Breeding the Whore
Zala
The room was cast into darkness with just enough light that she could see the red drake dropping his bag by the door and locking the dead bolt. Tama watched him with wide eyes as she drew in a shivering breath and started to let out a soft shivering sigh as she looked around the room. Zala had brought her to yet another room she'd never seen before. The red drake had hired her three times this week and each time he had taken her to a different hotel, a different room, a different part of town. The only thing that remained the same was her fee and his cocky assurance that she would remain with him throughout the evening. An assurance that she couldn't even protest, even if she had wanted to.
"Take off your clothes, Tamma.." The dragon purred out as he shrugged out of his coat and she tensed up slightly.
"We haven't.. Negotiated.." She licked her whiskers nervously as he dropped the coat down to the floor and started to unbutton his shirt.
The pale lioness froze as he didn't even raise his head to look at her. Another room, another client, another night that she was forced into a position to pleasure males because she lacked enough of an education to get a decent job. She had walked the streets for the last year and still she couldn't stand herself for doing it. Couldn't stand that she continued to do it for a wad of bills that kept her fed and clothes. Her white gold paws moved to her shirt hesitantly. It was thin enough that it didn't quite protect her from the cold. It didn't even allow her enough protection to keep her teeth from chattering, but it brought her clients and now more than ever she was able to pay a higher fee.
Zala had singled her out last week, his nostrils flaring and his smile sinful as he came to her on the streets and slipped a hand around her waist. The soft sweet scent of her starting heat had lured him as surely as the pied pipers song and he had started to visit her often. Customers would pay high money for a whore that was in heat, she was tighter, more eager, and more passionate in those moments and she took more risks. Her fertile state was no protection against a dragon, not when they seemed able to mingle their genes with any predator. But there was a reason she had paid out the money to buy condoms that would withstand the crimson drake that slipped his shirt off and bared his broad chest. His tapered muzzle turned towards her with his tongue flickering out with a short flutter of his tongue tip.
"Negotiate? I thought we would handle things up to the standard, my dear." His voice was deeper and her padded nose twitched as she slipped her shirt off.
"Three thousand for tonight, and I've paid for the condoms and brought enough to satisfy you until dawn." She stumbled over the words as he tilted his head and her paws froze on her white belly and started to slip her fingers under the edge.
"Three thousand? Are you a nemian lioness? Some rare breed that would bring any clutch of mine to greater strength and grace?" Zala let out a short barking laugh as he loosened his pants and padded towards her.
"I'm not carrying a clutch. Three thousand for a night, as many times as you want. The condom is not being negotiated." Her voice trembled on the last as the drake continued to advance.
She was a lion. She was a graceful predator with claws that could easily tear through scales if she tried. Her teeth were sharp white and glistened. But watching the dragon stalk towards her she felt frozen in place, as if she were a rabbit facing a fox's patient stalking, knowing she couldn't run in time. Her heart started to beat a bit faster as she scrambled backwards at the last minute and pushed her back up against the wall as his hands moved to either side. His muzzle was nearly bumping against her own as he let out a trembling growl that vibrated deep in his chest. The sharp coppery musk filled her muzzle as she flattened her ears and automatically moved her paws up to shove against his chest roughly in an attempt to push him back away from her. She felt the heat of his body as his head dropped and his teeth nipped roughly against her neck.
"No." She got the words out flatly while she pressed her back harder against the wall. "Find another whore, I'm not signing up to be bred."
"You came... I don't see that you can stop it.." His tongue scraped down along the curve of her collar bone as she started to shake.
"No! A condom or nothing!" She snarled the words and unsheathed her claws, but Zala seemed to know what she'd do. Perhaps he fantasized that she'd struggle, perhaps he just knew her after so many nights taking her and planning how he would attack her.
His paws moved down to her hips and suddenly yanked her forward. His teeth snapped down right over the smooth vulnerable expanse of her throat as she hauled her upwards and she struggled back. The more she struggled, the harder the teeth clamped down against her so the breath came out in rough wheezing gasps. Her claws scrabbled a little against his chest as he twisted his body and threw her down against the bed. The head board clattered against the wall hard enough that she heard bits of plaster fall down. She didn't look to see the damage, her eyes were locked on the wild eyed dragon that loomed over her. The dim light reflected in his eyes as he flared his nostrils and spread his muzzle to lick at the air. Drawing in deep lungfuls of her fertile scent while his tail snapped behind him.
Oh god... god no... Tamma scrambled backwards in panic.
There were a hundred fates that a prostitute feared in her work and accepted in exchange for money and safety. She had accepted them all from being dumped in a ditch to being abused badly enough to see the ER to being thrown in jail. She had never imagined being faced with a beast that was obviously keenly interested in not only fucking her, but breeding her as if she were nothing more than a brood mare. She shoved out with a foot paw and sucked in a rough breath as he dropped down against the bed and curled his fingers against her pants so he could yank against them. The world was narrowed down to the violent grip of his paws on her and the harsh raw male musk as he grew more and more aroused.
The sense was leaving his eyes. They weren't the bright intelligence that she had been used to seeing when he hired her on, but the blank look of a feral giving into instincts that were better left unsaid. Her pants were pulled down as his head darted and licked right along her bared breasts. The slippery tongue uncoiled and twisted right along the apex of her nipple as she kicked at him. It didn't stop the tugs from rolling the material down and catching her panties so her cries for him to stop were lost. He removed her clothing with little more than a final jerk that forced her lower towards the foot of the bed. She let out a ragged snarl and moved her hand down to catch against his own to try and struggle with having it torn away from her.
"DON'T! I said NO!" She snarled and dug her claws against the scales.
Zala tilted his head up and yanked his hand backwards regardless of her claws. Her pants fell away leaving the soft white inner thigh fur bared, the swollen mound exposed with the slight hint of gleaming wetness standing out against the softer fur. Her own sweeter scent hit the air as she was left shaking on the bed and struggling to push him away.
"You can't rape a whore. Be grateful I'm giving you the chance for honorable motherhood." Zala barked out a rough laugh and pushed her back with his hands gripping against her shoulders.
He licked down along the edges of her upper chest and rubbed roughly right against the sensitive nub of her nipples as they stood out from within the white fur. She stifled a snarl as his weight pushed down and pinned her in place no matter how much she writhed. And worst of all... the world smelled of male. Not male lion, but no matter what species, all males had an undeniable musk that flooded the nose and made her lower body tighten almost painfully. The sweet scent of estrus was only driving him on as his hips wriggled his loosened pants. She jerked backwards as the edge of the pants dropped down low enough that the gleaming black head slipped into view. Glistening slippery precum oozed from the tip as his teeth nipped sharply right against the tip of the nipple and gave a short pull that coaxed a cry from her throat.
His hands moved downwards from her shoulders and pushed down against her hips as he started to lick down along her stomach. She pushed at his head, but her paws didn't budge the red scaled head. His breath was so hot, so terribly hot, as it ruffled her fur and the tongue left a wet trail that moved all the way down towards the lower curve of her stomach. The fur matted while she moved a foot paw up and tried to shove it against his chest. His teeth suddenly snapped down and nipped right against her belly button and dug into that softness. She cried out and Tamma squeezed her eyes shut as the red drake tucked his head down and suddenly flicked his tongue down between her thighs.
It drew a gasping sob from her throat as the slippery tongue ran along her swollen outer lips and the sensitive nerves that were oh so ready to be teased. She jerked her hips back, but the tongue lewdly curled back and forth, they pushed and tried to shove it forward again. Her own body responded to the touch, no matter the anger, fear, and shame that she felt, her body ran on instincts older than time. The harder he licked the slicker she became, the scent of her growing as she felt his hot breath hitting over her folds as he flicked his tongue outwards to push her outer lips open and curled between them. His rumble of pleasure vibrated her as he drew his tongue tip all the way up towards her clit and swallowed the wetness with a rumble.
The hands moved down to curl against her ankles and suddenly gripped around them tightly enough that she let out a screeching protest. She tried to tense the muscles up to stop the movement, but she couldn't. His muscles strained as he shoved her legs upwards so her knees were pushed towards her chest and her body was bared to him. Tamma snarled out as the tongue suddenly drove inwards. He didn't tease or try to make her enjoy it, he simply forced the slimy tongue into her body and started to rub along her quivering muscles. The walls started to clamp down tightly as she let out a short hissing cry, and the tongue plunged forward again. It started to curl at the tip and drag outwards.
The lioness arched her back and clenched her teeth together as the powerful strokes started to make her tense up. They were deliberately stroking and working over her swollen passage. It didn't' matter that she was a whore, her heat swelled and tightened her body even as it spread parts of her open in preparation for virile sperm ready to end her torment. She snapped her teeth a little bit to try and bite off a groan as the tongue edged deeper, pushing the thickest portion of the base into her body. The walls yawned open wider and wider while she moved her paws up and gripped the head board.
"Please... don't.." She panted the words out and the drake's long tongue slowly slipped outwards. A lewd wet noise as it pulled free and the glittering crimson muzzle lifted up.
"Whore, I will make you the mother of my clutch. You should be proud..." The drake's breath was short and panting, heedless of the fear in her eyes. "Do you think I found you by mistake? Do you think that I paid for your services because I cannot find a female of my own?"
"Then find one to breed!" She snapped out and his claws clutched her ankles as he stood up with a shake. She caught a glimpse of the proud ridges of his shaft gleaming in the light as the viscous precum oozed downwards over the tip and dribbled over them.
"No, I want you. I want a lioness that is strong and smart, able to add her genes to my own. I will make you swell with my clutch and brood it..." The drakes hands kneaded her ankles as he slipped onto the bed and she watched in fear as the swollen cock became more visible.
The base of it was larger than the rest, a hint of the ridges ran along the underside in just the right position to make sure that it stimulated her. He was big enough that she had been dubious at first, but knowing her heat swollen passage would be spread by the thing sent a fresh shiver through her. Her tail curled upwards and tried to keep herself protected as best she could. It wasn't perfect, but it was the best that she could manage as he slowly released her ankles so her legs fell down on either side of him and the heavy cock slipped upwards to rest right along her estrus swollen mons.
"I.. don't.. want.. this..." She snarled out each word as his weight pushed down against her. She reached a paw back to slap him, and he caught it and forced it down against the bed.
"You're a whore, of course you want it..." Zala's dark laughter sent a shiver down her spine as the tapered tip dropped down and a whimper burst out of her.
The tip oozed thick viscous dribbles of precum right over her outer lips, she could feel it rubbing right between her folds while she remained tensed up as he trailed his tip down right over her clit. She pushed against his chest, her lips wrinkled back in a snarl, but his own head darted down. Sharp teeth clamped down against her neck as his weight pressed down a bit harder and the tip trailed down low enough that she felt it brushing right up against her passage. The oozing warmth of the precum spilled over her as he ran his fingers up against her hips and pulled them upwards. He deliberately rubbed his tip right against her opening as she felt the teeth clamping down in silent promise that if she struggled too much, struggled too hard, he would end her entirely.
Tamma dug her clawed paws into his chest with a snarl before his hips rolled forward and forced a screech from her lips. The bare cock pushed forward and forced her silken walls open ever so slowly, straining the swollen passage wider and wider. The drake's breath came out in a hiss as his cock was wrapped in the feverish heat of her body and a thick syrupy dribble of precum oozed into her greedy body. She flattened her ears and cried out as her body betrayed her. Her muscles contracted tightly and hugged around him, squeezing him tightly within her passage as slowly he rolled his hips forward. The pressure continued to grow as the ridges popped in with lewd wet noises, plucking right along her opening before slipping in to be clutched around.
"OH GOD! STOP IT! STOP!" Her snarl rose up frantically as her walls pulsed and pulled around him harder.
His loud prumming purr was her only response as another ridge popped into her body. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to ignore the fact that nerves that were only too eager were being caressed. She knew those ridges, she had taken them before, she had felt the way they stroked her, but not like this. They felt larger and thicker as her tight inner walls were pried open and the tip continued to plunge into her passage. The drooling tip forced precum into her as he lowered himself with deliberate slowness as if he enjoyed the fact she was writhing under him in reaction. Was he enjoying her struggles? Mocking her? She cried out when his hips a final jerking push forward so that the thick knot shoved forward against her outer folds and she cried out roughly. Her body rocked backwards as he forcibly drove himself inwards until her folds yawned open wider and wider.
"STOP!" Her shriek burst out of her lips before there was an obscene slick noise as his knot sank home and the tapered tip shoved right up against the tender opening of her cervix.
Her claws flexed against his chest in unwilling pleasure, she couldn't stop herself from feeling it. That made it worse, the betrayal of her body as he ground his tip right up against the tender opening and traced back and forth against it. It sent rushes of pleasure that she fought away before his hips drew backwards and pulled his knot out. Ridge after ridge slipped out of her quivering passage and she let out a short harsh cry that made her buck upwards. She tried to stop herself, but the white-gold lioness couldn't stop her knee jerk reactions to her overly sensitive body. The drake only crooned his approval as he pulled nearly half his length out and rubbed the ridges deliberately over that spot just inside of her.
The crimson dragon launched forward in a rough thrust that rocked her against the bed. She screeched out in pleasure and horror as his knot pushed back inside of her and the tip pushed right up against her vulnerable cervix and then he was withdrawing again. She shoved against his chest, she tried to writhe backwards, but his hands gripped her hips and pulled her down with a groan. He rubbed himself along her passage in smooth slow thrusts that were meant to stimulate her. The ridges caressed and tugged lightly while she sucked in a harsh breath and let out a cry when his tip drove itself right up against her cervix. It probed lewdly and a thick viscous dribble of precum drooled out of the tip as she felt it spilling into her body.
Her back arched up as the heat slipped through her passage and her heart started to pound faster. It wasn't his seed, but already that precum was laden with eager sperm willing to push into her body, a hint of what was to come. He pulled backwards roughly enough that a dribble of his precum and her own shameful arousal was pulled with it before plunging forward. His hands moved from her hips and gripped against her ankles and forced her knees up against her chest. He loomed over her, an implacable form in the darkness as his lips wrinkled back and he snarled out roughly and started to thrust in short hard strokes. The pace punishing, meant to force her body to respond, not because he cared about her pleasure. Zala didn't try to make her get worked up because he wanted her to find it pleasurable, oh no, darker intents lurked in his mind.
The knot pushed in and pulled out with the ridges tugging through her and forcing her to writhe backwards while she flattened her ears fully against her head. He would make her body respond, make her heart pound as he found the swollen sensitive nerves meant to make her fertile. Meant to make her receptive to his seed as his breathing was short and hot. He released her neck with a snarl as the base of his cock plunged upwards against her outer lips and started to stretch her wider and wider. The knot was swelling open so that each time he sank in her body jerked as he had to wedge and force himself inwards.
"DAMN YOU! STOP!" Her roar of protest was shamed by a sharper cry as the ridges rubbed over her g-spot. Her cheeks burned in utter humiliation and despair. She couldn't stop herself.
"I'll pay you well, whore." The red drake's lips twisted back in a rough snarl as his hips hammered harder and faster.
Only the knot pulled out and then pushed her outer folds inwards again as she was stretch open so wide, so terribly wide. She had felt his knot before, but her body was so tight that she rocked up with a soft cry and her paws shoved against his shoulders as he slammed forward with his knot sinking in with a lewd slick sound. The cock tip drove up against her cervix, probing lewdly along the tender opening that her estrus had started to spread open to allow for her best chances at being bred. When he pulled back he was forced to pin her lower body against the ground and snarl out as he struggled to pull his way free. With a final yank the knot popped free with a wet noise before he drove forward again. The rough slam rubbed right up against her clit and ground against it as her back arched up.
"PULL IT OUT DAMNIT!" She shoved wildly against him, a striking blow with her paws that he responded too by moving his hands up to pin her arms above her head.
His wild face hovered above her own with his jaws parted and his breathing come in harsh pants as he drove forward again and tried to pry her open. Her achingly sensitive body trembled as inch by inch he forced her. Her legs jerked and her body tensed up as she felt her walls opening to him. She pulled against the grip of his hands against her, but he shoved her down harder and the knot continued to plunge forward. His hips were trembling against her before he slammed forward hard enough he drove a squeal from her lips, almost blocking out the sound of the knot popping into her body with a lewd sound of precum and her arousal being forced out around him. It coated her inner thighs messily while she tried to pull away, but his cock was starting to pulse.
Each beat swelled the knot open wider and wider. Her inner walls stretching almost to the point of pain as the ridges became more defined. His cock tip nudged right up against her cervix and he pushed forward. Zala pinned her down roughly enough to push the breath from her, but he wasn't doing it to make her be still. Instead, the very tip of his cock yawned the tender opening of her cervix open and he pushed into the aching channel as his knot swelled open as wide as it could to lock her against him. Tamma's ears flattened and her head jerked backwards, trying to deny what he was doing, trying to find a way out.
Zala's head lifted and he snarled out as the first hot pulse throbbed within her swollen passage. The cock tip flexed before the first thick rush of his cum erupted from it and flooded through the opening of her cervix. There was no barrier to protect her, no hope that it wouldn't find it's mark, the thick gooey seed flooded her with each spurt that pushed the rest inwards. Millions of sperm flooding her in the first few pulses as her fertile womb was invaded. And her body, her damned treacherous body, milked and squeezed around him. She squeezed him and pulled so the thick pearly splashes were forced ever deeper into her. The lioness writhed against the bed, her breathing ragged as the ridges rubbed through her and he gave a slow deliberate roll back and forth.
The tip pulled back just enough that some of the goopy thick cum oozed along her channel; she could feel it slickening around the dark onyx shaft, before he pushed forward to plug her again. The warmth spread through her lower belly and she balled her fists up with a weak cry as he bred her. His breath came in short hard pants and his hips gave a slow rub back and forth before he settled down above her. The thick ooze of his cum didn't escape; it remained trapped inside of her no matter how badly she wished that she could find a way free.
"Good... little... whore..." The drake panted down at her and his fingers moved to massage right against the curve of her hips.
"I... didn't want this..." She hissed out, rage filling her voice as he let out a barking laugh. Laughter at her! He mocked her!
"Oh I think you will..." The red drake murmured softly before grinding forward again and forced a groan from her throat. "Why settle for a life on the streets, I'm sure I can find work enough for you..."
~ ~ * ~ ~
The master's voice came out in a hiss in the darkness, a sound that signaled her to lift her head as his hips pulled back from the sleek black scaled female that he had pinned beneath him. His breathing was fast and hard while she pushed herself up and watched as his dark ridged cock pulled from her body with a wet spill of pearly seed. The cum oozed still from his tip and rolled right down along the edge of his ridges. The lioness whimpered softly and pushed herself upwards awkwardly, her belly so swollen that she could barely move as the eggs grew and forced her to stretch open wider and wider. The lioness' finally got to her knees just as Zala stepped back from his latest prize.
He didn't look down at her or acknowledge her. She didn't need it. The lioness pinned her ears back and stood up on her knees so she could cup his hips with her paws. Her tongue flicked out and caught right against the tapered tip of his cock so that the salty cum rubbed into her muzzle. She scooped it up greedily; she had been trained to accept this gift. She licked with firm strokes while guiding him deeper into her muzzle. She pushed downwards and let out a soft noise as the tip started to slip along her tongue and towards her throat. His hand moved down to grip the back of her neck before he rolled forward so she could clean him properly.
The soft sobbing sounds of the dragoness came to her ears as she did her duty. Soft cries that echoed in the room they had rented. The red drake's fingers teased along the back of her neck.
"You'll make a better servant then a whore, little dragon." He purred to his latest prize, the scent of her heat still rich in the air.