Draykan in the Insect Kingdoms 4
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Draykan eyes up at this mysterious newcomer, a humanoid mantis. Like others in the insect kingdoms, she looks like a woman wearing plated form-fitting armor. Her body shines with the unmarred chitin of her exoskeleton, accenting the slight curvature of her lithe body. Through a slit almost like a dress, one long leg shows itself more prominently than the other. Two arms end in large, serrated scythes, while two others wrap underneath her breast. Above, her human-like mouth smirks as her large compound eyes pinpoint the dragon with pinprick accuracy, the tiny dots focused right upon him.
The dragon rolls his shoulders, snorting, clenching, and unclenching his claws. “So, you’re issuing me a challenge? That’s not very smart on your part, you know? You’ve already gotten on my list for messing with my guide.”
“That moth?” she asks, stepping slowly around the dragon. He follows her in the delicate dance, the two sizing each other up. “She was easy enough to snatch up.”
“And that’s why I’m going to have to teach you a lesson,” He responds, nodding solemnly. “So you don’t ‘snatch up’ or harm anyone else.”
The mantis titters, “Consider your pet moth and yourself lucky, dragon. My mistress has given me strict orders to guard this place in the most non-lethal way I can, at least until her plans have reached fruition.”
“In that case, mind telling me where Myfanway is so I could rescue her and mess your job up?”
“Oooh, aren’t you the knight in shining armor? How ironic,” she says, lifting her scythes. “Considering you’re a dragon, just like that last one.”
Draykan’s eyes widen, a snarl growing, teeth bared. “Alright. That’s it. Playtime’s over. You’re gonna tell me all you know.”
“You’re going to have to make me, big boy,” the mantis says, her back spreading, wings extending, showing off her size, quite matching Draykan in height.
He nods, readying his fists, widening into a fighter’s stance. “Gladly, but to whom do I have the honor of pummeling?”
“My name is Mai,” the mantis says, licking her lips, “and you shall be beaten, Sir…”
“Draykan.” He responds. “And by the time I’m through with you, you can tell your mistress that she’s next on my list after I’ve had my way with you, got it?”
“Bold words,” she says, her scythe-arms rubbing slowly together. “Let’s see how they fare.”
He rushes toward her, running with powerful strides at his opponent.
Mai leaps up, her wings carrying her behind him in a graceful leap. She flips and slams her leg toward the dragon, the force of the kick sending compressed air blowing forward. Draykan ducks underneath the attack, dodging the blast. He lifts his leg, a heel heading right toward her abdomen in the same movement.
She hooks her scythe around his ankle, swinging around him like a pole and landing with a hand on the ground, skidding across the earth, all the while a smile burns on her face.
Draykan hops back, shaking his leg and quickly glancing at it for damage. There’s only a slight scratch on his scales. He cracks his knuckles and nods. “It’ll take more than that to damage a dragon.”
“That’s exactly what I would expect from the runner-up of the Tournament of Pleasure.”
Draykan’s brow twitches at that momentary lapse of focus. He sees a claw wrapped around his neck, throwing him forward, and a knee rising to smack him in the snout.
Mai throws Draykan down and climbs atop him on the back, leaning in with a hissing laugh, her claws around his throat. “Can’t cut you, but I can bruise your ego, right? That’s how to hurt a dragon. Poor, poor Draykan, oh-so-hurt that he’s only number two.” Her teases sting.
“Pretty underhanded, pretending not to know me!” Draykan snorts. He presses his hands to the ground, pushing up, bucking up against her.
Mai holds on, her scythes digging against his scales, and while she holds on, he throws his elbow back at her, striking her in the side and knocking her off her balance.
He flips around, rubbing his neck, noticing a small glistening of blood. It’s just a tiny abrasion, but the slow, extended slice is enough to press through her. “First blood… impressive.”
Hopped up to her feet, she dances, her skirt swishing, her blades bouncing. “Ours is a delicate dance, isn’t it?”
“It’d be beautiful if you fought me as an equal and not as some villain.”
“Ha, how heroic.” She leaps forward, gripping his shoulders. She leaps forward, kneeing at his stomach.
The dragon doubles over from the attack, leaning forward over her but wrapping his arms around her body, pulling her against him.
“Gah!?”
“Sorry,” Draykan grunts, a pained chuckle rising from him. Yeah, he feels a little sick, that throbbing pain in his stomach harder than he’d imagine, “You may be fast, but I’m strong and stubborn!”
“Yes, you are!” she says, snickering, her antennae playing about at his forehead. “What now?”
“This!” Draykan runs forward, holding onto her tightly. He lifts off at incredible speeds, providing a loop-de-loop before slamming into the ground, the bug squished underneath him.
Blood leaks from his shoulders as he lies there, but soon, he pushes himself up, rolling his shoulders and looking down at Mai.
She coughs, groaning and squirming around under him.
“This fight’s over,” the dragon says, pulling her arm off his shoulder and letting it fall back.
“Hah… you think I’m gonna talk…? I’m not done yet…” she says, pushing herself by her elbows, shaking, snickering. “Not until you show me all you got… Champion of Pleasure.”
“You think I’m going to reward you with a fuck?” he asks, snorting.
She wraps her legs around him, squeezing at his hips, her humanoid hands pushing out, striking him at his sternum.
Draykan coughs and leans forward, and she rolls him around until she’s on top, placing her scythes over his shoulders and reaching down at his pants, yanking them down. “You have no choice!
Draykan lies under Mai, the dragon’s chest rising and falling steadily, pinned down as he is by Mai’s weight and blades at his shoulder and throat. “If you wanted a good time,” he quips, “You didn’t need to kidnap my guide.”
“I must apologize,” Mai responds, her free hands reaching up to his twin draconic shafts, caressing his balls in one, and pressing her palm to the topmost length. “Taking prisoners is part of my mission here. It’s nothing personal.”
Draykan snorts, a growl rising up from his throat. “And this?”
“Oh, this?” she asks, gripping his cock, stroking along that textured surface. “Why, this is a pleasure!” She speeds up, pumping that shaft.