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Hokay... so, here's some dragon-on-dragon rape. >___> Not my usual fare, I know, but I wrote for a certain guy named Balasar, who wanted certain.... things. Deviant things. <___<

Ooh, Ooh! But there's some interesting story and plot here.... I really tried to up my ante in story telling and what-not, and I think it shows. I really consider this a short story, rather than just a smut-filled heap of text (nothing against smut-filled heaps of texts either... if they're good. :P) So if you like story, read for ZE PLOT STUFFZ. And if you like the various deviant descriptive words that my story has been tagged with, then read for those things too!

A Dragon of Justice and Honor

It was dark. Dark and stuffy. Her head ached. A dull scraping noise, and the clicking of claws... they were the only sounds audible. She felt the scraping on her flank... her scales were being cruelly dragged across a roughly hewn stone floor. Her neck ached... a rope dug into her hide. Someone was pulling her by the neck... like some animal. The smell of dank stone and mildew was fresh on her nostrils.

Her head throbbed. Her mind was muddled. She could not think clearly. Where was she? What happened? She moved her head, and felt rough sackcloth scrape across her muzzle... It was tied over her head and around her horns, blocking the light and making it hard to breath. Groaning, she tried to open her mouth to call out but found her snout roughly bound with rope. She then went to move her legs but found them hog-tied. Her wings were free, and she attempted to flap them in vain, finding her body too weak to put up much of a resistance.

A raspy voice called out from beyond the sack cloth. "Ah, it looks like you're waking already. Welcome to the dungeon, dragoness. Don't make any rash moves... just stay calm, for your own good."

She recognized that voice....

Fear welled up inside of her. She stopped moving. Thick, powerful claws dropped the rope, letting it fall to the ground with a smack. As rough claws undid the knot around her neck, she rested listlessly on the floor. She felt too weak to move, practically too weak to even breathe, and whimpered out of fright.

Quietly she called out in that stuffy cloth prison wrapped around her head. Her voice came out as a muffled whine, almost incomprehensible through her closed mouth. She pleaded through tightly bound jaws, asking not to be hurt or killed. Anything he wanted, her father would give. Land? Wealth? Influence? Her father was a powerful, wealthy dragon, and would give anything in return for his daughter. She tried to explain, but a terse growl cut her off.

"You will stay quiet for now, dragoness... Listen carefully. You will not squirm. You will not thrash. you will not fight. You will wait and stay quiet until he comes."

She heard the sounds of iron rings clanging together. Leather straps were being stretched over her head and neck. Somewhere in the back of her mind she figured it was a restraining harness.... it made sense, considering her location. She fought to regain her senses, to resist, but as muddled as her mind still was, she struggled to regain full control over her body. Leather straps tightened across her chest and over her shoulders. She attempted to jerk away... but half-hearted attempts were all that she could muster. Deftly, her captor put the harness in place. She felt him tighten the bindings so much that they dug into her golden scales, despite of... or perhaps because of her writhing and struggling. She then heard the sound of a clasp, and felt herself suddenly yanked forward by the harness: there was chain attached to her chest. Her golden scales scraped across the cool stone floor.

"I believe I said that you were not to squirm." Her captor laughed dryly to himself. "You know, I had hoped that you would have been out for at least an hour. A part of me is genuinely sorry I have to treat you like this.... but only a part. The rest of me is enjoying this very, very much. "

The dragoness was distracted by him talking and hadn't even noticed until it was too late: he felt her captor attach the other end of chain to a sturdy ring set in the stone. She pulled back and almost immediately found herself held fast: her chest was bound to the floor and she had less than a foot of room to move!

She was starting to regain her strength and senses now, and began to actively squirm. The golden-hued dragoness thrashed on the ground, pulling at thick chain on her chest, but found it was too late: she was securely attached to the stone floor now, with barbaric ropes that that bound her legs. She rolled onto her side, whimpering softly to herself.

Groaning, the dragoness tried to focus. Though clearer now, her mind was still hazy. Her muscles still felt lethargic. Slowly, her captor undid the rope bindings on her feet. Feeling the knots loosen, she tried to blindly swat at him, but instantly found her wrists held tight while a pair of rough metal shackles bound her two forepaws next to each other. He was too quick for her to respond in her current state. With the sound of a clasp closing, she found her forepaws, too, were suddenly fastened to the floor. She could barely lift them a few inches.

She paused, trying to collect her thoughts, as she heard her assailant step back. The hind legs, she thought. He must be going for the hind legs next. This time, she would be ready for her captor to touch her body. She drew her feet back slowly, hoping her movements looked inconspicuous enough, in preparation to kick, grinning cruelly to herself under the stuffy rucksack that covered her head.

But the touch never came.

Instead there was only an annoyed huff. "Don't take me for a fool, dragoness. I see that foot of yours drawn back and ready."

She hissed at him in response and she heard her him chuckle. The dragoness was disappointed.... her captor was unfortunately attentive enough for his own good.

"I suppose that will do for now. You can't escape, at any rate... and that is good enough."

The dragoness rolled to her side and curled in a ball, realizing with a twinge of fear that she could do nothing at the present. With a rush of fresh, cool air, the bag was removed and she saw a gruff, black dragon staring back at her, with the rucksack held firmly in his jaws. The feral dragon idly tossed the bag onto a workbench built into the wall.

"I take it you are surprised to see me again?" he asked, sarcastically.

She recognized the dragon, yes... but his words only confused her. Should she be surprised? Her mind was still cloudy... she tried to think. The dragon cocked his head, glaring at her dazed expression.

"Hmph. The prince will be in shortly."

She tried to call out through bound jaws, to beg him to explain what was happening, but the dragon ignored her muffled plea. He simply left the room with a haughty flick of his tail.

And now she was alone.

The dragoness felt nothing but fear and rage....being tied up like some common criminal. Her beautiful creamy gold hide was no doubt scraped, chaffed, and dulled from being dragged along the harsh stone floor. Not knowing where she was, or what was to happen to her... It filled her with fear.

Panting hard, she tried to focus and collect her thoughts. She tried to remember what had happened. Her mind was clearing up now, though her head felt like it was on fire... she had already figured out she had been drugged. That much was apparent. Just an hour ago she had been talking to that black dragon. He was a royal envoy from the kingdom of Elgath.... there was much bad blood between their clan and her own royal family. He appeared before her, with a cloack and hood obscuring his form, cordially offering a letter for the Salazin Princess. She had reluctantly accepted and thought nothing of the matter, having received many similar letters from the dragon in the past. In fact, she had seen him no less than two days ago. This time, however... it was different. He had presented an envelope to her today, but inside there was only a black powder which he quickly blew into her face....

Footsteps approached. Black claws clicked on the hewn stone floor. A figure appeared in the doorway. The dragon that approached was familiar also. His vibrant, dark red scales, the silvery white mane that trailed down the spine... his traits were easily recognizable. His proud stature was unmistakable. In one swift movement he unclasped the regal blue cloak covering his wings and flanks, and cast it onto a workbench built into the wall.

His name was Balasar, the prince from the horrid Elgath family. She hated the Elgathians with a passion. Honor-less, disgusting brutes of a dragon clan, not even worthy of their wings. They killed, they pillaged, they sowed discord amongst her own people. Subterfuge was their native tongue. Treachery their code of honor. Moreover, the Elgath had the gall to say the same about the proud Salazin family: her own flesh and blood. Her family had standards and upheld the code of honor... they were widely respected! She could not stand the slander. The Elgathians were a despicable clan, to be hated and despised.

Balasar cleared his throat with a rumble and opened his mouth. A low, calm voice slithered out from his reptilian lips... sounding sickeningly proud and menacing to the dragoness' ears.

"My dear princess Sierra.... do you know why you are here?"

Had her mouth been free, she would have spat on the ground upon hearing the dragon address her by name. Instead, she only let out a muffled grunt.

The red dragon paced as he talked."Let me refresh your memory, my little dragoness. A royal Elgathian hunting party, lead by a prince. Does that not ring a bell?"

Sierra readily knew of the incident Balasar described, but she refused to say anything of the matter with her muzzle bound. She only glared at him, growling softly.

The red dragon shrugged off her uncouth behavior. "Well, I believe that means you understand why you are here now, do you not?" He smiled. "I see that those ropes on your muzzle will unfortunately have to come off. I trust you are intelligent enough to know you are not in a position to try and bite or bear your flame at me, princess."

As the Elgathian prince's claws drew close, Sierra thought to jerk away, but then begrudgingly let him undo the bindings around her snout. As soon as her muzzle was free enough, she pulled away from the ropes and spat out her words.

"Dragon cur!" She snarled through her aching jaws, "Go slither amongst the grass reeds like the snake you are! Your wretch of a brother and his companions were initiating an attack on-"

"Ha! Don't take me for a fool. Do you even have any sort of evidence behind your accusation?" Balasar grinned.

The dragoness remained silent. It was impossible to argue against such a nebulous claim. Of course she had no evidence. She was not there to see the actual quarrel, to see whether a hunting party or a raiding party had actually awaited the king's royal guard. The only relics taken from the battle were the curved teeth of slain foes, removed as proof of death. One for every dragon... no one at the camp had escaped alive. That fact alone comforted her.

"Fair enough." he spoke, acknowledging her silence as a resignation. Balasar turned his back to the golden dragoness to look out the barred window of the dungeon.

"My brother and his men had set foot in your lands not two days ago, Sierra... having chased their quarry far beyond our territory. They had set camp for the night within your clan's borders, ready to continue their pursuit in the morning. A written letter had been sent to your castle, declaring their presence and requesting temporary asylum for their peaceful intentions. But later, they were ambushed by the Salazin Royal Guard in the dead of night. Rasath was on mere hunting trip, and your soldiers took his life for simply chasing his quarry into your lands."

Balasar watched the golden-hued dragoness noticeably flinch at the mention of a written letter. He was about to comment when suddenly the princess spoke up.

"My father never received any such letter that night, Elgathian. I could swear on that with my life. Your cleverly fabricated story falls short there. You have no evidence, and you are only wasting your time with me."

Balasar snorted as he tried to stifle his loud laugh. "Is that so, Sierra? Surely you should have figured out that we are not here to prove anyone's story tonight. There is no trial, no judge to plead your case to. There is only me."

A chill ran down Sierra's spine. This... this wasn't an interrogation!

"I am a dragon of justice and honor, my princess. Blood for blood, payment for payment. I tire of our kingdoms' feud. I tire of seeing my clan and my family lose their lives at the claws and teeth of your kin. And with my act of retribution, I intend to end it. I wish for more more death, no more pillaging, and no more seed of woe and hate planted between our friends and family." Balasar moved to the wall, where a number of thick leather straps lay hanging on hooks next to the workbench. He then leaned back, stood on his haunches, and grabbed a pawfull of straps off the hooks.

"Retribution? Peace? Must you be so foolish, Elgathian? You are only begging the entire kingdom of Salaz to declare war upon you. When word reaches that have been kidnapped, my father will fly into a rage! My name will be a rallying cry for my people should I become a martyr!" Sierra stared at the leather bindings, trying to hide her fear, wondering if she was to be strung up, or beheaded, or-

"I have no intentions of taking your life, young dragoness." Balasar chuckled. He drew close to the dragon, with straps in hand. The red dragon gently grabbed her left wing, but Sierra jerked it away and defiantly smacked him in the face with the right.

Balasar took the hit gracefully. "Don't struggle, Princess... unless you wish to have a broken wing," he snarled, his sturdy forepaws tightening around her delicate flying limbs. Begrudgingly, Sierra did as ordered, and grunted as the red dragon firmly wrapped the wings up in the tight leather bands.

Sierra tilted her head quizzically."What are you doing with me, then?"

"Finishing what Deetrie was too much of a coward to complete: your bindings."

That was not the answer she was looking for, but Sierra did not have to elaborate her question further.

"If you were to become laden with egg, Princess, your offspring would create a forced alliance between our clans. No Salazin king would be heartless enough to deny his daughter's hatchlings, regardless of which clan the father is from. Neither would my Elgathian father deny his own kin. The two clans would be forever tied by our union, and it is my goal that our blood feud dissolve under a forced tolerance. Our hatchlings will become a symbol for peace and understanding."

Balasar spoke to her with a calm, unemotional voice, but his eyes lit up with fervor at his own words... She was going to be tied down and mated! This, in revenge of his brother's death? However noble Balasar intended his fairy tale story of peace to sound, Serria thought it was a poor veil to hide her kidnapping, imprisonment, imminent rape. Rape... A rush of fear welled up inside of her. Rape!

Sierra welled up with indignant rage at his words. "You'd forcefully mate a princess to justify the spilling of your brother's blood?" Her voice came out shrill and loud.

Balasar chuckled. "Think of it as payment. As I said, I consider myself a dragon of justice and honor. Our family deserves justice for the murder of my brother." He went back to the bench, picking up a long iron bar with shackles on each end. Sierra quickly realized it was meant for her hind legs, to keep them spread wide. A shiver went down her spine.

"And what honor is there in forcefully taking a dragoness against her will?" the golden-hued dragon asked defiantly.

Balasar opened his mouth quickly, but then paused, realizing golden-hued dragoness had actually made a good point. "It's a simple matter of the ends justifying the means, my princess..." his lips slowly curled into a wicked grin.

"And moreover, I'll enjoy every minute of the means, rest assured."

Growling, Balasar wrapped his forepaws around one of her hind legs, steadying it as he fit one cuff of the spreader bar securely. Unable to turn away, she reared her free foot back and gave a mighty kick. It was well aimed, but her claws sailed above Balasar's head as he quickly ducked. Growling loudly, he immediately put his weight down on her other leg, and struggled against Sierra's thrashing as he secured both ankles, keeping her hind legs permanently positioned wide. She curled her tail down, hiding her feminine parts in vain, grimacing as his licentious, grubby paws gripped her golden tail too, rearing on his hind legs and affixing it to a tight leather loop hanging from the ceiling.

Here she was, forced to bend over with her chest chained to the floor, her legs lewdly spread wide, and her tail forcefully raised high, humiliatingly posed and showing all to the chuckling red dragon as he circled her, his act of binding almost complete.

She hissed loudly at his wretchedness. "It sounds more like you would take any end to justify these means."

Balasar chuckled cruelly. "Such an accusation, however true it may or may not be, would fall on deaf ears in this castle. Your word would not reach far. All the common people will hear is our brave union, and how you proudly and graciously decided to bear my young despite the blood feud between our families."

Her heart filled with rage at his words. "I'd rather die than bear your bastardized offspring!" Sierra shrieked.

"However noble your plight may be... you simply don't have a choice, my dear princess."

A chill traveled down Sierra's spine, and she tried to suppress a noticeable shiver. Balasar gave a single humored "Humpf." at her reaction, smiling a bit.

"This attitude of yours is the very reason for the bindings. You will be under constant watch after I finish with you, as well." Balasar circled his bound dragoness, coming around to her rear.

"You are currently in heat, correct?" He slowly leaned in toward the backside of chained dragon, grinning. The dragoness opened her mouth to lie, but decided to keep silent. She knew it would do her no good, as there were several signs that she was showing, such as-

Suddenly she felt the prince nudge his snout across her rump, inhaling deeply. She immediately shifted her body away as best she could, straining against her chains.

"Get away," she hissed.

"Mmmmmm. Your pheromones.... such a wonderfully intoxicating scent." Balasar rumbled a low, pleasured growl deep in his throat and fluttered his head frills in anticipation. "I noticed your musk when I first walked in the chamber... and was immediately taken by the thickness in the air." He began to nudge his snout close in between her thighs, sniffing intently, and she wrenched away her hindquarters as best as she could with her tail attached to the ceiling.

"Get away!" she spoke one more, this time in a more pleading tone than last. Sierra was beginning to recognize that there was little she could do at this point. The realization of what was happening was starting to get to her. She thrashed violently against her chains, causing the metal links to clatter and reverberate loudly against the stone walls.

Her writhing and struggling seemed to snap Balasar out of a trance, and he immediately shook his head a few times, as if to clear his mind. Taking a step back, he looked over his princess, grinning at her bent over posture, and her raised tail, looking ready to be taken.

"Almost done.... except for the head."

Balasar went to the workbench once more and returned with a... some kind of muzzle halter. It was sewn from black leather, crafted into the shape of a dragon's head. It looked designed to be a tight fit. One strap had a wide, thick pad to cover the eyes. That one fact scared Sierra deeply. A metal aspirator, full of tiny holes, covered the mouth and nose area. The design allowed the user to breathe without getting enough oxygen to cough fire. It looked humiliating... designed to break one's will.

"No." the golden dragon shook her head and recoiled. "Don't you dare put that thing on me!"

"This defiance is the very reason I need to put it on you." He laughed. "If you were a smart dragon, princess, you wouldn't even think to bear your flames or bite. But I can't trust you, so on it goes."

"Like hell it will." Sierra growled. She still had her mouth... and even though her chest and forelegs were chained to the floor with nary a foot of leeway, she would fight if she had to.

"Ever the stubborn one, my princess? This is no time for games."

Balasar pounced on her back, holding her down with a snarl. The two dragons wrestled for control of her head, and the prince quickly closed a paw around her neck. Writhing out of his grip, Sierra whipped her neck upwards, giving Balasar a good headbutt that caught him in the chin. She heard the red dragon grunt in pain and wished her sharp horns had caught him instead. Twisting her neck, Sierra then blew a mighty fireball as far back behind her as the dragon could reach. The flames curled and bellowed uselessly against the ceiling, having narrowly missed her target. Quickly she took a deep breath to try again, but suddenly a blackness overtook her as the red dragon fitted the muzzle halter over her head. Sierra writhed and struggled, but he held her head down firmly, pushing her to the ground as he fitted the straps. If only her chest and forepaws weren't chained to the floor! The dragoness yelped as her face smacked against the hard stone. It was only seconds later that the straps were tightened around her head and horns.

Balasar got off his dragon and allowed her to compose herself. Sierra breathed heavily, panting through her muzzle harness. She was unable to see a thing. The utter darkness caused a rush of fear and anxiety to well up inside of her. Sierra cried out, finding that she barely could move her mouth enough to talk still, her voice reverberating against the metal aspirator covering her mouth, sounding echoy and distant. She tried to stay calm, but her mind would not listen. Her breathing rate increased... Losing her vision caused the dragon to panic in spite of herself, now that she could not even see where Balasar was or what he was doing. She craned her neck, hoping to catch a sound or smell of him that could tell her where he was.

"Mmmf!" she cried. Sierra thrashed against her bindings, cursing her current position. In response, she heard the red dragon chuckle. He was behind her. In the enveloping darkness, the dragoness focused on the voice. She could tell his face was directly behind her... very close. The thought sent a shiver up her spine.

"Now then, my dragoness... let us begin."

Sierra tensed up as she felt a snout nuzzle her crotch.... right on her draconic slit. She growled, despite knowing it would do no good to intimidate or threaten. She was helpless to resist. Helpless to fight back. She tried pulling away but a pair of red claws steadied her hips as the snout continued to push and prod against her vent, already sensitive from her body being in heat.

When she felt a tongue gingerly extend and begin to lap at the outside of her slit, Sierra bucked again, trying to get her hips out of the way. But she couldn't do it, no matter how hard she tried... the chain holding her chest down and the thick leather strap lifting her tail high... they would not break no matter how hard she pulled. Balasar's long tongue began to lap steadily across her opening, sending spikes of pleasure down her spine, her body already beginning to betray her mind as it reacted to the stimulation. Already, the prince's snout was becoming smeared with her fluids.

She hated him for this. She hated him with a passion. He was being.... gentle. Being... considerate. Getting her aroused before penetration.. Sierra would have found it much more to her liking if he would have just let him mount her like some simple-minded, lust-filled buffoon. It would have been quick. She would have hated and resisted, and it would have ended with her keeping some semblance of dignity knowing she had been defiant for the entire act. But this? His actions showed the pretense of kindness, as if he was concerned with her pleasure, her desires. Yet, he was the one to have her drugged, kidnapped, and he was the one to bind her against her will!

The Elgathian was a twisted hypocrite.

... And the tongue felt so good... so pleasurable as it swiped against her lips, teasing at her internalized clitoris. She felt it began to engorge and swell. He wasn't doing this for her sake... Balasar was trying to get her to submit to his lust, submit to his passion, to make her complacent to his desires. Sierra knew that, and being in heat, she also knew it would work eventually. Balasar would get her to orgasm. He would get her body to want and lust after his own. There would be no pretending she would have stayed defiant if the red dragon had her in the throes of passion, calling out his name.

And she HATED him for that.

"Mmf" the golden dragon cried out. "Stop it! Just mount me already! Have your way with me and leave!" Sierra writhed and shook her bindings, struggling about uselessly.

"Now... I can't have that, my little princess. I'd feel bad not having you properly lubricated with your own fluids first." Balasar gave a little self-amused snort. She felt his breath on her reptilian crotch.

His red snout returned to the slit between her legs and nosed about.

"Besides...." the red dragon trailed off. "You're fun to tease."

Balasar murmured and gave a pleasured trill as he licked his lips. The dragoness' fluids tasted savory and tangy on his tongue... it was a flavor he enjoyed greatly. He looked at the slit he was playing with, seeing it slick with his saliva. He felt her lips part gently with every pass of his tongue. Her scaly flesh was soft and yielding to his every push, every nudge, and the red dragon could feel her warmth as he teased just inside. Her internal muscles twitched and contracted, out of fear that he would press his snout right against her slit lips and slip right in.

Suddenly his tongue thrust out and Balasar pressed in firmly as he traveled up the furrow of her draconic slit, before teasing at her entrance once more. Sierra shifted with a grunt and she contracted her vent as the muscular organ slowly entered her, trying to deny him access, but his tongue proved to be too strong and he pushed in anyway. She began writhing about and squirmed in her chains, trying in vain to dislodge him, and the red dragon only chuckled.

She could feel her arousal grow as he lapped inside of her, feel her wetness between her legs, and feel the lips of her genital slit moisten and engorge with blood, becoming puffy and swollen in desire. And she hated every minute of it. Sierra began panting in spite of herself, taking pause to growl fruitlessly, feeling the heat between her slit grow with each passing thrust of the red dragon's tongue. Her own hot breath felt arid and stuffy in the tight, leather muzzle harness she was wearing. The all-consuming darkness behind her blindfold was stifling... frightening. The only things she was aware of was her own ragged breathing and the incessant prodding between her legs and inside her vent. Nothing else existed to her. Again the golden dragoness thrashed against the chains, trying desperately to pull her tail down from the ceiling, to hide her feminine parts from the unwelcome stimulation, but no matter how hard she yanked, her tail would not return to her. Balasar's snout was pressed right into her slit, his lips mashed up against hers, and his tongue was prodding, lapping, and licking deep inside of her with every thrust. And just when she began to begrudgingly let herself go...

... he stopped. He stopped and removed his tongue.

Panting hard, Sierra was a mixture of relieved and enraged. She refused to admit that a part of her wanted the red prince to continue. The golden-hued dragon squirmed about in her chains again, growling deeply, desperately wishing she could muster the strength to break these bindings. She cursed him in every language and tongue she knew. The dragoness heard the audible smacking of lips as Balasar eagerly licked his snout clean of the faintly sweet, savory taste of her arousal.

"Mmmm..." the dragon trailed off. "I could do that forever."

Suddenly she felt the red dragon's forepaws on her rump as he began to lift himself up, putting his weight on her back.

"... but I won't. That would be selfish of me," he cackled sarcastically.

"You are a disgusting excuse for a dragon," Sierra whispered, her voice too meek to speak up.

Excitedly, he lept up on her hips, positioning his already-erect cock at her now slick entrance. Sierra took in a deep breath, realizing what was to come. Balasar's forepaws pressed down greedily on her back and he felt him step forward, ready to begin their session...

And suddenly Sierra felt something warm and hard rub up and down the entrance of her slit.

This was it.

Her eyes opened wide.... this really was it: he was going to mate her, implant his seed, and leave her with eggs, all against her will. Some bastardized half-Elgathian dragonkin... she would be shamed by her entire clan for it all. What would her parents say to her? This plan of his seemed like a ridiculous afterthought, a way to justify his actions... the scoundrel just seemed to be interested in defiling her body, and nothing more.

She shook the thought from her head; Sierra didn't want to think about it. What her father and mother thought of her future clutch made no difference to the dragoness: She would hate her own offspring, all the same. Even if Balasar really intended her future clutch to be a symbol of peace and unity, she would see them as nothing but a symbol for hate and loathing.

The princess began to tremble as she felt his horrible shaft slide against her aroused slit, spreading her copious juices on his smooth flesh. She felt the red dragon grunt and shift his weight as he continued to lecherously rub his member up and down the swollen entrance to her vent. In spite of herself, Sierra let out a tiny whimper, inwardly cursing that she had let her weakness begin to show.

Taking in an excited breath, the red dragon ran his paws along her stomach as he poked around on her backside, probing for her soft, reptilian entrance. Finding it, he pushed in slowly. Sierra bucked as she she felt the pressure at her entrance. With a push, suddenly, her slit was spread and the pointed, triangular tip of Balasar's dragonhood had entered her. The red dragon churred quietly to himself as he savored the warm, slick vent that he had just claimed.

Starting slowly, the Elgatian prince began with small, light thrusts, using only his first few inches to penetrate. Sierra writhed in his grasp, yearning desperately to shake off and remove that licentious dragon from her vent. With a growl, Balasar tightened his grip around her waist, pressing in with his claws out of protest to her struggles.

"Don't make this hard on yourself, princess. Just relax and enjoy it," he sneered.

Sierra let out a small whimper, before collecting herself and responding with all the defiance she could muster. "I'd rather you just quickly mate me and leave. Get it over with, Elgathian."

"I told you, princess... there's no satisfaction in that. I want to make sure both of us enjoy our consummation. After all, you are now my mate, and we are making love."

Sierra shuddered at his words. They were horrible... his line of thinking warped and twisted.

"I'll never be your mate." she called out, silently holding back a tear. She was glad he would never see it fall under the blindfold she wore.

And with that, Balasar pressed in firmly, deciding to spread her vent deep with one simple motion. Sierra grunted and writhed as she was completely taken, squeezing her eyes shut so tight she saw bright lights. Balasar grunted as he pressed in ever deeper, savoring her tight walls, until he came to rest his hips against her own, having taken himself to the base. Her snatch felt wonderfully constricting around his cock. The pointed tip of his dragonhood barely tickled her cervix. The heat from her vent was incredible. And there he paused, allowing for her to acclimate herself to the sensation of being spread wide by that massive organ between her legs.

And all Sierra could do was break down in tears.

She felt the red dragon top stroke golden her flanks fondly as he began to slowly take her.

"Shhh, my princess... Shhh. We're doing this for the good of your people, Sierra." The dragoness could not see it, but as he hunched over and laid on top of her, Balasar was grinning manically.

"I hate you," she whispered, sobbing. The red dragon only chuckled as he began to thrust into her.

His movements were slow... sensual, even. Sierra grunted as she began to accommodate herself to the massive dragonhood in her vent, stroking and massaging her inner walls. He seemed intent on taking his time and letting the female underneath accommodate herself to his penetration.

Suddenly, Sierra gasped as Balasar slid a paw between her legs and began to massage her spread slit. Why? Why was he doing this? The golden-hued dragoness squirmed and thrashed in her bindings, wanting him to stop. She didn't want to be pleasured, didn't want to submit to his desires. She just wanted to let him have his way and leave. Sierra writhed in total darkness from her covered eyes, feeling imprisoned by the muzzle guard that covered her face, not even wanting to growl out of fear that he might mistake it as a sign of pleasure.

"Don't fight it, my princess," the red dragon whispered. He laughed softly to himself as he continued to massage her vent, his thick toes rubbing across her exposed clitoris, nestled just inside the apex of her draconic slit. Her vent was tight around the red dragon's shaft, and the prince enjoyed ever subtle movement and texture of her insides, especially when the dragoness tightened and clamped around him out of reflex. Her walls felt incredibly hot on his girth, her silky smooth walls pulling and eveloping his cock on every push. Her copious fluids quickly covered the prince's crotch. The dragoness's body was aching for more, but Sierra's mind was filled with defiance.

Slowly, the red dragon increased his pace. Both hips and paw worked in unison to carry the dragoness to pleasure. She grunted, feeling his claws beginning to get a bit rough as Balasar the kneaded the soft scales around her slit. The rocking, rhythmic sensation felt.... wonderful. But she would never, ever care to admit it. The golden-hued dragoness stifled a moan into a quiet grunt and tried hard to focus, to keep her wits about her. Sierra grunted and bucked against Balasar's forepaw as she was groped by his claws, feeling wonderfuly spread by his pulsing cock. Her clitoris was being stroked and her scaly flanks were massaged roughly with his other paw. Steadily her pleasure built, and the dragoness began pant loudly though her leather muzzle guard. Being in full heat made the dragoness sensitive and quick to arouse... and as her body quickly prepared for climax, she cursed Balasar loudly.

Sierra writhed, bent over with a spreader bar holding her legs wide, her tail chained to the ceiling, and squirmed uselessly against her chains. She was desperately trying to stave off the orgasm welling up inside, unwilling to show the dragon on top how much she was enjoying it, feeling her body betray her thoughts as she seized up from her unwanted climax and her internal muscles clenched the dragonhood spreading her vent wide. Wave upon wave of pleasure washed over her as her vent constricted, pressing down around the shaft deep inside, feeling full of pleasure. She tried her best to stifle a squeal of pleasure into a tiny "Mmmf" as she clenched her jaw and tensed up, slowly becoming unaware of her surroundings. And as her climax churned though her body, Sierra heard a cold, chilling voice as her body is wrecked by the large male thrusting into her vent with powerful strokes.

"That's it, my dragoness... take my length, and enjoy it. It would be cruel of me if I didn't ensure your pleasure as well, but I have no desire for such depravity. Am I not merciful, Sierra?"

The golden-hued dragoness was too busy trying to resist the throes of pleasure to respond. She flailed and writhed in her bindings, breathing loudly. She wanted him to finish, and leave her alone, but the prince was going slow, and taking his time, content on letting the dragoness below him ride out her pleasure.

As her climax wound down, Sierra felt a paw remove its self from her now-sensitive clit and she breathed a sigh of relief. The pounding in her vent did not stop, however. Balasar only sped up, fueled by his own desire. Sierra panted though her muzzle guard, her mind becoming clear once more, now that she was free from the throes of ecstasy. She had enjoyed it... yes. But it had not been a very strong climax: Sierra had been too focused on trying to suppress it. She could not help that his textured and furrowed length pressed all sorts of buttons for the dragon, or how his girth left her wonderfully spread.

And she hated how good it felt.

She hated that the prince of Elgath, a sordid and vile clan of dragons, for all that he did. He was being considerate of her pleasure, his actions and words were comforting, and he spoke of the greater good and a future peace.... Yet, he was the one to bind and rape her, he took obvious pleasure in her distress, and his act of kidnapping and rape was an invitation to war. Sierra could not tell if he was being sadistic double-tongued viper, or just a genuine half-witted fool.

In either case, Balasar certainly lived up to the reputation of his royal family name.

The Elgathian prince bent down to nuzzle Sierra's neck. Churring softly, he praised the princess for her performance. His voice sounded both genuinely comforting and cruelly sarcastic to the golden dragon's ears...

Sierra wanted to fight it. She wanted to resist it. But as Balasar planted his forepaws firmly on her back and began to take her with forceful thrusts, she instead felt control of her body slipping even further. Her muscles were working in tandem with the red dragon; she found herself pushing back into him as he thrust. Her inner walls undulated and massaged his firm dragonhood from the inside. Her copious fluids made each thrust glide in with an enjoyable slick tightening sensation around his shaft. With her vent already sensitive from being in heat, every second became like bliss for the dragoness.

And with her eyes covered, chest and paws chained down, and rear forced high in the air against her will, Sierra let out a low moan of pleasure as she let her last reservations go.

Too caught up in his own arousal to respond verbally, the red dragon on top of her growled loudly in his throat upon hearing his mate succumb to the passion. No other words needed to be said. Balasar was enthralled that she had finally been broken. The dragoness was now his. She was now eager. He hoped that eventually she would shriek his name in passion. Perhaps she would, if he tried hard enough.

Balasar laid on top of the dragon completely, pushing her thick tail out of the way, and groped her golden flanks and belly as he continued to pound the dragoness beneath him. Her vent took his length eagerly, despite him being tight fit, as her copious fluids fueled his entry. The prince savored each and every thrust into her tight passage, feeling her walls hug against his length with an incredible pressure. Sierra's body produced so much lubrication from the dragoness being in heat that her fluids even began to drip to the floor. Small drops of her arousal were cast across the stone ground as her body was rocked by the Elgathian prince's large dragonhood.

Sierra sensed that he was speeding up, and immediately a sense of dread spilled into her stomach, even temporarily clouding her pleasure. At once she was reminded of his goal: to impregnate her and have her carry his young. Being forced to bear the brood of this despicable Elgathian prince was the very last thing that she wanted.

"Stop!" the golden-hued dragon shrieked. "Please, Balasar.... I beg you, don't claim me," she cried out, no longer caring about petty things like dignity and pride in such a desperate moment. The dragoness, blind from her stifling leather muzzle halter, arched her neck and squirmed, both out of pleasure and fear.

"No. You're mine now, Sierra... You will stay here as my mate and bear my children, never to see your king and queen again, unless it is under the pretense of peace."

Sierra opened her eyes wide at his words out of shock, despite still seeing nothing but total darkness. He was serious about this! The princess tried to plead with him more, not even aware as to how helpless her voice sounded. She spoke to him of dignity and honor, hoping to cater to his sense of chivalry, however warped it may be, panting hard from her pleasure, wincing as she felt him get more enthused by the second. She squirmed in mix of rage and utter arousal, thrashing against her bindings uselessly, trying to dip her tail down and protect her used vent out of instinct, only to find her tail held up high, stuck fast in its raised position from the tight leather bindings.

It was too late. There was nothing she could do. Her words fell on deaf ears as Balasar began to tighten his grip on her belly and buried his head in the base of her neck. Sierra thrashed against her bindings, feeling her body beginning to respond again, her own insides welling up and tightening as she feels her second climax from the wonderfully firm shaft massaging her inner walls.

Suddenly, she felt Balasar's shaft throb with pressure. The pointed tip engorged and enlarged, becoming firm with pressure. And with another heavy thrust that bucked Sierra's entire body, she felt the tip of Balasar's dragonhood lift her cervix. His cock was now penetrating directly into her womb. Sierra's eyes bugged out from under her blindfold at the sensation as the red prince's shaft penetrated even deeper.

Balasar came with a mighty roar, unleashing a forceful torrent of semen inside his newly claimed mate. He arched his back and slammed his hips deep against Sierra's own, causing the female to lurch. The golden-hued dragoness shuddered as she felt the massive shaft throb and surge with energy, and a disconcerting pressure began to well up inside of her as the prince spread his seed.

The moment instinctively triggered Sierra's body to unleash her own orgasm, and as the dragoness called out Balasar's name in protest, her voice quickly devolved into a loud moan. She felt wonderfully filled as the red dragon continued spurting his copious seed directly into her egg chamber, coating the insides of her walls and ensuring fertilization of her awaiting clutch of unborn eggs. Sierra bucked back into the dragon, her hips moving automatically, her mind focused only on the pleasure and how she just wanted more. Nothing else existed... just an inky darkness, the weight of a male on her back, and the wonderful tightening sensation of her climax as she was filled with virile dragon seed. Her vaginal walls massaged and undulated, pulling his shaft in deeper, and his fluids along with it, urging his spunk to travel the length of the passageway and into her egg chamber.

The pressure of her insides increased. Her womb felt tight. She almost felt like she was going to fill up. Waves upon waves of pleasure coursed through her body, sending shivers down her spine. Sierra heard the sounds of splattering from behind her... Balasar's dragon spunk was leaking out of her stretched vent. He produced so much that there was nowhere else for his fluids to go. It was no matter to the prince, though... as he had already firmly coated each and every one of the princess' developing eggs. His seed would penetrate. It would fertilize her. That was guaranteed. The golden-hued dragoness once again moaned loudly as Balasar continued to thrust, holding on to her sides tightly, drawing out the last few spurts as best as he could.

And as the red prince tapered off, his shaft oozing the last few drops of spunk deep inside her womb, both dragons relaxed their muscles, panting loudly. Balasar slowly released his grip: he had been digging his claws into Sierra's flanks. She hadn't even noticed the pain until now. The two dragons stayed joined at the hips for several moments, neither wishing to say anything else, with both content to catch their breaths. Sierra felt like she had been filled up with an impossible amount of dragon seed. She huffed loudly, overcome with a mixture of pleasure, horror, and regret.

Balasar nuzzled her back with a churr. "That was.... quite the ride. I am ashamed to admit it has been some time since my last, princess. I have been a tad pent up." He gave a few small humps into her used passage, favoring the slickness and her still tight walls. Sierra did nothing but begrudgingly take it. The dragoness was beside herself with the realization of what had happened.

That was it. She had been forcefully mated. The Elgathian prince had sewed life into her womb. He had climbed on top and dominated her in a show of his own male virility. It was in a way, similar to a beast marking his territory: she had been claimed by him, and there would be proof to show for it. Perhaps not now, but as she becomes gravid, and when her belly begins to swell with the clutch of unborn eggs deep in her womb.... the signs of his mark would be obvious.

Standing up on her back, Balasar pulled out slowly with an audible squelch, and Sierra gasped as a torrent of gushing dragon seed spewed forth from her used vent. No matter how much had come out of her, the dragoness knew there was plenty more that had been sprayed directly inside her womb, where her fertile eggs lay... The thought shattered what last bit of resistance the princess could muster.

The red prince bent down to the golden dragoness' harness-covered head and whispered into her ear. "Your fate has been sealed, Princess... you are now mine." Surprisingly, she then felt a nuzzle across the cheek, through the harness that covered her face. Here he was... being affectionate again, showing gratitude. She automatically felt inclined to return it, but stopped herself. Balasar was no lover... she was completely horrified by this despicable dragon.

With a clank and a clatter, she felt her tail freed from the leather straps on the ceiling. The dragoness let it fall to the ground listlessly. She heard more shuffling around her as Balasar in turned removed the spreader bar from her hind legs, the harness from her chest, and the chains from her forepaws. Sierra's entire body was limp. She lay in silence, focusing on the total darkness around her eyes, too broken to care as Balasar handled her body roughly while he undid her chains.

Finally, with a rush of fresh air, the halter was removed from her face. Sierra breathed in a gulp of cool air with a loud gasp. Her eyes opened wide in the low light of the dungeon, eager to have her vision back. Immediately she saw the inside of the halter was slathered with her spittle and snot all over the metal aspirator, and Sierra felt a fleeting twinge of embarrassment for being so messy. She chided herself on having such a trivial thought compared to what she had just been through.

Sierra was free.... almost. A long length of chain was still connecting her neck to the floor, but at least she had plenty of room to move now. Balasar took a step back and let the princess stretch. Slowly and shakily, the dragoness got up on all four legs again, wincing from her muscles that ached from being bent over for so long. She stared at the red dragon that had just defiled her with an look of smoldering rage. She had been seeded. Her vent ached with a pleasurable soreness. Her backside was coated in spent fluids. She appeared to take this all in stride, holding her head proudly up as she looked the prince in the eye. But inside, Sierra was broken... her mind swallowed up in a cloud of melancholy.

After he finished hanging up the various chains and bindings, the red prince turned to look her captor in the eye. "Tonight I will permit you to send a message to your father, under my supervision." Balasar began. "You will tell the king where you are and that you are safe and unharmed. You will tell him that we do not demand a ransom; we have merely taken his daughter in payment for my brother's death. You will tell him as long as no further actions of aggression are taken upon our people, you will remain unharmed. And you will tell him that if he feels the need to take up arms against us, we will take your life."

Balasar paused, allowing the information to sink in. He stared at the golden-hued dragon that he had just defiled with a sly grin... he always seemed to wear that grin, the princess thought. She despised it.

Sierra gave a hollow, meaningless chuckle. "You... are forcing me to write a letter full of lies?" The princess had tried her best to put on her usual display of arrogance, but the effort fell flat under her defeated posture and tone.

Balasar found her attitude amusing, and smiled. "You are right that there is a lie in those orders. I have no intention of killing you no matter what happens, my princess. Know that. Your eggs are even more valuable to me should your father be foolish enough to choose war over peace. A father and mother fighting to keep their hatchlings safe as they are caught in between warring clans... what better cry for diplomacy could I hope to ask for?"

Sierra raised her brow at his talk. The more and more she listened, the more and more she realized just how serious he was about this plan. This is what she was brought here for? This is what she was raped for? To be used as a pawn in his ridiculous plan? Her body and her womb were nothing but little toys for him to play with? Her life and well-being was just a mere sacrifice. He was a sick, cruel, sadistic bastard. He didn't care what she was being put through... The prince was not the one to go through the rape, or the painful egg laying, or the tending of the clutch, or the rearing of the hatchlings... The more she thought about it, the more incensed she became.

Suddenly, the dragoness sprung up, unable to contain her rage. "You RAPED me!" she sputtered. "Make no effort to hide it, Elgathian, you enjoyed every second of taking me, cruelly enjoying seeing me writhe and squirm. You ordered me to be kidnapped! You had me drugged! And you... you raped me! And for what? Just to satisfy your personal, sadistic enjoyment? To make you feel better about your foolish brother? Oh, forgive me: you had a good reason, how silly of me. You kidnapped and forcefully inseminated an innocent princess so you can play politics with her eggs! You.... you snake! You vile serpent... you're unworthy of your wings!" She spat on the ground. "You talk of peace yet sow the seeds of despair and chaos. You're nothing but a wretched scoundrel of a dragon!"

Balasar sneered. Immediately, he leapt forward and brought his face to the princess's own. His eyes grew dark as he spoke. "You... were necessary, Sierra. Your punishment... was necessary. Your hands are no more innocent than your soldiers. As I recall, it was you who received our messenger so cordially that night of the attack, and promised to deliver the letter revealing my brother's presence and honest intentions to the king post haste. I would have hoped a demure princess might be more understanding given my brother's plight, and so did they. It turns out that was a grave mistake."

Sierra was taken aback. "I had nothing to do with it! My father must have ordered-"

"Your father never saw that letter... something to which you already admitted yourself!"

The princess winced. He knew! He knew all this time!

"But.... how?" She whined. "There were no witnesses... no survivors from the hunting party to pass this information on."

Balasar chuckled. "Every dragon at the camp died, yes... but not everyone was at the camp. Our messenger, Deetrie, had escaped unscathed in the dark of night. After delivering you the letter, he opted for a visit at a nearby tavern for a drink instead of heading back to camp. Your royal guard flew right past him on the way to the slaughter!"

Sierra hung her head in resentment. He knew.

"And how humorous of you to correctly describe my brother's group as a 'hunting party', princess... when earlier you described it to your men as a sortie launched against our border towns, led by an Elgathian prince."

He knew. Of course... Deetrie, that blasted dragon who had drugged her and brought her to this forsaken dungeon... he should not even be alive in the first place. Sierra was too drugged at the time to connect the dots, but it seemed obvious to her now. All this time she was convinced that no one had survived, and that fact had comforted her, as she thought there was no proof of what had transpired. That was the key... Without that proof, it was easy to tell a story of her valiant effort to defend her countries borders against an Elgathian raid. Her father was certainly convinced. But her efforts to hide and deny her guilt had been pointless. He knew. And if he knew... everyone would know eventually. The princess turned away, ashamed and enraged that her treachery had been known from the beginning.

Sierra had been defeated, feeling suddenly like the only dragon in the world. It would be impossible for anyone to pity her now, not anyone in Elgath, nor even in Salaz... not after hearing what she did.

The pair said nothing for several minutes, and Balasar stood in silence, watching over the setting sun through the barred windows of the dungeon. The orange glow cast his upper body in a warm light, making his red scales shine illustriously in the dim stone chamber.

"As I said, I am a dragon of justice and honor. Your punishment was a necessary payment for my brother's death, princess, and my desire for peace still rings true. This plan of mine is merely an effort to kill two birds with one stone. I have taken you as my mate, claimed your eggs as my own, and you will stay in this castle as long as I deem necessary. Your best choice is to play along. The sooner you realize that and become an ally in this endeavor, the more effectively my plan will work. If you don't cooperate.... well, this dungeon will become a familiar place to you."

Swallowing thickly at the resignation of her own fate, Sierra lied down, curling herself into a ball. He was... right. It pained her to admit it, but he was right. She lay there, holding back tears and begun to brood over her current situation. In time, her eggs would show. And in time, she would lay her clutch. The only question was whether she would play along and gain his trust, or refuse to cooperate. If it came to refusing... could she go as far as to sabotage her own unborn brood?

She thought for a minute, realizing she didn't have it in her.

Could her future clutch, a hybrid of royal Elgathian and Salazin blood, really forge an relationship of peace and understanding between kingdoms? Yes. Sierra realized with a begrudging acceptance that... yes, it could. After all, their brood would have blood rights to both thrones... If both sides of the family recognized their offspring, it would be a conflict of interests to continue their feud. An alliance would have to be made, for the sake of the future generation. She didn't want him to be right... but part of her recognized that Balasar's plan was actually possible.

The golden dragoness hung her head in silence, but she stared at the prince with burning eyes. Though it would be difficult for both kingdoms, eventually, talk of peace could follow. Diplomacy talks would require both families to be present. Peace... Sierra realized with a shock that the road to peace might be the only way she could ever see her family again.

As long as she was held captive, it would be in her best interest to pretend to have a willing relationship with the Prince of Elgath, the dragon who raped her. Such a fate made for a cruel punishment. Perhaps this too, was Balasar's intention.

Lifting her head meekly, Sierra cleared her throat. Begrudgingly, she spoke to the prince, addressing him directly. "My king and queen will wish to see me in person to assure themselves that I am fine. To deny them would entice war. No doubt you know this, Balasar. No doubt you also know that you cannot let this happen if I threaten to tell them what transpired here. Likewise, for my sake..." Sierra turned away. "No one must know of my own guilt."

Balasar nodded silently.

"Now, if I agree to co-operate and stand with you willingly, Elgathian... will you hide my involvement of your brother's death, and allow my parents entry into your halls?"

The prince seemed to be amused by her proposition. "To be blunt my princess, this plan could make due with only your eggs. That being said..." He turned to look at his princess in the eye. "If you were to plead my case to your family, you could be of immense help. I would greatly appreciate it."

"I would not be doing this for your sake, Balasar." She hissed. "But since you leave me no other choice... I will do it for the sake of peace."

The red prince turned back to his window and smiled. "That is enough."

THE END

Notes:

~Written for Balasar, who requested basically "feral dragon bondage rape with impregnation". Can't say this is the type of stuff I usually write. but I found pleasure in writing the story out and have to admit it was interesting seeing how different a story can be when it has so many new and unfamiliar themes in it.

~The title "A Dragon of Justice and Honor" is a phrase I want you to think about.... you are supposed to look at Balasar and ask yourself... is he really a just and honorable dragon based on his actions? So what do you think? Hmm...

~Story.... holy shit, story! There was a complicated story in this one! I'm proud of myself for pulling it off. Seriously, especially with the twist ending, which I hope you guys went something like "Oh shit! That little bitch!" when you read it. :P Now go back to earlier dialog... and a few more things will make sense to you.

~Also, I'm proud of myself for doing a bunch of themes I don't enjoy and did not want to write: rape, domination, impregnation, and bondage. Especially rape... I did not want to write these thigns and struggle with how to portray them in a way people will find them enticing. But with the help of a few people I was able to really flesh out the smut and deliver something I think will appeal to those who enjoy those themes. So to the several people who helped me on this (you know who you are), thank you. :P

~Totally put a gladiator reference in there with the line "Am I not merciful?" :P

~Balasar: Yes, he's a sick bastard that enjoyed raping and mentally breaking an innocent (or not so innocent), bound-up female, but he also genuinely believes in the greater good of his actions, treated his captor relatively fairly, and strives to bring about peace through the union of him and the Salazin Princess. An intriguing character with that can be both respected and despised for his actions.

~Sierra: at first portrayed as a defiant, scared victim, we later realize she's not quite the victim we thought her to be. She is conniving, arrogant, defiant, full of prejudice, and all around not a nice dragoness. I loved writing her. :P