A Night of Terror
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It was dark and gloomy out on this muggy summer night. The dark, ominous clouds of an impending storm blanketed the already darkened evening sky, looming to let their ferocity out. Winds howled through the street and alleys of the city of Bleshlegor. IT was a loan traveler's worst nightmare, and a stalker's perfect storm.
Veliara was a vibrant emerald green dragoness with mixture of both elegance and beauty. Her frame was that of a slim, moderate build not being very tall standing in height, and was also very lean. This appearance made her a constant favorite at her work. After all, many of the male regulars paid heavy tabs to see a dragoness as the main part of the show, and the male dragons that had been present also relished the fact that humans had included a variety into their nightly erotic events.
It was because of her elegance and beauty that her boss, the night club owner had her working late tonight. There was an exceptionally large crowd tonight after word got out that he had hired a dragoness for the night event, and it had been attracting more and more business. Veliara didn't mind the extra business or hours. It was good money, and the more people that were there, the more tips she could earn to help her get by.
It had been a rough couple of years for her, the last couple years of high school was a disaster, and she had started dancing at the night club for extra money trying to help make ends meet. Her mother died right before her junior year of high school which was the start of her downward spiral. Everything that could have gone wrong started to from that point. Her father didn't take it much better, but he had kept himself in check. He had a decent job, and was trying not to work himself into a position where he couldn't concentrate on the job. He did go out drink, but it wasn't something that he had done often. He mostly just stayed at work, most of the time getting home just as she did in the morning since he normally worked the late shift.
She couldn't help but wonder though, why father had been so calm about everything. He showed almost no emotion when her mother had died, and had made several what she thought had been playful remarks to her about possibly letting her take her mother's place so they never had to be alone. She would always let out a soft laugh about it, but deny it quickly. Everything had been becoming more and more prominent in the more recent months. He had been bolder with his innuendoes, and he had started getting a little bit more physical with his hands towards resting them on her upper thigh. At that point he had propositioned her, and she moved out, and had moved down here.
She knew that this part of the city was dangerous, but she had never had any issues before this. She would come to work, make her money, then leave. There were a couple nights that she would allow some of the usually guests to grope her breasts, but that was as physical as it got for her. She had made it perfectly clear that she was not interested in performing any sort of sexual acts other than the display. She didn't mind showing her body off to others, but as far as touching went she was a hands off type of girl. Eventually, the owner managed to talk her into allowing physical contact with her upper torso at least. There really wasn't much talking though, he said that since it was a night club, she would either allow that or she could find another job. She couldn't afford the second option right now, and any other type of contact she found out was illegal anyway without consent.
Tonight was a bit different though, and the weather only added to the eeriness of the night. When Veliara finished her shift and made her way out to her car, she found that her tires had been slashed, and the windows completely busted out. There was nothing that the local police could do about it, because the only two officers that they had in that jurisdiction were in pursuit of another vehicle and would be at least another hour or two. She would have to wait until the morning to get anything taken care of.
She had heard of the constant burglaries, shootings, and rapes that had occurred in this part of town, but she always figured that the safety of her car would keep her out of that since she only had to drive through the part of town to get home. She never had any reason to be afraid of this region until now. She didn't know what they were after, but she knew that she would have to walk home. A walk she was not looking forward to, not to mention the fact that she herself was in heat. She knew that the dragons in the night club would have noticed and she was sure that one of them could follow her just by that alone.
Lightning streaked across the sky, and a loud crash of thunder immediately followed. The poor dragoness instantly wrapped her emerald wings in front of her head protectively trying to muffle the explosion of sound with little success. AS soon as the sound muffled, the cold droplets of rain started to fall over her completely soaking the white tank top that she was wearing and her one-size-too-small pair of shorts. It was her usual work attire, and she made sure that it was as revealing as possible even though she was always naked by the end of her show anyways.
The best thing about being a dragoness though, was the fact that she had wings. When the skies opened up and started to release the downpour on top of her, and the rest of the city, she pulled her wings over her head to at least keep herself mostly dry. The only problem now though, was that her own scent of heat was starting to become known to herself. She wanted to get home so she could mask the scent and fast.
With the wings and the water washing over them in the position that she was in, she didn't hear the footsteps coming from behind her from within the alleyway. A large silver dragon had been waiting for her, knowing that she would have to take this path and hid in the alley. Once she passed the alley, he made his move.
The dragon was about a foot taller than the dragoness and could easily overtake her, but he preferred to do things without a struggle. He had a small washcloth that had been drenched in chloroform and with her wings up like they were. She wouldn't be able to see him coming or stop him until he was already in position. He made his move.
In one quick motion Veliara felt someone grab her, startling her instantly, and cupping a rag over her muzzle. She inhaled, and after a few seconds everything went black around her, the only thing that she felt before growing cold was being lifted off of the ground.
When she awoke, her vision what very blurred, and her mind was fogged. She could remember that she was walking home from the night club and it was raining, but she didn't remember what happened after she left the night club or how she got here. She tried to pull her arm down from its stretched position, and found that she couldn't move it. She looked up to try to figure out why her arm wasn't responder to her to find that it had been bound to a bed post. She tried to yank her arm free only to feel the same bindings on her other arm as well. She looked around, and found that she was in her father's room. She could tell this hell hole from anywhere.
She tried to continue to pull at the leather belts that where holding her arms to the bedposts. It was a feeble attempt and she could feel her legs bound as well. She couldn't move if she wanted to. At least she was still clothed. It was the one thing that told her that nothing had been done to her, at least not yet anyways.
The pulling and the rattling of the bed frame alerted the other dragon, her father, and he came walking into the room, a pair of scissors in his hand. She had an idea of what the scissors were for, but he laid them on the dresser before walking up to her body. He was checking the bonds, making sure that each was securely fastened. "Let me go you sick son-of-a-bitch!"
The statement was bold and defiant, and the larger bull was going to have none of it. With the back of his paw he swung across her face striking her in the side of her face and knocking her to the side. "You dirty little slut," he spoke in a deep, angered tone. "I offered you everything! A permanent home, permanent companionship, money, love, everything you could think of, and you threw it all back in my face. Then I go down to the night pub for the first time in a year, and I find you openly displaying yourself in front of every male in the building! Not to mention the fact that every dragon that was there could tell you were in heat.
The last words that she heard struck a chord with her, and her heart skipped a beat when she watched him move back to the dresser. She heard the metal of the scissor blades drag against the wooden top of the dresser. When he walked back he leaned into close to tell her something else, she tried to snap at him with little success only rewarding her with another paw across the face. "You snap at me again like that, and slap across the face will be the least of your worries," he told her slipping the scissors over one of the straps on her tank top and cut through it. She could tell that he meant what he had said about her snapping again, but she couldn't just lay there and do nothing. She continued trying to pull on her binds trying to pull free from them. It was once again no use though. They were just simply too tight for her to squeeze her hands though.
The dragoness paused again as the flashing blades of the scissors moved to the other strap of her tank top. He made sure to drag the blades through her cleavage, and that she felt the entire process. With a quick snip of the cutting tools, the other strap of her tank top fell revealing the two, emerald green bra straps that blended in with her body. "Two years of waiting, and offering and you choose a few hundred random strangers over your own father. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't even be alive right now, but tonight, I shall be repaid in full," he added making his intentions very clear to her.
Veliara could do nothing but lay there and listen to him. The belts that had her tied to the bed left her in no position where she could fight him, and he was only progressing even farther. The scissors started moving their way down her soft underside to the bottom of the tank top on her left side, and her father started cutting upward. As soon as he cut the sewing under her armpit and cut through it, the tank top fell from her back.
With his talons, he grabbed the edge of the cut top and peeled it from her body. Her face turned a deep red as he revealed her plump breasts that were still held captive by the bra that she was wearing. This was wrong in every way, and all she wanted to do was scream out for help. There had to be someone around here that could help her, but she was so struck with fear that she couldn't do anything. She couldn't even fight him at the moment.
"You are such a beautiful specimen," he spoke in a maniacal tone. "I've been craving this ever since your mother died, and now, you are going to be mine like it or not."
He reached his paw under her back and unhooked the clamp causing it to pop from around her. Her breasts fell free from the release of tension, and watch as the scissors slice through the straps just above the cups. He simply tossed the bra across the room behind him not eve watching it hit the floor. Instead, his muzzle lowered, and he let his fork-shaped tongue brush over, her nipples making them become erect from the unwanted contact. "Nice and firm, just like your mother's," he told her.
Any other time, the comment of having something that her parents had would have made her feel good about herself, but given the situation she could only feel embarrassment as her father continued to lick her breasts. She felt his paw started to slip a little bit lower to where the button of her shorts was. The sharp talon easily cut the button from her shorts and allowed him to slip his paw under her panties.
The direct contact with her sex made her flinch involuntarily. Her father was showing no signs of slowing down soon, and rather that use the scissors again, he just ripped her panties off of her with his talons taking the shorts off of her with them. The lack of clothing and the lack of being able to cover up made her blush even higher as she felt her father continuing to finger her, slipping back and forth into her folds.
The unwanted stimulation was causing her body to burn though. The cramping and the burning that was already inside of her womb was already starting to grow hotter from the contact and was releasing large amounts of estrus into her blood stream. "It looks like my little girl has been denying herself all along. Her body is so wet and excited about taking her father's cock and having his young."
"You're despicable!"
"It's a matter of opinion. I'm just merely claiming what is already mine," he told her pulling his fingers from her wet pussy lips and licked her juices from them. Oh and how sweet they were. It was another thing that she had inherited from her mother. Her mother had the sweetest nectar of any dragoness he had tasted, and he had tasted a couple prior to her mother, yet beyond her knowledge.
After the small amount of foreplay to moisten her up for what was coming, he finally rid himself of his trousers that was concealing the midnight black cock. It in itself was larger than one of the two-liter bottles of soda that she would drink in length. The girth was that of maybe a peach or a tangerine maybe, but definitely not small by any means. His tip was already drooling pre from the stimulation that he had provided her with, and with a quick spit and motion with his palm, his was ready to spear inside of her, and spear he did.
She watched as her father moved down to the base of the bed, and lined himself up with her sex. She kept hoping in her mind that this was all just a dream that her father wasn't here right now, and that he wasn't doing this to her. She was going to wake up in her own bed and everything was going to be okay. Unfortunately for her, that wasn't the case.
She felt the tip of his massive cock line up with her sex, and without any hesitation start to push in. His thrust was sharp enough that it didn't even flinch against her hymen. Instead her body shattered in pain as he tore into her never-been-used breeding tunnel. She could feel her internal walls contracting around his spire that was now sank deeply between her legs spurting pre on the way in.
He held himself inside of her for a minute to help himself get used to the feeling of being inside a female once again. Once her mother had died, Nice'icar had not touched another female holding out for his daughter. He had been waiting for this moment for two years now, and it was well worth the wait. She was the perfect size for him, and she was inexplicitly hot. The fact that she was also in heat only added to his lust for her.
Slowly, he started to pull out from her, causing her to shriek in pain once again before he piled back into her. With each slow thrust, more and more precum was being dumped into her body making her inner walls slicker and slicker with each thrust, and now her juices where helping as well making his thrusts into her folds almost effortless. The only thing that let him know that he was still inside of her was the constricting of her walls around him.
Once he had gotten used to the feeling of her flesh molding around his, he leaned forward to her, grabbed behind her shoulders and starting to gorge his daughter's pussy with his shaft moving about three quarters his length into her needy sex before pulling back out again and again. The ridges at the base of the shaft were starting to protrude out as well as he became more and more aroused. They sawed at the soft flesh of her birthing tunnel with an exotic force that was neither too hard to cut through her flesh, but hard enough to make her feel each and every ridge as it sank into her tight little cunny then pull back out.
Slowly, the embarrassment that she had about being raped by her own father was slowly starting to recede and be replaced but the slowly growing sensations of pleasure that was being created between her legs. With each thrust that she felt of him, she felt the fires of hot pre-seed that he was pouring into her as well as the estrus that was flowing from her slit from every push from her father. Glob after glob of the slimy, sticky fluid rolled from her slit off of her tail and started being absorbed by the bed sheets underneath her bottom creating a very large wet-spot in the bedding.
An involuntary moan came from her maw as she felt her father stimulating places that she had never been able to reach with her own talon, and slowly, she could feel the ridges start having a different effect on her. She could feel the heat in her stomach rising even more. It almost felt as if she would burst into flames if her body temperature rose any further. With each thrust however, that's exactly what it did.
She could feel his body temperature rising inside of her as well, and she could feel his fleshy pole starting to sink even deeper inside of her causing her to wince a bit as pain starting to return. The tip of his penis was now bouncing on her cervix, weakening it and wearing it down. After a few more minutes of pounding, her cervical barrier finally gave and allowed the tip of his shaft to push into her.
When Nice'icar felt himself start hitting her cervix he started going harder until he was able to feel his shaft slip in. Slowly, after what had already seemed like an eternity a knot started to swell at the base of his shaft. The knot was more painful for his daughter to take, and he could tell by the facial expression that she was uncomfortable. After what she had put him through, that didn't really concern him now as he started to push faster. The knot being forced in and out of her heavily abused sex with popping slurp o both entry and when he pulled it out.
Slowly the knot swelled inside of him, and he felt his knot tie them together, with him pushing in as far as he could making sure that he had penetrated her womb as was able to deliver his lush fertile seed directly to her hungry eggs that were just waiting to be inseminated. Without any reserve he started to empty the knot, pushing his seed straight past her birthing tunnel and the barrier of her cervix directly to the egg chamber itself.
She could feel each jet of the creamy seed flowing from the tip of her father's penis directly into her. The sudden feeling of the liquid being pouring into that particular area cause her muscles to contract in a climax of her one. With each spurt of seed that was being delivered into her, insides milked him to try to push even more of his seed out of him at a time. A loud roar of claiming echoed through the room. There was no escaping her fate now, and with each push of his seed inside of her, the more and more confident she was that he was indeed impregnating her as she felt the fires of her heat.
She lay there panting, crying and completely humiliated. Her father had just raped and impregnated her to bear his clutch and become his mate. The worst thing about the ordeal was that everything he did was completely legal. The human laws that protected daughters and siblings against incestial rape did not apply to dragons. In fact it was plainly stated that a dragoness could claim a daughter or a sibling as a mate in the event that the original mate ever perished. She was now his, and charges couldn't even be filed for him, and because she was pregnant now, she would lose her job at the night pub. He had won her all the way around, and she was left with no choice but to accept him as her mate.
"Well, it doesn't look like what you think matters anymore. Don't worry though. As long as you still behave, I can still gave you the same life as I offered you before, since you can't find another male if you tried now," He smirked pulling from her. He decided that it would be best to leave her in her bindings for the rest of the night, just to make sure that his seed got the full chance to lay inside of her and thoroughly coat her eggs so that she would bear a full clutch of his young. After the years of waiting, his prize had been claimed.