Feyna's ritual deflowering
Feyna was having a wonderful dream about a male. She tossed in her sleep and threw an arm over her eyes. He was a tall strong black dragon, his eyes the glimmered red in the setting sun, his wings spread out behind him blocking out all things but his approaching form. Feyna started to moan again and feel the heat as it started to spread along her body and most keenly at her core. She had never felt anything like it! And in her sleep the male took advantage of that. Grabbing her in a firm embrace and kissing her snout. His tongue long and quite filling as it danced along with her own. His paw slid down the smooth scales of her bellywhile in the real world with her own clawed paw mirrored the movement. "Touch me", she whispered and just as he was about to comply Feyna woke up suddenly.
Waking up Feyna looked around the room pulling slowly from the dream. Blushing hotly she whipped her paw back. Feeling horny and no wonder at all why she closed her eyes again and tried to bring it back. Of course that was not happening. Why were the good dreams always so hard to recall? Tossing the covers aside she huffed and sat up. Blinking at the morning sun she turned to her mirror. She was a tall girl for her age. Looking down she measured mentally the size of her small devolping breasts.
As a rule Dragoness didn't really have breasts, but the chest of her smooth cream underbelly had the tale tale signs of her devloping body. Her scales were a deep shimmering blue. Turning to the side she opened her wings and allowed them a big stretch allowing this to take over her whole body. Arching her back and moving her tail out to its fullest she moaned slightly and fell back into an east stance. Feeling better she left her room and hummed to herself slightly still feeling overly hot for some reason she pondered if a shower might drive away the remains of the dream.
"Good morning Father." she muttered as she passed him. He was sitting in his favorite chair with a fruit sticking out of his muzzle. He always seemed so ...boring. But she knew he was part of some secret society. She didn't know any more than that, didn't want to know. He slowly raised his eyes to meet hers. He was always looking at her these days as if looking for something. His eyes seemed to pierce her. With the dark shades of purple. They went well with the rest of him as he was a blue dragon as well. "Good morning Daughter" he said as he took a crunch out of an apple, looking back down to meal seeming to dismiss her.
Whatever, she didn't need to talk to him anyway. Moving along the entrance of the cave she followed the pathway down to the lagoon. There was a spot where the water had flown freely over the cliff for so long it made the perfect place for her to have a "shower". Stepping under the spray of water and closing her eyes she savored the feeling of the water as it flowed down her body. But even standing here, she couldn't seem to dismiss the growing feelings inside here. What in the world was happening to her? The hot feeling was not going away, only getting worse it seemed.
Ceres stood up from his plate and walked out of the cave they shared. He lightly sniffed the air. There was a hint of something there. His daughter was getting close. He knew where she was headed. Moving along silently amongst the loose rocks Ceres stopped short of the lagoon. The blue shimmering waters lay undisturbed as his daughter stood under the waterfall. He stood and watched her from a distance, noting her emerging curves as she was nearing adulthood. Ceres moaned slightly as he looked at her shimmering blue scales following the pathway of her belly, to the slit that lay in wait.
Feyna shivered slightly as her thoughts started to drift. Why was she suddenly so focused on her body? She was usually able to blow off her desires. But for some reason she was just not feeling this desire fade this time. Rubbing her paws along her body she started to wonder. Perhaps this was the onset of her heat? It's not like she could ask an adult female. She had no idea where they all went. She had heard the rumors of course. About what happened to a female when she went into heat and she didn't like what she had heard. But that was just a rumor. Wasn't it?
Ceres watched his daughter closely as she showered. Yes she was fertile, it was finally time. He had been waiting for so long for this moment. Slipping back from the lagoon he headed towards the cave. Making a B-line for the little shelf in his room and gingerly took down the drug and opened the cork. Smelling the sweet liquid he went to send the message to the others.
Closing her eyes Feyna took stock of her body. This feeling of desire wasn't going anywhere , just growing ever stronger. Blushing brightly she looked down suddenly. Something seemed to be flowing from her center. Gasping she tucked her tail between her legs and quickly started to head back to her cave. Thinking perhaps a nap would make things better.
Holding her tail tightly she couldn't help but release a small moan as she felt the soft smoothness as it rubbed against her mound. Reaching the mouth of the cave she looked to see her father standing by the entrance. "Are you feeling well daughter?" Feyna blushed and tucked her head mumbling out quickly "I'm fine Father."
Hurrying to her room she untucked her tail and looked to the slick, clear fluid that seemed to gather upon her tail. Frantically she tried to wipe it away as she heard a knock on her door. Sitting on her bed, cheeks aflame she timidly replied "Come in?"
Ceres entered the room slowly trying to mask his desire. The scent of her heat was clear and present in the air. Swallowing lightly he stepped into the room. "Daughter, I think I may know what's happening to you."
Turning a shade of red upon her cheeks she groaned. He knows! Tucking her head shyly she reached for her tail tip as it rose to meet her clawed paw. Her father walked to her bed and stood beside her holding a cup. "I have something here that will help you through this. Here, sweetie, please drink this, you'll feel better"
Dropping her tail she looked up at him and took the cup. With unsteady paws she raised it to her lips and drank a sip finding the taste pleasing, something sweet with the aftertaste of mangos. "That's it baby, drink it all up and you'll feel much better." Feyna, needing little encouragement drank all of the liquid and licked her lips.
Feeling the hot temperature of her body subsiding a bit Feyna started to smile sweetly to her Father. This was a wonderful feeling. She started to feel slightly dizzy even though she was sitting on her bed. Slipping from the edge of the bed she fell to her knees. "F.f.f...ather?"
Ceres looked down at his daughter, a smile quirking at his lips as she did. Free now to gather the scents of the air he drew in a large lungful. Her scent was teasing upon the air. It was the pure onset of heat and the male in him felt the need to breed quite keenly. This was his daughter, but he had already accepted that he would breed her.
As part of the pact with his sect he was to mate with her in the sacred rites. Ensuring the next generation. Feeling his desire rise he stood up before his daughter. Her heat was making him hard. But he must not take her not now.
He couldn't take her maiden head before tonight. But the sect would never know if he played with her a bit. He looked up to the opening that served as a window. He had hours to go. They allowed him time to anoint her before they whisked her away.
Licking his lips nervously a small pearl of doubt entered his brain. This was his baby girl after all. But the smell of her heat was driving him on. Walking to the front of her he stroked his emerging cock lightly.
Feyna was wavering, what was happening to her? The room kept moving sideways and coming back to point. Everything seems to smell like ripe fruit. Confused she felt something warm and wet around her cunny and drip onto her thigh. Confused she placed a paw down there and felt something slick. "Daddy? What's happening to..."
She looked up and saw he father wavering before her. She couldn't make out what was before her but it looked big and yummy to her drug addled head. There was a deep drawn out voice that said "Open your maw baby girl and drink some more."
"Yes father." was her reply as she opened her mouth and tilted her head back. Ceres smiled and breathing the scent of her heat pushed his tip along her tongue. Feyna, have no clue what was happening felt something along her tongue and wrapped her length of her tounge around it. Instinct seeming to take over as she licked the salty item and moaned as another wave of heat washed through her body.
Slowly pushing his length into her maw he watched her for any change. It wouldn't do to have a nasty bite. But she appeared to be thinking she was drinking something. And she would soon. Pulling back slightly he threw back his head and moaned.
He had to stop thinking of her as a daughter. This was one way to do so. Looking back down and grabbing the sides of her head he started to pump as her scent increased and filled the room.
"Yes baby girl, I have more for you to drink. You must not spill it. You just showered." Feyna nodded as this made sense to her. She didn't want to get dirty again. The thick warm feeling had reached her knee now and seemed to start a new trail along her other thigh.
Wanting to be a good girl and drink the fluid she puzzled over where it was until she tasted a bit upon her tongue. Moaning she started to work with her father's paws and pumped her maw around him seeking to get more of that tasty drink.
Ceres felt his need form as he pushed against her lips. His whole body tensed it seemed as his balls rose up into his body burning with the need to fill her, answer the call of the heat. Spreading his huge wings he felt the tips touch the ceiling. Shuttering and trying to remain silent as he could, he came hard into his daughter's snout.
Feyna tasted the onset and moaned, leaning her claws against her father's thighs she sucked him faster, harder feeling the strange hardened thing as it reached her lips. In a haze she thought, "this must be the bottom of the cup" as a massive load of fluids started to coat the back of her throat.
Swallowing without thought she took all of her father's drink. She remembered what he said, don't make a mess. Closing her eyes she sealed her lips around his cock and drew until the drink stopped flowing. Pulling back at last she looked up again and felt the world tilt. "Daddy, I'm gonna rest now..."
Ceres could hardly stand still as he watched his daughter crumple at a heap on the floor before him. Breathing hard he stumbled to grasp the edge of her bed and sat down heavily. His cock still hard and ready to perform as the heat burned in his nostrils.
Cursing lightly he realized he didn't have much time left before the others arrived. Standing he bent over and laid her on the bed. Looking down on her angelic face. His sweet hachling daughter was a youngling no more!
Shaking his head he went and fetched the sacred red hued paint. Walking back into her room he started to coat her body in ancient symbols. A stylized arrow now appeared to point down her belly and to the opening of her mound. Sitting back he admired the coloring of her body now. The red went well with the cream of her underbelly. She was ready now.
Feyna swallowed hard. Her mouth felt as if it were coated in cotton. She had to blink several times, each opening of her eyes brought things clearer. She heard chanting seemingly from all around her. Groaning she tried to wipe her eyes but was shocked to find her paws were bound.
Mumbling her speech was slurred she tried to move her arms, her feet. Then she felt the slight burn of the ropes that held her down. She appeared to be lying on a stone slab of some kind. Her vision clearing she looked around there were a circle of hooded figures. They appeared to be chanting and moving slowly. She still couldn't understand what was being said but that wasn't all that was wrong.
She groaned and coming fully awake felt the full force of her heat. Her body quivered as she felt the need to clinch. She felt the thick warm fluid ooze down her lips, drip over her tail hole and an almost audible "plunk" as it fell down. A hooded figure stepped close and placed a small bowl at the crevice that was carved in the stone. Her heated cream started to flow down the path and land in the bowl below.
"The field must be plowed, the seeds must be sown. We will all reap the rewards of the fruitful land." The hooded figures started to chant in unison. Feyna had no idea what it meant but tried to struggle against the bonds. Unsure of she wanted to break free or just touch her heated center.
One of the hooded figures stepped forward and stood at the foot of the slab. Feyna looked up and saw it was her father. But he was painted in odd looking red symbols. "Father? What's going on?" Her head fell back as a wave of heat passed over her body and started to make her drip heavier. The warm fluid almost burning a path down her body. She needed something but didn't know what it was.
Watching her father as he climbed up upon the slab. She whimpered, this was her father, what was he doing? Ceres straddled her hips as the group around them started to chant again. Feyna gasped as she felt his heat upon her mound. Her thoughts raged between desire and horror. Before she could speak again her father held out a clawed paw and a silken cloth was placed upon it.
Stretching the length of the above her head and holding it high the crowd silenced. Ceres said something and quickly leaned over to tie the length around her snout and loop it behind her head. Feyna struggled under the weight of her father. Crying and trying to speak around the muzzle Feyna moaned and tossed her head as another wave of heat rushed over her body. The soft pluck pluck like hammers in her head as her cream flowed freely down and filled the bowl.
The air filled with the scent of her heat and the chanting started again. "Plow the field sow the seed!" Ceres ran a paw down his daughter's belly and lifting slightly felt her hot wet mound. Groaning himself, he slipped a finger into her lips. Feeling her core. The smells of her heat agging him on and making him hard. His cock had fully slipped from its sheath of his underbelly now and thudded lewdly against her tummy. Another drum beat, another hammer Feyna felt quite keenly.
Replacing his paw to the side of her body he slowly placed his tip at her entrance. Pushing slightly forward his tip pushed against the folds. Wanting to savor the moment Ceres slowed his approach. Feyna's eyes widened as she felt her father above her. This was her father! But it felt so good as if this was just want she needed.
Pre already adding to the cream of her heat. The chanting increased in effort to remind the male dragon his duty. But Ceres wanted to savor this fully. His daughter was so very tight, so small he wondered through the haze if he would even all fit.
Feyna cried out as she felt her father enter her core. She had never even explored the area and now it was being filled. The heat clouding her rational thoughts all she could think was more! Daring to hump up lightly she felt more of his cock as seemed to burn inside her.
Pushing into his daughter Ceres stopped at the barrier that was her hymen. Groaning he stopped and waited a moment the chatting around them almost a scream in the night, "Plow the field! Sow the seed" Ceres looked down into his daughter's eyes and slammed fully into his baby girl. As much as her small form would take.
Trying to cry out around the muzzle Feyna thrashed under her father. Fighting against the bonds her wrists and ankles burned as the heat increased and burned as something was torn inside. A muffled "no daddy it hurts!" was uttered. But her father was lost in her heat. The pain started to subside as her heat returned. She wiggled under him again, but not from pain, from a building "something" that was growing within.
With each thrust of his cock within her Ceres started to pull almost fully free only to ram in to her again and again. With each pulling out of her body more of the heat, the thick rich cream, and now mixed with her blood flowed down the crevice and dripped into the bowl. The clear fluid now becoming tainted pink.
The chanting becoming softer now as Ceres started to take over into the rutting. Forgetting his purposeful strokes he focused now on how tight she was, how well he fit and how good it felt. Feyna lost to her heat wiggled under him as her hips rose up to meet his thrusts.
Moaning around the bond muzzle Feyna felt the building of something new, something that was rising, she needed to meet that end whatever it was, she was close to that edge, whatever it was, all she knew is she had to get there. But this was her father. Her body demanded this but her mind screamed out "No! This was her daddy! It was wrong, so wrong" as another wave crashed over her she sobbed.
Ceres fluttered his wings and spread them above the two of them. Blotting out the stars and the night sky. Looking down at his daughter he felt her changing, felt her small body starting to squeeze him tighter. He felt his need rising but he was bottoming out and hitting what must be her cervix. Growling he shuttered his wings again.
Feyna cried out, her body, her heat demanding something. Ceres shuttered as his daughter tightened around him again. Arching his back he felt his tip push into her womb as a massive load of dragon seed flooded her body fertilizing the eggs within her. Feyna tightened her whole body and pulled against the ropes causing them to creek. Trying to cry out but all that was issued was a muffled scream.
Ceres shuttered and closed his wings looking down at his baby girl, no longer a baby. Moving slowly the male pulled free from her core, reluctant to leave. Feyna turned her head and looked out in shock. Her body shaking from it as her heat started to fade.
A hooded figure stepped forward and placed the robe back around his body. Feyna looked to see the red paint smeared on this body and clinched her eyes shut as she felt the ropes still holding her in place.
A hooded dragon stepped forward and picked up the bowl. Squishing around its contents he chanted softly a small cherry sized drop of liquid bubbles up and floats in front of him. Chanting again softly the swirling pinkish white ball marbleized.
Another hooded figure steped forward and handed him a collar to which he placed it like a tag upon the front. Walking to her front he placed the collar around her neck and with a snap of his claws the collar permanently sealed around her neck.
"This is to remind you what you were, are and forever shall be. You will bring forth the next generation of dragons. You will obey willingly every male within our tribe. You will remain bound until the eggs arrive. Then you will submit again. This is your role." The elder was handed another bowl, this filled with the red paint.
Repainting the symbols upon her body and murmuring again. The paint renewed once more. Standing back slightly he raised his claws to the air "She is the field we will reap" the answering cry of "Bless the offering. Bless the young!" The elder droped his arms and tucking them within the sleeves of his robe whispering softly "So mote it be."