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Saphira's Breeding

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Saphira laid her head down, not wanting to look up. She was usually resident in the dragon's tower, the tall system of manufactured and naturally present caves that the Varden had set aside for dragonkind, so many years ago. Yet she no longer felt that she belonged there, restless and anxious, Eragon still away.

No one knew that, on one of her night flights, surveying the land and standing watch for the Varden, she had been bred and brutally taken by Shruikan of all dragons, that Galbatorix may well have been moving in on them. Yet it seemed that the black dragon was more interested in placing another kind of claim over her than what others might have suspected, if they had even known.

Breeding. How did she know if she was pregnant or not? He had sensed her heat, somehow, somehow he had known, but it was not as if there were any other dragons around that Saphira could ask about it, whether that was possible or not. More than ever, she felt the stress of her isolation as she turned in a circle, flattening down a patch of grass in a small clearing she had made, so chosen as it was too tight there for the much larger dragon to land and harass her.

Even then, she thought about her protection, how to make sure that something like that never happened again, but the dragoness could not deny how Shruikan flew through her dreams when she slumbered. His dark, looming presence, how, even despite her forced taking, his cock had felt good, too good, inside her, stretching out her pussy for the first time, though Saphira could not say that she was a virgin anymore, not after being taken twice. It was wrong to consider him, the dragon of all evil in the world with his twisted rider, Galbatorix, a symbol of pleasure, but she hadn't even known it was possible to climax like that before...

He'd awakened something in Saphira that could not be quelled, her thoughts running amok even as the stars twinkled above her, mocking her inability to sleep. Maybe her want for him, to feel the bigger dragon pinning her down and restraining her, meant that she was not pregnant. But there was a big part of the dragoness that wanted to be.

When sleep did not come and the clouds obscured the moon and most of the stars, darkening the night, she took flight again, though she was not flying a watch that night, merely looking for some solace. It was good to stretch her wings, to use her body, though her lightness and agility no longer seemed as good as they had been in the past. She was her own dragon, but how could she possibly say so if the claim that Shruikan had laid upon her was actually quickening in growth inside her, eggs growing within her womb?

Saphira growled, clawing at the air as if to fight him as an imaginary foe, completely and utterly alone there, though she swore to herself that she would have struck him down if his stupid, snarling, smirking face had been present. The drake didn't know what he'd done to her - or, if he did, he was even more broken and corrupted by his rider than she could have suspected.

If Eragon failed and twisted into the darkness of corruption...did that mean that she would be the same? That the same would happen to her?

No!

She shook herself off, flying harder and faster, shaping the air with her wings. No, that would not happen to her, she was stronger than that, younger, with more support around her than the much younger, at the time, Shruikan must have had. As always, she would fight back, she would prove herself to them, would prove herself to herself, the most important dragon at all.

And yet...fate had a different path in mind for her.

He was impossible to miss, the huge, looming mass of the black dragon standing at the spot beside the river where he had taken her that first time, spines lining his back, his wings mantled over his back. He knew she was there, turning his head to follow her flight, a roiling hiss simmering from his jaws in a flush of heat that heralded his flame. Yet he did not unleash it into the night, not as Saphira baulked and altered her course, anger burning and roiling and jumping in the pit of her belly.

To think that he had the presence to the very spot that they had taken her! She hissed, snarling, jaws parting, not even thinking clearly. She dipped back and forth, cutting a path through the air that neither took her away from him nor nearer, torn between two opposing courses of action.

If she flew away, the likelihood that Shruikan would follow her was high, that the black dragon would use every might and every ounce of muscle in his body to strike her from the sky. Perhaps he would even haul her back to Galbatorix himself as a kind of trophy, though she hardly thought that the dragon didn't have an ulterior motive in mind.

Maybe he did want to breed her, to chain her to him with egg after egg, forcing her body to swell with his clutch. Yet his scent was on the air and she was drawn to him even then, the pull of her heart to another dragon impossible to ignore.

Yet even though she was drawn to him, that did not mean that she had to follow instinct, that she had to follow whatever it was that Shruikan thought she should do. She was a strong, young dragoness, after all, lighter and smaller than him. There was no reason that she should not be able to disable him in some way, for he was not as quick as she was, slower to turn, even though he had more muscle on his body and more experience.

With that, her mind was made up, parting her jaws in a roar of challenge that echoed through the mountains, dulled only slightly by the forests on the moderate slopes, for nothing like that could grow on the highest of the peaks. Folding her wings to her back, she dropped into a dive, aiming for Shruikan with single-minded determination, eyes locked onto him as if there was not another being in the whole world that existed.

She would fight him, she would show him that she was not a dragoness to be taken lightly, not in any way. Her tail lashed the air, shuddering the course of her dive slightly, but she held fast, falling like an arrow loosed from the quiver, claws extended. Saphira couldn't force another roar from her lungs, sucking in what huge, laboured breaths that she could, focused on Shruikan to the exclusion of all else.

The black dragon grinned savagely up at her - though it was hard for a dragon's smile to appear anything other than that, with the lines of sharp teeth.

"Come for me again, Saphira?"

He mocked her, though she pulled out of her dive with a savage shriek just in time to swipe at him with her claws, expecting a jet of fire to follow her. Her heart burned with heat, aching through her, though she did not know, not even then, whether that was because she wanted Shruikan sexually or whether she genuinely was infuriated by him. In that, her experience showed, the line between her body and her mind blurred.

The drake laughed as she lunged by, flapping madly to regain height, though Saphira was swift to return for another go, her jaws clenched hard, eyes blazing with wild might. She landed with a heaving snarl that seemed to have torn itself loose from a more feral part of her soul, advancing with steady, furious steps, wings raised as if to leap away at a moment's notice. Even then, she had not quite decided what she wanted to do, her mind battling with her heart - or, more technically, her physical being. Her heart wanted nothing to do with the dragon either.

"Do you think you can fight me, little dragoness?" He scoffed with a shake of his head. "Little one... Do you not consider all the centuries of experience I have over you? I will take you and claim you and you will carry clutch after clutch of my eggs. After this, you will never again, not truly, be without me."

Hunkering down, Saphira snarled, spittle flying from her jaws.

"I would never stay with the likes of you! To say that your life has been one singular war crime would be an understatement!"

She lunged, forcing him back for a moment, even scoring a line down his shoulder, though Shruikan was not to be bested so easily. The black dragon's eyes glinted cruelly, the two of them winding around one another in a tight circle, Saphira moving quickly to force him to move to. But what she didn't account for was his tail, how it whipped out to strike her cheek.

CRACK!

She howled, reeling, up on her hind legs with her jaws open and her eyes as fierce as ever, though something deep inside her, even then, had twisted with that strike. He was strong and he was powerful, a drake that the feral side of her, the side that was pure instinct, knew would pass on good genes. But that did not mean that the more sensible side of her mind, the part that was actively thinking, would ever have willingly lain before him for the rampant drive of his cock.

She shuddered, hissing through her teeth. The fool thought that he could best her, that he already had her - but that was where he was wrong. She backed off, using the trees to support her back, not allowing Shruikan to circle behind her, though her scales ached and prickled with a kind of need that she did not know how to put a name to.

She would, in time. But not that night, not as the dragons snarled and gnashed their jaws together, scraping up scales and drawing fine ribbons of blood. Yet their hearts were not in it, Shruikan not caring to harm the only other living dragoness while her need battled with the fury against the dragon who had taken her against her will.

She put up a good fight, though it didn't take much from Shruikan, not when he had merely been toying with Saphira. But she was not to know that, not as the black dragon knocked her head over tail with a swipe of his wing, following up on the attack as he bore her into the ground. His claws pressed into her chest as she wheezed, whipping her head and neck back and forth, yet not even the thrashing of her tail was going to get the much larger dragon off her, not with his heft and bulk pinning her down.

Her guts twisted, something in her pulling, submission so close. But had Saphira really put up anything of a fight at all? Maybe it was all orchestrated, all done in such a way so that she would be able to tell others, if it ever came to light, that the dragon had bred her by force, even when she had flown down to meet him there.

It was only a fight for as long as both were in combat, after all.

"Release me!" She snarled, pulling words to her lips as soon as he relieved the pinning, dominating pressure on her chest enough for her to breathe. "I will never willingly lie with you - do anything for or with you!"

Shruikan loomed, shaking his head, a smirk pulling at his dark lips.

"Oh, but Saphira... When will you stop lying to yourself?"

Of course, she would not, though the dragon raised his head sharply, pulling at someone else's mind with the connection of telepathy. Truthfully, all dragon conversations were conducted in that way, but there were so many subtler forms of communication woven into it when speaking between their same species, growls and shifts of their bodies, that they didn't spend too much time thinking about it. To them, it was no different to speech.

Yet Saphira knew that she was in too deep, even as her guts churned, the soldiers dressed in black armour, spikes rising from their helms, appearing from the forest to her back, what she had thought would protect her. Oh, what a fool she was to think that she could take on Shruikan, the dragon of darkness himself! Undoubtedly, Galbatorix would never have sent the drake out without some kind of bodyguard or support, as fearsome as a single dragon could be, the dragoness hissing and twisting, even as Shruikan bore more of his weight down upon her once again.

"Bind her," Shruikan hissed, tail swinging back and forth. "Show her how she has fallen. Though she will rise, once more, when she accepts her role as my mate."

The soldiers didn't say anything, not as they moved around her, silent in the night, eyes glinting without a scrap of emotion from the slits in their helms through which they could see. Maybe they had marched there or maybe the dragon carried them, like cargo, all the way back to Galbatorix's castle, though Saphira would never know.

She thrashed and fought, but, when she hauled herself back and forth too much Shruikan bore down at the base of her throat, cutting off her ability to breathe while her eyes widened. She hacked and gulped and opened and closed her jaws as if that would help any sliver of breath to ease into her lungs, but Shruikan was skilled in what he did, in how he held her, exerting just the right amount of weight.

That kept Saphira in place for the soldiers to collar her, sliding the heavy, metal yoke around her neck, though it weighed her down, resting at the base, above her shoulders. Her wings were folded in against her back, rendering her helpless to fly away, to find some means of escape, lashed around and around with strong rope. Though she could have broken free of it if it had not been as skilfully applied as it was, the rope binding had been layered over the strongest point of her wings, right at the base where they connected to her back and shoulder blades, stopping the muscle there from moving and gaining any leverage at all.

She groaned and shifted, forced onto her stomach with the dragon standing over her, though she was able to drag some air into her lungs. The moment her jaws opened, however, a muzzle was shoved over it - a kind of cage that stopped her from biting anyone and using that part of her, the drake covering her body, menacingly with his own.

"Leave us," he rumbled, once the dragoness was suitably bound for his pleasure. "Return in four hours."

The soldiers answered to Shruikan as if he was Galbatorix, though Saphira hissed through the muzzle, trying to bite it and shake it off, even though it had been buckled around the back of her head. Shruikan smirked and chuckled throatily, using his body to hold the smaller dragon in place while a claw traced the edge of the muzzle, mocking her with her lack of defence. She couldn't even get her jaws open wide enough to effectively breathe fire through it, though she could still talk if she allowed their mind connection to be active.

She hissed through the muzzle, the drake pushing over her, letting the bondage do part of the work for him. There was no need, after all, in expending more energy than required when he was powerfully in his place, right where he belonged, already, groaning as his sides reverberated, relishing in the moment, his position of power.

It was intoxicating, but no less so than the dragoness under him, her scales glistening with hues of blue in the dim light, the stars out but no moon as clouds scudded across the sky. Heat so obviously flooded her, though Saphira, most likely, did not know that a dragoness could still come into heat already if she was heavy with a dragon's clutch, eggs growing inside her. Sometimes, in his experience, a dragoness could carry two clutches of eggs at once, though that was a very rare occurrence indeed. It depended on how many eggs her body released, how strong the seed of the male was...

Maybe she would. Maybe she would not. But Shruikan was set to dig in his claws on his claim, the sweetness of her quivering body, pretending that she loathed him when her body ached so dearly for him.

Saphira heaved and panted, flanks shuddering as she breathed heavily. The pressure of the drake over her back already was affecting her, even more so as his hot length of cock slid out. She should have shuddered from him in revulsion and yet there was a big part of her, a part that Saphira never again wanted to acknowledge, that strained to rock back against him, to beg for more, to get that cock inside her through any means possible.

"My dragoness..."

He rumbled above her and the dragoness stiffened, wanting to push back against the notion, yet her tail was pushing up and to the side instinctively. Even as her mind screamed, though she still was not sure how much of that was a protest because she knew she should protest, her body ached for it, burning up from the inside out.

"Stay..." She forced out, tongue working its way thickly around the words. "Away...from...me..."

"Oh, but you don't want that, little dragoness. Not when I can give you everything you need."

She seethed and snarled, yet there was nothing Saphira could do to stop him from taking her all over again, his thick, long cock finding her entrance. He poised there for a moment as if he was thinking twice about penetrating her, about driving deep, but the drake never really had any concern about that. She should have known, howling brokenly as he drove into her heat-addled body, her wings straining against their bonds, even if there was nowhere for her to go.

His cock drove deep, stretching her open once again, though she loathed that it was a good feeling. She tried to tell herself, as if repeating a mantra, that it was a purely physical reaction, that her mind and her soul could not help how her body reacted as a dragoness, but, even then, Saphira was no better than her instincts.

She had to do it, had to take him, the drake gripping her shoulders with each front foot, claws digging in, though never enough to draw blood. It seemed that he knew exactly how hard he could push her without hurting her, though he was not above leaving her with a permanent mark of their mating - especially if he seeded and bred her.

Maybe she was not pregnant, she thought wildly, her mind striving to clutch at any straw possible, all to tell herself that it was not so, that all was well, that she would not carry his eggs, no matter what Shruikan did to her. yet it was all futile in the end as stroke after stroke of his cock sawed into her, her inner walls clutching at him, contracting and massaging erratically against her will.

Above her, Shruikan rumbled a pleased growl.

"That's it, Saphira..." He growled. "Milk me... Do just that..."

She didn't think she was doing anything at all, but it was hard to think straight with her head spinning as it was, not truly present in the moment, not as her body ached and lurched inwardly with too much sensation. It was too much, all too much, especially so with the bondage, the muzzle that stopped her from turning and snapping at him, even if she would most likely have not been able to reach Shruikan anyway. Her fire crackled in the back of her maw, but Saphira choked it down as his throbbing cock filled her, stroke after stroke sending illicit, taboo waves of heated delight through her.

It was like having her scales stroked, the pleasure that came, but so much better than that too, all in a way that Saphira wanted again and again, even if it was wrong to want it. It was wrong for her body to feel as good as it did with his huge length stretching her out, though she seemed to take it more easily that time than she did before, something that the dragoness had not even thought was possible. He powered into her, no longer needing to pin and hold her in place, something deep inside the dragoness submitting to him.

But she didn't want to, she didn't want to consider that she wanted a part of the black dragon, even though, frankly, she could have done without the rest of him. Maybe things would have been different if he had not been the only other dragons he knew, if there had been someone else to stoke her breeding desire, her tail swinging anxiously back and forth. Somehow, the more flexible, dextrous end managed to curl around the drake's ankle as he pushed over her more insistently, each driving ram of his shaft crushing his cock-tip up against her innermost barrier. Even though he could go no deeper, her stomach leapt and twisted in the best of ways for every driving pound.

"No..." She grunted, knowing that he was close, if last time was anything to go by. "Don't...don't seed me... I don't want..."

Shruikan snarled, pushing on, the angle of his cock shifting inside her as a fresh wave of dizzying pleasure swamped the dragoness.

"Oh, but I think you do dragoness... Moan for me, I'm taking you either way."

So it was as she was forced, stroke after stroke, to give in to the battering lust of his cock penetrating her, finally sending her over the edge into spiralling bliss, as if she was tumbling through a freefall, throwing all draconian cares to the wind. She did not care, could not care, not one bit as she howled and thrashed weakly under him, Shruikan once more holding her in place, though solely that time as her lust threatened to get the best of her. But he would have her, every last part of her, claiming the dragoness repeatedly until there was no scale or sliver of flesh on her body that had not been touched by him.

Even his scent sank into her as his cock pounded her through orgasm, hind legs coming in even closer to ensure he used the full length of his cock for every stroke, driving in harder and faster, seeking out his own delirious peak. And yet Saphira trembled through it all, her tail tightening around his ankle, though it was hardly anything of a port in a storm for her, not an anchor to any boat laid down in a lake that could hold her in place.

She felt it, the trembling roar that erupted from the powerful dragon as his huge cock flooded her, the dam burst as ropes of hot, slick cum poured into her. The power of him was impossible to ignore as he slammed in repeatedly, a lewd, wet squelch rising from where their bodies joined, unable to help the visceral nature of their lust from showing itself.

Shruikan did not care for that, luxuriating where he was, wings fanning out, though not solely to cool himself down, but as a different release of tension.

"Submit to me, dragoness," he rumbled, jaws pressed together, though a smirk still pulled at his lips, hiding something more. "Or else I fly to your precious Varden right now and lay down a rain of fire upon them. Would your rider think less of you for allowing them to burn while you are in residence, I wonder?"

Saphira swallowed hard and shook her head, though she did not honestly know the answer to that. She was supposed to be protecting the Varden in a way while they were also supposed to be protecting her, a mutual benefit and relationship, though her duties had already been shirked the moment she had flown off alone.

"I will never willingly lie with you."

He chuckled.

"So resolute... But you shall submit. Or I will torch them and relish in their screams... You'll watch every one of them burn and then that rider of yours too."

Saphira shuddered. Oh, it was coercion, but, in a way, it was allowance too, permitting her to do something that her mind did not agree with, as confusing and tumultuous as it was.

He stepped back, swivelling a claw in the air, directing her to roll onto her side, though Saphira didn't know how that was going to work for him. When the drake was in control, his cock still out while his cream drooled from the slit under her tail, the mess of their mating impossible to deny.

Shruikan did not care if it was obvious that he had taken Saphira or not, as long as he got what he wanted from her, pushing her legs forward and her tail in the opposite direction, both laying across the dewy, damp grass and exposing her drooling slit. It was a different position, but one that afforded them a little different pleasure, passion rising, mounting with every heartbeat and every breath.

Saphira tried not to think too much about what was happening as the dragon mounted her from the side, feeling more pinned and bound than ever, as if her feet were chained also. The weight of the metal collar rested heavily around her neck, making her want to bow her head - but even that weighty sensation was swept away by his cock plunging into her all over again.

Her body wanted to lurch towards him, but a dragon could not rock their hips in such a position, possessing no leverage, her head spinning as she grappled with all that was happening, grunting deep in the back of her throat. Shruikan pushed further over her, using her hip to push his front feet into, tail swinging back and forth as it cracked into a tree. Although it shook, it did not fall, the deciduous branches not housing any birds for that night, not as the dragon took his pleasure from her.

Saphira shuddered, clamping her jaws shut within the muzzle against her moans, though she might as well have given up. It should have been a kind of liberty for her to be bred, her body yearning for it while she rebelled, wanting to fight, yet the threat of what would happen to "her people" and her rider bounced around her mind. She had to do it, had to think of something else, something that, perhaps, would stop her seeking out Shruikan, the pleasure he could give her, what her body instinctually needed, despite her mind knowing how wrong it was.

At least, that was what Saphira told herself. All in all, she dropped into a low croon as he bred her with long, overpowering strokes that rocked her to the core of her body. He didn't need to be rough with her to take her, letting the thickness of his cock and the roll of his body do the talking for him, low hisses and snarls escaping the mighty drake from time to time.

"Give in, Saphira... That's right..."

Encouragement was wrong too, as if it was coming from the lips of a kinder soul, though that would never be Shruikan, not ever in a million years, though Saphira would hopefully live for centuries. His cock ploughed into her with a wet slop of their combined bodily fluids, though not even the staunch stability of the ground, her scales pressing imprints into the grass and soil beneath, would stop her from groaning, from losing herself.

It was just too good, the dragon bearing over her, his power showing her that Shruikan was the mate that she needed, even if she refused to admit it, not even entertaining the thought. His cock throbbed inside her, taking her, breeding her, and Saphira thought there was no way that she could escape pregnancy having been taken by him four times, if she was not with eggs already. Her body quaked, a moan pulling through her, head lying submissively on the grass as she allowed him to take her.

She told herself it was because of the bondage, that it was because he was pinning her down. Of course, that was not the truth. She just didn't let herself think about it.

Shruikan pounded her, tail swinging, thumping the ground, though he was close, so close, even as he ground over that so very sensitive spot within the dragoness, stars leaping and dancing behind her lowered eyelids. She did not know if soldiers were watching them, if they were still close enough while they waited for Shruikan to finish with her, but she did not know the force of her climax as it snapped her up as she would strike a trout from a mountain stream, throwing her head back to swallow it whole.

As her prey was hers, he took her as hers, forcing her through orgasm, driving her body to betrayal. The drake snarled, dominance coursing through him, though he would not leave without seeding her for a second time, for he had the dragoness for the entire night, as the stars twinkled above him.

Soon, she would understand why she was drawn to him, all as her sides rounded out with eggs, carrying his offspring. It was intrinsic to dragon nature and not something that Saphira could so easily cast aside, even though she may have wanted to. Though he would, in the meantime, enjoy breaking her down to his whim, Galbatorix and he understanding how her fall from grace had come about while he bred the next generation of dragons into life.

As he spent himself inside her, long ropes of thick, virile seed flooding her hot passage, the dragon smirked, leaning low over her, nuzzling her neck as he would a partner, a lover. She was neither of those things, just a mate taken by force.

"My dragoness..." He hissed, tongue lapping her neck while she shuddered. "Your life is about to change forever."

Saphira moaned.

For there was no going back after she had been bred, the deed done, their song sung. Her eyes fluttered closed, losing herself to pleasure.

Shruikan had bred her by force and there was nothing she could do about it.