The Wyrm's Harem: The Hay and The Seed
#3 of The Wyrm's Harem
The Wyrm's Harem
written by Bahumat
Disclaimer: Hooray! This story contains depictions of sexual violence, non-consensual and semi-consensual sex, bondage, virginal, anal, oral, vaginal, heterosexual sex, slavery, gushes of cum. So, if you're under the legal age in your state/province/country/continent/world/galaxy, then stop reading. Seriously. Don't be the cause of angry parents burning down Toumal's house. He's a nice orca. He gives us porn!
Anyway. A dragon and a dragoness in this story. Part 2 or 3 of this will tie into The Wyrm's Harem; for now I'm introducing a new character into the mix. So read on, enjoy, you furry faggot animal fuckers you! :D Go on, all the ~cool~ furries are doing it.
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Sunlight over straw motes, her golden eyes watching the slow, whirling dance. The smell of hay was thick, it's cozy shaded warmth wrapping around her. To a passer-by, it was a crude hayrick in her father's barn, but to her, it was as fine as the queen's own bed, in it's fine spun gold silk and it's sweet scent.
Her breath huffed softly, her knees splayed, generous skirt hiked up around her hips. She whimpered into her hand and moaned, two fingers slick with her own nectars, and gleaming wetly in a thin point of sunlight. Mazdeth was her name, and this hayrick was all she had for privacy, often less than ten minutes until one of her eight siblings would come nosing around. They were always around, always watching. Being the oldest of them was tiresome, and in moments where hunger gripped her hips, almost beyond tolerance.
She smiled into her hand. Today was special. The carnival was coming in to the local village, and with the aid of some blood saved from a chicken they'd slaughtered the day before, she'd passed on going, claiming her season was passing and felt ill. They'd accepted the ruse and left, leaving her with the farm, and most importantly, herself, free for a day and a night.
Now, here she lay, revelling in the first time in her life she would be given time alone, time to ease the fire in her hips that grew every day. Flashes of desire passed through her mind as her eyelids closed, her breathing and gasping growing frequent. Her warm nub, electric, running along her furred paws. There she lay, her graphite-gray fur concealing lightly scaled skin, her skirt flapping softly, forgotten, as she lifted her hips to the sun.
Her mind filled with images, different males, shadows of thought slipping through and past. Hands, tongues, hips. She bit her hand and groaned as the rushing pleasure swept her, a great gush of fluid splashing across the golden hay, it's potent scent masked by the sweet scent of her improvised bed. Privacy aside, it was the other reason she used this space.
I better mind my clothes, she thought, as she laid panting, eyes closed, smiling to herself. A few breaths to steady herself, then she began to leisurely strip, imagining a lover's hands doing this, claiming her for her wedding night.
To her left, the straw stirred softly, Mazdeth's overwhelmed senses swimming, not noticing the motion. Under some straw, a pair of blackened eyes watched her, at first fearfully, and then seconds later with astonishment.
She continued to unrobe, her skirt and undergarments flowing over her fur and away. Her shirt followed after, bearing her generous breasts, sunlight playing over nipples and supple, ample curves. She was truly a farmer's daughter: plump and round, with wide hips and a generous rear, her short, thick tail playing softly in the straw. She slowly turned over, lowering her muzzle into the hay, filling her nostrils with it's sweet scent, imagining within that she smelled traces of male musk.
Her tail flew up high into the air, and she purred to herself, imagining how wanton she would look, how desperate to be rutted and mated. If her parents could see her now, they'd know how little innocence her heart truly kept, she thought. One day, she knew, the man she married had better be prepared. She'd be on him like a jackal on a lamb. Or ideally, she thought with a soft blush, the other way around.
The hidden eyes widened in further surprise as both the dragoness's hands reached back, grabbing her tail tip and yanking hard, nearly doubling her over backwards. The rough tugs continued, her moaning lusty and growling. A moment later, the eyes discerned why: The tension caused the nether lips of the dragoness to flex, spreading wide, glistening in the lines of sunlight. The thick scent of sex wafted up, hidden nostrils in the straw taking it all in, making the unseen watcher heavy lidded. He'd had enough.
Gray scales slipped silently from the hay. The watcher smiled, as his hands gently unwound the manacles he carried. At the time, he'd wondered why he had bothered to carry them once he'd escaped, but now, he realized, providence smiled upon him. Boldly and silently, he took three quick steps towards the moaning, writhing dragoness, and stood silently behind her, taking in the show of the pink slit stretched broadly open, wantonly. The scaled dragon quirked his muzzle into a knowing smile. His name was Alaric. And he was a thief of many different stripes.
Mazdeth's mind was too clouded to notice Alaric's approach, her right hand sliding down her chest to grasp her breasts, roughly squeezing them, pinching her nipples and grinding them against the straw, moaning. Imagining her lovers grasping her there, roughly claiming her. Trickles of her honeys flowed regularly down her soaked cunt, dripping onto the straw. Alaric's eyes followed each one. He held his breath, smirking to himself. Here he'd feared discovery, just moments ago. And now, opportunity (and the dragoness) had presented itself. Just a moment longer...
Mazdeth slipped her hand under her hips, coaxing her clit a few more times with the ridge of her knuckle, moaning gutturally into the straw. Her nose caught the scent of Alaric, but in her hormonal haze simply believed it part of her fantasy. A few strokes of her nub and she flooded again, another wet splash of cum spilling over the straw. Not satisfied, her hands grasped her tail hard once again, pulling it over the back of her neck with both hands. "Oh... oh gods!" she whispered, shuddering throughout her body at the sexy, slutty feel of it, and most of all how naughty it felt, at how wanton she knew she must look.
The drake watching her took his chance. In a heartbeat, both manacles came clashing down around Mazdeth's wrists, a sharp twist of the chain looping it around her tail, and then as her head came up to scream in shock, the chain was looped again under her chin, across her throat. Her scream choked off suddenly, she struggled a moment, finding that every movement to loosen herself only choked her further, the rough iron around her throat threatening to bruise.
A voice spoke behind her, Alaric's rich, rolling bass of an adult male dragon. A strange one. Mazdeth repressed a shudder, her body tensing to scream, and nearly passed out as the chain threatened to cut off her air.
"Hmmph. What a slutty little girl you are. Quite the show you put on for outlaws, little girl. I wouldn't struggle if I were you; that chain looks terribly uncomfortable. Flex yourself the wrong way and you'll just choke yourself off." His voice softly mocking, confident, a predator knowing the prey had been taken. "What's your name, little wench?"
Mazdeth swallowed, tears threatening to come to her eyes, and remained silent.
Alaric chuckled softly. "Defiant? We'll change that." he murmured, his tail poising itself high and in front. A sharp slashing blow brought the tip down against her labia, whipping her directly across the lips of her sex. The 'smack' was never heard, as Mazdeth's eyes bulged and she screamed, thrashing in the chain for a moment before it came across her throat hard once more. Choked off, she screamed again, barely heard, before her body went limp.
Calmly, Alaric leaned down and yanked the chain off her throat, meeting her half-unconscious eyes. "Tell me your name, little one, or I'll put the chain back over your throat. I wouldn't want to bruise that pretty, and valuable little neck of yours." His tail stalked back and forth behind him, watching with an infuriatingly knowing smirk.
"M.. m. Mazdeth..." she croaked, swallowing gratefully to loose the aching of her throat. She eyed him, scared. "Who are you?" she hissed, or tried to, but the intimidating circumstances turned her defiant shout into more of a gentle whimper.
Alaric smirked softly. "Your temporary Master."
Her eyes flew wide as he stood up, and she coughed a few times before managing: "M-master? I'm no slave."
Alaric's calm reply came, as he stood off to one side, stripping off his tunic. "You are now."
Shock flew across Mazdeth's face as she realized what was about to happen, and began thrashing. "NO! NO NO NO NO NO N- AAAAAIII!" The last refusal cut off by a vicious slap across her muzzle, the taste of copper filling her mouth. Alaric stood over her, eyes a cold wall of authority, his voice making her body shiver through her spine.
"You're mine, little one. If you summon help, I'll tell them you've been raped, and make my escape. You'll be left here on this farm, without a man who'd take you as a husband. You know how the country folk are. Their ways are conservative, old, weak. At this point, Mazdeth, you have two choices... remain here forever as damaged goods, or be my slave until I find a city I can sell you in." He calmly slipped out of his trousers, the thick black dragon cock between his thighs revealed. "Your choice." he growled softly, chuckling down to her. "And you don't have much of it."
Her eyes were drawn to the cock, and even as she gritted her teeth, something in her body quivered. Warmth flooded her loins, as she realized her place: Tied down in her own hayrick, a strange domineering male with her in his total control. She knew she should cry, but couldn't find it in herself. "Fuck you." she muttered.
*SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* More shouts from her throat as Alaric snarled, and brought his tail down across her very exposed ass three more times, whipping her sharply, raising small welts under fur and scale. "You're mouthy. Bad girl." the drake growled. Another tail-whip, then another. Mazdeth's eyelids fluttered as her body shuddered, shouting with each thrust, wishing her body would stop finding pleasure in the pain. Another tail-slap followed, between her thighs, bringing the tip of his tail down sharply on her clit.
At the same moment brutal agony fired into her brain, so too did a sudden, fierce climax, ferocious pleasure and pain mixing in her mind to an indivisible whole. Her scream ended with a moan, her mouth hanging wide open, sweat dripping from her muzzle onto the straw. "Yesss..." she sobbed, her shoulders falling. She was a bad girl. A terrible girl. A naughty girl. If she'd been sweet and innocent like her parents had wished, she'd never have been in the hayrick, and never been caught by this terrible, vicious man, and never touched by his fingers--
"Ooh." she moaned despite herself, as Alaric bent over, trailing a finger over her stinging clit, and then gently probing into her slit further. "No! Stop it!" she said, her voice dropping into a helpless whisper now. Despite herself, her tail hiked a bit higher, and Alaric chuckled. "A pleasure slave. That's what you'll be. What a naughty girl, lifting her tail for the first man to touch her." She nodded softly, abjectly, and waited for the punishment to come.
And it did; his free hand swinging high, then slapping down on her rump hard, making her cry out each time. His hand against her sex softly stroked and wriggled, easing the sting of her abused clit, pushing a fingertip slowly inside to run against her hymen. "My name is Alaric." he hissed softly. "But you will call me Master from now on, slave!" he bellowed, slashing his hand down against her ass again, making the generous cheeks ripple with each sharp slap.
The pain rushed up her body, mingling with pleasure, and she shocked herself by her next, screamed words: "Mmn! Oh! Yes, Master, yesss!" Her eyes flew wide in shock, and had her hands not been shackled behind her back, pinning her tail, she would have covered her muzzle in surprise. Even Alaric looked at her in surprise a moment, and then softly chuckled. "So that's the way it is." he murmured thoughtfully.
"Huh? What?" she said, trying hard not to moan as his fingers danced into a sensitive spot, trailing his fingertips in a slow circle on it.
Alaric said nothing, and instead leaned down and grabbed her long hair in a hand, and drew her up until she was kneeling. She bit off a moan as his fingers drew free of her, and tried to look resentfully at her captor. But a blush was creeping into her cheeks, and the slow brush of Alaric's hand across them a moment later told her he'd seen them too. Which only led her to blush more. "Please... don't..." she whispered, her plea sounding insincere even to her own ears. She tried to look away from his eyes, and at first couldn't, until noticing that by now his thick black cock was starting to stand erect. Her eyes drew down to it instead, watching it raptly. Trying to tell herself it was better than those eyes. Eyes that already knew they owned her.
The drake ran a hand behind her head and chuckled softly. "The rest of your life is going to be servicing men like me, slave." He hiked his cock, and touched it to her nose-tip. Involuntarily, her nostrils flared, drawing in the thick scent of his glands, and shuddered. "No..." she whispered, though the tone of her voice had shifted subtly. She'd never seen, never touched such a thing before, but her body wanted it, somehow. Alaric's hand tensed, about to force his cock into her muzzle, but without resistance Mazdeth slowly touched her lips to it, then her tongue. Not even knowing what she did or why, she drew it into her mouth, and couldn't fight the moan that bubbled up in her throat.
Alaric's eyes were once again wide in surprise, but then smiled, and a moment later groaned. His hands fell to her head and pulled her in against his hips. "I see my little slave has done this before. Quite the bad girl." He gently thrust against her muzzle, and in doing so, missed the soft shake of her head. She'd never done this before, but some part of her knew it was the right thing. She moaned softly around the salty, musky skin, trying not to gag as the thrusting pushed his cock into the back of her throat. "Mmnf!" she managed, to which Alaric just shot her a look that shut her up.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations; the thick, salty cock in her mouth, slowly pushing in and out. The chain around her tail and wrists, keeping her from covering herself decently, keeping her helpless. Something about it, she admitted, felt so right... the control, the strength of the man that was using her, raping her. Some part of her knew she should be fighting back, hating him; but the throbbing heat in her hips was boss now.
The drake growled warmly, and gripping her headfur in his right hand, began to kneel, pushing Mazdeth back down in the process. His knees closed around the side of her jaws, pinning her, ensuring she couldn't move her muzzle free, not that she wanted to. "Suckle." he growled softly. "Lick and taste it. Worship your Master." His hands drew down her shoulders, then slid underneath, and Mazdeth found it her turn to moan once more as his hands grabbed her full breasts roughly, pinching them as she had been just a few minutes ago. Her needy whine rose in her throat, tears leaking from her cheeks as the rough claws raked over her breasts and nipples, setting them afire with stinging need. She worked her tongue against the thick cock in her mouth, trying to wrap around its girth, and failing that, to caress it as best she could. She wasn't sure if she was doing it right, but Alaric's warm growls were definitely signalling pleasure.
The musk of his sex filled her nose, her world, and she lost herself in it. His whispers thrilled her where they had no right to: "That's a good girl. Suckle your master's manhood. Such a naughty little slut. Your body is mine for the taking, slave." Each sentence, slowly whispered into her ears as she suckled, sent shivers running down her body. The cock in her mouth pushed deeper, and instinctively, she opened her jaws wider, accepting it all in. She gagged softly, but fought it back, flicking her tongue against the tip as she tasted something new, a saltier, compelling taste. She wanted more.
Alaric bent over her sharply, startling her, his rough claws grasping her buttocks and spreading them wide, his chest rubbing along her back. She felt him atop her, spreading her labia with his fingers, fighting back a shudder of pleasure unsuccessfully. "Let's try thisss..." Alaric hissed, as he stretched his neck to open his jaws, and close them sharply around the base of Mazdeth's uplifted tail, tugging it higher. The dragoness screamed in unexpected pleasure, involuntarily swallowing Alaric's cock deeper. The feel of her cunt so lewdly exposed, her mouth filled with musky male, and now this, this gripping bite to her tailbase, was too much. The growing fire in her loins exploded again, all over the straw, the scent of her pleasure practically fogging the room.
Her mind a haze, she opened her jaws fully, enough to feel his hips slide all the way into her upturned muzzle, his balls sliding into the entrance of her soft-furred muzzle. Following urges beyond her understanding, her tongue uncoiled from the cock now embedded in her spasming throat, and slid underneath Alaric's balls, the tongue-tip finding the pucker under Alaric's tail. His eyes flew sharply open, and he gasped into her tail as he felt her tongue go there, unexpectedly, delightfully. "Oh GODS YES!" he snarled, and pumped his hips harder into the new slaves waiting muzzle. He bit her tail harder, fingers flying down her hips, each hand busying itself. Mazdeth, beyond rational thought now, could only gasp and arch for more at the invasion of two fingers each into her sex and ass.
They lost themselves then, sunlight playing over sweat and dust motes. Mazdeth's eyes, when they could stand to be open, watched sweat trickle down the gray scales of Alaric's hips. Longing to lick them off. Longing, she realized gradually, for something that had just awakened in her. Every part of her brain seemed to be screaming that this was wrong, that this rape was abomination. But the moan that flew from her throat, muffled into the savoury musk of Alaric's balls and cock, came straight from her hips. Suddenly she wondered if her excuse to her family of being in season was so far off the truth. Perhaps, perhaps not. She couldn't find it in herself to care about anything anymore, anything except the taste of this unknown drake in her mouth, and the sensations of his fingers opening every part of her, shamefully parting and exploring. Making her feel dirty, making her feel naughty. Making her feel desire. She probed her tongue deeper.
Alaric's pupils flew wide as he bit into her tail harder in response, small drips of blood from the superficial cuts his teeth had inflicted, running across his nose. His fingers drove hard into her, barely having the presence of mind to keep her hymen unbroken. "OH GODS! SLAVE!" he growled into her tail, palms gripping her generous ass hard as he hilted his cock in her now rapidly swallowing throat, and exploded into her. Wave after wave of his cum seemed to gush into Mazdeth's greedy muzzle, deep satisfaction flooding her as she felt him go over, felt the salty, bitter taste of his cum on the back of her tongue, and the warm flow of it into her stomach. Her orgasm came seconds later, slow, deep, and powerful, like her womb wanted to turn itself inside out just to be closer to those fingers. Her ass clenched tightly down on Alaric's fingers as she came, and a jet of her own cum shot from her hips, splashing across the hayrick, a good six feet.
Then they rested like this for a minute, Alaric's cock buried in Mazdeth's throat, his fingers stuffed into her cunt and ass, her lewdly opened hips glistening softly in the sunlight. She felt the many protests of her body, but distantly, unimportant details upon the cloud she seemed to float on. She wasn't even aware of Alaric's cock softening, then slipping from her muzzle, until she saw the long trail of cum leading from the tip of his cock into her mouth. Unable to hide her smile, she lifted her tongue-tip slowly, and lapped it off of Alaric's tip.
His surprise was hidden, but not very well, Alaric's eyes starting at the dripping mat of wet hay six feet behind Mazdeth's hips, to her soft, focused smile as she licked his cock clean. He watched her eyes, and understanding came, and with it, a realization of the treasure he had found here. The knowledge and observation came together like lightning in his mind, and crystallized.
Mazdeth was softly pulled from her lapping of the cock in front of her, her chin tilted upward, until she met those hard eyes, used to command, used to being obeyed. Her own gaze was rapt, bewildered, knowing what was happening but unable to understand why within her.
"What do you say, little one?"
"Thank you, Master."