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It was a clear evening in Edinmire. The stars were out above the coastal town, and its inhabitants had mostly gone home for the night, save for a few who stayed out to enjoy the pale light of a full moon rising beyond the quiet water.

The few watchers on the dock were also treated to a fascinating, yet not entirely rare sight; Over the sea came gliding a majestic winged creature. Its body a shadow for the moon, it sailed over and past the pointing and hollering humans, on towards the forested mountains a few miles away.

Lady Nora was not one to care about the stunning view of the far-stretched land stretching out beneath her, nor the ones inhabiting it. She had seen it all hundreds of thousands of times before, and the view that would make most creatures gasp in awe bored her to tears. She'd lived for over two millennia of bird's eye views, and almost nothing could shock, inspire or excite her anymore.

Almost.

With a cool breeze under her wings, she headed for the distant hills. There was a trail snaking its way through the woods beneath her, and her reptilian eyes could just make out a cluster of lights in the mountainside.

Every few hundred years or so, there was a person, event or phenomenon that would catch her interest. Now, catching the interest of an ancient dragon is no easy task, but in that warm and homely light lived a man who had managed it.

He was not a kind person, though Nora's sense of morality had been worn down over the centuries, so she could hardly tell anymore, nor did she care.

In fact, he was rather unpleasant to most people. Especially Keidran.

His name was Trace Legacy.

Such a stupid name.

Dragons did not speak with their vocal cords, but rather by telepathic broadcasting. Young ones would often “think aloud" when they didn't really mean to, which could lead to them blurting out thoughts that were meant to be private. They would eventually learn to keep their thoughts to themselves, like most modest and decent people.

Lady Nora was too old to be decent, and she hoped there were a few hikers down there who had started wondering whose name was so stupid.

The distant lights grew until they formed the outline of a mansion, situated comfortably in the slope of a forested mountain. Nora, ancient as she were, had to admit that it really was a nice house. She'd seen many castles rise, fall and then turn to dust over the centuries, but something about this wooden dwelling struck her as homely. Probably because she'd helped design it.

She let the calm winds take her down to the plaza outside the front door. She landed without a sound, as usual, only the faint clicking of massive claws on stone. The estate looked empty, though she knew he was here. Probably just him and the poor wolf as usual.

Perfect transformation was an almost impossible spell for normal mortals to cast. Only a few were born with the innate talent, and even those would tend to struggle.

Nora was a dragon, and she shifted as she wished.

The familiar tingle went down her spine. Gods, how she loved this spell. Her whole body began to glow before it shrank. Her tail shrivelled to a tenth of its size. Her scales softened into smooth skin, her wings became smaller and weaker on her shoulders, and her front legs diminished until they could hardly keep her upright with their smooth, claw-less fingers. Her rigid reptilian chest expanded into a pair of heavy mammalian breasts, further dragging her down.

This whole process lasted only a few seconds, and would have been quite degrading to most people; she'd gone from a godlike magical beast to a shivering naked woman with her butt in the air, panting on the ground with a much lower level of motor control than before. She'd lost control of her wings, and they were flapping comically on the ground like those of a grounded bat.

But that was okay. Nora secretly enjoyed it, in fact.

“Okay. Two legs now. Time to get up. Can't keep him waiting."

The instinct to crawl forwards on all fours was almost irresistible, and she did a few prying steps before stopping.

“Knees. Then feet. Bloody bipeds, I swear."

The evening breeze was strangely cool on her now exposed human skin, though this didn't bother her much. What did bother her, however, was the unusual grating of the stone plaza, and how hard it felt on her soft figure; though her arms and legs retained a reptilian layer of white scales, her torso was now entirely human, her sturdy hide replaced with smooth supple flesh.

It took the now notably smaller dragon a few tries to rise. She could still use her tail for balance, and ended up with her knees locked together and the tail tip stuck in the ground, hunched over in a highly un-elegant slouch.

This was inadequate.

With another magical gesture, she casually lowered the effect of gravity on her own body to almost zero. That made it a lot easier to stand, and by making her feet drawn directly towards the ground, she managed somewhat of a strut, which she was pretty sure looked quite sexy with her flowing hair and unnaturally bouncy breasts.

And at last, clothes. Humans really loved those.

Panties? Yes, but for her purpose they wouldn't have to be all that modest. Some tight and thin silky ones would do.

Bra? Mmmaybe? Black. Slightly transparent. She wasn't used to having exposed nipples, but she didn't quite like the idea of hiding them completely.

Pantyhose? Absolutely.

Anything else?

A long coat; a modest shell would make the scant underwear even sexier.

Blue, maybe? No, that would be too cliché. Not everything had to be the colour of his eyes and hair.

Black?

No, what was she thinking? White, of course! Her own colour. With the symbol of a dragon embroidered in gold on her chest.

Perfect.

The clothing materialized out of thin air on her command. The coat hanged loose over her shoulders with holes for her wings, the bra cupped her boobs and fastened itself tightly under her wing bones by a strap, the stockings clung to her still scaly legs with a string between each claw. The soft silk panties pulled themselves up between her legs and gave her a light wedgie as they squeezed tight against her smooth and fleshy groin.

Nora puffed; she should play dress-up more often.

With a slight wobble, she made her way towards the door. Though it was dragon-sized, the interior of the Legacy Estate was still a little snug for her tastes; “dragon-sized" was quite a loose term, since Nora was larger than most of her kind.

The golden entrance looked more imposing now that she was below six feet tall. It was designed to make humans feel small and insignificant; Trace had a thing for that. And she had to admit, the gilded frame was mighty impressive from such a low perspective.

When she was ten feet away, it opened inwards, and a familiar red-haired figure stepped forth with a regal posture.

Roselyn. Stewardess of the Legacy Estate.

“Stewardess…" A very nice way of saying “slave."

“I heard that, you know." The snow wolf said. “Your manners could use some work."

And your coop could use more chickens. Cluck, cluck.

Rose sighed and waved her hand. The door followed her command and swung open wide enough that Nora could stride through with her wings spread.

“There is no reason to threaten me, Nora." Rose mumbled as the dragon walked past her. “I'm not stupid enough to oppose you. I suppose you're here for Trace?"

Nora gave her a sideways glance.

Should she bother with empathy today?

…

Nah.

She plunged a magical feeler into the snow wolf's brain. It sounded like she opened her mouth to protest but didn't quite have time before her mind was browsed.

There was quite a bit of sadness in the old keidran. Bitterness, anger, heartache. Nora flipped past the emotions; yadda, yadda, she'd seen those before. She was looking for something more concrete.

Up the stairs. Blueprint for the manor. More stairs. Spiral staircase. Dust. Cobwebs. Trace. Ah. That's where he was.

Rose took a step to the side to stabilize herself when the dragon pulled out of her head.

Thank you.

The keidran swallowed and cleared her throat. “You're welcome… But you could have just asked. I know ah can't hide things from you anyways."

Nora cast a look over her shoulder as she sauntered up the stairs. The snow wolf stood with her hands behind her back in what looked like a respectful stance, but she could tell she was clenching her fists back there.

I know. But I like my way better.

The Legacy Estate had quite a few magical attributes. Most of which had been added by Nora, but some were invented by Trace, with an ingenuity that surprised even her.

Perfect insulation, magical heating, automatic polymorphing defensive perimeter, an oasis room, a teleport gate in the garden, showers that would never run out of hot water…

But the dragon's favourite feature was the secret passageways. Some required spells to unlock, others could only be located if you were certain they were there. Trace had even added a few hallways that could only be found if you didn't focus on them, a decision that confused her to no end; it was like he didn't want anyone to find them, not even himself, like he was afraid even of his own mind.

…Actually, being afraid of Trace's mind sounded like a reasonable disposition, now that she thought about it. Even for Trace himself.

Nora made her way to an inconspicuous wall on the second floor, focused her thoughts on a narrow wooden door that didn't exist, and then it did. The spiral staircase to Trace's private study was dusty and filled with cobwebs, not to mention narrow; The morphed dragon had to squeeze her silky wings close to her back, bunching up her coat and pulling it back so her barely covered breasts hung forth.

Wow, boobs really are a pain.

It felt good to come clear of the staircase, though she couldn't fully spread her wings in the next room either; Trace's study was cramped with shelves, chests and desks, all containing books, artefacts and schemes. She had to settle for folding them behind her back.

“Took you a while."

She almost didn't see him where he stood halfway behind a shelf, bending over a table.

Nora cleared her throat; The 'Tongues' spell was pretty elementary even to lower beings. Though she was unfamiliar with sapient vocal cords, a bit of magical guidance gave her the gift of perfect speech.

“I… was busy on The Isles. Regicide attempts are always a bash."

Her accent was hardly noticeable, and impossible to pinpoint.

Trace didn't nod. He didn't need to. “Wish they succeeded. The Federation would've been much easier to overthrow were it not for their massive pain of a king."

Nora chuckled awkwardly; “Mhm. Her and I aren't on good footing either. I tried to turn her into a man once just for laughs, and… Well." She stuck her oversized reptilian tongue out and massaged it gently. That episode had been unpleasant.

The dragon's horns scraped against the low wooden roof as she moved towards the human. Sometimes she wished he wouldn't be so obsessed with conquering and breaking people. Not that she had a problem with that, but it meant he'd have more time to focus on the more pleasant things in life.

Pleasant, like… her.

She put her hands on his shoulders, and felt them sink a little under her claws. Peeking past him, she could see a swath of papers detailing magical formulae, incomprehensible jotted notes and a shoddy sketch of a mana-powered tower.

Touching him made her a little giddy, a feeling she wouldn't get anywhere else; she had to actively suppress her wings so they didn't spread out in an excited fan.

“Nora…" He sighed.

“What?"

She made sure to press her chest close to him, spreading her coat so her sensitive human skin rubbed against his cloak.

His shoulders sank further. “If that's all you're here for, then I'm sorry to disappoint you." He murmured. “I'm busy."

Annoyance and arousal was not a good combo. “Oh, what does 'busy' mean?" she groaned. “Those dusty papers aren't going anywhere. Don't you have time for a little… massage? Your shoulders are awfully stiff."

Seducing Trace was never easy, and that's part of what made it so interesting. Humans were so much more prudish than other animals, and Trace was more than a prime example. He was one of the only people she'd ever known who had the gall to turn down a dragon, and it made her irritated, contemplative, and more than a little wet.

“No massage." He said. “These papers aren't going anywhere, but neither am I. There's work to do."

Elder gods, was he still grieving? Humans, feh. It's like talking to a wall. A highly competent, overpowering and dangerous wall.

It wasn't until she saw his smirk that she realized she'd thought the last bit out loud.

“Not even a quick one?" She said with an exaggerated pout. “Maybe on the… massaging bench in your cellar? The one with leather straps to keep people from squirming too much, and all the… tools to help work out all the tension?"

His smirk grew just a fraction of an inch wider, before covering itself behind the formal half-frown that he'd been wearing ever since that fateful evening. “I'm pretty sure you weren't supposed to know about that one. It wasn't added for you. You want me to tie you down again, don't you?"

She couldn't quite stop her tail from swishing into a bookshelf.

Mmmaybe…?

He sighed again, but this time she couldn't quite determine whether it was an annoyed or humorous one. “What's your deal with that?" He pondered. “I get that it's a sex thing, but last time I didn't even touch you, yet the dungeon still had a wet spot on the ground where you'd sat."

That was pretty much the point.

Over the millennia she'd spent flying across the world, she'd gone through phases of every sexual kink known to mankind, and a few more. Everything anyone could possibly imagine, she'd done at some point. She'd been pounded by every animal on earth, sampled the taste of every species. But the one thing underlining every encounter she'd ever had, was a feeling of control.

Whenever she walked into a room, she was always the strongest and wisest being in it, no matter who else was present. Every sexual episode was effortlessly directed by her, and she would always take it at whatever pace she wanted. She was always the one with the leash in her hand, and she could yank it whenever she wanted.

It was all so dreadfully boring. Couldn't someone else tug at her for once?

Trace hesitated while Nora held her breath. “Hmmm…" he murmured, and his voice was undercut by a very dangerous tone that sent a tingle from her wingtips and down to Nora's groin. “No massage, I don't have time for that. Buuut…" he swiped an item from somewhere in the pile of papers, but she couldn't quite catch what it was. “…But I do have time for something quicker." He held out an empty hand, an invitation. “Ready to teleport?"

She didn't hesitate for a split second.

A few moments later, they materialized in what looked like a tidy and well-kept basement. Nora looked around and felt her heart jump into her throat.

In the middle of the room there was a leather bench. There was no backrest, and it was roughly four feet in length. On the ground were four chains, one on each corner. The bench looked well used, deformed by the negative imprint of a humanoid body laid across. Though it had been cleaned, the faint scent of sex seemed to linger by it.

“Is… Is that…?"

“Breeding cellar." Stated Trace with a scrunched-up nose. “The slave trade can be very selective at times. I don't have much of an interest in it myself, but I do have connections to a few fine connoisseurs, who know which ones have the good genes."

He pointed to the chains on the ground. “Those are for the cases that don't want to be bred. Knowing keidran and their lifestyle, that number is surprisingly high. You tie their hands and feet to the ground while their torso is lying across the bench. A little old fashioned, as a decent control collar has the same effect, but then again I'm no expert at… breeding."

He looked around with a frown, and only now did Nora notice the cupboards standing by the walls, and the various fetish items hanging above them.

“This particular establishment branched into a sort of degenerate sex shop as well, and the less I think about what happens down here, the better I feel. It generates good income, however."

He turned towards Nora, who stood there shivering with anticipation. “Does that sound better than a massage? On the massaging bench with the tools to work out tension?"

The morphed dragon had to force some saliva into her mouth before she could answer. “guh- Y-yes. Yes, that does sound just adequate."

Trace nodded. “Good. Would you like to take a seat, or shall I tie you down?"

Something in his voice was off, and she knew it. She knew it was a bad idea. Trace was a powerful, dangerous and insane man.

…And that excited her more than anything else could.

“Tie me down." She said, eyes fixed at the bench in the middle of the room. Only now did she notice the small drain on the one end, positioned right beneath where her groin would be.

His hand was warm on her shoulder, and his breath in her ear. “Then will you close your eyes for two seconds? I've a gift for you."

Oh, this was such a terrible idea. Of the millions of people who lived in Mekkan, there were maybe two or three Nora would ever consider a possible threat, even in the most unthinkable circumstances.

She took a nervous breath, nodded, and shut her eyes. There was the feeling of cold metal touching her neck.

Oh wait, don-

Her eyes flew open just in time to see everything turn black.

The world was sideways and everything hurt. The floor had moved up to her face somehow, and was pushing against her right cheek. Had he just hit her in the head with something? No, that wouldn't even make a dent, not with her magical defences.

Something was choking her. Was there a rope around her throat? She barely had the strength and muscle control to bring her hand up there, and found a steel collar hanging loosely around her neck, with plenty of space to draw breath.

There was a ringing in her ears, but Trace's voice came through loud and clear;

“Fascinating… It even stopped you from morphing. I was prepared to teleport outside in the event you'd grow back to full size and destroy this building."

Something tugged at the collar, and Nora couldn't stop her tongue from rolling out in its full length, wheezing.

“Looks to be working just as I intended." Trace continued. “Not a single blip of mana anywhere on your body, just human flesh and bones, plus wing tissue, tail and horns. This research will be… very useful. Thank you, Nora."

His feet moved out of her field of vision, and she heard his footsteps fade.

Wait, are you just going to leave me here? Trace?!

No, goddammit, he couldn't hear her like that, she was literally thinking it to herself. “Thhlaaekh!" she blubbered with her soft human vocal cords.

His footsteps stopped, and then grow louder again as he turned back to her. “Oh, right. You always relied on magic to vocalize. How could I forget."

He crouched next to her again. “I suppose you're wondering what will happen now." It seemed like he was pretending to weigh a decision. “The collar should prevent your body from producing or preserving any sort of magic. With it on, all your strength will be sapped before you can use it. I'm almost surprised it works as well as it does. Though it wouldn't be a proper test if I just took it off right away. I'll have to see if it damages you any more over time, or if it will even last. Maybe you'll break free, who knows?"

There was a short break, and Nora felt his gaze go across her body. “I will return to the Estate now. As I said, I'm a busy man. I'll send someone for you in the morning, you can stay here overnight."

He gave her butt a pat which made her loins twinge and drip, before turning away. His footsteps faded again, and she could make out the sound of a door being opened.

“Oh, one last thing…" Came from a distance away. “This establishment is only open at night-time; Apparently the proprietor's… ergh… 'studs' prefer doing it while the moon's out. I'll go have a word with him, tell him he's got a customer. Don't want you to get bored down here."

And with that, he was gone.

With her magic-guided internal clock broken, Nora didn't know how long it took for her to focus her eyes properly. She was lying on the floor, a few feet from the breeding bench. Her head throbbed and her body ached, her wings spread uselessly on the ground. She could move, but just barely; It felt like every limb was in a vice and pulled down towards the ground by invisible strings. Everything was so heavy, and she was so much weaker than before.

Nevertheless, she managed to pull herself up on all fours. At least that was a position she knew how to control.

One careful limb-movement at a time, she crept towards the bench; She had to prop herself up on something, an anchor to hold onto. She ended up planting face-first into the soft leather, and got a nose full of washed-out cum-scent.

Arms shaking from the strain, she got as far as halfway onto the bench before collapsing with her breasts squished beneath her, drooling onto the leather.

It was time to think. Or try to, at least.

He'd put a Null Collar on her. One that stopped her from generating mana.

The insane, deranged and absolutely brilliant madman had actually done it; He'd invented an artefact that could stop even a dragon in its tracks. Nora, like all others of her kind, was powered almost entirely by magic. Though her body was made of flesh and bones, most of her otherworldly strength came not from muscle, but arcane energy. She'd relied on it as a crutch for thousands of years, and now…

She tried to raise her head, but it felt like her horns weighed a ton.

…Now she was completely helpless.

The collar pulsed faintly against her throat. She wondered how it worked. Dragon magic was quite different from other types, and she could easily lure regular spells, thoughts and concepts through a normal slave collar. In fact, she'd tried wearing those before. Many, many times.

Having a submission fetish wasn't easy when you were within the ten most powerful beings in existence, and the other nine were stuck-up gods.

Oooh, but Trace made it work, alright.

The way he'd looked at her with a distanced interest, how he'd used her as nothing more than a subject for an experiment. How he'd figuratively stepped on her face, used her like nothing more than a common test subject.

She had to wonder if it was all part of the game, if she could still consider him a friend. Would he really come and get her later, or would he just leave her here to rot? Would he apologize?

It was such a brand-new feeling; to be in the hands of someone else. Under their foot, so to speak. And though she lacked the strength to even lift a claw, her body still managed to send a shiver through her body and down to her loins, her tail swishing and her legs spreading a little wider.

There was a sound somewhere. Behind her, in the direction where Trace had left. Muffled voices behind a wall or a door, and they were growing louder; someone was coming.

Nora was acquainted with another rare emotion: Fear.

She'd forgotten what it was like to be afraid, but now she remembered: How her eyes widened, her heart beat faster, her body quickened.

She was defenceless like this. Completely and utterly naked, despite all her fancy clothing. It would usually take an entire guild of archmages to even put a dent in her magical body, but now she could die to a single misplaced claw or tooth, just like a regular human. All it would take to end her ancient and venerable life would be half an inch of sharpened matter against her soft human neck, and then a little bit of pressure.

She started trembling. Gods, what a rush!

The door opened with a creak, and the noises became clear. Nora instantly recognized the voices of wolves, speaking in low keidran.

<So… This the one?> one of them said.

<Yep… Not really sure what it is. Looks like a human, but it's got horns… and wings!>

Younger dragons had to rely on telepathy to understand foreign language, but Nora had luckily internalized the tongues of every single species in the world, both figuratively and… physically.

<Well…> the first one sighed. <We've got our orders. Boss said we get mostly free reigns with this one, only one rule: Don't mess with the collar.>

There was a lighter voice; <She's got a collar too? That mean she's a slave, and this is one of those fertilizing jobs? Is that why she's so… knocked out?>

The older one sighed again, and Nora could make out the sound of laces being undone and fabric hitting the floor.

<Don't know, don't care. She looks like a human, and those don't carry pups…>

Oh, elder gods. Dragons could reproduce with anything. Nora had set up some charms on herself to stop that from happening, as she didn't care for more children. Those charms had gone out the same window as her mobility, spellcasting and speech.

<…So I'm guessin' this is a fetish job. Not that it matters to me, it's been a week since my last, and I'm hard as a rock. I'll take the main entrance, you three can fight over her mouth. Or take turns, I don't care.>

The wolves spread out around her, one of them stopping at her feet. A pair of hands fumbled with the back of her coat, before lifting it up to expose her rear. The open air brought a cold gust to her underside, and the drops of juice rolling down her inner thigh felt even colder.

The keidran whistled. <Whew… I don't know what this girl is, but I can tell she's ready. Smells nice, too. Makes me feel better about what we're about to do.>

Another new voice piped in. <Uh… Hey, she's not even tied down. Shouldn't we fix that?>

Oh yes, please do!

<Really now, does she look like she's gonna run away? Lady's in a coma.>

Another short silence. The wolf's finger lingered on the top of her pantyhose. Then he scoffed.

<Alright, fine, at least get her into position on the bench. Chain her up if you want, I'll be busy back here.>

There was a second pair of hands around her wrists. She was pulled across the bench until her groin rested on one end and her face peeked over the other one. Then there was the feeling of cold metal around her wrists, followed by two clicks.

Meanwhile, her pantyhose was pulled down to her shins, and her panties followed suit. They stuck to her crotch a little before they slid down. Then there was a waft of warm air on her mound; the keidran was sniffing her.

At the edge of her vision she could see another wolf's groin. Muscular hips, thick fur, heavy balls and a red cock poking halfway out of a wet sheath. He moved a little closer and crouched down, so his face was level with hers.

<Hey uh… Lady? Are you awake? Do you understand what I'm saying?>

From behind her came a snort, underlined by another gust of hot air on her wet lips.

<Pfff… Why do you even bother? We have our orders, and she was already bent over the bench when we found her, wet as a fox in heat. You're new here, so I guess you've never had to deal with a forced breeding job. Lemme tell ya, this here is much more pleasant than that. At the end of the day, Boss has the final say, and he told us to keep her company tonight. Now if you'll excuse me…>

His warm breath gave way for an even warmer tongue, pushing into her folds. It was a deep lick, strong and wild, with his fangs pricking at her skin when he reached the deepest point. There was a set of claws on her cheeks, where he rested his weight as he ate her out with a mix of passion and routine. This wasn't the first time Nora had a canine tongue inside her, not even the tenth or hundredth. But this was the first time she'd felt it without any control, without any form of protection or promise for her own safety.

The wolf at her front didn't give up;

<Hey, at least give me a sign that you're awake. Blink, nod, moan, anything. This will be your last chance to talk for a while, since your mouth will be quite busy with other things in just a moment.>

Nora was fluent in Keidran. She knew her vocal cords were too weak and unfamiliar to form complex sentences, but…

<Y…hyesss.> she moaned. Her tongue flopped out at the end and left a moist half-foot-long trail on the dry leather.

That oughta do it.

There were a few gasps from the onlookers.

<Whoa… Look at that tongue!>

<You better get to work, man. I can't stand around and wait forever.>

<Don't need to ask me twice. Open up down there.>

Nora raised her head and stared into one of the girthiest wolf-dicks she'd ever seen. It was all out in the open, only the knot was still hidden in the sheath. She was pretty sure it wouldn't fit in her mouth, at least not the middle part…

But then it struck her, just as the wolf at her rear stopped licking and rose from his knees to a crouch, his hands resting on her lower back.

It struck her that it really didn't matter whether she was loose enough to take their knots; They were going to force themselves into her no matter what, and she had absolutely no say in it.

The jolt of pleasure sent by this realization was almost enough to make her cum on its own, and it sent a surge of energy through her system.

The one at her front held her up by the hair with one hand, and cradled her jaw with the other. His member throbbed high enough to hit her nose, leaving a stain of musky precum before it made its way down between her lips.

Nora raised her tongue and licked his shaft; she'd given thousands of blowjobs in her life, this was no diff-

There was a pain and a warmth between her legs. The other one was busy mounting her, and he wasted no time. His tip prodded into her, before firmly sinking in until the head embedded itself with a low pop. But he didn't stop there; The dragon cringed and dug her claws into the ground as he stretched her with his girth, squeezing himself deep into her vulnerable mound.

She groaned, but was cut short by a gag. She'd opened both her mouth and her throat, and the younger wolf seized the opportunity:

Suddenly her cheeks were bulging with cock. Then her throat was filled as well. Her jaw hurt, but the keidran's hand followed the bulge from the outside and massaged her straining muscles.

Then his member reached the widest part at the middle and stopped.

There was a hand in her hair, brushing it to the side. It caressed her head for a moment, before trailing up along her horn. Then there were two, holding on like her horns were handle bars.

<Remember to breathe through your nose> He mused.

He took a wide stance, pulled at her horns, and bucked his hips so hard it sent a tremor through her when his shaft shot down her gullet. She swallowed instinctively, sending a ripple along his length.

Then she was shaken by another jolt, this time from her groin.

The older wolf put his weight onto her, with his hands around her hips. His chest brushed against her back as he thrust hard, slamming through her pussy with a clap and a grunt.

Pain was not something Nora had felt a lot of in the last millennium. With her near-infinite power, nothing could ever come close to hurting her.

Now the agony radiated from her throat and vulva, hot and intrusive. Real pain, outside her control.

And while technically unpleasant by definition, this was what she'd sought for so long.

The one humping her face pulled out by an inch, before filling her throat yet again, and the dragon realized that they wouldn't stop, and she couldn't force them to; She was at their mercy, and they would continue until they came.

Through the pain came an energy unlike anything she'd felt before, a primal concoction of fear, lust, pain and pleasure. This was so dangerous, completely out of her hands, and there was nothing to say she would even survive to the morning. Her hands were chained to the ground, she was powerless, and the wolves were free to do whatever they wanted with her until dawn.

Oh, she was close. She was really, really-

The orgasm nearly knocked out what little consciousness she still had when it hit her. Everything was washed out by a bright shade of pink as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. All she could feel were the intense thrusts as one of them continued to plunge in deep between her legs, and the pain from the back of her throat when the other wolf finally went balls deep in her mouth. Her body went taut and flexed every muscle, and she heard a loud flap, followed by surprised gasps from the wolves.

The waves washed over her, each one weaker than the last, until her vision returned along with her other senses. That had taken a real toll on her, and little dots of white still danced across her retina when she looked back up at the young wolf still humping her mouth. He'd slowed his pace a little, but kept his shaft buried deep in her to make up for the gentler speed.

She just noticed she'd spread her wings.

<Whoa, what's up with this?> One of them panted. <I thought those were just freaky decoration. Is she even human?>

Nora felt a hand grab the base of her wings and pull. Not with enough force to break them, but hard enough to make her cry out onto the wolf's cock.

<Nope, they're real, alright. Weird…> The one at her back bent down between Nora's wings and panted in her ear; <I don't know what you are, but you sure as hell ain't human or keidran. I've been a breeder for eight years, and I've only seen people with wings a couple times before. Had a girl here last week…>

He interrupted himself with a heavy grunt as his knot against into the dragon's underside with a loud smack, knocking a choked moan from her chest.

<…She had orange wings and a couple wiggly horns, scaled skin on her hands and feet. Like she was wearing a costume or something. Wore an expensive-looking amulet and insisted we called her a dragon. Screeched like a wildcat when she came and kept begging for more. She related to you or something?>

Nora was too busy moaning, panting and trying to catch a few breaths between the other wolf's humps to answer, and it seemed like he understood;

<Eh, it doesn't matter to me, really. You both have human girly bits, and tight ones at that. Helps to know I won't be leaving any pups wandering around afterwards.>

Nora had gone through many mates over the last century, but she couldn't recall anyone calling her “tight"; She'd always used magic to stretch herself whenever her partners were too big, almost subconsciously.

Now the breeder's member sent a sting of pain every time it hilted itself, and no amount of lubricant could fully soothe it; He was simply a bit too large for her, and it hurt.

But it hurt. So. Good!

The elder one dug his claws into her cheeks, growling;

<Gods, I… Ghrrnnh!>

His little razors marked Nora's flesh with ten shallow stripes as he clawed her, but she hardly felt it; Deep in her womb, a warmth had started spreading, and it grew with every rut; The Keidran was cumming inside her, flooding her tiny humanoid womb with warm seed. It took only a few cumshots before she was full, and it started dripping from her loins and into the drain below.

<You might -hah- wanna pull out of her mouth for a sec.> He warned.

The wolf at her front complied; Nora gave a weak “ghlakh" when her jaws were held open and the thick cock pulled out of her throat…

…Then she understood why: The other wolf took a firm grip of her rear and rammed into her at full force, splitting her labia wide with a knot nearly the size of a grapefruit. A cry came from her mouth before she grit her teeth against the pain; It felt like he was tearing her apart.

Her vulva resisted only for half a second before giving in, and swallowed the hard ball with an audible “Pop!"

The acute pain instantly turned into a thumping ache as he continued to empty his balls in her, splashes of hot seed painting her rear in a sticky warmth as it squirted out past her lips, her womb already at capacity. Nora curled her fists against the hard floor, riding her own orgasm to the end. This time her moans were muffled by clenched teeth, but still loud enough to echo through the cellar along with wolfish grunts and the noise of a canine sheath beating against wet human flesh.

Then he was done. Nora felt a final, deep thrust, before he landed on top of her, panting. There were a few more squirts of cum before he was empty. His balls came to rest on her strained lips, throbbing lightly.

The older keidran trailed his fingers up her neck and past her jaw, up to her mouth.

Nora had been at the bottom of many a gangbang; Receiving from both ends wasn't news to her, and opening her mouth to suck on the Keidran's fingers came to her as an instinct.

But the moment she opened up, his fingertips pulled away, and she heard him huff;

<Alright, carry on. She's not biting down.>

Nora was only given half a second of pause before her throat was full of cock once again; The one at her front took a fresh grip at her horns and forced his way in as the elder one held her mouth open from behind. Though her throat convulsed, he still managed to shove it all the way in to the start of the knot, his moist pubic fur impacting her stubby human nose with a silent bump. It had been a long while since Nora had gasped for breath without getting it, and it didn't take long before she was gagging helplessly onto the thick meaty member, her only relief provided by clogged nasal inhales.

Her hands curled and strained involuntarily against the chains. The lack of air made everything a little faded. Everything, save for the tingling twitch that ran from her groin and up her spine yet again. Somewhere in the back of her distracted mind she concluded that the wolves had to be rather experienced at this; The one violating her face had a strong grip on her horns, but he always gave just enough of a break between the thrusts that she didn't quite choke.

Then on the apex of a thrust she felt him throb and buck his hips. Before she could object (not that it would do much) her jaw was forced dangerously wide, and her ears picked up a strained grunt from above as a giant sphere of muscle forced its way into her maw before swelling up, blocking every inch of her mouth. There was another grunt, another thrust, and a shock of warmth shooting down her throat as the wolf came vigorously, bending her neck back and making her throat strain against the magic collar. It poked far enough down her pipe that she didn't even need to consciously swallow the cum that surged through; It was pumped directly into her stomach, spurt after spurt after spurt.

Nora had already resigned herself to the fact that her mouth was nothing but a warm and snug hole to the canines, but she hadn't quite felt it to this degree, because now she was properly choking. Mascara ran down her face, and she gagged heavily to no avail. The wolf kept gyrating his hips, tickling Nora's nose with his untrimmed bush. Her wings started flapping weakly, her hands twitching and pulling on the chains in a desperate, instinctual attempt to remove his cock so she could breathe, all in vain.

She didn't even notice she was about to orgasm again until she crested with an exhausted and muffled moan. The shock of suddenly regaining feeling in a part that had been so numb knocked everything askew, and her eyes shot open as she tensed and clenched every muscle, soaking the breeding bench once again. Though her vision was fading, she caught a glimpse of the wolf's chin past his heaving chest.

He wasn't even looking at her. To him she was just a source of sexual relief, complete with lips to suck at the stem behind his knot, and horn-shaped handles for better grip when he thrust himself into her. He didn't know who she was, nor did he seem to care as he let a course moan slip out past clenched teeth, a few warm throbs running through his knot.

Everything was a little blurry, so she didn't quite catch what the wolves said, nor which one of them was speaking, but she picked up the words <Damn tight> and <...Think you're choking her.> The next thing she felt was a hard tug behind her teeth, followed by a pain in her jaw as her mouth was pried to a dangerous point once again, the knot forcing her to gape as it pulled out. The strain lasted for a full second before being replaced by a feeling of vacuum, her throat gripping around the thick and spittle-covered cock as it slowly retreated, leaving behind a trail of fresh cum all the way from her stomach to her lips.

Everything flickered for a moment.

Nora saw her vision go dark. Then in the next moment she was staring at the floor, eyeing the globs of saliva and sperm that dangled from her mouth and nose. The air she'd dragged down her now sore and sticky throat came back out as loud hard moans among tired coughs. The continued orgasm made her dizzy and queasy, knocking askew her perspective.

The wolf at her front held her head up by the horn, and the world tilted until she found herself facing upward. Her eyes didn't quite know whether to focus at his face or at his cock and settled for neither, leaving everything unclear. The canine then leaned forward, resting his wolfhood on her forehead. She was forced to draw breath against his balls, and the intense musk overwhelmed her almost as much as the warmth and weight of fresh cum as he finished unloading in her hair.

<You still with us down there?>

This time she managed to place the voice as the one holding her by the horn. He was panting, and his tone was a bit more gentle and smooth than before.

An inarticulate “mlhah" was all Nora managed before gulping up a couple spoonfuls of wolf semen onto the underside of his sheath. She was rewarded with a rough head-pat and a sigh.

<Pretty sure she is.> the other one affirmed. <Felt her cum a second time while you humped her face. Cleaning crew's gonna have a field day with this mess; girl's way into, I think the leather will carry her smell for months. Squeezed my dick like a goddamn sausage skin, too.> He gave her rump a heavy slap.

There came a growl from the sideline. It sounded both annoyed and excited.

<Okay, old man. Sounds like a blast. You gonna stay in there until you croak, or do you wanna let someone below thirty have a go?>

Nora whimpered when the knot tugged at her already stretched vulva. The older wolf growled in return, but there was a humorous tone beneath it.

<I'm nineteen, pup. But if you really can't wait, then…>

Nora was once again forced to clench her teeth to suppress a scream; Even though her bits were closed tightly around his knot, the wolf had no problem pulling out with his hands on her ass for leverage. She sensed every inch of veiny cock as it retreated with a soggy “schlp", leaving her cramping and expelling what felt like a pint of sperm onto the floor in audible splashes.

<...step right up.>

It couldn't have taken more than a second or so before a hand gripped around her tail and yanked it upwards. Her tailbone creaked painfully, but it was what came after that made her whine submissively; The feeling of a well-lubricated finger entering her rear.

<Ah, taking the other way in, are we?> came smugly from somewhere to the side.

The new wolf chuckled and forced a second digit in, swirling them around to coat her insides with the slippery substance. <Yeah. Not about to put my junk in some gray-fur's sloppy seconds. Give me the fresh bits instead.> He punctuated this by jamming his fingers knuckle deep and spreading them, and then pouring what Nora presumed to be more lubricant onto her ring. Then he paused for a moment, and she could faintly parse the noise of paw against wet flesh as he stroked himself in preparation.

<You wanna make yourself useful and untie her for a bit?> he murmured. <Never liked this position.>

There was another chuckle, this time from her front. <How can you not like doggy style when doing it in the ass? It's like the only one that makes sense.>

Nora whimpered when a third digit stretched her mercilessly and sank in to the knuckle. <Oh, will you just fucking do it?> The wolf pumped his fingers inside her. <Else I'm gonna go over there and rawdog you instead.>

<Alright, okay, fine!> the other one laughed, and Nora finally got to breathe some reasonably fresh air as he stepped away from her face. Then she found herself languidly chasing the sheath with her tongue, lapping up what little she could reach of the cum-soaked fur before it was out of range.

She'd been through phases of cock addiction before, and this time was mostly the same; the circumstances, consequences and threats to her own safety became unimportant, and for now all she could think about was how much she needed him inside her mouth again. It didn't matter how she'd almost suffocated, nor that her throat was already sore and sticky. The deprivation only fanned the flames, and the fingers in her butt did little to douse them.

The wolf gave her an awkward look as he crouched down to unchain her hands.

<You might wanna loosen up.> he commented dryly <I never measured in inches, but this guy is pretty uh… big. Both in body size and downstairs. And he's not quite as gentle as me.>

Not quite as ge- What?!

Nora didn't get much time to ponder about this as a giant hand closed itself around her horn, this time from behind. Her head was tilted backwards as he effortlessly pulled her into an upright position, her skin sticking to the now sweaty breeding bench. Her breasts bobbed and her nipples perked happily when a second hand lured itself under her thigh and lifted her into the air with spread legs. Her tail was nudged to the side by what felt like a warm tapered flagpole.

<You got that right> said a warm breath in her ear <This might hurt a bit at the start. But something tells me you've done this before, so you should already know that.>

The massive rod started clumsily poking around near the base of her tail. It was well lubed, and soon the whole area was slippery and wet. He shifted his grip from her horn to her chest, wrapping his arm around her to squeeze her close. Then his tip found the hole it was looking for, and pried in just a little.

<Hope you're ready>

Nora thought she was. She'd taken it from behind hundreds of times before, and the feeling was familiar enough for the first split second; a straining not unlike voiding, but warm, intrusive and piercing, just wrong and dirty enough to be hot. She was prepared to feel the shaft slide in, and for her body to magically accommodate itself to its size.

She was, however, not ready for her ass to protest before half the head entered, already straining from the girth. She was not prepared for him to ignore her teeth-grit whimper and push on ahead, popping it in with a wet 'splt'. She was not prepared for the shaft to widen to the enormous width that it did, stretching her to the absolute limit where it felt like her flesh would tear in half if it went any further.

<ngh-hlah! D-dont!>

The plea came without thought, and was thoroughly ignored. She hadn't even meant to say it, as she didn't really want him to pull out. She was a slave to her own instincts, and the word “Don't" had come as a response to the loss of control. She had no restraint over herself, and definitely not over the wolf; She felt him renew his grip, and force her further down his shaft. To her surprise she didn't get ripped in half, but the pain was still enough to tease another outburst from her mouth, this time wordless and loud.

The keidran groaned and bucked his hips as hard as he could while angling himself upwards. Nora felt her whole body get lifted by his cock, then squeezed back down by his trunk-like arms until there was fur brushing against her cheeks, and then a little further until her painfully stretched ring was greeted by a wet sheath. She saw the other wolves take in the spectacle with impressed faces, a quiet <Holy shit> slipping out of the youngest one.

<Yeah.> he breathed against her cheek. <Pretty tight, this one. But she can handle it, this ain't nearly her first time. Ain't that right?>

Nora was too paralyzed by the shock to reply. It was like the cock had blocked her breath somehow, because every short intake was strained and difficult. Her right hand absentmindedly made its way down to her belly, and found a hard bulge poking out under her navel. She stroked it and heard the wolf murr.

<Good, right? It'll get better in a moment.>

She didn't doubt it; He shifted his grip again before slowly pulling out half an inch. The bulge sank, and she was assaulted by a feeling of intense suction, her ring gripping around him.

<Looosen up…> he guided <or this can get very messy. Here, I'll help.>

Deft and strong fingers made their way down to her lips, his left hand coming down to relieve her. He jabbed them in without warning and found the sweet spot right away. The massage he gave was forceful but well trained, and soon she found her legs splayed and her muscles convulsing, yet again at the edge of an orgasm.

It was in a slack moment that the keidran saw his chance to retreat from her rear. His fingers curled into a hook, lifting her upwards as he yanked his hips down, pulling out with a noise like he was lifting a boot out of a swamp. The entire thing slipped out effortlessly, head included, and Nora finally got to gasp and yelp as her system returned to normal.

The hung keidran brought his member up in front of her belly, inspecting the shaft with a nod of approval. <Mmm, completely clean. Not only have you taken cock before, but you also came well prepared. Dirty one, are ya? Two holes not enough?>

Nora's only reply was a yelp of affirmation, as his fingers were still firmly massaging her sweet spot. Her legs jerked up with every hard press, as if someone yanked at her knees with invisible strings. Trace's null collar had cut away all the magical control she'd had over her own body, and now the loose strings were free for the wolves to pull, yank and tangle.

And pull they did. Nora could do nothing but feel the orgasm approach yet again, moaning and whining as his fingers worked mercilessly at her sacred parts. Through teary eyes she saw him bring out a bottle of thick clear liquid and empty it onto his member before chucking it away, then stroking the shaft until it was gleaming with lube.

<Okay, I think we're done warming up> he growled as the head poked into her now slightly loosened hole, the pent-up excitement clear in his voice <Hold onto something.>

And without waiting further, he slammed in at full force. His newly lubed cock forced its way down to the sheath with a thundering slap, paralyzing the half-dragon. A stunted scream tried to crawl out her mouth, but was once again blocked before it got up her throat, so all she managed was a choked 'ghark!' before he carelessly pulled back out, then thrust back in just as hard. The impact swung his heavy balls into her underside with a loud wet slap, adding to the tremors that ran all the way through to her head, rocking her very skull.

It took only a few thrusts before she came again, much stronger than before. The wolf must have felt it approach, his fingers slipping out of her vulva to instead push hard at her clit, rubbing it intently as she crested, all the while pounding away at her rear. Once again she shut her eyes and saw the darkness explode into countless stars when the climax hit her like a hammer, shattering her world into tiny painful shards of pleasure. She could distantly hear the noises of some human woman screaming her lungs out, with a backdrop of wet slapping and low keidran laughter. The sounds of liquid hitting the floor in short squirts were strangely sharp, followed by more muffled chuckling. Something told her she should be ashamed of this, but she didn't really feel any connection to the noises. All she felt were rhythmic shocks of heat rising up from what she assumed to be her lower body.

Then there was a voice, slightly clearer than the other sounds. Though still faded, she parsed the words <Hah, told ya she would be a screamer> as well as <-squirter too, looks like.>

Still riding on an otherworldly cloud, Nora tried to make sense of the sensations that were battering her. There was warmth and a pressure in her rear, pounding and blasting away at a steady pace. Her bits were on fire, closing and clenching desperately around nothing, the hollow emptiness almost unbearable in contrast to the fullness in her butt.

The canine gave one more push to the hilt, pressing his sheath against her flesh so hard it felt like she would choke. Then there was a pause, before she felt two fingers spreading her folds to show the others her main opening, dripping with cum and still trembling in what felt like an endless orgasm.

<You guys wanna have a go?> she heard from behind, <Got at least one free spot here, and she doesn't seem to mind.>

The voice moved much closer, right up to her ear. <You don't, right?>

No one waited for her reply, though it wouldn't make much of a difference as she really didn't have one. Through blurred vision she saw a wolf approach her from the front, before her legs were spread and lifted by a pair of furred hands. It only took a few pokes before a warm cock found its spot in her pussy, sinking in halfway to the knot at the first thrust.

Nora hadn't noticed how close she was to fainting until she tried opening her eyes, and realized they'd been staring blindly into nothingness for a good while. She was blacking out, probably from lack of mana. She'd been mostly incapacitated before, but now the wolves were quite literally fucking her senseless.

This situation was more dangerous than what was comfortable to the ancient beast, but she'd long realized there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop it. All she could do was weakly wrap her arms around his shoulders to anchor herself, trying her best to not black out completely.

She managed that for a while, until his knot forced her lips wide yet again, and a familiar warmth exploded in her core as he filled her.

She didn't know how long she'd been out, but it couldn't have been more than a few moments; The stupidly hung wolf was still inside her butt, only now she was bent over the bench as he rutted her relentlessly, holding her up by one of her horns while caressing her breast. His calm breaths had become rough grunts now, and Nora realized she must've recently cummed, because her loins were cramping painfully, and she had liquid running down her legs.

there was a powerful thrust, and then a break. Something pulsed inside her.

Then she yelped meekly as a pair of jaws clacked in place around her shoulder and a set of claws streaked across her belly. There was a pressure on her bum as it came in contact with a massive surface of muscle at the end of the wolf's member, an impossibly huge knot trying to force its way in.

The wolf grunted and pushed again, slow and hard.

At first it felt like an impossible fit, and Nora was about to breathe a sigh of relief, praising herself lucky that he'd given up. But somehow, after a full five seconds of struggle, her tired ring began to relent, at first kissing the hard sphere, then opening around it, before halfway swallowing it.

There was another huff against her shoulder, then a final, savage pump. She felt her guts strain against the leather on the couch, bulging awkwardly. Then the wolf hilted himself with a wet fleshy noise, causing a storm of white dots to clutter what was left of her vision. When she gasped for air, she ended up coughing and whimpering instead, snapping and gulping like a fish on land.

She hardly registered the heat that shot through her insides when the keidran came. She had no idea how deep he was, but he must have been close to the point where he'd cause horrible damage to her innards, she could tell by how his cock caused a sharp bulge above her navel, and how she could feel it throbbing from the outside with every powerful shot of cum. It didn't take long before a sticky wet warmth ran down the inside of her cheeks and in between her sore folds, indicating he'd filled her ass to its capacity, and his seed ran the way of least resistance.

It had been a while since Nora had cummed from anal stimulation alone, but this was more than enough. Though her body was failing on multiple levels, she felt her back arch up against the wolf's chest, her shoulder pressing into his panting jaw as she moaned in unison with his growls. And he replied by fastening his grip of her breast and now notably bulging belly in an embrace that could almost be described as passionate, had the circumstances been different. His thrusts grew a little softer, from hard ruts to a slow, rocking motion. The pressure at her shoulder was relieved and soon replaced by a warm and supple tongue when he pulled his teeth back, licking her face.

The feeling of thick warm liquid running down the inside of her thighs and shins was oddly faded to the polymorphed reptilian; Everything washed out by the overwhelming feeling in her butt. The wolf caressed her tits, holding her close to his chest to stop her from slumping lifelessly across the breeding bench. She felt her wings flap against the ground, useless ornaments that she'd only kept for good looks. Nora couldn't imagine what she looked like now, filled and covered with keidran cum, cross-eyed and unable to stand on her own two feet. Not quite the image of otherworldly majesty that she used to be.

The keidran gave a sigh into her ear, satisfied.

<Gods, you're tight.> he hummed. <But durable. I bet you can take three of us at once without too much damage. If you can handle me, the others shouldn't be a problem.> His hand brushed over her neck, then went up to her horn again.

<Shall we find out? The night is still young, and it'll take a while for my knot to come out. The four of us have stamina to go 'till the morning. How about you?>

Nora had neither the breath, mental faculties or control of her vocal cords to tell the breeder that no, she couldn't go until the morning. That she was exhausted, that she'd already passed out multiple times, that she'd already swallowed more cum than what was probably healthy. She had no way of telling him that she could hardly breathe, and she had to get out of the anti-mana collar as soon as possible.

She received a pat on the head, and another warm lick on the neck. <Not hearing any complaints, so I guess we'll carry on.> His other hand placed itself on her jaw, holding it open. <Deep breath, lady.> came from somewhere in front of her; she could hardly see anything, but through her blurry vision she caught a glimpse of gray hips and a thick, reddish-pink shaft before it went into her mouth. She realized a little too late that she should have heeded the voice, because soon her airflow was shut once again, her throat bulging with cock. Her long tongue hanged from her jaw, before tucking itself into the closest thing it could find, namely a snug keidran sheath. There was a gasp, then a second pair of hands grabbing her firmly by the horns.

She realized she was going to pass out a moment before it happened. The blizzard cluttering her vision turned to a solid white, then black. The last thing she felt was a gush of warmth flooding her throat, then another one shooting out her nose.

The next rounds of rutting were a long blur for Nora. It was impossible to keep track of how many loads she swallowed, and how many went up her various holes. The Keidran pleasure slaves seemed to possess near-infinite stamina, which she suspected to be reinforced by some magic trinkets or drug. The orgasms piled onto each other until it felt like she spent more time cumming than not. The wolves were rough, but professional, pounding her in shifts, alternating between her holes while waiting for the knotted one to open up. The pain had eventually turned to a warm numbness, and eventually that was all she felt.

Thus, it took her awhile to notice the change in pace when the wolves began to wind down. The first thing that overcame the numbness was a feeling of hard floor against her back, and the grating sensation of her horns as they scraped against the ground. One of the wolves laid on top of her, thrusting lazily into her tired and sore lips. His breaths were heavy, his tongue lolling out his mouth. His hips trembled at the bottom of each thrust, something Nora could feel every time his knot slapped against her skin with a sticky plap. Through faded eyes she saw him grit his teeth and grunt, just before she felt a dull ache in her loins as she was knotted for the hundredth time. She couldn't even tell if it made her cum; her sexual wants had been frayed to numbness, so all she managed to give in response was an inaudible huff. There was a familiar heat in her womb, the wolf's seed squirting into her chamber.

A muffled voice came from the side. <Hey, Rex. Sun's almost up. We're overdue.>

Almost up? Nora thought to herself. Have I been down here for that long? It didn't feel like she'd spent hours in the breeding cellar… but then again, she couldn't feel much at all by this point.

<Already?> the younger wolf replied. <Can ya give me twenty minutes? I just tied her.>

There was the clicking of a tongue. <Tch. No, boss said “until dawn". You know what that means. Now yank it out and get your ass over here, so we can hit the tub before bed. I think one of you came in my chest fluff. Don't want the smell to stick.>

<Awww, man…>

Nora felt a pair of hands on her shoulder, then an acute pain in her vulva as it was strained by an inflated knot.

<Sorry about this, lady.> he mumbled. <Loosen up, and->

This was far from the first time Nora had a partner pull out while his knot was still fully inflated, but she'd usually had the advantage of a much more flexible body. The wolf braced himself against her chest, digging into her skin as he forcefully drew back. Nora's muscles cramped around the engorged member, before submitting against the overwhelming pressure. Her vision clouded over with tears, and she saw both her wings and her hands reaching for the wolf's blurry face, spasming in pain. Then he pulled a little harder, and the dragon yelped as the hard orb popped back out, followed by a gush of juices. She blinked away the tears, and found herself staring into a wooden roof, a brown tail disappearing from the corner of her eye.

<Hey, do you think she'll be alright?> she heard the wolf say, accompanied by the creak of a door opening and closing. <She looks… really out of it.>

<Eeeh, I've seen worse.> The other one replied. “Besides, it's none of our business. The less you think about this stuff, the easier your life will be. Just fuck, sleep, repeat." The voices faded further. “Look, it'll be alright, you'll get used to it. It's just how it is."

Soon she was unable to parse their words, until she eventually failed to hear anything at all, and she was left alone with her own rasping breath and ringing ears.

This was the most dire situation Nora had been in for a long time. Very few things posed a threat to a dragon of her age, but continuous mana blockage was one of them; most of her faculties were driven largely by mana, and without it, she would quickly fade away. With the constant stimulation gone, she slowly came to her senses, and noticed how nauseous she felt; her polymorphed belly wasn't meant to contain this much liquid at once, as her digestive system was powered by magic.

The dragon made an attempt to rise, or at least move. With tremendous effort, she eventually managed to flop onto her belly and rest her face against the floor. The smell of old concrete would've invaded her nose, had it not been clogged with cum.

“Enjoying ourselves?"

A female Keidran's voice, speaking human. Oh goddammit, Roselyn.

“Lmbhg-" was all Nora could muster as a response. Her stomach sloshed with her motion, and she swallowed convulsively.

The stewardess sighed, stepping into Nora's view. “What was that?" she mused, her voice dripping with more sarcasm than Nora could swallow right now. “Can't you just communicate with telepathy? A little hard to understand you like this."

Nora tried to respond. She really did. With her two millennia of experience in telemorphism, she strained her odd human vocal cords to their limits, just to formulate the most basic plea of “Help me, please"

“Hlp mmh, pl-ghlrkh-"

Her attempt at begging was thwarted when her full stomach decided it had had enough. Her lack of gag reflex made it so she had no warning before the cum rushed up her throat and filled her mouth, resulting in a rather embarrassing noise of surprise as it flooded out her mouth and nose mid-sentence. At the same time, her butt decided to do the same; she'd subconsciously kept it clenched until now, but the sudden convulsion forced her to expel what felt like a gallon of wolf sperm from each end. She saw Rose's paws jump away, careful not to step in the grayish-white pool that formed beneath her face. It took her body quite a while to empty out the impressive load, but eventually she was left heaving and coughing on the ground, tasting concrete with her long, limp tongue.

“Mmm, majestic." mused Rose, a tinge of disgust mixed in with the sarcasm. “You truly are a paragon of grace and elegance, Nora. Mortals like me can merely bask in your aura of..." she stepped carefully around the pools of regurgitated cum, before placing her paw on Nora's tailbase, “...dignity and poise. A divine being on every level, you are." She punctuated every word with a light twist of her foot, causing Nora's tail to wriggle meekly.

Nora had been treated to many long-absent feelings tonight, and now she felt another; shame.

The lowly animal was treating her not even as an equal, but a lesser being. The dragon was not exactly one for modesty, but now she felt her cheeks grow warm with a fresh blush, and she was hit with a strong wish to teleport away, so the wolf wouldn't see her exposed bosom in such a weak and vulnerable state.

She heard a sigh, and felt the pressure on her tail dissipate.

“Hmmm." Rose pondered. “Master Trace ordered me to scrape up what was left of you come the morning, but you seem to be in rather spiffy shape. A few claw marks on your belly, some scratches on your back, and fang marks on your neck. You've hardly shed any blood, even! I'm getting the feeling he just sent me here for fun. You know how he is."

Oh, Nora knew Trace. She'd known him since he was a child. She knew his unpredictable and occasionally cruel sense of humor, and she'd always laughed at his dry, reserved jokes, as they'd always come at someone else's expense.

She wasn't laughing now.

Roselyn's voice was a little closer now. “He sent me, with the key for your collar. Want me to set you free?"

Nora didn't even bother forming words when giving her reply, all that came out was a hoarse moan. Her throat had been so thoroughly violated these last few hours that even breathing hurt, and speaking was out of the question. But her response was clear enough: It was a noise of pure desperation. She needed mana. She needed her powerful body back. She needed the wolf to give her the key.

“What?" Rose chuckled. “Hun, I could never understand your Human. Why don't you probe my mind like earlier, and tell me that way? Come on."

Something came down in the middle of Nora's vision, dangling in front of her nose. It took her a moment before recognizing it as a magic key, and she made an instinctive attempt to grab it. All that lead to was her shuffling an inch forward on the uncomfortable floor, throwing her hand forward until it landed way off target.

Give. Give me the fucking. Key!

“Alright, alright." Roselyn laughed. “As much as I'd love to leave you down here, Trace would not appreciate it if you never came back." there was a terrifying pause, “...or at least so I imagine. It's hard to tell with him these days, and I'm not one for taking chances."

Nora closed her eyes, her vision flickering. There was a noise in front of her, the clink from a small object hitting the ground. When her vision returned, she caught the faint glow of the collar key where it lay in the corner.

“There." Rose said. “A nine foot crawl should be nothing for a dragon. Go on, stride over like the divine being you are and pick it up. You'll be back in your regular form in no time."

What Nora felt couldn't quite be described as hate. It was an odd form of disdain, blending in with the warmth of shame. Despite the deadly fatigue and mana withdrawal, something about this was turning her on much more than it probably should. Or perhaps that was precisely what did it: the lack of power and control, the perfect reversal of the norm.

She took a shallow breath, before attempting to rise. She gave up after a few seconds. Though she earlier had the strength to crawl on all fours, she could now manage no more than an exhausted flop, her limbs sprawled out on the ground. The ordeal left her more tired than anything she could remember in her life, and a couple inches closer to her goal.

Why is everything so heavy? She thought to herself. How the hell do humans and Keidran operate with this level of gravity, and only two legs? It's bloody impossible!

She lurched again, this time with the intent to crawl on her belly like a slug. The similarity was striking, as her limp tail left a slimy trail of cum after it as she dragged it across the floor. Roselyn's bemused stare left a burning mark on Nora, who knew it would take her a long while to live this down.

When Nora's quivering hand came within a few feet of the key, Rose spoke up.

“Well, as entertaining as this is, I have duties to attend back at the estate." She stepped away to take in the sight, “This has been quite a spectacle to witness, Nora. A welcome diversion from your regular antics. I will cherish these memories, and always keep them in mind whenever you come visit us. Thank you."

And before Nora could react, the air was split by the crack of an inconsiderably loud teleport spell. She was alone at last.

A few moments of crawling later, the key was in her hand. It glowed warmly against her cold flesh, pulsing with mana. With it she would be free, back to her regular state, all-powerful, dignified and bored out of her mind. Everything would return to normal, save for her pride, which would be tattered until everyone who had witnessed this event were dead. And then a few decades more, probably.

She held the key in her hand, cherishing the feeling. She held it until she noticed she was no longer breathing, and her vision had turned black. Then she put it against the collar, almost deliriously.

The next sensation to batter Nora was the feeling of being cramped in a small space. Something was pushing against her from all sides, cramming her into a dragon-shaped ball. The pressure increased until something broke with a deafening crack. Multiple things, in fact. She opened her eyes and found herself staring into a mess of splintered wood, bricks and broken pieces of tiny furniture. Her wings grew in size until the wooden walls could no longer contain them, and she spread them with newfound strength. They met little resistance, and soon the roof above her head gave way for a dark morning sky.

The breeding cellar was gone, along with the house above it. Nora drew a few deep gasps of fresh air, before freeing her horns from the remains of a chimney, getting her bearings.

Right.

Of course she would turn back into a dragon, and at full size. The slaver's house was probably well constructed, but no match for dragon magic, and had given way for her expanding scales and hide. She heard a human yelling in confusion somewhere nearby, and some Keidran voices replying someplace else.

Without much second thought or consideration, the weakened dragon wrestled herself free of the human's house, and limped away; she needed a place to rest, gather her mana and her thoughts. Trace had neutered her magic, and it would take a long rest to replace. Even now, as she felt it slowly return, she had not the strength to properly fly; the best she could manage was a wing-assisted leap, flapping away clumsily.

Nora was more tired now than she could remember. Tired, embarrassed, but ultimately satisfied. She limped, jumped and fluttered her way a few miles into the woods, before collapsing in a wooden clearing, thoroughly exhausted.

Here. This would be a good place to rest.