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Jathos, Lord of the Sea, Emperor of the Shores, King of the Ularian provinces and people stretched out languidly within a hall of polished marble. The titles he had granted himself graced his form as sweetly as his scales overlapped his body and locked together to form dazzling patterns. He yawned his jaws and flexed his ear fins out so that he could feel the spines sliding out slowly before he snapped them shut again. He glanced down at his coiled form with smug appreciation for the brilliant interlocking colors that were created along his spine and the great finned ridges that rose up and down along his back. He was terrible and glorious to behold. A creature to be worshiped and feared by all that saw him. He licked his lips and felt his long tongue tease against his teeth testing their sharpness one by one. It was truly a form that was worthy of him unlike the damned dracine body he had been locked into years ago.

It had taken years for him to build up a modest sized army, but those years had been well spent as he had regained his human mind and cunning. Who knew it would be so hard to remember what it was to be a man? He had been unable to truly recall the events of his childhood despite the reawaking of who he was. He could recall his rage at how he had been entrapped, but for younger times he felt lost. He only knew that he was not going to serve Fate again. He had walked through the world as a pawn and been content to allow changes to happen around and because of him. Now he was the one that would dictate the changes! He would be the one to rise up in glory until he united each country he overtook beneath his banner. They would learn to fear him and serve him! If they were wise they'd come to his banner, but they were still balking at how he had risen to power. The fact he spent nearly all his time in an animal's guise seemed to revolt as well as intrigue them.

He could easily return to being human, but the small weak skinned creature seemed to pale in comparison to what he was now! A great sea serpent. It was a form that he savored for its power, ferocity, venom and most of all for the people that came to worship it. Who knew that so many people would fall prey to the simple guise of a creature of legend? He had come to this place with his army and had intended to slaughter them all until he saw their insignias and shields boldly proclaiming their obscure worship of a creature of the sea. It had almost been ridiculously easy to take on the form that they depicted and rise up from the depths to demand their allegiance. And how they had given it to him! They had gaped at him with all the innocence of children and dropped their weapons. When he'd turned back into a man they had only become more entranced with his powers and made no contentions when he announced he would guide them into a new age.

"Holy one." The voice was soft and trembling disturbing his remembered glory of the people bowing to him. He opened one emerald eye to see a man ponderously lowering himself to the ground.

"What is it?" He yawned and his tongue flickered out just long enough that a bright green drop of venom welled out. The man backed away rapidly with his eyes wide as the poison dropped down onto the pillows next to him.

"We have received word that there is an armada of ships approaching us. They fly the banner of the Riathans." The older man looked down and away as Jathos regarded him. Priests. He had far too many priests. They served him well enough, but they were not military minded men in the least bit. What he needed to gather were those that could plan and execute battles.

"Riathia, they are a naval power...." He trailed off thoughtfully and flicked his tongue in and out. He'd modified his form to allow speech, though his voice came out slightly hissing and strange as his tongue twisted to form each word. "I think we should offer them the chance for a treaty."

"Most Holy..." The man trailed off and then drew a breath. "They will die to the last man rather than accept defeat from a lesser power. They are proud men."

"Then they will not be defeated by a lesser power." Jathos flicked his ear fins up so that the spines rose up behind his head creating a mane. "Am I lesser? Do you doubt me, little human?"

"No, Most Holy!" The man's face paled and the shape shifter had to stifle a dark chuckle. A few men coated in venom who had died writhing upon the ground had ensured that they feared him as much as they respected him. "I would never presume to know your will and if you would go to battle."

"I will take these Riathans and they will join our people." The serpent uncoiled himself slowly so that the long broad length of his body spilled off the pillows. The short powerful legs settled down as he arched his back up and stood. "You will prepare a victory feast for me. And a woman. A new one. The last was not all that you boasted of and I tire of her. You may give her to the soldiers. "

"Your preference, Most Holy One?" The priest bowed to his deity as Jathos padded his way towards the broad open double doors and thought about it.

"Young and fresh. I desire a virgin to celebrate with." He hissed out as he felt his hearts pounding faster in his chest. "I want to break her upon my shaft as I dine on fresh red meat. The Riathans will need to see what power they would join themselves too."

He turned from the great hall without waiting for an answer. He felt his throat pulse and the flesh turned a deeper blue in anticipation of a young virginal woman. Ever since he had regained his mind again he had lusted for the touch of soft flesh against his own. At first he had slaked it as a man and then he had found the glory of this larger form. Willing or not he captured them in his coils and took pleasure in ravaging them at great feasts while his priests attended to him. When he tired of them he'd give them to the warriors to use as they would if they happened to survive. He let out a deep rumble as he pushed the final door open and slid into the cool water so that it rushed over his heated throat pouch. His mind wasn't on war but the insatiable lust he would indulge in when he returned. He hoped they found a dark skinned one next; he loved to way they bruised when his coils clutched at them. Perhaps these men from Riatha would have new exotic females for him to sample.

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Lathera hated the feel of the cold stone against her side, but it was the nearest thing she could get to that she could try to build up body heat with. It was damp and dark, with the smells of other dracine around her spreading through her nostrils. Although she knew that she could see some measure of sunlight, she had lost count of how long she had been here. In fact, she was shocked to find out that she had problems counting at all. When she'd first tried to figure out how many days it had taken to get here she'd realized with horror that after she passed three she couldn't remember the numbers well. She had tried to remember the way that the numbers fell into order, but she couldn't. Instead she blanked entirely. Try as she might she couldn't recall how to count and she felt stung by the loss that she felt.

It wasn't simply the fact she had lost a memory, but she had lost a part of herself. A part of being human. She had once been able to count and now all she could do was count the number of times the sun rose until she reached three and then count the number of times the sun rose three times. And once she reached that she faltered and couldn't remember any more. The night after she had given up trying to count she'd watched the sluice spill down the thick slurry of organ meat, ground bone and blood and refused it. Depression weighed on her thoughts until even her empty stomach refused to prompt her to eat what was offered to her. That had been two days ago, though she was no longer sure. She spent most of her time asleep and ignored each time she heard the sickening slop splashed down into the rock trough. The scent of it rotting helped her to avoid temptation. Perhaps she'd simply waste away down here in this pit.

"Right, move that. C'mon..." The voice echoed down from the opening of her pit and she opened one eye to see shadows blocking out the light.

"I got it, damn old man, help me at least!" The words were snarled out before she heard the scraping of metal as the grate was pulled to the side. "PUT YOUR BACK IN IT!"

"I need to hold the catch-pole so shut your damn mouth." The older man barked at the younger and she sagged her eyes shut. Maybe if she ignored them. "Damn see her spine, she's not eating."

"Hunter said they had to pull her eggs from her. Probably put her off her feed." The voices echoed down to her as she heard a scrape against the stone wall. "Okay, keep me held. We'll have to set her to rights before she goes into season."

Lathera twitched her scales before suddenly something bumped against her muzzle. She snarled and jerked her head up. Instinctively she darted her head towards the offender in the hopes of feeling soft flesh being caught between her teeth. Instead rope slid over her head and behind her neck before she jerked back in an attempt to escape. The yells above her told her she pulled at whoever had the other end of the stick, but it also contracted the noose until it bit cruelly down against her throat. She moved her paws up to scrape at the metal pole to try and loosen it when it was pulled upwards. Her neck extended high into the air as the force pulled her up until her front legs were lifting from the floor. She let out frantic snarls and snaps as the vicious hold bit down until she gaped her jaws in an attempt to suck in a breath.

The men above her pulled as she felt her hind legs lifting the ground and her entire body hitting against the stone wall. Her scales scraped as her eyes bulged and she gaped her jaws open wider trying to suck in a breath. The noose refused to allow her to have even a whisper of air filter through her muzzle. She wheezed and tried to whimper out as her body slammed against the side of the wall before her head was pulled up and over the edge of the pit. She scrambled wildly with her claws against the rock when something clicked against the collar that had been secured around her throat. When the noose relaxed it was all she could do to push herself up onto her feet and drop her head down to her paws. She wheezed and sucked in lungfuls of air while her tongue lolled out from her spread muzzle. Her neck ached horribly.

"C'mon, girl." The collar on her neck was suddenly tugged and she snapped her eyes open to see a middle aged man dressed like a groom holding the end of a long metal pole. She twisted her lips out in a snarl and lunged for him feeling the collar suddenly draw tight around her neck forcing her to come up short.

"Fiery for a starving beast." A younger man grinned at her. "Better get her into the room to feed her before she takes off your hand, Nate. Damn shame they killed Bellah, she was a sweet heart."

"That woman is killing off fine beasts." The middle aged man deftly pushed at the metal pole forcing Lathera to walk forward in front of him. "Damn stupid idea too. She never had a chance against that monster."

"Heh, yeah, but you try telling her that! The gryphon she has is a brute! I heard he snapped her spine trying to mount her." The young man trailed behind as Nat gave her a firm push.

"Shut your mouth; go take care of that monster of yours." Nat snarled out and she could almost feel the pole vibrating as his hands shook. "You'll be lucky if she's alive tomorrow and if you let her die with eggs you'll see the lash."

The younger man stopped trying to get a rise out of the older and she heard the scuff of his feet as he walked away. Lathera's mind reeled with what she had heard and tried to process it. A gryphon? Here? Those creatures were mythological. And what were they doing trying to have them mount a dracine? What the hell sort of place has she landed in? As the man pushed her down the hall she heard the soft sound of talons against the ground and tried the twist around. Her entire body rolled nearly falling down as she found herself staring at a cage. A great golden head was shoved up against the bars and the jaws were parted before a soft hiss escaped the jaws. The feathers were roused up before the beast lunged forward and screeched out as it tried to reach her. The animal's eyes pinned down as she watched a pair of wings raise up over the leonine back.

"Oh my goddess....a gryphon.." She thought to herself as she could do nothing but try and make herself small as the enraged eyes stared at her. Where was she?!

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Sean rubbed his face with his hands and tried to work the soap over the last of the grime that had been coated on him along with the sweat. It stung a few cuts he hadn't realized he had and the water smelled sickeningly of lavender. He hadn't even had the strength to keep himself awake long enough to shower when he'd gone to bed. When he'd woken up he could not only smell the clean sheets, but also the scent of his own filth. He remembered enough of his manners to drag himself from the comfortable bed to seek out a way to freshen up. He'd glanced at the bell that might summon servants, but instead went to the basin to clean himself. The entire night he'd spent locked in strange dreams that had haunted him. His agreement with the lady had proved to be far harder then he'd anticipated. Especially given his duties over a group of male dracine who had never known an ounce of training.

It didn't help that every night his dreams were dark and twisted. He went to bed each night and each time he rose he didn't feel any more rested then when he'd gone to bed. He'd fallen in his bed each night, but as soon as he slipped into dreams he felt himself suffocating and the sense of something looming and watching. It made waking up painfully slow as his mind refused to leave his dreams behind. Even as he felt the splash of water on his face didn't wake him up immediately as he felt as if he were being watched. This place unsettled him and the touch of wild madness in the pits the dracine were kept in made him feel sick. Their emotions leaked over his mind while he worked with him, but they weren't nearly as distinct as the female he had been caged with. His thoughts often slid towards her, but he'd yet to see any of the females here. He had a vain hope that they were kept in better conditions in an attempt to soothe his own feelings of guilt. From the time he'd agreed to work for Tintalia he'd felt a low level sense of dread.

"It might have been better to be burned.." He growled to himself and stood up until his back cracked slightly. His arms were welted red by the swipes one of the creatures had given him. He glanced at the softness of the bed and for a moment hovered with the thought of retreating into it. The thought was swiftly lost when there was a tap on the door.

"Ah good you're up! Fabulous!" Rogeth walked in with a grin on his face that looked as if there nothing more pleasurable then seeing Sean awake.

"I suppose." He kept his voice somewhat civil. He still hadn't forgiven the man for how he'd left him trapped in the cage. And he definitely didn't trust him. His position in the household seemed a nebulous one at best.

"You'll be happy to know that you won't be working with the drakes today." The golden haired man leaned against one of the doors with his smile still in place. "My Lady only wished to see what you thought of them and would like to hear your advisement."

"Let them go. They're too old to learn any real training and one of them will kill someone one day." He flicked his damp fingers against the edge of the bowl. "They'll do damage if they get out without any sort of training."

"So you don't think an older animal can be trained?" Rogeth's head tilted to one side. There was a strange gleam in his eyes that made Sean feel a moment of uneasiness.

"They can be trained, but not in that hell hole you've given to them as a stable. Better conditions, water, and food and exercise before I'd try to train them." He stepped closer to the door and gave a roll of one shoulder. "The hardest part of training any creature is getting it to trust. The ones you've locked up there will never trust anyone while they're treated that way."

"Then you believe that you can work with an animal that's been given better conditions and treatment?" There was a lilt to the man's voice that made it a question, but the tone made him uneasy. He gave a short nod of his head.

"I suppose so, I can't promise miracles, but I can make them at least able to be led about." He picked up a clean shirt and frowned down at it. "Is this all your Mistress wants of me? To advise her on the treatment of these animals?"

"That's for her to say." Rogeth gave a slight tip of his head. "When you're ready come meet me in front of the stables. There's an animal that needs worked with that has caused us no end of grief. He's well treated, but still wild enough that he causes damage to those who cross his path. A pity really, he's quite lovely to look at and his potential is enormous."

"What sort of creature? Another dracine?" He pulled the clean shirt up and over his head. He didn't feel clean, but he could get a bath later after he'd assessed whatever it was they wanted him to assess.

"No, actually. You'll see." The words were spoken over his shoulder as the man walked out of the room with the sound of his boot heels clicking against the ground. Sean moved his hand up to rub his eyes roughly to clear them.

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Lathera had never realized how cruel and effective a simple pole could be. The collar around her neck dug in and the point of the pole shoved hard against her scales as she was forced into a room where beams of filtered light came from high up on the windows. She squinted her eyes slightly as the pole shoved forward again and she let out a soft hiss. The pole pushed and guided her deeper into her room as she felt her claws scrape against something smooth and polished. She tried to dig them down, but she couldn't find purchase on them. Even as she locked her legs in place her handler just shoved her forward until her side hit the wall making her let out a rush of breath. She turned her head as much as she could against the bite of the collar. The light that filtered from the windows illuminated a perfectly round room that held only herself and the man who pushed her head up higher and higher against the wall.

She tried to tug her head down only to feel the pole pushing her up higher until it started to snug against the underside of her neck and compress her airway. She wheezed and thrashed before bringing up a paw to curl her claws against the metal of the pole. She heard and felt them screeching over it before the collar twisted around her neck. The force of the pole shifted to the back of her neck before she felt something click into place. The pole drew away and she tried to lunge forward only to feel herself trapped against the wall. A glance around the room showed multiple rings around the room with a small opening at the top to allow a collar ring to slip through. She twisted her head to one side until her cheek pressed against stone in an attempt to see the way it held her. Her front paws barely touched the ground as the pressure continued against her throat.

"Ahhh now, pretty girl, you don't need to be fussing like that." The voice was higher pitched as the man came closer towards her. "Just behave and we'll have you set all to rights here in a few moments."

She rolled her eyes back to stare at him with her slitted nostrils flaring open wide. Her breathing was still slightly labored, but she could draw it in. Something hard and thick hit against her paws making her jerk. The material wrapped around her limbs and pulled them together until she was balanced with them lined up and pressed against one another. The position was awkward and effectively removed her ability to swipe out with a paw. The helpless sensation made her snap her tail roughly back and forth and dribble out a hiss at her captor trying to warn him away. Instinctive terror welled up inside of her as she was unable to use claws or teeth to attack the man. He didn't seem to notice or even react to her attempts to warn him away as he drew in closer. She stared at him as he moved a hand up and brushed it against the top of her head making her flinch. Even as she did it she realized how animalistic a reaction it was to flinch away from an alien touch.

"There now, easy now," The handler crooned softly before another touch brushed the very tip of her muzzle.

Without thinking she opened her jaws and bit into whatever it was. She expected him to scream and feel her teeth shred through soft skin, but instead they sank into something hard and metallic. The moment her jaws wrapped around it, it was pushed into her muzzle forcing it open wider as she lashed her tongue back and forth in protest. The edges of the bit pressed in against the interior of her jaws as she wheezed out a breath and felt chains brushing against her cheek as Nat slid them towards her collar. The soft clinks of metal links fastening to the rings made her flinch and squirm in place. The metal made her jaws ache uncomfortably while something in the middle of the bit pushed up against the roof of her mouth and over the arch of her tongue. Her breath came loud in her own ears before the handler let her go and reached up over her head.

"Good girl, sweet girl." His voice held a sing-song tone to it that flooded Lathera with outraged embarrassment. "There now, calm down. Caaaaalm down. This won't be so bad..."

Nat's words came in a flow of meaningless soft words as a flexible tube pressed over her tongue and started to slide into her muzzle. It nudged against the bit shifting it against the corners of her muzzle before sliding through the bump. She could feel it brushing against the back of her throat until she choked. The man didn't hesitate as he pushed and she felt the tube being shoved down her throat itself as it contracted and she let out a few gags. The sensation was unnerving and terrifying as it forced its way past her protesting muscles and made her swallow rapidly around it. She tried to claw at her muzzle as she gagged harder around d it and felt her stomach contracting up in the violent efforts to dislodge it. The entire time she could hear the meaningless comforting sounds of the man driving the tube down until she felt it pushing down the length of her neck and hanging from the forced opening of her muzzle.

Lathera felt the drool forming along the corners of her lips and then spilling down as her mouth automatically tried to lubricate itself. Her breathing came out in rasps as she heard the man step back away from her and the metal scrape of a bucket nearby. She tried to cross her eyes to stare at the bridge of her muzzle, but couldn't make out more than the pale edge of something curving down and out of sight. As soon as the man walked back she saw much more. He gripped the end and pulled it up. The tube ended in a broad funnel and about a foot lay outside of her jaws as he lifted it up above her head. She twitched her tongue slightly in reaction to the movement only to feel another slow drop of drool run down along the underside of her jaw. That's when she caught scent of something coppery and meat scented. Despite herself her stomach snarled in hungry eagerness as she noticed the pail in Nat's other hand.

"Steady girl...steady.." The voice was soft, but it seemed to lose its meaning as she looked at the pail and the possibilities that waited for her there.

She wasn't prepared for what he did though. He lifted the pale and tipped it over to see a thin slurry of blood and organ meat sliding over the edge and splashing into the funnels top. The red wash of liquid flowed downwards along the tube before disappearing into her muzzle itself. Nat held his hand up and righted the bucket as he watched it disappearing along the tube. Her head jerked back against the collar as she felt something cold spread through her stomach before muffling a cry of protest. The sensation increased as the red liquid started to drop further along the tube. Once it was nearly to her muzzle he tipped the bucket over to refill it again. Horror and disgust warred with each other as Lathera realized that he was force feeding her so that she couldn't starve to death. The same practice that farmers had often used on willful young animals or sick ones.

There wasn't anything she could do. She tried to pull harder at the collar, but it bit cruelly against her neck refusing to allow her enough force to break. The bonds on her forelegs made her hold them both down or risk lifting them up only to have the collar cut off her breath. The cold sensation filled her stomach as it spread outwards. Each drool of the slurry mixture filled her achingly empty stomach as it greedily drew what nutrition it could from it. As he poured faster she found another horrible side effect as too much went in at once and suddenly she had to work her jaws when she felt the wet blood rolling up to splash against the back of her throat. She swallowed around it rapidly as she tried to force the mixture down along the tube. After several moments she simply closed her eyes and fought of the desire to cry or attempt to drown herself in the foul mixture. This was not what she expected her life to turn out as. Not at all.

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The great hall's doors were spread open to the cool night air that brought with it the rich scents of the sea that were partially masked by the thick incense Jathos' priests burned at each torch. The incense itself helped cover his own heavy musk as he looked out over the men that gathered at tables that had been laid out before his chosen throne. The Riathan's glanced at him with fear mingled with awe that he approved of. The fear was well called for given his destruction of two of their boats. He had made sure they had witnessed the blows of his tail as something that seemed to expend little of his energy. The casual show of destruction and death had convinced them to surrender in exchange for not only his promise of their lives, but of wealth and victory in the future. Greed. Greed was ever the way into any man or woman's heart. Excite them with the prospect of gold and they would gratefully wear his proverbial collar and serve him.

He shifted and deliberately showed off the color of his scales in the flickering torch light as he twisted his body more firmly around his writhing prize. There had been several female's in their party and one that had caught his eye. A slender tall woman with a spill of magnificent mahogany hair. The mere scent of her had filled him with a pang of lust and desire, nearly making him lose his train of thought as he bargained. He'd told them that he would have her as a peace offering and symbol of their willingness to serve him. The woman hadn't been willing as her fellows had pulled into port and pushed her into his waiting priests hands, but he even the fact she was struggling in his grip excited him. He lowered his head as he pushed her higher up against him and ran his tongue under the curve of her chin. The sweetness of her scent made him rumble with pleasure as he ran his extending cock out along her inner thigh.

"Don't let it do this!" Her voice rose up and interrupted those dining as inch by inch of the curved and prehensile shaft rubbed and spread glistening precum against her.

"What do you think that will do?" He purred down at her fondly as she pushed her hands against his body and let out a whimper as her tongue rolled down her bare breast to circle around a nipple. "Perhaps if you live I'll keep you chained here.."

Her wide eyes and the increased breathing only excited him more. Her pale smooth skin glistened with the fragrant oils the priests had rubbed into it. It would keep his venom from touching her body as he drug his tongue against her and added a sheen to her curves. The men who were dining glanced away from the sight. Likely they were disgusted, but they'd soon come to realize that it was an honor to come to a feast such as this. His scales hissed and brushed against each other as the far smaller female tried again to pull away and he drove his cock tip upwards to rub over that small plush mound. Her scream came out louder at just that touch as he teased the tip back and forth pushing out hot strands of precum to web over her pursed folds. His eyes hooded slightly as he tightened the coils on her upper body and ran his claws along the curve of her spine.

He had always been lusty as a man, but now... No the scent of a woman made him feel wild with lust. He could spend days surrounded by their sweetness and violating them. Given his size and the fierceness of his rape not many survived more than a few sessions. Even that was sweet to him. He always had new women to taste and sample. He pushed up slightly and felt his tip starting to peel open her outer folds as he shifted his body around her. The curve of her ass was bared to the room so that those gathered could see the purple cock jutting up between her legs. It was curved in a slight S shape with nubs that ran along the underside adding texture. A few of the Riathan's opened their mouths and then sealed them before looking away. A tilt of his head showed how his precum coated her inner thighs as he had rubbed himself against her while he dined. His mark showed plainly against the oiled skin.

"Please..." The voice was tight and soft as fear filled eyes glanced at him. "I didn't do anything to you!"

"So you will do something to me now." He hissed out as he contracted his muscles and pushed harder spreading her passage open around the tip of him like a glove. "Satisfy me."

The scream rang out over the crowd as he forced his cock upwards and the nubs along the underside of his cock started to pop inside of her. The glorious heat of her too small body made the pouch along his throat darken to nearly black with pleasure as it pulsed. Inch by inch he worked and thrust inwards as he let out a hot rush of precum that spilled out into the passage and then forced out around his girth. She twisted and struggled in his grasp to try and escape as her face wrinkled in pain at trying to take something so large. He lowered his head to one side so he could watch as her outer lips reddened and then paled as the flesh strained into a lewd looking circle. His nubs pushed the outer lips inwards and teased over them before pushing into her body with a lewd wet noise as some of his precum rolled out of her marring the perfection of her thighs.

The inner folds clutched around him and squeezed as he started to pull back with a hiss of pleasure and lifted his head up higher. The great hall had gone silent as those who stared at him, stared in horror or worship as he pulled his cock free with a wet noise and felt a heavy strand of his precum clinging from his tip to her folds. He knew they gaped open the way no woman they had ever seen had and he reveled in showing off what his powerful body could do before he drove himself in. This time he didn't go slowly, instead he slammed in so that the nubs that ran along his underside scraped inside of her and his tip hammered up against her cervix only fitting half of him inside. The girls shriek came out louder as her entire body stiffened in reaction before he started pulling out again. His mind hazed over in simple primal desires. He would mate her and take her until no male could possibly have her again!

His lips wrinkled back as he hissed at those at the feast before he started to thrust in brutal short strokes. Each time he drove in he battered up against the cervical barrier and put pressure on it before dragging back out again. The precum he spilled out was thicker and heavier than any other creatures. Water wouldn't wash it away easily, but that was the point for the body he was in. He dropped his head over the female's as hot tears rolled down her cheeks and each time he thrust inwards he watched as she writhed and let out pained noises. He flicked his tongue out to taste the oil over her shoulder as he began to move faster and harder assaulting the cervix with his tip. The blunt glans tried to hammer its way through, but it was too large for such a small opening. He closed his eyes and drew in a breath as he drug himself nearly all the way out. This was his female and only his, he would mark her in such a way that she would never forget it.

The muscles of his lower body contracted as his coils tightened almost to the point of crushing her before he drove in again. The tip slammed up against the flesh barrier of the cervix and this time didn't just put pressure on it. He felt it holding for a moment before tearing around his cock as he destroyed it. Her scream of pain was drowned out by his bass bugle of pleasure as he tore into her womb as if he had just tore through a virgins hymen. The flesh rubbed around his nubbed cock while buried himself three fourth of the way inside of her before the first hot bubbling rush of his cum erupted out of him. The destroyed cervix dribbled blood along his shaft as he started to spray his seed inside of her hard enough that he could feel her twitching and jerking in reaction to each pulse. His own body ground against her as he twisted and rolled along the raised platform of his throne.

Jathos spread his jaws wide to suck in the taste of her scent over and over again. The harsher scent of blood mingled heavily with the scent of female sex that made his mind fogged over with pleasure. He could feel her formerly trim belly bloating outwards from the amount of seed he planted inside of her. She'd never been designed to hold what he was trying to push into her. He gave a final shuddering push as his tip let out a drooling spill of thicker cum. It was clear and heavy as it dribbled free in an attempt to use a gel plug to seal her as it was designed to in a female serpent. Instead it simply added to the swollen state of her middle. Only after he was done did he drop his head to let out a deep heavy rumble and start to relax his hold around her limp form. Her tear streak cheek rested against one of his coils as she trembled and gave pained wheezes each time she drew in a breath.

He lifted his head up to stare at the silent room to see the Riathan's staring in horror and in a few cases desire as he casually rested his head against one of his curled coils. He made no move to justify, apologize or even acknowledge he had just near battered a woman to death for the sake of his lusts. They'd soon learn and the ones that showed a hint of lust would be the ones he could send to bring more exotic females to his coils. He rolled his hips and heard her faint whimper as a thick drop of cum rolled free at the stirring. It was pink with her blood and the creamy scent of it added to his musk. In time she might heal, but if she lived and he mated with her often enough he'd effectively destroy her cervix. It would mark her as his property. His toy. Designed by himself to fit him perfectly. He hooded his eyes and rumbled in pleasure. Soon he'd have an endless supply of women and wealth. He closed his eyes slowly as he felt his cock pulling free from the girl. His mind alive with vivid images of what he would do to and with his future harem member. Well...for as long as she was alive at least.