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From the time Ember opened her eyes up she knew that her world had changed irrevocably from everything she had ever known. She hadn't had to look down at her body, she could feel it pressed into the silk pillows and the swell of her breasts cushioned against her chest. Her dreams and nightmares had been plagued with what she knew had happened to her. They had been plagued with the darkened form of the dragon and the sensation of his body near her own. She couldn't recall them exactly and she couldn't pin point any one sharp dream that had chased her sleep, but she awoke with her stomach tense and sick feeling. The light streamed down over the bridge of her muzzle as she let her mind slowly drag itself free of the cobwebs. It took her a moment to focus on the colored pillows that were bunched up in front of her and the wall beyond it.

This can't be happening.. She pushed herself up with a soft groan and flicked her ears back. This can't be right...

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She chased away the last of her foggy dreams and sat up so that she could brace her back against the wall behind her and flicked her ears back against her head. She moved her head down to rest against her paws and let out a soft groan as she felt a dull ache starting just behind her eyes. When her paws pressed against her forehead, her gaze drifted lower and she felt her stomach tighten at her nude form. Completely nude. The soft white breasts were full and heavy against her upper chest with the nipples perked slightly in the cool morning air. She looked back up with a rough swallow before she could let her gaze drop any lower.

"Mistress." A voice chirped out at her side and she felt a touch against her shoulder. "Does your head hurt, Mistress?"

"What?" Ember croaked out and winced at the softness of her own voice. It was light sounding and almost airy rather than the deeper masculine tone she was used too. "I'm not your Mistress."

"Does your head hurt?" The servant repeated the question so that the wolf lifted her head and found the slender pale green servant standing to one side. "I've brought you tea that will help. The Master said that you are to eat lightly today and I will lay out your clothing while you drink what I've brought you."

"I don't want anything of his!" Ember tried to put a snarl into her voice, but it lacked any true force behind it that she was accustomed to.

The servant didn't reply to her outburst, instead he placed the cup on the small table beside the pillows and turned away. She glared at the scaled back, but slowly straightened up from where she was sitting and reached out to the porcelain cup. Her head pounded steadily with a dull ache that only seemed to spike whenever she moved too quickly. If the tea could at least take an edge off, she could think. If the tea could just make her think straight she'd be able to find a way out of here. What did the dragon want from her? Why was he tormenting her as if she were a caged pet?

The wolf flicked her ears back and avoided looking down at her slightly curved form as she took the first sip of the tea. It was bitter and nearly made her choke as it rolled over her tongue, but she managed to swallow it down with only a grimace. She was barely able to swallow more than a few mouthfuls before she set the tea aside and wrinkled her nose up at the aftertaste of the herbs. The only thing that made it bearable was the slight lessening of her head ache. She felt as if she had spent all of last night drinking and was paying for it this morning. Even the scent of fruit and fresh baked bread didn't stir her into anything more than a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. The orders that she was only to eat lightly wouldn't be hard at all, especially given that she couldn't stomach the idea of food.

"Eat quickly, the Master will wish to see you in your new finery." The servant chirped as he came back to her with a plate filled with tidbits of food. "You will need to look your very best."

"I don't want to look my very best." She opened one amber eye to see that the lizard was grinning at her as if nothing was wrong. She bristled slightly and suppressed the desire to knock the plate from its hands. "I'm not a girl."

The servant made no reply or even acknowledgement that she had spoken. It merely bobbed its head and started to gather what looked like a very sheer dress and laid it out on a couch. The idea of putting it on made her stomach turn and tremble. She wasn't a girl, she wasn't a girl. She tried to hold onto that thought as she moved to nibble on one of the fruits to keep her attention on something other then the fact she could glance down and see it was a lie. Any glance down showed a feminine body where a male had once been. Even her nose picked up the sweet familiar scent of a male. She lowered her head a bit and repeated under her breath.

"I am a male, I am Ember, I am a male." A soft affirmation to herself, that fell short as she picked up the faint musk of dragon that still clung to her. The left over scent made her heart pound faster against her chest.

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Sithen padded through his home with his crest up and his tail twitching behind him swiftly. He had spent the night in dreams that had become sharper and more erotic as time went by. They had forcefully reminded him of the last time he had taken his pleasure with a female and what he had waiting for him. It had been a struggle, a sweet struggle to allow Ember time to sleep and recover. She was his, as much his as any creature he had ever owned, but that also meant a certain amount of respect and care was due. He had been trained all his life that those that he claimed as his own he did so with the knowledge that they were to be treasured and respected. And that was especially true of the formerly male wolf.

The sun streamed in through the windows of his home and he let his feet lead him towards the sauna that had had built recently. He drifted pass the harem rooms and tilted his head to try and catch any stray wisps of sound, but either Ember still slept in exhaustion or she wasn't saying anything. It was likely she was still asleep, especially after spending the night under his tender care and tongue. Even as he thought of the night before he felt his body flush with desire at the softness of her form beneath his tongue and the way she had responded to it. Once her mound had formed under his magic and he had sampled it he had nearly lost control of himself. The taste of her had been intoxicating and he felt nearly blinded by the need to claim her.

Sithen paused and looked at the closed door and felt the feelings rise again. How easy it would be to push the doors open and awaken her properly! He flicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth so that a jolt of electricity sparked against the very tip and forced his mind away from the lustful thoughts. She wasn't a whore to be used and tossed aside. He was grooming her and that would take time, but the results would be all the sweeter for the time that he took to nurture her spirit and draw her out of her shell. She had already started on the road to becoming truly his and soon he would complete it. Already he had ensured that the foods he gave her were ones that he could lace with magic and herbs both to rouse her senses.

The drake continued on towards the steam rooms to clear his thoughts and mull over the matters of state that weighed on him. She would need the day to recover and relax, and then he could find out what the herbs would do. On a dragoness they would help to coax the body into ovulating and becoming receptive, in a gryphon they would make them more sensitive and eager to please, but did nothing for their season. It affected species' in different ways and he would just have to take his time and enjoy what it did to her. Oh how he indeed to find out how it worked with her. His nostrils flared as he opened up the large metal door and felt the fragrant steam dampening his muzzle. It would be harder then he thought to keep his mind on matters of diplomacy and government. He felt like a young dragon with his first female. How strange that others hadn't roused such emotions in him.

It shall be all the sweeter for the wait..

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Need. Need pounded against Ember's mind and seemed to set her body on fire. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to concentrate on anything at all to make it go away, but she felt as if she were being burned alive. She crouched on the silken spill of pillows where the servants had left her and felt barely able to move. Something was wrong, everything was wrong. She felt half drugged as she tried to squeeze her eyes shut and the only thing she could concentrate on was the feel of his heart hitting against her chest. She tried not to think of other places that felt swollen and sensitive every time she moved the wrong way. She tucked her head down and let out a breathy whimper to herself and tried to move her body into a comfortable position.

It had been this way since she woke up. She hadn't been able to think or even focus her mind on anything. The moment her stomach had felt better things had gone wrong. The servants had allowed her to eat lightly despite the fact her appetites roused. She had felt so hungry, but they only offered her tid bits. She'd been distracted and somehow had allowed them to dress her in a heavy silver belt with wisps of fabric that barely covered her nude body. When she'd tried to ask they had only told her that it was a part of becoming accustomed to what she was now. It had been no answer at all and now that she sat in the darkness of the harem room and listened to the crickets out in the night she felt humiliated and enraged at their care. How could they leave her like this? When she was obviously ill somehow?

_Stop thinking about that, stop thinking about it damnit! You can get out of here! _ She tried to jar herself awake and gave her head a short shake.

The wolf looked around the room a bit wildly and let her eyes adjust to the darkness. The need that was threatening made it hard to think, but she had to get out of here. She didn't care if the creatures had managed to poison her somehow, she didn't care if she felt as if she was losing it. If she could just escape she would be able to set things to rights. This had to be against the law, this had to be illegal and she refused to let herself be trapped her. She gave herself a shake and stumbled up from the pillows a bit unsteadily before looking blindly towards the line of doors that ran along the wall before moving down to unbuckle her belt.

The metal was unwieldy, but she was able to pull it and the fabric free as she set her sights on the door the servants used. The silver was heavy, but it wasn't as if it was going to be impossible to use as a weapon. If she could knock one or two of the little lizards out she could make a bolt for it. As soon as she was out of this place she'd be able to make her escape. She drew in a breath and latched onto the thought with all her might as she approached the door and used the bits of fabric that had been hugging around her waist to make a handle so she could swing it further rather then having to be up close. The wolf moved her paw to knob and braced herself for the attack.

"Sweet wolf, lovely wolf..." The masculine words purred from the darkness and she swallowed a yelp before jerking back from the door. Her ears flattened and she twisted her lips up in a snarl as she looked around the seemingly empty room. Only a single lantern was lit near the entrance, but the door was closed.

"Are you trying to escape, Ember?" The voice crooned out and she twisted herself to the side as movement came from the shadows. "How silly of you to try and leave, lovely girl. Especially when you smell so delicious."

Ember felt her mouth go dry as the last word was drawled out and a massive looking shape loomed in the darkness. She let out a near terrified squeak at the creature that looked too large to be anything she recognized and then a set of brilliant eyes opened and shifted through rainbow colors. Sithen.

"I'm no girl!" She snarled out and took a step back. "Leave me alone!"

The drake laughed as he stepped into the light with all the grace of a dancer. He balanced perfectly on four legs as if he had been born that way, only his arms were slightly odd as he glided towards her with his broad wings spread open above him. The breath caught in her throat as she watched the eyes bleed over towards red when Sithen arched his neck and crooned towards her. His crest bristled and she caught faint ripples of electricity strike from one to the other at the tips. The world was lost in the scent of ozone and male that filled her muzzle and made the enflamed sensation only grow worse. She stumbled backwards until her back hit the door as the beast loomed over her. Her eyes widened slightly as she tried to get her voice working again.

"I-" She couldn't speak and her stomach clenched down uncomfortably as a hot puff of breath tickled against the fur on her head. A low growl bubbled deep in the drake's throat as he hovered over her and she could taste her own scent on the air.

A familiar scent. A familiar scent that should have had her aroused and her heart pounding for different reasons entirely. She swallowed and squeezed her eyes shut as she realized what it was. Fear helped clear her mind as the drake's body was so close to hers and forced her back so far that the door knob bit against the small of her back. She smelled like a bitch in heat.

"Why would you wish to leave, lovely girl?" The drake's words seemed to caress her as he loomed over her and his tongue flicked out to stroke along her neck. "I would hunt you to the ends of the earth for that scent."

"I'm not a girl.." She whispered the words against the scaled neck as he lifted a hand from the ground to cup up against the swell of her breast and gave the orb a gentle squeeze. A tremor rocked through her as she started to lose her grip on her make shift weapon.

"You are one thing, Ember." The words vibrated along her neck as she drew in another heady scent of him and her stomach tensed up. "You are mine."

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Sithen looked down along the curve of Ember's shoulder and drew in a deep breath. The taste of her on his tongue was a heady thing that left his body feeling on edge as he drew in another breath of her. It held that erotic thick taste of heat that melted on his tongue and made a low thrum vibrate deep in his throat. The taste rolled along his tongue as he let out a rumble of laughter at the way she pressed against him as she struggled with his own desires. She had potential and that was why he claimed her as his own. He let his thumb brush along the curve of her breast and pulled right along the apex of her nipple before her entire furred body trembled and the softness of her cry made his crest flick up fully. He rumbled a sound of approval and rolled her tender nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

He had waited until night fall to come to her. He had waited patiently and teased himself by lounging near the kitchens where the scents of his servants brought him the tantalizing hints of how his newest pet was. It had whet his appetites until he had dismissed the little creatures so that he could have his time alone with her. And now that he was near her he could taste that eager fertile scent that made his shaft start to thicken and already push its way between the plated scales of his belly. The ridges stiffened and he breathed in a deeper breath of her scent as he let his fingers teased and pull the stiffening nub of her nipple outwards.

"What are you, Ember?" He tilted his head to one side so that his eye was focused on her struggling expression as he teased her.

"A w-wolf." She stumbled over the word and he let out snarl of amusement before shaking his head back and forth.

"A wolf? That's not right, is it Ember? That's not right at all." He murmured and gently squeezed her breast before rearing up onto his feet so that he towered over her. "Should I teach you what you are?"

"I'm a wolf!" Ember snapped out at him and her eyes began to clear, and he curled his lips up in a wicked smile.

Sithen dropped his paw from her breast as he felt his heart surging and more of his ebony shaft pushing free of his vent. He was tempted to throw her down on all fours and breed her, but he wanted to teach her as much as he wanted to breed her. He licked his lips with a flick of his tongue and gripped her hips firmly before pulling her way from the door. Her form twisted and tugged backwards against him as he gave her a firm push towards one of the many piles of pillows. But it was one that held a hoop above it for a purpose he intended to put to use. She stumbled and moved her hand out to catch herself as she tripped in the quasi-darkness.

"Not like that, little wolf, we don't want you to miss the show." He hissed in her ear as she nearly fell to her knees. He pulled her up against him firmly.

"Let go of me!" Ember's words came out in a gasp, but lacked force as there was a tremor to him. He lowered his head and used his tongue tip to swipe in a slow teasing circle right along the apex of her nipple. He teased it just long enough to coax a protesting cry from her throat.

He twisted her around so that she faced away from him as he dropped down onto the silks. He spread his large wings behind to brace himself as he caught her wrists in his hands and gave them a squeeze. She writhed in his grip as he used his larger form to stretch her arms into the air high above her. Her amber eyes caught the moonlight in an outraged look as she was forced to lean forward as he used his free hand to grip her hip. He pulled her back into his lap until he felt her furred rump cheeks brushing against the hardness of his cock tip. His shaft flexed and splattered out a few musky drops of his scent against her fur as he released her hip once she'd settled against his lap. Her body stiffened and she heard her breathing speed up and her tail jerked against him.

Sithen ran his paw lightly along her inner thigh and briefly slipped down so that it brushed against her belly and then lower. For a moment he trailed his fingers right along the softer fur just to either side of her mound. The wolf went stiff in his grip as he massaged along the outer lips gently and let one of his fingers trail along them. They felt almost feverishly hot to his touch and swollen as he curled his finger until he could use his knuckle to lightly brush back and forth over her clit. He teased up and down slowly while she gave a short buck against him. Her hips pushed back against his hardened cock so that the heavy shaft was seated right between her rump cheeks.

"STOP THAT!" Ember's voice came out high and panicked in response to his teasing. "P-please."

"I am going to show you what you are, and you will watch and learn." He arched his wedge shaped head above her own so that he could look along the pale exposed breasts and stomach.

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Ember tried to snarl out at her captor as her hands were strained so far back that she was arching as she was pulled onto him. The hard chest scales rubbed against her back, but that wasn't what had her embarrassed, enraged and aroused. She could feel the heavy dark shaft riding right along the line of her rump cheeks until the wet tip grazed against the small of her back. She tried to find the words to snap back at him, but she was given no chance. One of his paws moved to stroke just between her legs and started to lightly rub along her outer folds. The gentle touch made her tense up as just the faintest touch sent a tremor of eager pleasure through her. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to keep her attention focused on something other then what he was doing, but the dragon had other plans.

The fingers curled and the blunt knuckle gently brushed against the swollen bud of her clit until she yelped out raggedly in reaction to the sensation of being stroked. Her inner walls contracted as she arched her back and felt the heavy shaft pushing harder right against her rump cheeks. The scent of him surrounded her as she fought to pull her hands free, but his grip refused to give way. The knuckle rubbed and circled around her soft sensitive clit until her hips gave a trembling buck forward. It made her heart beat faster and some twisted part of her wanted to grind back against him eagerly. She tried to stop herself, but she found herself arching her hips up and her tail jerked a bit higher in the air. The feel of the ridged cock rubbing against her rump cheeks was light a sweet torture as the rubbing along her clit stopped so that the fingers cupped against her mound.

"You are very very eager, sweet Ember." The voice murmured mockingly in her ear. "Do you want me to truly stop."

"Y-yes." She panted out the words despite the fact her enflamed folds made it hard to think about anything. The dragon's hot tongue flicked out against her neck and the hands slipped away leaving her plumped lips glistening and alone between her legs.

She didn't have long to wonder what he was doing. The dragon shifted just enough to one side that she was partially jostled and then the other hand reached up to stroke her arms. The fingers were damp as they brushed along her forearms and she flushed in humiliation at how her body had betrayed her, but she had other things to worry about. The dragon drew silk cords up along her arms and she twisted her head up to look at him in the dim light. Long lengths of the stuff were held in his hand and he began to use it to wrap around her forearms. They wrapped round her wrists and worked their way up along her forearms so that they were forced together at an awkward angle.

She was stretched up just a bit more until her upper back left his chest and her wrists were hung over something that dangled from the ceiling. She whimpered out as her weight was mostly taken on her arms. It would have been fine if she had been standing, the height would have just had her arms raised slightly, but sitting down it made her lean forward over herself so that she was looking down at her own belly and the curve of her loins. She could see her own spade shaped mound and the swollen looking lips that were pursed together and glistened in the light. She was wet, almost embarrassingly wet. It made her flatten her ears down against her head as the dragon's hands moved to grip against either side of her hips and pulled her back.

"One last chance, lovely wolf. What are you?" The question was whispered in her ear as intimately as any lovers and her hips were forced up higher and higher in the air. The cock dragged long her ass cheeks as she balled her bound hands up.

The wolf squeezed her eyes shut and fought the sensations that were making her feel as if she were losing her grip on herself. "I'm.. a... wolf.." She got the words out from between gritted teeth only to end it with a sharp protesting snarl.

The fingers that had stroked her upper legs gripped them harder and pulled them forward. Her arms bent behind her so that she was awkwardly stretched out and the dragon's warm breath tickled the back of her neck. "You will, scream for me, my wolf. And you will tell me what you are."

Ember jerked and let out a sharp cry as the fangs snapped out and gripped the scruff of her neck with a hot puff of air. She writhed and twisted against the dragon, but Sithen's hold only tensed up against her upper thighs until they were spread apart to either side of him. She twisted and fought against the silk that wrapped around her wrists, but she couldn't break free of it. She tried to jerk forward, but it only bit painfully against her flesh. The position he placed her body made it natural that she look down the line of her body and she was able to watch the heavy draconic shaft slip between her legs until the oozing tip brushing right against her swollen sensitive folds. The ridges rubbed along the outer lips as her rump was left pressed against his belly and the hold on her neck tensed up as if warning her to keep her head down and watching. Her eyes bulged slightly in terror as she realized what he meant to do.

"Please.. please..please.." She panted the words before whimpering out as the tip brushed almost gently against the plush outer lips and spilled out a hot roll of precum that clung in strands to her folds. The wolf tried to think, but panic and arousal mingled together. She was in heat! He couldn't do this!

She wanted to say something, anything to stop the dragon, but her mind refused to work. Her only thoughts flared with need that made her incredibly aware of the heat of the ebony cock that rubbed against her outer folds and brushed lightly back and forth. Ember's breathing started to come in short harsh pants as she moved her hips only to feel the tip lightly spread the folds and catch right against her clit. Her breath caught in her throat before she whimpered it out and watched as her own wetness came away on the tip. Her own arousal. She drew in a breath, but it caught in her throat as the drake's hips gave a roll upwards and the tip pushed up harder against her soft folds and pushed them inwards with the pressure.

The hands that gripped her hips clenched down and the wolf let out a high pitched cry as the cock tip forced her folds to splay open wider and wider. The inner muscles struggled as the first rich jet of precum erupted into her passage to mingle with her own arousal. It was like nothing she had ever experienced, like nothing she had ever been prepared to experience. Her entire body tensed up and she arched her back higher as the drake gave a slow push upwards again and the first ridge started to force it's way into her body. The tip caressed her and stroked as she clenched down around it and felt trapped against the drake as he began to claim her. Some tiny part of her mind screamed for her to find a way out, but she couldn't answer, she didn't want to answer.

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Sithen cut off a snarl of pleasure as he felt the feverishly hot folds spreading around him as he pushed his hips up. He had to fight not to bite harder against her scruff as he forced the wolf to watch as his cock began to claim her virginity. The walls wrapped around him and squeezed so tightly that he was struggling against them every inch of the way. The first few ridges popped in with lewd wet noises and he felt the internal muscles contracting down around him and trying to pull him in deeper. The wolf writhed against him and he felt her trembling as her tail jerked against his belly. Every breath he took was heavy with the sweet fertile scent of her. The promise that her body was his to claim in every way, the promise of seeing it swollen and heavy with his clutch. He slipped one of his hands up to brush over her breast just as she cried out and jerked her hips down against him in a buck.

He answered that need, he rolled his hips up in a short hard thrust that forced the ridges into her stretching passage. The very tip of him grazed along her passage as her walls clamped down almost painfully tight when he drew backwards. The ridges popped free with lewd wet noises as he drew nearly all the way out and then pushed himself forward again. The wolf went stiff and she cried out as his shaft plunged deeper into her all the way to the point that his base knot brushed against her outer lips and he moved his hands up to cup against the curve of her breasts. He squeezed down gently against them and squeezed his eyes shut at the intoxicating feel of virginal muscles suckling and pulling around him oh so greedily.

He puffed out a hot breath against the curve of her neck as he drove himself all the way in until he could feel the barrier of her cervix pushed right up against his shaft tip. His stomach tensed up before he spilled out a hot rush of precum, already laden with his sperm, to splash up against it before he drew backwards again. The way the walls milked and pulled around him set him on edge as he ran his talons along her breasts and felt her back arching. He refused to let her head up, he refused to let her look away from what he was doing, but he felt her responding. Felt in the way her hips jerked backwards to grind against him each time he pulled back before plunging in and hitting right up against her cervix. His tip probed against the tender opening there at the apex of each thrust.

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Ember's mind refused to make sense of anything. She couldn't think, she couldn't breathe, she couldn't manage to do more than cry out as the thick ridges pushed into her body and tugged along her passage. Her walls clamped down tightly and automatically so that when he pulled backwards a flash of pleasure ran through her. She drew in a trembling breath and panted it out while her breasts were soon cupped against the scaled hands and caressed. Her world narrowed down to the heat and pleasure of her body as the drake let out a low snarling sound and bucked his hips up until the thickness of his base bumped against her swollen outer folds and the tip mashed up against her cervix. Something hot and wet oozed out of the tip and coated her walls before he started to draw backwards again.

She clenched her fingers into fists until she felt them whiten, but it was only helping brace her for the thrust forward that plunged the ridges into her passage. The scoop shaped tip shoved right up against her cervix and put enough pressure on it that she cried out, but then he was drawing back again. She could hear and feel the wetness being pushed out around him as she jerked her tail up high and watched as her body was stretched almost impossibly wide around the onyx shaft. It was large, far far larger then anything the wolf had ever possessed and it forced her outer lips to yawn open and squeeze around it. The ridges pulled lewdly around her folds until she watched slippery strands clinging along them and her outer folds. It was humiliating, it was embarrassing, and all she wanted was to feel it go deeper inside of her.

She whined out breathily and the teeth nipped a bit more firmly against her scruff as the powerful hips rolled back and forth so the ridges teased and rubbed through her. She clenched and tried to jerk her hips back as the tip pushed up hard and tight against her cervix before drawing back. Each thrust forward she was forced to watch herself nearly stretching around the thickened base and each drag backwards she watched the ridges pulling free. The ridges themselves pulled and stimulated her as she writhed against the dragon's lap. She felt the teeth gripping at her scruff and didn't care. She fought against them as she cried out raggedly as the next thrust bucked her upwards a bit harder and she felt the tip shoving up tight and hard against her cervix. The pressure grew and made her tense up as she snapped her jaws closed with a rough whine.

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Sithen squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on nothing but the feel of the walls wrapping around him time and again. His breathing came in short puffs as he felt the silken passage straining open wide at every thrust as he bottomed out time and again against the cervix. It made his crest flatten as he felt his knot shoving right up against her outer lips each time, denied the clutching heated embrace of her body. He moved his hands down to run along the curve of her belly and gripped her tightly before loosening his grip on her nape. His lips curled back in a feral snarl as he gave another sharp thrust that forced his tip right up against the cervix and felt the opening spread slightly.

"What... are... you..?" Sithen snarled the words out as the wolf's body shuddered against him. Her breathing was short and sharp, and punctuated with whimpering sounds of pleasure. "Answer me.. wolf..." He forced his hips to hold still despite the contractions of the passage wrapping around him."

"Please.." Her voice was almost a begging tone. "Please..."

"Do I stop now..?" He licked the curve of her neck and felt her tense up before he rolled his hips just enough to slip on slippery ridge out before forcing it back in again.

"I am yours." Ember's words came out softly, so softly, but they came out as music to the drakes ears. His wings flicked against the ground before he leaned up and unhooked her bound hands.

She dropped them as he surged up behind her and forced her to her knees with her hands unsteadily bracing her. His shaft shoved in deep while he moved his hand to support her belly as he gave a hard thrust that used the muscles along his back and even his tail. He started to thrust in hard sharp movements that barely let an inch of his cock slip free before driving in. His eyes bled over red as he felt the cervix stretching open wider and wider with each thrust. He nipped sharply against the curve of his slave's neck and his lips drew back in a soft snarl. So close, so very close. And his, all his. His to claim, his to breed, his to have. His mind fogged over as he felt the tight opening of the cervix stretching further up along his cock and gave one last thrust forward.

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Ember's mind was lost somewhere in the darkness of pleasure that was pounding through her body. She didn't care that she had admitted it, she didn't care about anything except the pleasure that was forming along her loins and the feel of the cock surging towards that part of her that ached with need. She wanted it, needed it, craved it. She nearly fell on her chest as Sithen unhooked her arms, but she was able to brace herself as his weight pressed against her back and his hips gave a short hard thrust. The tip forced itself so deep inside of her that she felt parts of her stretching that made her stomach contract. She squeezed tightly around the cock as inch by inch the thickened base started to plunge into her body. Her outer lips were forced open and strained to wrap around the knot as she let out a high pitched cry.

It was nearly a scream as the dragon's teeth gripped her and the hips gave a shove forward that forced the thickened tip through her cervix. The ridges tugged along the edge as he sank into her fertile womb and the tip swelled open wider and wider. When he tried to pull back the foreknot locked itself within her body leaving her clenching and squeezing around him. The base pushed forward and her folds yawned impossibly wide as pleasure crashed around her. The knot rubbed right over her clit as he sank inwards with a lewd popping noise and tied within her quivering pulsing passage. Each tremor of pleasure came with a contraction that pulled around the cock within her and then her master released her neck and bugled out.

The wolf was nearly knocked down as his hips jerked forward and she felt the pulse running along the swollen length. The ridges helped lock him in place as the first sperm rich rope of semen erupted out his tip and spilled into her passage. It flowed deep within her and flooded her fertile womb with each pulse. She could feel the heat spreading as her passage milked and squeezed round him, she tried to pull more into her as another hot goopy spill drooled and her body was overrun with the virile sperm flowing towards her ripe eggs. She couldn't even think past the pleasure that still made her heart beat be felt all through her body and her walls milking around him. She couldn't worry about the hot flow that threatened to ravage her ovulating form.

After several minutes the dragon's head dropped against her shoulder and licked along the fur of her neck. The hard pulses slowed to a steady drool as the swollen knots ensured that there'd be no escaping his seed. It pooled deep in her womb as he let it do its best to ensure she grew swollen and heavy. She couldn't think of anything but the dizzying pleasure that blurred the lines of her own personality. His hand moved and cupped against her muzzle before forcing it back so that she stared at the brilliant ruby red eyes.

"What are you, wolf?" The words were a purr, thick and deep so that she felt the vibrations running down her spine. She swallowed roughly and licked her lips.

"Yours, Master." She lowered her eyes and purposely pushed her hips back to keep the shaft driven inside of her as deep as she could possibly manage it. "I am yours."