide. She tilted her head and made no other response. Again, in the flowing desert speech, and then once more with the tongues of the mountains and the plains folk.

Finally, she took a step forward and bombarded him with a torrent of words and syllables almost too fast for him to follow. The words were like thorns, small and sharp, with directed and clipped words that were in a tongue he'd never heard in his life. Now, it was his turn to give a confused glance, smoke lazily rolling from his nostrils as he finished burning the last of his pipeweed.

Well, no matter. Some forms of communication transcended spoken word. He reached into a pocket on his belt and produced a small iron key that he had effortlessly lifted from Musaf. At once, her eyes widened. Good. She did understand.

He opened her cell and stepped inside, and at once, she began blabbering in quick phrases to him, gesturing to the chain around her neck while her golden eyes pleaded with him wordlessly. He lifted the key and raised a finger to silence her.

*"Ah-ah. All things have their price... what can you offer me in return, wyvern girl?" * He spoke slowly, deliberately, running his eyes up and down her body as he spoke. He made sure her eyes followed him, catching every motion of his body as he sized her up.

The girl paused for a few moments, before she nodded, comprehending what he was offering. Slowly, she turned around, her narrow, whiplike tail curling up along her back as she walked to the wall, exposing the rounded curves of her rump to Ignis's gaze. Her wings stretched out to the side, the fine scales that covered the very edges of the leathery membrane glittering like gems as she stretched up and dug her smoothly filed claws into the wall.

She put herself shamelessly on display for him. After all, this wasn't her first visit, and likely wouldn't be her last. Even if she didn't understand his words, she understood what he wanted of her, and that was enough. With one last check that the door behind him was closed and locked, Ignis stepped up behind her, unfastening his belt with practised ease to free himself from confinement.

She was already more than ready, her slit puffy and waiting, the flesh a shade of pink that matched well with her scales. He guided his member up to her, and thrust home in a single motion, the entirety of his tapered length sinking into her vent in a single motion.

She was warm and tight as the pleasure workers of the far western brothels, and her body clenched and massaged his cock in a sinfully pleasurable embrace. Her muscles around him contracted and squeezed in such a way that it felt like the best fuck of his life, and he hadn't even moved from hilting her yet, just letting the platinum pleasure slave do the work for him, and savouring every moment of it.

When he did start thrusting, the pleasure only increased threefold. He forced a moan from her lips as his girthy dragonhood speared into her core, bottoming out comfortably in her tight confines.

It was a rough and forceful affair between the two, grunts and feral snarls interspaced by the female's brief cries and moans. The collar around her neck told Ignis all he needed to know by the markings that had been hammered into the metal.

Pleasure slave. Exotic. Experienced. Breeder - No live whelps.

Well of course not. Undoubtedly whoever had put that mark on her was as much a fool as Musaf for introducing Ignis to this sweet little thing. Reptiles didn't birth live young, but...

*"Let's see about putting a clutch in that belly of yours, hmmm?" * Ignis snarled. He was young and in his prime, and eager to spread the glory of his clan far and wide, and preferably to as many eager and waiting females as he could. One of the great things about travel. He'd almost been celibate once, practising and trying to follow the strict guidance and goodwill of the Draconic pantheon, ** ** or at least certain parts of it...

But once he had been introduced to the pleasures that the flesh had to offer by a certain old friend from another of the dragon clans, well... Suffice to say he had a change of heart with which of the deities to give his devotion. Pleasure and procreation were suddenly more pressing matters on his mind, along with the steady clenching of her body around his length, the female submissively pressing herself into his thrusts, grinding back against him.

And this pretty purple wyvern girl... Oh, he would ensure she was swollen before he let himself slip from those tight folds. He plunged himself into her with reckless abandon, his teeth scratching the scales along the nape of her neck as he fucked her silly against the wall. His spire was throbbing, each shot of preseed he deposited in her passage bringing with it the promise of a belly full of eggs and dragonling whelps in a season or two for the pretty platinum collared pleasure girl. He could scent her ripeness on the air as soon as he entered her cell, but clearly, none of her other suitors was virile enough to do the job.

It figured that Musaf wouldn't bother with contraceptive measures for such a prize. After all, his usual business practice would be to get new slaves in and sell them off again as swiftly as he could, before anyone could start asking questions as to their origins or the method of their procurement.

But not this one. Musaf had screwed himself with this pretty Wyvern girl. She was busy clenching around Ignis's cock and moaning like a trained whole while he fucked her. She was too high profile. Too expensive, too rare a treat for the greedy slaver to resist, but it was like walking into a shanty in the trader cities to examine the homeless man's rare art collection. It didn't add up, and it's mere existence drew far too much unwanted attention.

That could wait though. Ignis could feel his body tensing, his thrusts growing more erratic and desperate with every buck of his hips. He was getting close, ploughing her fertile fuck fields with his rod of obsidian dragon breeder. He snarled through clenched teeth, and dug his claws into her soft scaled hips, leveraging her waist to busy the entirety of his shaft on each brutal thrust.

The female cried out in bliss, a sound that was as universal as it was unmistakable, and a sudden flush of heat and warmth spread across his impaling flesh, coating him with the wyverns liquid lust. The slave had creamed herself like a whore, and now he would breed her like one as well.

After all, more dragons in the world would only benefit the clans, and news of any whelps being delivered by a slave would soon travel back to them. Dragon's did not take kindly to their kin being born away from their cave cities and would reward any for information that reunited a fledgeling with its clan. But this one... This one Ignis had already made up his mind on.

Finally, he could take no more, and with a wild, ferocious snarl, the blue dragon slammed his cock home until his narrow tip was pushed against the pretty hen's cervix, jerking in anticipation of the pleasure to come. She whined needily underneath him, and he held her tight while his internal testes churned, abs tensing as muscles spasmed and went into overdrive. A final few, quick rocks to grind his hilted length against the final barrier to her womb was all it took before the pleasure became entirely overwhelming. He unloaded his pent up lusts into her belly with a roar that shook the cell's bars in their housing, rope after rope of off white mess painting her cervix with his essence.

Deposited so deeply in her, it all but ensured a healthy clutch for the girl to raise, and he held her tightly against his chest until he was all but certain the job had been done properly, and the throbbing had eased, his flood of potent and virile dragon seed slowing from a jet to a trickle that dripped back around his cock, her vent stretched taut around his girthy base.

When he pulled back after a solid minute, her body was dripping his seed along her thighs, and messily, he wiped his cock on her still raised asscheeks, marking her body with his scent and his seed as surely as he'd leave his mark on her figure when she started rounding out and growing gravid in the coming months.

He turned and fetched his clothes without another word. She watched him quietly, and slumped onto the pile of sacks on the floor still panting, uncomprehending and stuck in her afterglow as he left her cell and stepped outside. There would be plenty of time to enjoy the pretty tight wyvern on the way back to the clans. Right now, however, there was one other loose end to tie up before his job here was done...

His 'escorts' were waiting for him outside, each of the armour-clad dragons patiently flanking a ragged looking Musaf, the camel forced to his knees between them. His lip was split, and there was a gash on the slaver's forehead that was weeping openly.

"We found him trying to flee. This was all he had with him." A brown scaled drake with the look of a veteran about him tossed a pouch of coins to Ignis, who deftly caught it and poured them out in his hand. A paltry sum. He let them disappointedly slip between his fingers, falling to the sand until none were left. He tossed the bag aside.

*"Of course you did. I told you your debt would be paid in full before we left, Musaf." * The camel looked about fearfully as if hoping to spot someone riding to his rescue at the last moment. Ignis let out a chuckle, a grin on his muzzle as he tightened his belt, and turned back to the building with his newest trophy inside.

*"Let this be a message to anyone else who chooses to try and cheat the clans. I'm taking the pretty one Musaf. You are both a liar, a thief, and I declare you excommunicate of the clans. Consider your debt paid. She was too good for the likes of scum like you. You were right though, for what it's worth... I do like her." * Ignis paused at the doorway, and gave a swift nod to his companions, before pushing through the doorway.

" Kill him, and put him on display. Then burn the camp. I want to be airborne again within the hour, but first, I've got a repayment to collect, and I plan on collecting in full..."