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[b][u][center]The Dragoness’s Demands

For Revakulgr

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Revakulgr was not in a state fit for other dragons when she entered her cavern. Hers, not her mate’s, as many of the others would have thought. She had clawed this one out, she had made sure that it was suitable for eggs and a proper hoard, and [i]she[/i] had made sure that the average dragon hunter knew that they needed to keep their fucking hands off of her fucking hide.

Unfortunately, the warning didn’t seem to take when it came to dealing with other dragons, as she found out at that very moment. The blood of her mate stained the rock, and the killer, a human in armor that was made of thick plates, was still there, standing over the body of the dead dragon.

“...”

The dragoness could have said something. Perhaps she could have given a warning, told the human what would happen to him. Perhaps she might have said something in anger. Perhaps, just perhaps, she would have said something that would have turned him into a bird for her to eat in a single bite.

Instead, she was so puffed up with fury that she just [i]spat[/i] at him, and when a dragon filled with poison, toxin, venom, and acid spits, the average person knows to get the hell out of the way.

The knight, it seemed, was below the idiot scale of average. The poison spit hit that armor, and he immediately started screaming as it began eating through the steel. He pulled his helmet off, threw his sword to the side, and started yanking the individual pieces off of his body before the acid could eat down to his skin.

All of it was of trifling amusement to the livid dragoness, who stomped forward on one paw after the other, cratering the stone of her home.

“How...dare...you?” she growled.

“I’m just doing my job! I got hired to - OW!”

He burned his hand on the acid that she’d left on the armor, but before he could throw the steel away, she slapped him. Being slapped by a feral dragoness was hardly a laughing matter, either, and as she was twenty-five feet long and rather tall to go with that, it was enough to send him flying back through the air and into the stone wall of the cavern.

A glance at her mate proved that there was no saving him. She’d eat him later, maintain him in her guts and ensure that his power was not wasted. For now, though, she had other concerns.

Revakulgr turned her attention to the battered, nearly-naked human. Down to a loincloth, he was dazed, struggling to stand up again. She slammed her forepaw against him, knocking the air out of his lungs again.

“Name?”

He coughed twice, shaking his head. She pressed harder, deliberately crushing the air from his lungs.

“[i]Name.[/i]”

“M-Mathus,” he wheezed.

“Mathus.” She narrowed her eyes at him, glanced back at her mate, then back at the human. “You killed him...and for that, I would have every right to kill you. And you, with your lack of skill, lack of judgment, and lack of any clear thought in the matter -”

“Nnngh…”

“Shut. Up.”

Resting more weight than she really should on the human’s body, leaving him going blue in the face, she debated letting him die. Yet, the fury was slowly starting to fade. Or rather, logic was putting out that particular fire. She could make use of him, if only for the fact that he would be more humiliated being put to use than dying. And if she tired of that, or if he was incompetent, then she could eat him.

Preferably piecemeal. That would be sufficiently painful, she felt.

Eventually, she pulled her foreleg back, and the human fell to his knees, gasping for air like the weakling he was. She shook her head, her tail twitching behind her. The tip opened and closed, revealing a stinger beneath a series of folded scales. One flick, and he could die. A lighter flick, and he’d be of a much different mindset.

Perhaps later, when she was not in the mood to punish so thoroughly.

“You will live, but only if you follow my commands. Do you understand, M-Mathus?” she asked, mocking his earlier answer.

“You...just...just kill me…”

“No. Nooooo, if death is what you want, then I’ll give you the opposite.”

“You...can’t...do that…”

He was slowly getting his breath back. She felt that it was time to take it away again, but not with her forepaw. Instead, she rolled her body around. The passage was just wide enough for her to completely turn around, and when she did, she sat on him.

Hard.

The puff of air that pushed past his lips against the base of her tail was erotic in and of itself, but that wasn’t what she had in mind. Instead, she dragged her haunches forward, forcing his head further down. Not to her tailhole, but further down, further towards the proper place that deserved attention.

“You have stolen my source of pleasure. Therefore, you will take his place.”

“WHAT?!”

“A dragon takes what it wants. I do not want you, but I want you to suffer...and I feel you will suffer greatly...down there.”

She shifted her lower half. Not much, but enough for her muscles to spread, for her lower parts to open. As long and big as she was, her sex was nearly of sufficient size to swallow the human’s head. His shoulders would have been more of a challenge, but that wasn’t what she wanted. She pressed down on him, smothering him, holding him pinned so that his nose and mouth were inside of her.

Ah, the struggles, the squirming. She could feel arms that [i]were[/i] actually somewhat muscled slapping against her hind legs, trying to push her away, or perhaps trying to hurt her and make her stop. How foolish to think that either of those would work against a powerful dragoness like her.

She sat down more forcefully, and she felt her pussy stretch, and she groaned at the pleasure of such a tensing sensation. Revakulgr grinned as she felt the human struggle harder, obviously afraid of her, obviously thinking he could die.

And he could, of course. Her sex was tight enough on the inside that she knew that she could hold herself there and drain the human of all ability to breathe. He would die with his head inside of her, become nothing but a sagging body, pathetic unto the end. Truly, it was tempting, but again, she deferred the temptation.

Instead, she lifted her lower end up, allowing the human a gasp of air.

“Do you understand your worthlessness yet, human?”

“Ah...ah…”

“You will do as I say, or your death will be the least honorable, most unpleasant thing that you can imagine. Provide me with some amusement, however, and I will see to it that you will not suffer...more than is your due.”

Mathus didn’t answer that, much as she expected. He was probably thinking that he could try and get his sword at some point, or that he might be able to run away when she was sleeping. She almost hoped that he’d try. It would make the hunting, the breaking, the using, that much more pleasurable.

For now, though, she had other desires.

“You humans know how to use your tongues. Somewhat. You will use yours on me.”

“You - no. No!”

“Human. You will.”

She sat down again, grinding back against him, and she could feel him gasping for breath at the weight on his upper body, against his face.

“You have no choice.”

She pressed down against his face, and she felt his mouth open almost as if in response to the weight against his jaw. That was intentional. She had studied humans some time ago, as a way of staving off the boredom that she had felt when she had first moved out without a mate all that time ago. She knew how their bodies worked, and better than they did, for that matter. It was all down to the right pressure here, there and -

Yes, there. Revakulgr smiled as the first tentative lick was made, his tongue swiping over her nether regions. She was wet, not from anger, but from the chance to use and punish something sooooo much smaller than her. One roll of her hips, grinding her sex over him, leaving him shivering against her hind legs.

Oh, he would hate the taste, she was sure. He was human and she was dragoness, and that was not compatible in the slightest. But she would use him, and he would learn his place. She would break him for shattering her mate.

There was no loss, no grief. Merely anger, merely the urge to punish. She sat, and this time the message finally got through to him. He started licking on his own, dragging his tongue against her outer lips and against the inner walls. It was no patch on a dragon’s tongue, for sure, but it was something.

She hummed, swaying her tail slightly as she debated stabbing him with it. It might increase his eagerness, but it would certainly increase the annoyance that he posted. She decided to wait, to see how long he would force her to force him. If he did better, or if he outlasted her patience, she would take the option.

For the moment, she would merely savor his humiliation. The heat of his face burned against her sex and hindquarters, and she could tell his fury knew no bounds. He ate her out because he was forced to, and while he was not particularly skilled at it, she could feel some pleasure from it, if only for the fact that she was making him hate her so much from the act itself.

“Lick…”

And unwillingly, ever so unwillingly, the human followed her orders. Revakulgr smiled, lowering her head to the ground as she enjoyed the moment.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Revakulgr (a female this time) finds a human has killed her mate. Vengeance is to be had.

Tags: M/F, pain, size difference, human/feral, dragoness, dragon, human, feral, femdom, humiliation, rape, revenge, oral, cunnilingus, facesitting, nudity, pain,