Taken by Force

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Captured by a Dragon

It could have been just any other day as she fled the dragon, sobbing, weeping, her cheeks streaked with tears. Amelia howled out her distress, knowing that the dragon knew exactly where she was, waiting on him to rain down fire from above, even as she scrambled down the mountain. The wolfess held a golden chalice clutched tightly between both arms, studded with jewels and so heavy that she needed both arms at once to support it, though she only hoped that others from her wolf pack would find it after the dragon had, well...

Well, she wasn't getting out of it alive, that much Amelia knew. She'd stolen from the dragon's hoard and that meant that they had to be punished, that they would lose their life, that they would never again breathe fresh air. She'd stolen to save her tribe and she knew the consequences of her actions, but the anthro wolf still could not regret her actions as she stumbled and tumbled down the rocky mountainside. She had done it to save them and they would still reap the spoils of her misdeed, coming through to something more than what could have been achieved otherwise.

Money, gold coins. The chalice could be traded and what they earned from it should feed the village for two winters, maybe even three. It was the best gift she could give them.

It was that thought that she held close to her as the dragon's roar blasted over her, a buffeting swathe of air from his wings knocking the wolf off her hind paws, head over heels. She tumbled and stumbled, breaking stride, the chalice knocked out of her arms. Yet none of that mattered when the dragon loomed over her, his monstrous form and bulk appearing much larger than he actually was, even as he blocked out the weak tenor of the early morning autumn sun.

It should have been golden and yet all she could do was wheeze as he pinned her under a claw, spreading his foot across her upper back. The drake was not all that large, though he was one of the most powerful in the regions with one of the largest hoards. That was why Amelia had had one tiny, last hope in her that she might have been able to take one little thing from his treasure trove and get away with it. Of course, as the dragon growled above her, that had been a false hope, very, very much so.

"Little brat," he snarled, lips pulling back from his teeth. "Who do you think you are? Thieving from a dragon!"

She whimpered and sobbed, yet there was no mercy in his dark eyes, his red scales blocking out the sky, his underbelly pushing over her, layered with wider, flatter plate scales that ran down from the underside of his neck to the base of his tail. He would have been glorious to behold if she had not been in such a terrible situation, the dragon releasing his grip on her shoulders, seeming to know that she wasn't going anywhere. After all, there was nowhere she could run and nowhere she could hide in the bare landscape, hardly any tough foliage clinging on to the steep slopes.

Yet those very steep slopes allowed a larger body to come together with a smaller one in a way that had not been anticipated...

The drake rumbled, a glint in his eye. The wolf, however, would not know his name. Not yet, at least.

"You will face the consequences of your actions, weakling..."

Yes, yes... She knew that, holding her arms over her head, shaking in place, waiting for the end. She could only do that, no more than that, whimpering, moaning, hoping against hope that it would. If there was one thing that she didn't want, it was for it to hurt.

And yet...something strange happened. The dragon pressed down over her as if he was flexing and bending his back legs and hind end more, though she didn't understand what was happening. She faced up the slope, barely aware of how she had been rotated, yet all of that was out of her control, heaving, panting, the taste of dirt in her mouth, grit clinging to her tongue and lips.

"Brace yourself..."

There was a darkly kind note in his voice, though she didn't understand what it was, why it was there, something devious lurking behind. Amelia didn't even understand when something hard and long and thick pushed over her legs and lower back, her clothing threadbare and hardly enough to protect her from that harsh climate.

The mountain towered. The wolf took a breath, peeking out from behind her arms. What was going on there?

But she could not fail to understand as a huge length of dragon cock pushed between her legs, demanding entry, for the dragon was set on using her body. His stomach was already full and growling with satisfaction, but she could please him in another way as he looked to make even between them, whether or not he bothered to take back the chalice or not. She screamed and clawed at the ground, but all it took was a well-placed claw of his back foot to rake through her clothes, tearing what was hanging off her lower half from her body, though nothing had been all that much covered anyway.

"No! Please..."

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