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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 45 - Sensitivity Training

_ SPOILER WARNING : If you are new to the story, this chapter contains plot and character development spoilers for the over all story. This is an onging story, and this chapter assumes you know the story and characters_.

Elyon slowly became aware of the morning light filtering in through the doors of the balcony. She stirred sleepily, comfortable and warm. That seemed strangely wrong. Not wrong, but unusual. Her life came flooding back to her, the giant spider that had caught her and fed on her very magic. Her 'rescue' at the hands of those wolves, and the long fuzzy trip before she had been sold to the dragons. Her eyes snapped open, but it wasn't a sticky web or the inside of a sack she saw, but a well furnished bedroom. She started to move, and froze as the big silver-striped and purple pillow she had been resting her head on moved. She realized that she was curled up against the big dragon that was her.... she couldn't bring herself to even think the word slave so she just pushed those thoughts aside for the moment and examined her situation.

She was naked but for her collar and cuffs, having taken off the 'top' that did little to hide her breasts. In fact all it did was push them up and put them on display. It didn't even cover her nipples! Likewise for the lower decoration. It was like a pair of panties made from gold leaf and chain but like the top, it stopped before actually covering up her privates. The dragon was lying on his back, thankfully still asleep. One of his arms was draped over her shoulder and she had one of her legs resting on his as she lay on her side. She blushed as she released her naked breasts were touching the side of the dragon's chest but didn't want to move her body too much and wake him.

He had NOT been here when she had gone to sleep. She couldn't remember him joining her, but clearly had at some point. She knew she should be afraid, even terrified of the dragon next to her. She had heard stories of what dragons did to furries they caught. But after her encounter with that giant spider, and then those horrible wolves selling her she had to admit the purple dragon ranked at least third in her list of things that had done her harm. True, he had talked her into accepting the magical bondage she now wore, and called her his... his slave. It made her shiver to think about that and so she quickly turned her thoughts to the dragon himself.

She had been weak or distracted the few times she had seen him and never got a good chance to look at him. She was fascinated by animals of all kinds, and unlike most unicorns was often interested in seeing other furries as they passed through her village. True, she never wanted to get TOO close.. but was always interested in seeing them just like any other new animal she might come across in her wanderings.

Elyon carefully lifted her head from the dragons chest, turning her gaze to his face and letting out a soft sigh of relief to see him still sleeping. Forgetting about all her troubles she looked over the creature beside her in fascination. The silvery striped on his body actually glinted and sparkled in the light, like bits of metallic flakes were embedded just under the skin. The rest of his body was a smooth, shiny purple. She wasn't used to seeing animals without hair. It looked so strange, all smooth and naked. She looked closely at his snake-like diamond shaped scales and saw they were not actual scales like the small lizards she had examined, but were just markings.

She held her breath and nosed at his chest, her sensitive nose able to feel a slight hint of the lines of the scale pattern. Lifting her head once more she looked over his. His head and face were similar to a unicorns, at least the general size and shape were closer to hers than the shorter snots of a canine or feline. There was no mistaking it for what it was though, the jaws of a predator. She couldn't see his teeth with his lips closed, but his front fangs made visible lumps under his lips and she shivered at the thought of what those could do to soft flesh. His horns were a soft white color, curving back over his skull. Nothing at all like her own golden horn with a very slight backward curve. She shook her head slightly, feeling the weight of the horn decoration she wore. That had not come off when she tried.

Her head turned once more, surveying the large and muscular chest and stomach. She could see all the muscles, watching as they shifted with each of his slow breaths. No fur at all to hide the shapes underneath. Unicorn fur was rather short but it did much to hide surface details. She toyed with the idea of moving her arm which was resting on the dragons chest, but had no good place to move it to. She let her fingers gently stroke a bit of purple dragonhide, surprised at how soft it felt. Not rough or hard at all. Her eyes moved down and saw, no, not looking there, my what big feet. Flushing she stared at his feet. They were like big, long hands. Did it feel like walking on your hands? It seemed to her that such big feet must get in the way, not like her small hooves. Did they ever step on their own toes? The silver markings were on his legs too, thin strips curbing and spiraling her and there, a set on his thighs.

Her curiosity finally overwhelmed her embarrassment and she took a good look at his crotch. His balls were plainly visible, resting on the underside of his tail and just above a bulge and the opening to his sheath. She both wondered what his male part looked like and hoped she never found out. She had not been interested in boys like the other mares. Not to say she liked girls better, she actually preferred the company of colts and stallions as long as they didn't try and kiss her or anything icky like that. Her thoughts led back to her home and she wondered if her mother and the rest of the village were still looking for her. Did they look at all? Maybe they assumed she had left like her father did when she had still been a baby. She was often gone for a week at a time, exploring the deep woods surrounding her small village, sometimes visiting other nearby towns. She didn't really have any friends to miss her, and she had never been close with her mother. She knew now that her magic must have had a part in keeping other distant. She had never really thought much about it, but looking back she was sure that it was her desires to be left alone that caused everyone to go out of their way to ignore her.

Her eye was drawn to movement and she tensed before realizing it was just the tip of the dragons long tail giving a twitch. The motion brought her out of her thoughts of home and back to the dragon she was still laying against. She looked along his tail, wondering what it would be like to have such a huge thing hanging off ones behind. It was nothing like her own tail, or any other furry she had encountered. Some of them LOOKED big but it was all fur. His actually was thick and muscled. Was it uncomfortable to lay on it like that?

"Good morning..." said Talos.

Elyon eeeepd and rolled away from him, grabbing all the sheets that had bunched up and clutching them to her. She let out another small eeep of surprise as the sheets did hardly anything to hide her, being transparent like the fine silks she had seen on some dresses.

Talos rolled onto his side, propping his head up with an arm as he looked at the shy unicorn. It was a bit of a struggle to keep his erection under control. He could do it of course, but was not used to needing to. With his other slave if he felt aroused, he simply fucked her. "You seem to be feeling better this morning" he said as he looked her over. The welts and bruisings on her belly and the underside of her breasts were only faintly visible now and her horn's aura had a brighter glow.

Elyon nodded slowly, "I do feel better." She crunched to the very edge of the bed and gave the dragon a suspicious look as she said, "What are you doing in.. bed?" She had stopped herself just before calling it "my bed". Somehow she knew the dragon wouldn't like that at all.

Talos said, "You cried out in pain last night. I thought you were suffering from your injuries or were hurt... but it was just nightmares. I stayed to calm you."

Elyon ohed softly and lowered her head, remembering the terrible nightmares, and the calm that followed them. So that had been him. She held the mostly useless sheets to her, feeling a little chilly after teh warmth of the dragons body. It had felt nice just laying there under the protection of a strong male. Even if it was a dragon who she still didn't trust. "Thanks..." she finally said and watched the dragon both smile, and slightly grimace at her words.

Talos felt the lack of "Master" at the end of her sentences like nails on a chalkboard. He wouldn't expect an animal to call him Master, but he thought of her as a person and it hurt to see her talk in such a rude manner to a superior. It was even worse since he was the superior she was addressing in such a careless fashion, showing her clear lack of respect and submission. He said, "Now that you are feeling well enough to talk, you need to learn the basics of dragon society. Begin to learn the rules of how to act and speak among dragons and other slaves."

Elyon winced at the word slave. As nice as the dragon had been to her, there was just nothing nice about being a slave. The word made her aware of her situation. Alone and helpless in a dragons cave. Naked except for a collar which somehow made it even worse, and he was naked too! She suddenly wanted to get off the bed and run out of the room, but she wasn't sure she had the strength to stand, and knew the dragon would be angry with her.

Talos said, "You must learn the proper ways of addressing others. There are forms and rules for speaking to superiors, inferiors and your equals. Being a non-dragon slave means you only really need to learn how to speak to a superior. You will not encounter a dragon at your level, let alone below you."

Elyon listened with a mix of trepidation and fear. She wasn't used to having to endure unpleasant conversations or situations. She would always just leave, or people would go away or change the subject. With a shock she suddenly understood that again, her magic must have been affecting those around her, and she was probably doing it RIGHT NOW, but the collar was blocking her powers. She felt helpless at loosing an ability she had never really thought about before, but had unconsciously relied on her entire life.

Talos said, "When you speak to a dragon, and only when spoken to or given an order you will always call them Sir or Ma'am. The only exception is me. I am not Sir, and certainly not Ma'am. To you, I am Master. Do you understand?"

Elyon clutched the sheets to her tighter at the word Master. She have a faint nod.

Talos said, "When asked a question or given an order, you must SAY that you understand. Say 'Yes Master' or 'No Master' when asked a simple question." He paused and said, "Do you understand?"

Elyon licked her dry lips and said in a soft, timid voice, "Yes, Master." The word made a cold shiver run down her spine. It made her situation seem all that much more real to actually say the word. She avoided looking the dragon in his eyes. They had a scary look she had not seen before. Somehow harder, but not cold... more like.. an intensity.

Talos relaxed and smiled, "There... thats so much better. You will do fine... you simply have not grown up knowing such things. You will learn quickly."

Elyon glanced up and relaxed somewhat, seeing the dragon was genuinely happy, no longer looking upset or bothered but like he had been when he had been nursing her back to heath. She wondered about the not speaking without being spoken to, and was about to ask when she stopped, not sure if she was breaking a rule if she spoke.

Talos sighed in pleasure as he saw the unicorn struggling to ask her question. That was more like how a slave should act. A slave who was confused about a situation would never just blurt out a question or ask rationally. No, a slave that knew her place would try and figure out what was wanted of her, and do what would be best for her Master. He said, "You have a question, slave? You may speak."

Elyon flushed at the humiliating way that the dragon had phrased that, but asked her question. "How do I ask to ask a question if I can't speak?" She puzzled over her own sentence before quickly adding, "Master."

Talos said, "For most dragons, you will not need to ask questions. I will be the only dragon you have much interaction with. The answer is you use an expression and body language. Talos lowered his head, raising his eye ridges and looking hopefully at Elyon.

Elyon almost let out a giggle at the expression on the dragon. He looked like a puppy wanting a treat, not like the, well, the big scary dragon that was making her call him Master.

Talos lifted his head continued, "If the need is important, you can add a little whimper. But it is best that you simply remain quiet, silent and still among other dragons and allow your Master to do the talking. In private, like now... I will allow you to ask permission to start a conversation. You may ask, 'May I speak, Master?' if you have something you need to talk about."

Elyon didn't want to meet any other dragons, let alone talk to them. Just having one was quite enough. She heard a soft noise behind her and rolled over, turning her head around just in time for the fox slave to walk right into her, giving the unicorn a noseful of vixen muff. Elyon's eyes opened wide at the sight of the vixen's pussy right there in front of her, and worse, felt it against her nose! She gahhhed and scooted back, bumping right into the dragon but not caring. She couldn't believe she touched another girl down there, and with her nose too! Yuck!

Pet kept her expression blank but inwardly wanted to roll her eyes. She wasn't interested in girls either, but wasn't so squeamish as to run away when she saw one! She wondered if her Master would order the two of them to make out to teach the little horse a lesson. She hoped not, but of course would do it if ordered. Having reached the side of the bed, she knelt down and offered the tray, holding it steady and bowing her head.

"Ahhh, breakfast. Good girl" said Talos and reached over the unicorn girl to grab a slice of steak off a platter and pop it into his mouth, chewing noisily. Furries were so strange in their taboos. If one didn't like one sex or the other that was fine and normal, but to be afraid of it? Silly.

Elyon quickly found something far more disturbing than vixen pussy to focus on, scooting away from the dragon and his mouthful of steak, wincing at the sounds of his chewing. She was like most unicorns and a strict vegetarian, never even having seen anyone eat meat before. It made her stomach feel all weird.

Talos motioned at the platter, "You should eat. Your body needs food after your ordeal."

Elyon eyed the tray, seeing a bowl of various fruits, sitting right next to the small platter of meat slices. "Ugh" was all she was able to say.

Talos had no problem rolling his own eyes at her reaction, but decided she was better off getting food into her than learning how to overcome yet another taboo. "Leave the fruit and take the rest away, pet."

"Yes Master" said the vixen, placing the bowl of fruit on the bed and taking the tray away with her.

Elyon let out a sigh of relief as both sources of her anxiety left the room. She had nothing against girls, but being naked in the same room with another just seemed wrong. She flushed again, realizing the dragon was STILL not dressed, but at least that was only embarrassment, not the icky feeling she got around naked girls. Her hunger returned quickly and she began to select bits of fruits from the bowl, careful not to drip any juices on the bed. Her stomach growled ravenously.

Talos held out a hand, "Give me those sheets."

Elyon whimpered a bit, pausing in her breakfast, but reluctantly handed them over, using an arm to cover her chest. She wasn't happy about giving them up, but was relieved the dragon wanted them. Having him covered would be nice. She let out a dismayed whimper as he simply tossed them onto the floor and she shivered in embarrassment.

Talos shook his head, "This is an issue you need to get over quickly, slave. If you try and hide your body from one of my superiors, they will see it as an insult. They might decide to teach you, or me a lesson." He ordered, "Lie down on your back."

Elyon let out a tiny whinny but did so, knowing she had no choice. She wasn't sure what would happen to her if she disobeyed, but was very sure she didn't want to find out. Would he hurt her? She remembered he had protected her when she had first been brought to the dragons, ordering all those terrible THINGS on her to be burned. The wolves said he should keep them on her to control her, but he had not hesitated in getting them off her, and having the rest of the webs and filth removed too. She kept her arms folded over her chest and her legs closed, for what good it did, she still felt so exposed and embarrassed.

Talos moved to his knees beside her, looking down and said, "Hands at your sides, and open your legs."

Elyon closed her eyes, struggling to obey. Slowly her hands moved down to rest next to her hips, and she spread her thighs, moving her hooves apart."

Talos watched her spread, then stop, her legs hardly parted at all. When he told a female to spread her legs, he expected them as wide as possible. But he had to be patient with this one, so with a soft sigh he accepted her half-hearted attempt as good enough for now.

Elyon felt exposed and vulnerable, and her eyes snapped open with an eeep as something round and soft pressed to her lips. She slumped back in relief when she saw it was only a peach. She glanced to the side, getting a good view of the dragon's fruits hanging in plain sight. She quickly turned her head back to the peach, trying to pretend there wasn't a naked dragon sitting right beside her.

Talos simply said, "Eat."

Elyon opened her mouth and took a bite, mmmmming as she ate. She WAS hungry and didn't need much encouragement, her previous few tastes having only served to whet her appetite.

Talos leaned over to get a good look at the unicorns wounds. Still feeding her with one hand, his other stroked the fur of her belly and midsection, feeling the still red and black colored lumps underneath.

Elyon almost choked, squirming at the dragon's touch. She wanted to protest, but was stopped by her nervousness about what the dragon might say, and the fact he kept her mouth full by feeding her. Her hands lifted, then settled back down as she was examined. It's just another unicorn looking at my injuries. Like when I fell out of that high tree and sprained my leg badly. It's just like that. She swallowed another mouthful, licking her lips. She let out an ahhhhh of surprise as he touched and examined her breasts! They too had been fed on and bitten by those horrible little monster things. Her entire front side was recovering from the prolonged bites and painful feeding. Her breasts were especially sensitive and sore. She couldn't help but try and push his hands away. Those were HERS! No touchy!

Talos let out a soft, but dangerous sounding growl which froze the unicorn in her tracks. He pointed a talon at one of ELyon's hand, pushing it back from him as he tsked and shook his head slowly back and forth. "That is an extremely bad habit. Refusing to follow orders, or worse, trying to stop a dragon by force will get you and me in serious trouble."

Elyon folded her arms over her chest and pouted, not looking at the dragon. Not wanting to get groped is a bad habit? She would show him bad habits! If she wasn't so weak from the poisons and magical draining those nightmarish creatures did to her. Creatures the dragon before her got rid of. She sighed and looked back up at him. "What kind of trouble?" she finally asked.

"I could loose privileges and be fined. Perhaps even punished by the dragon you insulted if he were much higher in rank than I."

Elyon tried to imagine what that would be like, but all that came to mind was a female dragon in an apron scolding the purple dragon and sending him slinking back to his lair without supper. She let out a little giggle at the thought, and then eeeped as her hands were pulled away from her breasts by her wrists and she was pinned down to the bed, her hands over her head as she squirmed. She stopped at a deep growl from the dragon, making her fur stand up from the predatory sound of it. Trembling she looked up into the deadly serious eyes of the purple dragon, looking nothing like the sheepish image she had just imagined and became very, very quiet. She blinked up at him, the tip of his sharp nose nearly touching her rounded, soft muzzle.

Talos said, "This is not a joke, slave. You are not back home. You are not visiting as a guest. You WILL learn to behave yourself, either by trying and cooperating, or by being broken. I do not want to see you hurt. You are valuable to the empire, and to me too."

Elyon was too cowed to even squirm as she stared up at the dragon, nodding slowly at his words. She believed him.

Talos cuffed her wrists together and chained them to the headboard of the bed, then placed his hand firmly on her belly and ran his fingers over the slowly healing bumps and welts. "You need to get used to being examined by dragons. Being touched and looked at. So we are going to get you over your habit of trying to stop me right now."

Elyon whined as her wrists were bound, and shivered at the touch before asking softly, "What... what are you going to do?"

Talos' tail lifted, and snapped out to the side like a whip.

Elyon jumped at the sharp sound, eyes darting to the tail moving beside the bed, then gasped as her muzzle was grabbed and she was forced to look back at the dragon.

Talos said in an even tone, "You will call me Master when speaking to me. Do not continue to forget." He wanted to slap the mare, hard. Knock the lesson into her. A physical blow was a natural and effective way of pointing out something important to another dragon. But furries didn't always react well to such things. Especially not a potential mage. She needed to become confident in her abilities, not withdrawn and meek and with a broken spirit. He wanted her to be able to develop her powers to their full extent. He did not want her to hate and fear him. Well, she needed to fear him a little. It was only natural for prey to fear a predator, and anything else would go against nature and end badly. She was no dragon and would never be his equal, but he liked what he saw in her, and would do his best to make her his companion as well as his student and of course, his slave.

Elyon whispered out, "I forgot, Master." Spending her life fascinated by animals, and able to observe them closely had given her the ability to see those aspects among others of her own kind, and furries in general. Dragons were no different. She could see the dragon wasn't playing or acting. She could see the danger in him, the savagery he repressed, the cocky attitude she saw in pack leaders of growling wolves and other predatory animals she had observed. Her eyes widened slightly at a sudden thought. She had been treating Talos like another furry, like a funny looking unicorn. But he wasn't a unicorn. He wasn't even a furry. His instincts were much more powerful and while not in control of him, they must come close. She needed to treat him like the dangerous animals she had studied in the wild. She had never been truly afraid of them, but had respected their dangers.

She remembered stumbling into a group of feral feline kittens. They were so cute and she wanted to pick them all up and pet them. But their mother was there and nearly attacked her, even with her mental abilities trying to calm and soothe her. She had backed away calmly and slowly and had left them alone, not attempting to sneak back for a look to to charm herself into petting the cute kittens. She knew the mother's instincts would be fighting her every step of the way and it was simply the wrong thing to do to try and force the issue. Maybe if she had been in full control of her new abilities she could do it, but back then she was hardly aware of them at all.

Elyon looked into the eyes of the dragon and saw them for what they were, they eyes of a wild animal. There was intelligence in there too, this was no dumb beast. But she needed to think of him as an animal first, and a person second. A furry pinning her down and touching her... that was very wrong and she could never just lie there and accept it. But an animal sniffing at her and bumping into her never bothered her before. If you wanted to interact with a strange animal you needed to learn how to talk to it. Body language was important, even more so than sounds in many animals. She found herself relaxing at the idea of dragons as just some new and interesting creature she had discovered. Shifting her mindset made her see him in a new light, and immediately realized how she was presenting herself completely wrong. She dropped her eyes and relaxed. Like when she had gotten close to that bear when she was younger, making sure it didn't' see her as a threat.

Talos pulled his head back as he saw the unicorn go through a serious of expressions, ending with her relaxing into a pose of submission. He wasn't sure what was going on in her mind, but whatever it was, he approved. He slid his hands back to her furry tits once more, pressing and running his fingers over the welts and wounds, both making sure they were healing, and forcing the mare to get used to being touched and examined.

Elyon squirmed against her will at the touch to her breasts. Thinking of the dragon as an animal to study and learn it's ways was one thing, but nothing could really eliminate the embarrassment of having her breasts touched and poked at by a male! She couldn't help squirming a bit and flushing in shame and shyness, but she stopped herself from protesting to trying to turn away and let him do it.

Talos let out a gentle hiss of encouragement, "Thats a good girl... see, I'm not hurting you? You don't have to be afraid of my claws. I'm just making sure you are healing."

Elyon arched her back and let out an eeeeep as her nipples were gently tweaked, and she didn't think THAT was part of any proper examination! She eyed her nipples as they stiffened up, wondering if maybe it was some test of reflex after all. Maybe it had something to do with foals and milk. She let out a soft scream as fingers brushed down along her sides and under her arms. "Ahhhhhh! Tickles!!! Stop!!!" she yelled, slumping back down in relief as the fingers paused. Her newly awakened instincts warned her of the sudden change in the dragons expression and she caught her mistake. "Master! Please... stop I mean? Master?"

Talos let out a soft chuckle. He was trying to teach her to get used to his touch, and tickling her into a state of exhausted panic wasn't going to do any good. He moved his hands up her arms instead, reflecting on her much improved attitude. She had forgotten to call him Master, but had remembered before he had needed to correct her. He smiled in pleasure, feeling that dragon satisfaction at seeing submission shown by one weaker and under him, and pleased that he was not being forced to take a harsher hand to her. "Roll over" he ordered.

Elyon shifted, but it was hard to do with her hands bound above her head. But the dragon helped, even of his hands lifted and pushed her in places she would prefer not to be touched. It felt nice to have her naked breasts hidden under her, even if it was uncomfortable due to her injuries. But her butt was not sticking up and she tucked her tail down and closed her legs together in new embarrassment. She stiffened as dragon hands closed around the base of her neck just under the edge of her collar, and then let out a soft whinny as the fingers pressed and massaged sore and neglected muscles. Her long stay in the confined space in the wagon, all bound up and unable to move had left her with some extremely sore muscles and cramps. Her horn would have healed those soon enough, but it was still recovering. The fingers felt rough and too firm at firsh and she arched, trying to reas the preassure, but when the fingers continued their work her cramped and abused muscles began to relax and glow with a pleasant warmth.

Talos could hardly fail to notice the whinney of pleasure as he rubbed at her neck. Well then, he could certainly use this. Get her used to his touch and maybe even get her to like it. He began to work his fingers along her shoulders, expertly kneading and massaging the sore muscles. He used a very light touche, she was no dragoness and was far too delicate for his usual roughness. Furries didn't LIKE it rough in general either, so he kept an eye on her as he worked, adjusting the force to keep the massage effective and not harmful or too painful.

Elyon melted into the bed, groaning as her spine slowly relaxed. Oooh... it felt so GOOD. Not just because of her painful craps and muscles, but the feel of it somehow was so very right. She let out little ows as a particularly sore group of muscles was worked on, or when the dragon pressed too hard, but he seemed to know just what to do and she soon felt herself relaxing more and more. She tilted a hoof upward as the dragon's fingers worked down her leg, releasing the tension in the long abused muscles there, working all the way down to her ankle. She stretched as the fingers moved to her other leg, working their way upward, feeling the enjoyable heat being worked deeply into her thigh. She had never had a massage before, having little interest in being touched. And what she wasn't interested in, people tended to simply not do. If she had known this was what a backrub could feel like maybe she would have let someone give her one. Maybe. She knew she didn't have a choice now, so just relaxed and let the dragon work her over.

Talos murrred in satisfaction, enjoying feeling the warm fur under his fingers, exploring and kneading the flesh of the unicorn. He went easy on her, making sure not to rub too hard. With his strength he could easily cause more harm than good, if not outright bruse and injure the little thing. He worked for a while, enjoying having his hands on her and hearing her noises and little moans of pleasure. The view of her near-perfect rump was not bad either, and lucky for him her head was turned away and he had no need to hide his now massive erection. It was nice to not have to control THAT reflex around her. He would have to get her used to seeing that part of him, but knew that it wasn't quite time. It was however, time to show her that there were no limits to where she could be touched or examined.

Floating in a haze of pleasure, Elyon mmmmed and hardly noticed when her legs were spread, even helping by parting her thighs, eager for more of the amazing rubbing. The hand that slid between her legs WAY too high finally snapped her out of her pleasure-coma and she eeeped out loud. "Uhhhh..." she said and tried to close her legs, but a firm hand against her thigh held one leg in place and his tail curled around the ankle of the other. Her tail tucked down tight against her butt and pressed between her legs, all she could do to protect herself.

Talos said, "Be a good girl and don't fight your Master."

Elyon wanted to jump right out of the bed, and maybe even slap the dragon for good measure. Nobody had ever touched her when she didn't want to be, especially in places so close to her privates. Unfortunatly, her hands were cuffed and even if they were not she knew that would end badly. Elyon instead tried to picture him as a scaly reptile just interested in checking out a new furry friend. Like a dog sniffing you in funny places. That made it easier to just lie there. Until his fingers brushed her sex and she could no longer pretend it was just an animal. Nobody ever touched her there before and she did NOT like it! Chewing on her lip she braced herself and forced her legs to stay spread as she squirmed and let out soft noises of protest as dragon digits slid under her tail and her nethers were fingered and touched. Her whole body arched and trembled at the invasive touches as she fought the urge to escape the dragon's fingers. It was as hard as staying still while a deadly snake hissed and lunged at your ankle.

Talos was happy to see no signs of bites or bruising between her legs as he examined her. He had talked to an expert on magical creatures who said that magleeches usually stick their eggs in an egg sack against to their victim, the cocoon holding it in place. In some cases, they would implant their eggs withing the womb of their victim. Elyon was lucky to have escaped that fate. With her weakened healing powers it might not have been possible to remove them without killing her, and feeding on her from the inside might have destroyed her mind completely before she even reached any dragons that could try and help. He pondered telling her how lucky she was, but decided against it. Eventually she would have to accept something else scary going in there, and there was no point in getting her all worked up and protective of her sex.

He stroked her sex with gentle caresses that this time had nothing at all to do with examining her. Licking his lips he forced himself to stop and patted the unicorn on her ass, leaving his hand there. "Now... that wasn't so bad, was it slave?"

Elyon didn't like being called slave... but tried to think of it like a grunt or meaningless noise that animals made. Just his way of referring to her like an alpha wolf barking at another. Except for being touched in her privates it DID feel good. She nodded, "No... SOME of it felt good, Master." She had to admit that much, even if she did not like the ending placement of his hand and fingers at ALL. Her tail twitched as she felt that heavy hand on her ass, feeling embarrassed and shy, but the weight and power behind it felt oddly comforting. Like a big guard dog resting a paw on her protectively. She pretended that was the case and felt better about the hand. She let out a sudden yawn and discovered she was exhausted.

Talos gave the unicorn butt a squeeze. Her body hardly moved under his hand and he could see she was tired, most of her energy going to healing her long abused body and horn. "Rest... you need to recover your strength. We have much training to do."

Elyon murmered and didn't argue. Magic training.. that would be good. That WAS what he meant by training, wasn't it? Sleep sounded like a good idea to her as well. She gave a little wriggle as her rear was squeezed, then settled down to imagine some big feral dog watching over her, forgetting about what exatly 'training' the dragon had meant. She drifted off to sleep, her dreams for once untroubled by visions of monsters feeding on her horn and tiny things crawling over and biting her.

Talos waited for the unicorn to fall into a deep sleep before he withdrew and pulled the nearly transparent but warm sheet over her. He had to smirk as the sheet hid very little of her body. He was horny as hell and for a few moments wondered if he could just fuck her without waking her. He shook his head with a rueful expression. She really DID get him worked up if he was thinking such things. It was going to take a LOT of sex training before she could even fit his cock in that little sex of her. Doing it now would wake her up from a coma. He didn't quite trust himself not to hump her in his sleep. His cock wanted pussy and wanted it now. He turned his head to the entrance to his den where his vixen slave waited. He normally didn't take her often, his time spent in his studies and meditations and practicing. This unicorn was a bad influence on him, getting him all hot and bothered like this. He chuckled. In time she would help him get off, not just get him hot. For now he would just have to pay a visit to his vixen. A good hard fuck would do the trick. Or maybe two. Or three....