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(Un)Willing Tribute to the Dragon

For Revakulgr

By Draconicon

Through the forests of the western woods, the great master of shadow and leaf walked. His steps shook the trees, and the occasional wingbeat stirred the branches greater than any storm. He moved like the shadow he was painted as, and his scales did not twinkle, nor did they glimmer. In the darkness of the woods and forests, he was supreme, and all that lived there for longer than a day knew it for fact and truth.

The dragon's name was Revakulgr, and in his shadow rode the power to rule the forests and the lands about them. The birds knew his name and silenced when he passed, save to speak that name in hushed whispers. The beasts of the land knew his scent, and hid at his approach, knowing that his will could end their lives in a moment, and they would be unable to fight back.

Such was the respect that the great Revakulgr was held in by the people of his woods, both those on four legs and two. Those that were willing to settle at the edge of his territory were always keen to leave an offering, a morsel or a piece of entertainment for his pleasure. Some left him books, while others left him problematic criminals on which he might slake his lust for a time.

Few were willing to submit themselves, but those that did never regretted it. Revakulgr was known as the cruel one, but for those that served loyally, he was willing to show a different side. Not much different, tis true, but a different side, one that would seek to secure the loyalty of those beneath him, one that would reward good behavior with pleasure, if naught else.

Such was the beast that wandered his domain this day, a dragon of four legs and great power, a beast of keen mind and strong senses. He wandered the ancient paths of darkness between the beams of light, and through those paths, he found himself at the home of someone new.

Revakulgr had not expected this, but it was not the first time that one had built a home in his woods. Others had tried, from the great knights of the south that believed that they could oversee the forests with a stronghold of stone, to a few thieves that had thought that a hideout among the dragon's land would keep them safe from those that would hunt them. Both had been proven wrong, and those that were not eaten were sent away to warn others to never try and settle so deep in the dragon's lands again.

These, however, were not of the fighting sort, and the great black dragon settled on his belly to observe them for a time.

The two foxes were in the process of building a house. They had completed a bedroom together, as well as a storeroom, and they seemed in the process of expanding their roof in the little clearing that they had picked. It was not that large of a house, and perhaps Revakulgr, if he was inclined to mercy, might have granted them the use of the clearing...were it not for the fact that it was his favored sunning space.

The dark dragon seethed for a moment or two, considering how the black and silver foxes would look split between his jaws, but then the moment passed. After all, there was another way to punish them, and a way to slake a different need all at once.

Chuckling to himself, Revakulgr lifted himself to his four legs once more. Fifteen feet of dragon lunged from the darkness, and in one leap crossed the distance between himself and the house. Darting through the air, he caught the male fox with a foreleg, carrying him off the roof and slamming him down against the earth of the clearing. The female came running, her tail swishing, her work-dress ragged and dirty against her frame. She came to a full stop as he pushed her husband back, holding him pinned under one hind-foot.

The vixen dropped to her hands and knees, her face pressed to the earth.

"You know who I am," the great dragon growled.

"Yes. You are he that rules the woods, the shadow that feasts on fear. You are Revakulgr, and you are mighty and supreme."

"Yet you built your home in my domain. How...foolish of you..."

"We wished to build a family, and we did not think before moving here. We are poor, great lord, and we have nothing to offer."

Nothing to offer? That was quite incorrect, and Revakulgr laughed as he considered how much he might ask of them. Ask. As if they had a choice if they wished to live.

As the male continued to beat and bash his hands against the dragon's hind leg, the black-scaled beast looked down at the vixen once more. She certainly had the respect to be allowed a chance to plead for their lives, and she had the knowledge to know that she had made a great mistake. It was up to her whether she would be able to pay for that mistake, and he knew that she would go along with nearly anything to fulfill her dreams.

After all, a mother would give much to continue the lives of her family, and if she was pregnant, she would do everything to keep her children alive. And if she wasn't...well, perhaps he could fix that issue, as well.

Revakulgr glanced around and spotted a stump, one that was cushioned with moss. He chuckled to himself, gesturing with his tail.

"Remove your dress and lay upon that."

The silver and black vixen lifted her head, and he knew that she understood what was being asked of her. She stood up slowly, and like the poor girl that she was, she carefully undid her dress. Doubtlessly, she had only the one, and needed it preserved for her modesty once the dragon had left. Until then, however, she would have no need of it, nor of any modesty.

She laid it down across one of the wooden struts for their house, walking naked toward the stump. Her face burned red beneath her fur, and the insides of her ears turned pink, but she was willing enough. She laid on her back, her legs spread and her hands supporting her thighs. She had little in the way of a woman of pleasure, but she had the knowledge of breeding enough to know what she needed to display.

Revakulgr dragged the male along the ground as he pulled himself over her. Already, his shaft was emerging from its hiding place, the great red rod sliding along his shadowed belly. The gasp of shock from the female was as pleasurable as ever, a noise that he had grown to savor since the criminals had been left for him at the edge of the woods. When they realized that they would be rutted by a shaft that was as long as their arms, and nearly as thick, they were quick to beg, plead, even threaten in an attempt to stop him.

But not this vixen. This woman, this mother-to-be, wished nothing more than to serve, to safeguard herself and her male.

Or, perhaps, Revakulgr thought, she had wished for something like this very thing to happen to her. He chuckled deep in his throat, his voice like darkness, velvet and deep as he whispered in her ears.

"Whisper to me, little female...whisper to me your true desires..."

As he dragged his tongue along the shape of her jawline, the power of the dark dragon drew forth words that she would never have spoken aloud. Whispers that she had never thought true, secrets kept in the darkness, even from her, flew from her lips. Too quiet for any to hear, too quiet for anything to know...too quiet for any but him.

"I have seen the beasts and wished for them," she whispered, her eyes going wide as the words left her lips of their own accord. "I have seen the horses and their great shafts, and wondered how it would feel to be split upon them. I have seen the might of the males in the field, of bull and horse, of pig and orc, and wondered what might come to me if they were to seize me...and I have thought...I have thought of greater beasts...of monsters of the past..."

Even though he was one such monster, Revakulgr laughed. A woman that had seen the beasts and wished for them. How delightful. How utterly delightful. He grinned, turning the male beneath his hind-foot around so that he could see, holding him so that the other fox's head poked out between his toes. He wished him to see, to watch as his wife gained what she so desperately, darkly wished for.

Revakulgr lowered himself, his bulk resting on the woman's chest, the female groaning as the air was squeezed from her body. His shaft kissed her thigh, following a line of fur right to her sex. The warmth waiting for him there gave truth to her dark whispers, and he smiled as he ever so delicately found her opening.

Like night falling across the land, he fell upon her, slowly sliding himself in. As the night could not be held back without the sun, so could his shaft not be held back without a greater force. Bit by bit, he sunk in, and as the inches slid within her, the vixen's expression changed. Careful neutrality became pain, pain became shock, and shock became confused pleasure. Yet, they were only halfway there.

He smiled as he held her down with one forepaw, resting it against her shoulders as she gasped for breath, trying hard not to moan. He knew that the male would see half of his great bulk inside of her, half of an arm's worth of maleness sheathed within his mate. Revakulgr pressed down on her, and he licked her jaw again, drawing her desires forth from the shadows.

"More," she screamed, and then covered her mouth.

Yet, the damage was done. She had admitted it, and even as she cried for his cock, he felt her squeeze upon his shaft. For all the protests that she might state to sooth her husband's hearth, she wanted him, and she would have him.

The softness of the first half of his shaft was followed by the hardness of the second, a sudden thrust, a deep blow. She screamed beneath him, in pain and pleasure blended together, from the sensations that could only come in the depths of the night where darkness hid the exact nature of what happened. Revakulgr growled in his throat, slowly pulling back.

As he did, the vixen's legs rose, her darkness freed in contact with his, her desires drawn to the surface. 'More, more, more' she whispered, and he was pleased to give her exactly as she wished.

As he pushed down again, filling her once more, he could feel the gaze of the male upon them from behind. There was a crushed feeling behind it, a stare of absolute despair...

And a gaze of wanton need.

Ah, so there was a second secret to be uncovered. The dragon smiled as he rutted the female, already making plans. Perhaps these two would become a regular distraction for him as time went on...for as long as their meager lives would last, at any rate.

The End