Pride: Midnight Interlude
#18 of Pride
Jathos waits in the midst of his camp for his spy to bring him the information he seeks and the pleasure he desires. Jaamin answers her Masters call once again as her body betrays her training and the lusts he trained her to crave
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The night was alive with the sound of chattering bugs, chirping frogs and night time hunters that called to each other over vast differences. The hot humid weather made it uncomfortable to sleep under anything save the lightest of coverings. Many of the men chose to sleep beneath nothing more than a fine bit of netting to stop the night time bugs from eating them alive. The camp was not orderly; it sprawled out in every direction and only the small sparks of fire let Jathos know where they were located. Not that he particularly cared how they arranged themselves as long as they were prepared to awaken at the first hint of danger. He had already commandeered the best spot possible to make his own camp.
The further they got into the jungle, the more he felt uneasy as old memories snapped at his mind. He knew the jungle better than any of them. He should. After all he had spent most of his lift hunting them as little more than a mindless beast. He had not forgotten that they called it a rain forest for a reason. Every day that they had passed through the dense foliage was spent in the rain for at least a good portion of the afternoon. Sometimes it was just a dribble, but at other times it came down in a solid sheet. The result was an environment that was constantly muggy and the humans complained bitterly over. He didn't mind and oddly enough neither did Chasath. Or if she did, she was careful to make no complaint about it.
The large serpent coiled himself tightly around the massive tree he had staked out for himself. He could feel his thicker belly scales scoring the bark as his eyes watched the dark jungle avidly. He had forsaken his harem for the evening so he could keep his mind alert while he watched. He had even cast away the priests who guarded him and told Chasath that she was should make herself scarce. The spot he had picked for himself was far enough away that he had the illusion of privacy that was aided by the fact that humans couldn't see in the dark. He had set his bait and now he could only hope that his mouse came to nibble at it. But oh how he hated waiting! He had better things to attend to then watching the play of shadows against the dense greenery.
Jathos could have been formalizing his plans with his priests for one or making a leisurely look over at his army. They had started to become soldiers rather than hunters and fisherman. Chasath had been drilling them so hard that often they barely had enough energy left to march. He would have to tell her to lighten their training. They had the basics now and they would be of no use to him if they were too exhausted from training to wield a blade! He made a mental note to have her find out what the finest of them were talented with and to assign those to his own personal guard. They could practice their chosen weapons as well as be primed to take a status as officers so he could delegate some more responsibility. It wasn't wise to trust Chasath with every detail now that his army was starting to adjust to their role.
He snorted hard enough that weeds bent down in front of his blunt muzzle. Stupid primitive villagers! He led them on a glorious destiny to reclaim their birth right, but all the while they became more like the people they hated. They were so blinded by fervor and dreams of returning to a simple life. When he was done they would be used to his role commanding them and adjust to standing in the ranks. In a handful of years they would become honored to be his servants, in a few generations they would be his slaves. All he had to do was offer them a collar of gold instead of iron and they practically placed it on their own necks!
The shape shifter moved again and felt the bark falling against his immaculately groomed scales. The moon was somewhere above him, though the massive trees made it impossible to see. How long had he been waiting here? Blast that spy! He should have never let her out of his talons! Of all of the spies he had trained, she was the least reliable.
Jaamin pushed her way through the forest with a stealth that she hadn't possessed when she was younger. The green bushes and large plants slid over her dark clothed body instead of catching on it. Her feet barely made a whisper of noise as she skirted from shadow to shadow. She unconsciously tried to make her shape as indistinct and low as possible so that anyone who saw her could mistake her for an animal. Not that she could make much sound when the leaves were so sodden that they were crushed into the ground without a hint of sound. Her dark hair had been pulled back into an intricate braid that wrapped around her head and kept it from tangling in her eyes.
The Lady of House Dupemade from Bulrush wouldn't have been recognized if anyone saw her. Not even her own Father. She wore no ornamentation and her face was bare of any cosmetics. Her clothing was darkened and worn with use and her feet were entirely bare. She looked like one of the hunters that she had often mocked when they returned stinking of the swamp and jungle. Now she was out in the heart of the jungle by herself with no other thought in her head except her internal time sense let her know she was late. Dangerously late.
_ Gods, just let him let me walk away without. . . _ She sent the plea up to the sky frantically, but was well aware that they wouldn't answer.
Jaamin had been one of a small group waylaid two years ago on the King's Road by a group of bandits. Her guard, her hand maid, everyone had been killed but her. She wished she had been killed. She had been bound up like a lost herd beast and taken with break neck speed to a small bit of coast line miles from her home. It was secluded and formed a bay that seemed almost as wide as the largest lake she'd ever seen. The place was rife with wildlife of all kinds and thick with native fruit trees. It had been a beautiful place, but not for long. Not when a massive reptile had reared its head from the midst of the salt water and the slaughter started.
He ate them. That bastard ate them! I hated them, but to die like that.. Jaamin stopped a shudder at the memory.
The serpent had rounded on her with his muzzle still wet with blood and announced that she was his now. She would serve him. That had ended her life as she knew it. He had stripped her of everything. The will to live, the will to defy him, the will to control my body. Tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes as she ghosted towards the meeting spot.
_Damn him. Oh goddess, damn him to the deepest hell! _ Her mind raged, but no matter how it raged and how much she tried to deny him. Her body betrayed her as she emerged from the darkness and to the glistening form of the monster. Jathos. Her Master.
"Jaamin..." Jathos purred the word deep in his throat as he watched his little spy slip out of the bushes. "You are late."
"Master, forgive me." The words were barely above a whisper as she dropped down into a pretty little bow before him.
His eyes spun as he looked over her covered feminine form. Jaamin was one of his greatest prizes. She had been his prisoner for six long months as he had broken down the walls of her mind and her body. He had trained her with pleasure, pain, kindness and cruelty until she was little more than his obedient and eager slave. He had filled her with his own purpose and released her back to her people. She had been granted her freedom, but only in part. She was his eyes and ears on a small town that was smaller than the ones his other spies took control of. It held one unique, albeit annoying, noble house that had perked his interest. It also held the very start of the King's Road and an important position that could allow him to overtake most of the major river systems.
The serpent rumbled in amusement at the tremors that rocked the small human frame. How she feared and hated him, but not so much that it blocked out the desire for his touch. He could taste her arousal on the air and he savored it as he loomed over her. The hatred in her eyes didn't hide the fact that once he was close enough her training took over. Let her hate him, let her fear him, as long as she obeyed him and him alone he would enjoy her impotent anger. She could run as far as she wished to try and escape him, but she would always return. She would always come when he called her. He owned her as surely as she might own a hound or hawk. As always, it sent an enjoyable shiver down his spine to know how perfectly she had been broken.
"Forgiveness will come when you give me the information I desire," He hissed the words out and slowly started to uncoil his form from the tree.
He deliberately kept his head above her own so that he could watch the pulse on her neck start to speed up in reaction to his presence. His long tongue flickered out to taste her scent. Fear, arousal, human. Delicious. He reined back his natural lusts as he allowed the greater bulk of his body to surround her and keep her hidden from view. Not even CHASATH knew that he had a spy working in the lands he wanted to conquer. It was wise to always keep some information from ones servants, even the most trusted ones. It ensured that he would always have power over them. "Tell me of the woman. Tell me everything."
"Lady Teculia continues her experiments." Jaamin's voice was muffled as she kept her head lowered. "She has a new servant there, one that was used as a hunter. He's supposed to help train the creature you wanted to know about."
"And have you been invited within her walls again, little thing?" He lowered his blunt muzzle slightly. "Tell me of this new servant. Have you met him?"
"No, I only know what the guards talk about. They say he's f-filthy and comes from a blighted family. He's kept away from the guests." The girl's voice cracked slightly as he lowered his head closer. He could see her pale face and the tremors along her arms. He could smell a lie.
"Liar." He hissed the word out before his paw moved out. "I shall have to teach you how to speak the truth, little liar."
The hissed word sent a wave of visceral terror through Jaamin. It wasn't that he spoke out in anger that made her afraid, but the fact he spoke with a purring tone that hinted he relished the idea she might be hiding something. She squeezed her eyes shut as another tear joined the first and her entire body crouched smaller against the ground. No matter how many times she had been caught and how honestly she answered him he always played this horrible game. She was well aware that being here made her a traitor to her family, her city and her kingdom, but she had yet to find a way to stop herself. It was made worse that Jathos enjoyed getting the information from her. And it disgusted her that her body took pleasure in his ways of persuasions.
"Please, Master, what do you wish to know!" She heard her voice crack and hated herself for it. It was too late. "I'm not lying! I'm not!"
A claw suddenly drug down along the length of her spine. The tip of it scraped against her skin until she felt a welt forming as her clothing was torn. Her back arched up as she let out a harsh cry and her top loosened. She moved a hand to try and cover herself, but it was too late. The beast had seen what he wanted. The blunt muzzle shoved against her stomach and sent a hot wave of coppery breath against her flesh before the slimy foul tongue uncurled. It pushed her shirt up and left a trail of saliva on her skin as it scraped higher to flick roughly against her breasts. She tried to writhe back and even told her body to do so, but the unique reptilian musk and the feel of his tongue made her freeze.
Not again.. please not again.. She struggled to break free, but her mind was trapped in the lessons he had driven into her. And worse, she felt her stomach heating up in anticipation.
The tongue flicked high enough that the sharp envenomed teeth plucked at the material and tore it free. The massive body curled closer so that she was pushed back against some of the broadest part of the belly scales and found herself facing the tilted reptilian head. The monster terrified and aroused her. She wanted to feel his tongue on her, she wanted to run her hands over his scales and feel him plunge into her. Her husband had never created such feelings in her. He'd never roused her body until she felt her heart beat pounding through every nerve and her stomach ache with emptiness. He never made her feel disgust and horror at her own primal desires. The animal hissed out laughter and she broke. She balled her hands at her sides and tried to find out what he would possible want to know.
The scaled form drug her in close until she was nearly wrapped in his coils. One of the large paws moved to scrape against her pale hips until her pants were forced down over them. The entire while she spoke up about the new man in Teculia's force. She told him what she had known of his hunt, how many dracine had been brought in, how often the Lady held her strange and sordid parties. She told him where the guards were housed. She told him anything, everything in the hopes that he would find something of interest to divert him. The thought that she was being at traitor was lost under the all too familiar need for his body and disgust at her arousal. Through it all he amused himself with his tongue bathing her body and forcing her closer against his underside. The familiar spicy scent of his arousal flooded her.
"I don't know anything else!" She choked out. "I don't know anything else! Please, Master!"
"Nothing? Nothing else?" The serpent rumbled with laughter as his tongue snapped up with a painful crack against her bared folds. "Nothing to tell your beloved and indulgent master?"
Jathos could almost taste something on the air. It wasn't just his toys arousal or fear, it was something that lingered unsaid. He had an instinctive knowledge of important events and how to find them out. All shape shifters possessed it and Jaamin knew something important. It didn't hurt that he could find it out at his own pace and watch her body flush with desire. It always amused him that she tried to fight the inevitable. Did she think that fighting made it something she didn't crave? He knew her body well enough to say that when he did take her, she would be lost in the heat of lust and desire. She wanted this more than he did even if she didn't admit it to her own mind. It what made it all the more delicious.
"I don't kn-know anything else." The girl's voice rose up in a rush as he let his tongue tease upwards against those tempting folds. He used the tip to wedge between them. "Tell me of the dracine than, tell me what they do with them."
"Y-you know what..aaahhh.. they do.." He rolled his eyes up to watch her expression slacken as he trailed his tongue between the pursed lips.
"Remind me." He rumbled in a mixture of croon and command. "Tell me in. . . detail what you have done with them."
Oh how he loved to coax information from her! It excited all of his senses to watch her try to find resolve only to have it crumble beneath his training. No matter how much will power she thought she had, her body and emotions were his to play with. Jathos shifted his body so that she soon was nearly pressed against his genital slit. The scales bulged apart to show the opening between them and the first hint of his shaft. When his cock tip slipped free he wiped it along her leg to leave a dribbling of his silvery precum against her pale skin. The reaction was delicious. Her entire body trembled and she pressed against it while trying to fight his command. He knew exactly what she had done to and with the dracine. And why the act excited her.
"They bred one of them to their hybrid!" Jaamin's voice came out in a shrill eruption of sound. By her tone it was obviously her desperation to escape what he wanted from her, but what she said sent a shock through the serpent.
"What did you ssssssay?" He hissed the last word as what she said made his entire body stiffen up. For a moment the world around him seemed heavier and the air thicker. "Tell me everything!"
When the girl tried to stammer, he squeezed her in his coils. He didn't try to force her to enjoy it, instead he pinched with the broad belly scales and started to cut off her air. It wasn't just pleasure that he used to control her, but mastery over every aspect of her being. She wheezed and struggled as he moved a claw down to guide her chin up to look at him. Only then did she begin to try and talk. What she knew was hardly worth the effort. It was common gossip that one of the females had been bred and speculation on if there would be more like that damned creature the woman had managed to create. Where there was rumor though, there was possible fact behind it. He would have to strike hard and fast if he hoped to ensure the next generation wasn't born.
"You know nothing else." He hissed as the pale face looked up at him. His claw teased along the edge of her chin as he watched the tears rolling along her eyes. Beautiful.
"N-No.." Her voice shook and he could feel her tension from the grip of his scales. He shifted his muscles in a slight caress in response.
"Then what does my lovely little spy want as her reward, pet?" He crooned the words, "Tell me what you want from your loving and tender Master."
"You, Master. I want you." Jaamin closed her eyes in defeat as her traitorous tongue answered before she could stop it.
She felt shaken and exhausted. Her ribs ached from the clenching hold of the scales around her and she knew that when the sun came up she would be black and blue from breast to knee. She also knew that she would be lucky if she found enough of her clothing to wear to find her way back to the road. If she wasn't lucky, she would be stumbling home naked. She was humiliated and afraid, but not even those emotions stopped the throbbing need that filled her body. The hold of his scales was painful, but welcome. The scent of him made things low in her belly cramp up with desire. No matter how she hated him, she wanted him. She wanted him to take her. Her body wanted to be reminded why he was her master.
"Ohhh and you ssssshall have me... My sweet little pet." Jathos' eyes flickered in the darkness as she felt his scales shifting.
Her fingers moved to grip his scales as the coils raised her higher in the air and she felt the slender tail tip hook around her leg. It twined its way around her calf as the serpent twisted and writhed beneath her. She felt the familiar drag of his body between her legs as she was forced to straddle the swell of his body. Forced? She squeezed her eyes shut as her hips rolled forward to grind herself along the scales of his stomach. It wasn't force. No matter how much she wanted to say it was, her body was oh so eager for him. She could feel her wet folds dragging against the harder scales of his stomach and the pleasure grew as her breathing came faster. She knew it would hurt, but she didn't care, not when she could ride that edge of pain and pleasure to her orgasm.
The hot tapered tip slipped down and suddenly pushed up snug against her folds. Slippery precum welled out of the tip and drooled over her folds as she writhed and moved her fingers down. She didn't need the command, not after she had done this countless times before. Her fingers found the slimy tip and the ribbed flesh before wrapping around it. It was hot, so much hotter than her own body, and thick enough she had issues wrapping her fingers entirely around it. The serpent arched beneath her and bucked her higher up as one of his foreclaws moved to wrap around her back. He made no move to violate her, instead his eyes trained on her as she guided the tip to her entrance and tensed up. Tears started to form in her eyes even as her hips pushed down to take the first fiery thick inch into her body.
Jathos didn't allow his desire to take his pet to stop him from enjoying what he always had. He loved making her make the choice to take him. He had never forced himself on her past the first weeks of her stay with him. When it came time for him to enter her, he made her make that choice. He made the need of her body overwhelm her embarrassment, anger or outrage. The look on her face tensed up as her hips dropped down and he felt the so snug opening wrapping around his tip. She blossomed open wider and wider until the first ridge of his cock pushed inside of her tender opening. A hot bubbling of precum erupted from him until he hissed out and marked the inside of her body as his once again.
He kept his fore claw around her back and his claws teased there as her twisted his form. He was long, more like a snake than a dragon, and as he twisted her rolled her with him. His scales clamped down around her as he used his hold to force her inch by slow inch onto his shaft. Her cry was sharp as he felt the silken heat wrapping around his girth and her own wetness seeping out to mar his scales. His ridges popped in with lewd wet noises each time he pushed her down and rose up to meet her. The inner muscles strained tight until he heard her pained noise as his tip sank closer towards her womb. The tip of him scrapping and pulling along her as he felt her outer lips being forced in on themselves.
His lips twisted back in a snarl of pleasure as he suddenly gave a twisting pull of his coils around her. There was no need to hide her now. Not when most of his people would assume he had merely plucked up a female to enjoy. He used the muscles along his stomach to arch himself up as his cock tip shoved roughly against her cervix and sank past it. Whatever muscles had been made there to keep her fertile body safe had long since been trained and punished to accept him. Even still, her cry came out higher pitched as he forced each and every length of him into her form. The hot spills of precum drooled out of his tip as he savored the sensation of her body flexing and pulling around him. Her own wetness running along his scales as her fingers gripped against his body. She didn't try to pull away, instead he watched her eyes lose focus and her hips gave a short grind against him.
Jaamin could hate him when she was away from him. She could detest all that he stood for, but not when she was with him. From the moment she felt the thickened shaft push into her she was gone. Her walls stretched around the ribbed length almost to the point of pain as she muffled her cries in the grip of his coils. His snarl of pleasure rang in her ears as the fiery eruption of precum flooded her passage. It mingled with her own wetness until he started to increase the pressure. She was dimly aware of her body straining open to the point that her stomach showed a slight rise where his shaft burrowed deeper. What did it matter? It didn't. Nothing mattered except the constant pulse of pleasure so exquisite that she bit her lip from crying out too loudly.
The tapered tip shoved up against her cervix and her stomach tensed up. No matter how many times he took her the first push of his girth into that tight channel still made her stomach cramp up. She muffled her groan as he sank so deeply inside of her that she felt the scales along his slit rubbing against her passage. The pale skin was strained as far as it could be before he started to drag himself back. Each ridge pulled and plucked inside of her making her entire body tense up in pleasure. Her walls clenched down so that the hotter flesh of his cock could be felt as it rubbed back and forth. Her own hips pushed down as she greedily tried to stimulate her own trembling body further. Her back arched while she moved her fingers to either side of the broad scale beneath her.
When the muzzle slid down and the hot tongue coiled beneath her chin she gave no thought to flicking her tongue out to greet it. It curled and twisted with the hot taste of reptile as her hips rode the heavy ribbed shaft. Each push down forced the tip deep enough that it pushed through the ring of her cervix and the hot syrupy precum was spilled out into her womb. She could feel it being forced out by the sheer mass of the animalistic cock. It coated her inner thighs and over her straining mound while she let the beast wrap his tongue along the curve of her throat and down towards the breasts she lifted up. Her entire body became nothing more than the hungry eager need for pleasure. All she could think about was being able to take him deeper.
Jathos closed his eyes at the sensation of the tight ring that had been formed around his girth. It was so tight he had to yank his lower body backwards to let the ribs pull free from her and force Jaamin down when he rose up to spear into her again. She smelled of hot female lust and sex. If she didn't scream he way he wanted his women too, the knowledge that he controlled her body absolutely spiced his desire. He lowered his muzzle and curled his tongue out to stroke beneath her chin. He scraped the hint of sweat from her flesh and teased lower towards the promising rise of her breasts. The nipples were hard in the darkness and his agile tongue tips sought them out to pull and stroke over. He abraded the flesh in firm strokes as he listened to her muted whimpers and soft edged cries. There was no confliction in her now, not when he was claiming her.
He let his teeth drag over her breasts to the point that welts appeared. He didn't bother letting his venom hold back, instead he took pleasure in the knowledge that when she woke up she would have swollen aching wounds to remind her of who her master was. The clutching suckling walls that wrapped around his drooling shaft started to pull harder. They tugged and squeezed as he panted roughly against her bare chest. Oh how deliciously tight she still was! His mind rolled with base needs as the walls continued to pulse in squeezing movements. Her voice rose up in a shrill cry as he slammed his tip in hard and deep. He could feel himself stretching the slender curve of her belly and making it strain outwards as he leaned his head back and let out a harsh snarling cry as his loins tensed up in pleasure.
This was what she sought after at the Lady Teculia's parties. This is what she craved as shamelessly as a bitch in heat when the dracine males mounted her. Their textured shafts couldn't compare to her Master's. Not when the tip battered so deep inside of her that she could feel her stomach cramping. Not when his cock stroked and seemed to reach every part of her body that could possibly experience pleasure. It was all too easy to forget everything. Even who she was as the pleasure mounted to a breaking point and her hips started to buck down against the scaled stomach faster. She squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her teeth as the tip battered harder inside of her. Not even the scrape of the fangs along her chest could stop her climax from claiming her.
Jaamin let out a shrill cry as the coils wrapped around her and pulled her tight against him. The scales abraded her back and pinched her tender skin, but she didn't care. Her walls milked around the great animal's cock trying to pull it deeper as she felt the tip pulsing and the ribbed length swelling outwards. The first hot stream of cum spilled into her body with enough force she could feel it hitting the inner walls. The thick gouts of it were heavier than any creatures she had every experienced. Thick and sticky as the creamy wash drooled inside of her. Her walls squeezed downwards and tried to pull harder as her orgasm continued to roll through her. That moment of glorious pleasure where all she could think of was the desire to feel more and more of what was being offered to her.
For a moment all she knew was the tense scales and coils holding her in place and the fiery sensation of liquid flooding her stomach. It filled her and over filled her until she couldn't possibly accept anymore. She could feel it seeping out around the seal of the pulsing cock and staining her inner thighs was she lowered her head and let out harsh shuddering breaths. The scent of spicy aroused reptile and her own scent teased her nose as she heard the creature rumble a deep sound of approval. His coils rolled up for a moment and she felt the tip stirring deep inside of her before they started to drag backwards. The movement tugged and spilled out hot spills of his seed as it escaped her overfilled womb. She knew from experience it would be days until his scent had faded on her.
"Such a sweet little pet." The voice hissed in her ear. It was thick with pleasure and satisfaction that he had once again made her body betray her. "Now tell your Lord what he wants to hear."
"Th-thank you, Master." She choked the words out as the glorious pleasure her body had experienced was washed away with a stab of shame and self-loathing. "Thank you. . ."
"Such a good pet. Next time I'll let you use that talented mouth of yours if you bring me what I wish to know." The tongue scraped against her cheek leaving it slippery. "Find out about the dracine that was bred. Find out everything you know about it."
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