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With eyes fixed on the floor ten feet ahead of her, Leul the Vulpelin slave hurried down a plain stone corridor that was clearly proportioned for a creature twice her size. With both forepaws she held a salver of mugs of hot wine above her head. Barely looking where she was going, she rounded a corner and halted abruptly. Ten feet in front of her stood a pair of hirsute, gray-white legs with trimmed fur and black-nailed hind paws, and above these the insignia of the Lupaoran Infantry and a wolf skull on an armored breastplate. She recognized this armor at once as belonging to Rjaga, one of the Lord Auraphin's top generals.

Leul tried to walk around him, but Rjaga moved to stand in her way. She could not see his face for the tray that was obstructing her overhead vision. A moment later the tray was lifted gently from her paws, and she heard a familiar voice say: "May I help you to carry this?"

Leul tried in vain to retrieve it from him, but he held it out of her reach. "Hey!" she cried. "Someone's going to be looking for that!"

"It's all right," said the Lupaoran general, setting it aside on the floor behind him. "Let them wait. My servants keep a burner going in my mansion night and day. We can heat them again. Relax."

Leul examined her tormentor's face. A long, pale scar on his face traversed his left eye, which had been replaced with a dead, unseeing sphere of white glass. The scar's divide nearly reached the bottom of his notched left ear, while his right ear contained two notches, and his nose and jaws were scarred from countless bloody campaigns. He was, Leul thought, simply the ugliest Lupaor she had ever seen.

At that moment his large, gray forepaw grasped her around her slender waist, and Leul was led aside against her will toward the wall of the corridor.

"Wait!" she called out, as Rjaga pressed her delicate, brown-furred back against the wall. "Do you know who I am? I'm Leul! I've slept with the Lord Auraphin. I'm his most favorite!"

"I know who you are, Leul," answered Rjaga, straddling her against the wall with both forepaws on her shoulders. "And believe me," he said, as he rammed his meat into Leul's tight sex and began to slide it rapidly in and out of her, "Auraphin has more than a hundred favorites. He won't miss one for half an hour." His forceful thrusts pushed her frail body against the wall, and the steel wolf skull insignia throbbed in Leul's face the entire time as he possessed her.

Rjaga came three times as he ravished her, but Leul was brought to climax only once, though she remained proud of herself that she had managed to avoid doing so more than once. Each time Rjaga came he pulled out of her and, forcing her to kneel in front of him, unleashed great, spurting jets of white cum onto her face. Afterwards, Rjaga licked what was left of his leavings from her face and then forced her to lick him clean, curling the fur of his crotch with her tongue until it glistened.

When it appeared to her that the Lupaoran was about to have a go at her for the fourth time, Leul reached out quickly with both forepaws, grasped him by his huge, hairy genitals, and pulled downward with all her strength.

The response was immediate. Rjaga was brought to his knees instantly, howling in pain. He regained his feet almost at once, but not before Leul had already taken off down the hall, carrying the tray above her head.

Snarling, Rjaga did not follow her. He turned and walked the other way, while in a low voice he declared to the empty corridor, "Little Vulpelin bitch, you're about to wish you'd never been born." He limped away in the other direction.

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A pair of aged, male Lupaorans lounged in a richly furnished drawing room lined with bookshelves and illuminated by gas-lamps. They sat in twin, overstuffed chairs with their white-furred tails tucked halfway down between the cushions, facing one another on either side of a game of chess, and speaking in low voices, though they were clearly the only ones in the room. Two mugs rested on the table between them.

"If I'm able to get a few things resolved later today in Committee," said Ouruz, the one on the left, "I may be able to join you afterwards for another game. But my afternoon's going to be wall-to-wall business, plus a scheduled appearance."

"Oh?" replied the one on the right, Anghuz, as he moved one of the pieces on the board. "Who's asked you to speak?"

"Well, in addition to that, ah, situation with which we're all familiar, the Court has adopted a proposal authored by me, along with several others, to send expeditions to the deserts north of the Yehamoth Fall-off to make contact with a certain warlord of the Ophidiavars who's apparently made quite a reputation for himself there. Of course, any expedition would need to include sacrifices. The presentation will be this afternoon."

"I'll definitely be there to see you," Anghuz assured his opponent, glaring at the board in concentration. "This afternoon I'd planned on finishing that bottle of whisky I'd saved from earlier. That's all, really."

Ouruz nodded. "Well, if the situation gets any further out of hand--"

Anghuz cut him off. "Where are those drinks I ordered for us a minute ago," he growled, turning to view the doorways. "They should be here--ah, here there are," he exclaimed as Leul ran into the room, panting and holding the tray above her head. She set the tray down, transferred two mugs to the table in front of the Lupaorans, and turned to leave, but Anghuz stopped her.

"Slave!" he barked, and held up the mug from which he'd been drinking, twisting it back and forth by its handle. "This one is empty." He set it on the tray.

"And this is cold," Ouruz observed of his mug, and he set it on the tray.

"And I'll expect you to arrive sooner the next time," Anghuz remonstrated.

Leul hung her head and answered, "Yes, milord."

"And try to compose yourself a little before serving," Anghuz remarked. "No one wants to be served by a panting little Vulpelin slave."

"Yes, milord."

"Well, go on," Anghuz said, turning away from Leul.

The Vulpelin slave left with her tray, hurrying off to serve someone else, and after she had gone, Anghuz sighed into his drink.

"I must be going crazy in my old age. You know, I... Don't ask me to remember all the Lupaorans I've had, but I remember every last one of those little vixens," he murmured.

"I'll admit the creatures never did much for me," replied Ouruz, "but that one was a remarkable specimen."

Anghuz stared at the board in front of him. "I'm too old now."

Ouruz shrugged. "It happens to us all."

At that moment a fully armored warrior of the Lupaoran Infantry rushed into the room where the two of them sat and announced that he bore a message. He was panting slightly, and a light coating of snow dusted his steel-clad shoulders.

"My Lords," he began, "the situation has grown slightly worse."

"Oh, my," murmured Ouruz.

"Damn, blasted thing!" Anghuz bellowed at the top of his voice.

"I think you'd better come with me, my Lords."

Anghuz cursed and Ouruz remained silent as they fastened heavy bearskin cloaks around their necks and exited the palace with the armored Lupaoran warrior walking a few paces ahead of them. They left through a gate that was sealed with a heavy iron door and followed him across an empty, frozen landscape enclosed on all sides by caliginous walls of forest. Along the way they passed the tents and bonfires of several encampments of Waartog mercenaries, nimble Vulpelin poisoners and assassins, sleek, black-furred Panthriav hunters, and even a handful of long-armed, broad-shouldered Ophidiavars, who stood apart from all the others, their torsos uplifted by their long serpentine tails to face one another in a confidential group. These snakelike beings held conference with one another in low, sibilant voices while the others stood listening and flicking their tongues in and out.

Lupaoran officers and sergeants wandered through the encampments, overseeing their mercenary training. An old, white-furred Lupaoran spearwolf instructed a platoon of Waartogs on the use of his weapon of specialty. Ten feet to the right of where he stood, a group of Vulpelins and Panthriavi studied the Lupaoran techniques of pack hunting and using numbers to bring down a greater enemy. Only the Ophidiavars trained alone, and Ouruz watched with interest while he and his companions passed one who was using a huge bow of hornbeam to bury one thick arrow after another completely inside the trunk of an enormous tree.

They arrived presently at an immense cliff-face of bare rock, which marked the end of all travel in that direction, being that its sheer, snow-trimmed surface was more than one quarter of a mile in height. A single aperture pierced the cliff, a cave mouth measuring more than fifty feet from floor to lip, and nearly twice that distance in width. Tall, grim Lupaoran warriors flanked the entrance, standing two to a side, and they all stood at perfect attention as Anghuz and Ouruz passed between them, taking no notice of them at all as they headed down the tunnel towards a crashing, booming sound that grew gradually louder, until it began to shiver the ground beneath their paws.

Half a mile down the tunnel, Anghuz, Ouruz, and their guide turned a corner and reached a place where the passage divagated into two paths. The warrior led them along the right-hand tunnel, which conveyed them swiftly to a cavern of colossal proportions in which more than seventy gray- and black-furred Lupaoran warriors stood guard along the walls. The warriors' collective attention was drawn towards the center of the cave, where an enormous black dragon with an underbelly of gray-green, snakelike scales spread its vast, diaphanous black wings and fanned the chamber with air that smelled of Lupaoran blood and reptile musk. The creature glared at the ring of warriors with furious, blood-red eyes, displaying long, ivory fangs as it breathed a column of lower-temperature flame toward the ones who approached it.

The dragon's massive hind legs had been chained to the floor with a pair of steel manacles. All around it lay the hairy limbs of a score of Lupaorans, all severed from their former owners, who were nowhere to be seen. The dragon heedlessly crushed the limbs underneath its claws as it prowled back and forth, spouting forth flames of no more than fifteen feet in length, while the warriors encircled and taunted the beast incessantly with the points of their thirty-foot awl-pikes.

The dragon's forelimbs had also been fitted with a pair of manacles, but these had both been torn out of the floor of the cave, and were now anchored to the floor solely by two large chunks of unwrought iron that had burst out of the pyramidal-shaped cavities in the floor. The two objects rumbled and skidded every time the creature made a sudden movement, and it cleverly used the heavy weights as obstacles to block the advances of the Lupaorans that continued to assault it.

"He's torn another one of his chains loose," Anghuz mumbled in disbelief.

"At least they've kept his fires low," said Ouruz, indicating the three pikewolves who circled and taunted the creature without cease. "This one regenerates his fires quickly, from what I've been told. In all I'd say we've lost no more than a dozen warriors keeping him in this condition. But it should not be too much longer before we begin to see results. Look at how low his fire burns. Even a creature his size could not keep this up forever."

"As soon as he's burned himself out," Anghuz predicted, "then he'll start to talk. Uroshonth!" he shouted loudly toward the dragon, but he saw no acknowledgement in the creature's expression. "Uroshonth!"

"What's that black ferrule-thing there on end of his tail?" asked Ouruz, pointing toward the dragon's tail. The slender final three feet of his tail were sheathed in a tight, black covering; only the final few inches of serpentine tail were not covered, and into this part of Uroshonth the tightly constrictive black material had squeezed an amount of blood, swelling his tail so that it lost its prehensile character and became dark.

"It's called the Constrictive Sorrow," replied the warrior who had guided them to the cave. "Something our Alchemical Department made for us. We had actually intended to fit it over his snout, so that he would no longer be able to bite us, but the... attack didn't go exactly as planned, and it ended up there, on his tail."

Anghuz stared at the Constrictive Sorrow as he stroked the hairs of his muzzle.

"Has it denied him the use of his tail?" asked Ouruz.

With downcast eyes, the Lupaoran soldier shook his head no.

"Perhaps it's hurting him," Anghuz suggested. "Given some time, it may wear him down." He watched the dragon attack his warriors for a few moments longer before adding, "Perhaps he doesn't even feel it."

"He may not reveal the location of his wealth at first," argued Ouruz. "That may take some time to extract. Are you ready to talk, Uroshonth?" he called out.

The dragon did not respond. Uroshonth continued to defend himself. He snapped the head off of one warrior's pike with his teeth, knocked it out of his jaws with the tip of his tail, and caught the head of the weapon in his fore-claw in almost a single motion. A moment later he cast it straight down into the top of the Lupaoran's hind paw, nailing him to the ground. Then the huge dragon leaped and stretched out both forelimbs, and although the belly-flop he performed looked catastrophic, he successfully tore several long furrows down the front of the armored warrior, lacerating the Lupaoran's face with his claws, tearing his lower jaw loose on one side, and completely shredding his armor. The Lupaoran bayed, screaming once, and then fell dead.

Another warrior who had been standing too close was swept away as the dragon turned over on his side and rapidly made a horseshoe-shape of his body, striking across a broad area with both forelimbs. The second Lupaoran warrior was hurled into a wall, and fell broken and dead afterwards.

It was all over in a moment: two more Lupaoran guards lay dead.

A third warrior charged Uroshonth from behind, and the dragon quickly turned and struck like a snake, biting off his attacker's head and killing him instantly. At that moment the dragon's red-eyed visage swung to face Anghuz and Ouruz, and he spat out the warrior's severed head, which landed at the feet of the pair of Lupaorans.

"Talk to that," Uroshonth growled.

"You're not making this any easier on yourself," Ouruz rebuked him mildly.

"Tell us where the treasure is," Anghuz demanded.

"You'll have to give in to us eventually," said Ouruz

"Tell us which landmark to look for."

"We can promise you a good life. You'll have the chance to burn Waartog huts, Vulpelin burrows, Otterval houserafts, anything you like... You'll be able to eat whatever you like, as much as you like, and more than you've ever had before."

"Is it in a cave?"

Uroshonth's jaws displayed a long, fang-lined grimace, and he shut his eyes and clasped his ear-frills against his skull with both fore-claws. After a moment he reopened his eyes and declared in acidic tones, "You're absolutely right. It is in a cave. It's in this cave. But there is no gold. The treasure is your two genius fucking intellects."

"Fine, have it your way," replied Ouruz. "It doesn't matter to me in the least. Your torment will continue for as long as it must."

In response, Uroshonth sneered, "We'll see which one of us loses his temper first. Here," he said, encircling a crushed, severed Lupaoran limb from the floor of the cavern and cast it at their feet. "Show that to everyone inside. Ask how many more of them want to end up like this one."

"If you live in this land," Ouruz intoned dryly, "then you serve Lord Auraphin, in whatever manner he deems the most fitting. No one is exempt under the Law. We have been over this a hundred times. You purposely chose to live in a cave in the Rjegforth Range, stole the treasure from--"

"Fuck Lord Auraphin," hissed Uroshonth, baring his fangs. "We've been over that a number of times, too, haven't we?"

As he spoke, Uroshonth reared back stood up on his hind legs, displaying to them the entirety of his underbelly, including a narrow, wet slit beneath the plate-scales of his lower abdomen, from which the dragon withdrew the wedge-shaped head of his huge, shining, red member. He caused the organ to distend by stroking it repeatedly, while allowing a mixture of slaver and Lupaoran blood to fall upon it. Uroshonth continued to stroke himself with both fore-claws until his slimy, rigid phallus stood up at an angle and a dripping pair of balls distended from beneath it.

"Talk to this," the dragon snarled, punctuating this remark with the display of a six-inch long, sinuous, black pointed tongue, which slid out of the opening at the head of his shaft and waved like a snake's tongue before sliding back inside.

Anghuz stared at it, blinking in astonishment. "Ugh," he grunted, "are they all equipped with those dreadful things?" He shuddered.

"That does it," Ouruz growled. "You're going to be punished for that."

"Oh no," Uroshonth exclaimed mockingly. "Please do not do that."

"We'll have to devise something extremely dislikable for you," Ouruz assured him, "something even worse than the Constrictive Sorrow, for your tail."

"Take just a few steps towards me," Uroshonth urged, "and I will show you the true meaning of 'constrictive sorrow.'"

"I'll return soon," Ouruz promised, and having spoken he turned his back on the dragon Uroshonth and headed back through the tunnel the way he had come in, and out of the cave with Anghuz at his side.

The two Lupaorans did not speak to one another as they crossed the frozen meadow, making their way steadily toward the palace walls. All of a sudden they discerned someone walking across the plain ahead of them, coming towards them. It was a Lupaoran who wore the armor of an officer. As the figure approached, Ouruz and his companion immediately recognized General Rjaga and greeted him.

"Rjaga!" Anghuz called out as he approached the scarred Lupaoran, lifting his right forepaw in a friendly wave.

The General appeared surprised and even a little dismayed to see him. Then Rjaga's demeanor brightened all of a sudden, while his battle-scarred lips parted in a lupine smile. He responded to the greeting by calling his two colleagues by their names and bowing slightly to the pair of them. "Anghuz... Ouruz, you two are just who I had wanted to find. I need someone's assistance."

"Of course," replied Ouruz. "We'll assist you. Name your favor."

Nodding, Rjaga scratched the underside of his jaw so as to appear pensive, and he began, "Ah, well... let's see, who could..." He returned his gaze to Ouruz and Anghuz and asked them, "What about that slave, Leul, the Vulpelin female that serves you in your quarters, Anghuz? Could you spare her for a few minutes? I need a slave to assist me."

"Which one's Leul?" Anghuz asked blearily.

"I think Leul was the one that served us right before we were called away."

Anghuz shrugged. "Of course, you can use her. I'll ring for her as soon as I've returned to my quarters."

Rjaga grinned. "That won't be necessary. I've already rung for her, from your quarters. Hope you don't mind. But if you would please, when she arrives, just tell her to come out here to the Arsenal," he said, pointing to the cave entrance from which Ouruz and Anghuz had just come. "Don't tell her it's me. It's not important who's summoned her. I just need assistance for a moment, if it's not too much trouble--"

"Oh, it's no trouble," answered Anghuz. "I'll tell her. You know, you're a fine... warrior, Rjaga," he said, leaning drunkenly toward the other Lupaoran. "I've alwaysh admired you, for being... such a good sholdier, and... ash a friend, you know, you've always been..." He hiccupped.

Rjaga afforded him a slight smile, and patted him twice on the shoulder. "The feeling's mutual, Lord Anghuz. Send the slave over to me when she arrives."

"I'll make sure she comes," Ouruz assured him.

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Leul trudged across the bitterly cold, icy terrain, struggling through drifts that rose to the level of her waist at times. She kept her eyes fixed on the huge, dimly lit cave mouth ahead of her, watching as the entrance gradually became larger, until she was nearly upon it. Even though she labored to reach the mouth of the cave, the Lupaoran warriors standing on either side of the entrance stared straight ahead, and did nothing whatsoever to aid Leul even when she was only a few feet from them.

"You're expected," one of them announced gruffly, as she scrambled across the threshold and entered the main tunnel of the Arsenal, which she had never visited before.

As Leul hurried down the tunnel, she discerned a figure waiting fifty yards ahead of her. A tall Lupaoran in armor stood directly in her path, and when she saw who it was, Leul uttered a cry of surprise and tried to run away, but General Rjaga's warriors seized her by the forepaws and dragged her down the tunnel toward their commanding officer. She kicked and punched and screamed, all to no avail, and presently she became aware of another noise whose volume was gradually increasing around her, until it began to drown out all the noise she had been making.

Leul grew quiet and began to examine her surroundings. The noise was coming from the other side of the wall, or from someplace else nearby. She saw Rjaga and a few other armored Lupaoran warriors standing in the room with her. One of the warriors upheld a large, leather sack in front of his breastplate.

"Welcome, Leul," Rjaga proclaimed, smiling. "I have a new task for you."

"Let me go," she snarled. "I'll tell Lord Auraphin."

"You're not going to tell anyone," Rjaga replied brightly. "You're going to die."

Leul shivered, shaking her head in a trance of disbelief and terror. "What?"

"I said, 'You're going to die.'" Rjaga's wolfish grin grew huge as he continued, "I have a task for you." He nodded to the warrior who held the sack, and the Lupaoran came forward. "You're going to wear this," he said, slipping the bag's two drawstrings over her arms and stuffing the rest of the bulging sack down the back of her thin coat, so that she wore it as a backpack. "It contains a little something concocted for us by our friends in the Alchemical Department, a dose of truth-serum powder for our friend over there in the next room."

Leul looked in the direction Rjaga pointed and saw only a plain wall of stone, but for the first time she became fully aware of the nature of the loud noises coming from the other side of the wall. She recognized it as the sound of something huge whose heavy tread shivered the ground beneath her. She grew terrified, and Rjaga smiled.

"That's right," he told her. "You were unaware of what we were doing in here, my sweet little Vulpelin slut. Now you know. We're developing the next phase of the conquest. Everyone who lives in this land serves under the Lord Auraphin, without exception. Now," he murmured, lifting the underside of Leul's soft-furred jaw in his forepaw and forcing her to look into his eyes. "We need to uncover the location of that monster's hoard. After we have it, then the creature will do anything we ask him to do, so all you need to do, my little slave, is feed him the truth serum I gave you."

Leul trembled. "You're not serious," she began unsteadily, and then all of a sudden she raised the volume and pitch of her voice tremendously and cried out, "Do you know what the Lord Auraphin wi--"

"Fuck Lord Auraphin!" a thunderous, hissing voice declared from the other side of the wall.

Leul looked from the wall to General Rjaga and back again.

Rjaga smiled unpleasantly. "He's waiting for you, Leul."

Immediately, Leul was taken from the room, lifted bodily off the ground and dragged swiftly down the tunnel. After a few moments she became aware of a steady increase in the air temperature, and a pungent, musky odor unlike anything she had ever smelled before began to assail her olfactory sense, causing her to struggle desperately against the paws of her captors.

But the Lupaorans maintained their viselike grips on her wrists, until they had dragged her into an underground chamber with an immense, soaring ceiling, at whose center stood the most colossal living creature Leul had seen in her life. She stared up at the dragon's snarling, sharp-fanged countenance, while the beast glared at her with the most horrible blood-red eyes she could have imagined.

Rjaga himself carried Leul the final twelve paces, the last two of which brought him within range of the dragon's huge claws, and cast her body as far in front of him as he was able before retreating. The Vulpelin landed on the hard ground and climbed to her feet dazedly.

When she looked up, Leul was horrorstruck to see Uroshonth's great, horned head hovering high above her, displaying the points of his teeth in a long smile.

Instantly Leul leapt backwards to get away from him.

"I desperately need your help," the huge creature informed her softly, although even a soft voice sounded rather loud when Uroshonth was the speaker. "These creatures want me to die, just as they want you to die. That was why they sent you to me. But you needn't die for them. Help me instead, and the two of us will escape together."

"Ah," Leul began tremulously, "I'm not... so sure."

"All you need to do is remove this thing from my tail," he explained, gesturing towards the end of his tail, which was swollen and purpling. "Just untie the string there on the end furthest from you, and pull it off. I need someone else's little claws to undo the string. Mine are too big. I can't do this for myself."

Gingerly, Leul approached the place where the dragon's long tail curved around his huge hind-claws. Uroshonth stood on two legs with his foreparts lifted, staring down at Leul from high above as she made her way to the end of his tail. She could hear the huge, wheezing bellows-sound the creature's lungs made. The great contractions and expansions of his rounded, scaly belly were like the movements of a massive wall of living flesh looming on her right. The slimy, red shaft of the creature's huge phallus was fully distended from beneath the scales of his lower abdomen, with a wet pair of testicles that hung down from underneath.

Ignoring Uroshonth as much as she was able, Leul kept her gaze fixed on the curious black sheath that had been put over the end of the dragon's tail. Instantly she spotted the pull-string and pulled it loose. The sheath practically leaped off the end of his tail into her paws the moment she did so, and at almost precisely the same moment Leul suddenly felt herself torn from where she stood by the most powerful arms she could have imagined, and she was lifted high into the air.

Twisting in midair at the end of Uroshonth's claws, Leul saw the dragon's huge, fang-lined maw gaping to swallow her whole. She screamed and, without even realizing it, dropped the black sheath she had been clutching, letting it fall without looking to see where it landed.

Death was only a moment away, and then Leul watched the expression of the creature undergo a sudden and dramatic change, going from half-lidded and self-assured as he made to consume his meal to wide-eyed and panicked. The jaws that had opened wide to devour Leul now opened wider in an expression of surprise, and the huge dragon yauwped at the top of his lungs as he let Leul's body fall.

Leul landed on the slope of the dragon's corpulent midsection and tumbled and slid the rest of the way down, landing directly in front of Uroshonth's massive genitals, whereupon she saw immediately that the black sheath she had let fall had fitted itself perfectly over the shaft the creature's phallus, and that in the act of tumbling off the front of the dragon's full-grown belly her right hind leg had become entangled in the sheath's pull-string, and had once more pulled the surface of the apparatus taut.

The dragon yauwped again and swayed like a tower about to topple over, and then at last he leaned too far to one side and fell with a tremendous noise. Uroshonth lay on his side for several moments, lungs heaving, while he struggled to regain his feet.

Leul, in the meantime, ran directly over to where the pull-string lay and seized it, but before she was able to pull it, a huge voice interrupted her, quite different from the voice she remembered Uroshonth as having. The voice that spoke to her now was a low, cajoling, cooing hiss, edged with a desperate sort of panic:

"Please do not touch that," Uroshonth pleaded. "I've to see first what you must do to it, which way--I think it may be on backw--yaugph! No, no, not that way! Please do not," he begged, seeing Leul clutching the string in her forepaws. Beside her, the head of the creature's thick, slimy member was already purpling, and the six-inch, pointed black tongue had distended fully from its opening on the head of his cock and hung down from it like the tongue of an overheated mammal.

Uroshonth's disclosed his sharp fangs in an agonized, desperate grin. He shook his head frantically at Leul, who let the pull-string fall from her grasp, prompting the dragon to heave a great sigh of relief.

Uroshonth then reached for the head of his member with a fore-claw and, using the most delicate of movements, he began to feed the smooth black tongue back inside himself manually, an inch at a time, wincing as shudders of pain rushed through his shaft with every inch that he slid back into himself.

Suddenly Leul ran around to the front of the dragon's gargantuan shaft, and upon arriving at the head she immediately grasped the slimy, black tongue distending from the opening and pulled on it as hard as she could. Its slippery, slimy length slid out of her hands, but the response to her action could not have been more immediate, nor any more violent: Uroshonth's huge hind legs began to kick spontaneously as his hindquarters and tail convulsed, while his huge fore-claws reached down reflexively to grasp the shaft of his member, which appeared to be quivering in anticipation of the climax.

Only no climax ever arrived. Instead, all that came out of Uroshonth's sex was a thin, sluggish trickle of viscous fluid that dripped on the ground in front of Leul and seemed to have no end. While the head dripped, the rest of the dragon shuddered and convulsed, moaning and hissing, in a fit of either pleasure or pain--Leul was unable to tell which, for the creature wore the most astonishing expression of stupefied exultation on his face, and yet he wept and wept as the cum continued to drip from the end of his long, partially sheathed member for more than a minute.

"It didn't... happen," Uroshonth gasped, when he was able to talk again. "No, no, it just... for the longest time... but there was no... augh," he grunted, and at last he lay his huge, horned head to rest on the ground, while he continued to breathe in and out with huge, laboring gasps.

"Please," Uroshonth begged Leul, "never do that again."

Once more, the dragon reached down toward his sex, and Leul immediately gave the slimy, black tongue another hard tug. Uroshonth's head immediately fell to the earth with a crash, and he lay panting with his long, crimson tongue flicking in and out of his mouth, unable to move as another sluggish stream of white fluid dripped from the head of his badly constricted member. The dragon moaned and writhed on the ground, wriggling in agony as he failed once more to loose all of his cum.

"Oh no, no," Uroshonth gasped, pleading to Leul. "Please, I'll do anything you say, anything... only please--please do not... pull that again." He groaned and leaned his head back as the last of the slow stream of cum dripped from the head of his shaft.

"You tried to devour me," Leul accused him angrily.

"Did I?" stammered Uroshonth, flashing a depraved smile packed with scores of sharp fangs. "No, I'm really not at all like that. I only wanted... to have a closer look at you, to s--auogh!"

The dragon's tremendous yauwp quickly turned into a bellow of uncontrollable, tearful ecstasy. While the warm cum dripped burningly from the tingling end of his shaft, Uroshonth was vaguely aware of the little creature shouting to him in a voice filled with fear and anger: "You keep your claws away! I know what you were about to do!"

"Yes, of course," replied Uroshonth, when he could speak again, holding up both fore-claws in a defensive gesture and smiling his most amiable smile. "These won't come near you again, I promise."

"If they do, I'll pull it right out of you," she threatened. "See if I don't."

"No, I've no doubt that you would. In fac--chgh--aough!"

Leul gave the slimy appendage hanging from the front of the dragon's shaft one more hard pull, and the creature convulsed as slow waves of scarcely registered climax passed along his shaft and dripped off the head of his member. Afterwards, Uroshonth no longer possessed the strength required to lift his head and neck off the ground.

"I'm begging you," Uroshonth hissed, wearing a grin of desperation. "Do not do that again. It's so... I can't describe it. It's not pleasant at all. I'll do anything you say, anything at all, if you will only not do that again. Oh," he whimpered. "I am in so much pain right this moment, you haven't any i--aieeaough!"

"Shut up!" Leul retorted angrily, giving his tongue-appendage another tug.

A moment later Uroshonth's serpentine body was wracked by the most incredible spasms, and later he lay on the ground, digging his claws into the stone and displaying long rows of pointed teeth in a grin of exertion and shameful lust. Once again, his cum flowed out of him in a sluggish stream, and once more he collapsed on the ground after it was all over, panting hard.

"Please, let's be finished," Uroshonth moaned from the floor of the cave. He was unable to lift his open, slavering jaws from the ground anymore. "I cannot... I think I may have been... permanently damaged. Agh!" He gasped as Leul gave his tongue-appendage the weakest of tugs, which caused the dragon to wince and immediately grow fearful with anticipation of what was about to happen to him, but in the end nothing did. Nothing came out of him.

"You're not damaged, you're fine," Leul replied, and she was astonished to realize that she was actually smiling. Not only that, but she was feeling rather aroused by the sight of this huge, powerful creature wallowing in agony in front of her, speaking to her in tones of servile blandishment and adulation. Even though she remained rightfully fearful of the monster, and mindful of the danger he presented, she felt a tremendous thrill that she was the one in complete control of Uroshonth, and she could do with him as she pleased, for as long as she pleased.

"Instead of fighting," Uroshonth suggested quietly from his place on the ground, "I think we should at least try to talk this through to some sort of resolution, like two civilized creatures."

"Civilized?" Leul shot back accusingly. "You were the one who tried to devour me just a moment ago."

"I promise you I didn't," Uroshonth insisted, growing more afraid of her.

"Oh, I'm sure," Leul responded in a voice thick with sarcasm. "Yes, I'm sure you've never eaten another creature like me before. But you'll obviously eat anything you can catch. You wouldn't have grown to be so big and fat otherwise."

Uroshonth tried to lift his head in order to nod in agreement. "It's true. I'm not selective at all... when it comes to whom I'm devouring. I would not lie to you. I did try to devour you before. I'll tell you only the truth from now on." Terror brought tears to his great, blood-red eyes, and Uroshonth wept, pleading with her, "Please do not hurt me, I beg you. I am sorry I tried to devour you. My sincerest apologies to you, little master, this has all been a dreadful mistake. I never meant t--"

"Shut your mouth," grumbled Leul, giving the black, slimy tongue another hard tug. With almost bored inexpression, she watched as Uroshonth once more squirmed and slithered and clutched at the empty air with his claws, while from the end of his wet shaft a steady, thick stream of white cum dripped slowly, which appeared to be causing him to convulse spectacularly in the throes of sexual culmination. His hind legs kicked and his huge, chiropteran wings twitched and fluttered uncontrollably, while Uroshonth's scaly tail slapped the ground repeatedly in a fit of pleasure.

At last, with both forelimbs stretched out on either side of his inert horned head, Uroshonth lay with his long neck motionless and claws atremble, his breathing fast and laborious, while his great, serpentine shape expanded slightly with every gulping breath he took. Fatigued, the dragon blinked and moved his head dizzily, but kept his bleary, tear-filled gaze fixed on Leul.

In a voice that seemed to have grown even more unsteady and disoriented than before when she'd heard it, Uroshonth addressed Leul meekly, once more pleading with her to stop what she was doing before she damaged him permanently. "I'll do anything you say," he promised. "Please stop. Do not keep me here tied up, I'm begging you. Take this thing off--off of me. Let's just be finished. You've defeated me. I am surrendering. Please, I'll do anything you say, if you will only be finished now. I'll do anything you say, anything at all..."

"Good. Eat this," was Leul's immediate rejoinder, and having said so she pulled the sack of truth-serum over one shoulder and tossed it in the direction of Uroshonth's fore-claws. The dragon failed to catch the sack, but he was able to scrape it up into his right claw, and eventually place it in his maw and swallow it whole.

"Now stand up," Leul commanded.

Uroshonth moaned in agony: "Give me a moment... or two." He gathered all four claws underneath his body and heaved mightily. The first two times he tried to rise were in vain, and then he was able to lift himself onto all fours. Afterwards, he lifted his foreparts off the ground, swaying unsteadily as he strove to maintain his balance on his hind legs following his painful, disorienting ordeal.

All of a sudden the dragon's blood-red eyes grew vacant, and a slack expression formed on his jaws, so that he gaped and slavered incessantly. As the truth serum took effect, his body's grasp on its equilibrium became tenuous, and Uroshonth swayed and wavered, and appeared to be about to fall over again.

"What... was that..." was all the dragon was able to say, and then his huge body leaned too far over, and he fell to the ground with a huge crash.

Uroshonth rested on his side in an uncomprehending daze, occupying virtually the same spot he had occupied throughout the majority of Leul's interrogations. But he remained nonetheless aware of his current circumstances, and as he watched the little, brown-furred creature lingering close to his genitals, even in the soft, cottony depths of his drug-induced stupor, the dragon remained unspeakably frightened of her. He became even more afraid of her as soon as he saw what she was about to do.

"Please don't," Uroshonth began, then he immediately swallowed the rest of his words in a panicked gulp as his breath quickened.

Leul was preparing to untie the string that would have loosened the sheath of the Constrictive Sorrow, enabling her to slide it off of the dragon's huge, shining member. As she fiddled with the pull-string near the base of his shaft, she was unwittingly tickling the surface Uroshonth's balls with the white, tufted end of her vulpine tail, which waved to and fro behind her as she worked.

"Wait, no," he slurred from his dripping jaws. "Don't do that. Agh, wait, your tail is--oh maougghh...."

Turning around to glimpse her waving tail and the dragon's huge genitals behind them, Leul merely smiled as she turned back to continue what she had been doing. "I'm almost finished with it. Then we'll have this off of you... "

"Please hurry," Uroshonth begged. "Oh I'm begging you, please... please hurry." He gritted his sharp teeth as Leul's tail continued to brush against his balls.

"There we are!" the Vulpelin announced abruptly, and the long pull-string came loose in her hands in an instant, immediately loosening the Constrictive Sorrow from around Uroshonth's painfully squeezed shaft.

At the same moment Uroshonth would have uttered a gasp of well-earned relief, he saw Leul stride confidently toward the head of his phallus, and as she passed the head she gave the six-inch black tongue hanging from its opening a hard, almost nonchalant tug with one forepaw. Then she took a few steps back.

Uroshonth watched in horror with jaws agape. As soon as Leul pulled his tongue-appendage a burning, tingling wave of shock traveled from the head of his cock down the shaft into his balls, where an explosion of pleasure detonated. The pleasure shot back up his shaft towards the head and came rushing out of him, not in sharp, sudden jolts, but in a series of long, mesmerizing rivers of fiery ecstasy that coursed through his member with jarring, epileptic energy. The dragon moaned wordlessly as he drew his hind legs in close to his throbbing sex, and continued to unleash one impossibly long stream of fluid after another into the air, while he writhed on the ground and panted.

Leul approached the dragon's head hesitantly. The huge creature did not appear to be looking at her; indeed, he failed to acknowledge her approach in any way. Keeping her distance, she called out to Uroshonth, "Will you answer a question now?"

Uroshonth replied in his weakest voice, "Yes, answer..."

"Where's your hoard? Where's all your treasure hidden?"

"In a cave... in the mountains... the north. Follow... white river. Come to... a gorge... Water... falls into... great depth. Down there, behind... waterfall... a cave..." Uroshonth tremblingly swallowed a portion of the saliva that dripped from his fangs and the roof of his mouth. His red eyes stared at Leul pleadingly.

"May I... be finished now, please?" he gasped.

"Fine, that's enough," Leul growled, backing away from the monstrous creature, retreating until she felt it was safe enough for her to turn her back on Uroshonth and flee his presence.

She ran back towards the entrance to the cave, but she halted in her tracks before she had run a hundred paces.

General Rjaga stood at the head of the entrance tunnel, staring at what had taken place in utter disbelief and stupefaction. The Lords Anghuz and Ouruz accompanied him, and the two latter Lupaorans appeared extremely pleased, while the General looked fit to be tied, gritting his teeth furiously as he saw Leul walking away from Uroshonth without a single mark on her. He continued to shift his gaze from Leul to the subdued, wretched, whimpering creature that was Uroshonth, as though he simply could not conceptualize what had happened to the dragon during his brief absence.

Lord Ouruz came forward at once to greet Leul, grinning down at her with his big, wolfish fangs, while she glanced up at him uncertainly. Presently he was joined by Anghuz, who stood at his side and looked down approvingly at the little Vulpelin slave, who was having some difficulty meeting either Lupaoran's eyes.

"Well done, my little one," Ouruz commended her, casting a glance in Rjaga's direction and smiling as he went on to tell her. "It appears you've been able to cling to life for one more day. Go and clean yourself off. Then return to your duties."

Wearing no expression, and without lifting her eyes to meet theirs, Leul bowed low in front of the two Lupaoran Lords and the snarling, icy visage of General Rjaga. After walking around the trio and the attendant guards, she headed back up the tunnel and struck out across the snowbound plain, struggling through tall drifts as she slowly made her way back to the palace where she served as a slave.

Written May, 2005 by Sluimarath