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This story is yet another based off a role play done between me and the same friend as a couple others have been. It also starts to bring into light a character and general story line that has been developing over the years, a favorite of mine, The Mistress. At the start of the story I gave her no title at all so capitalized each time I referred to her, which was not easy. After a pause in the writing I decided to give her the title in this story. I also decided a while back to tie in another story I wrote to this story line though that story predates the Mistress in the time line of events. If I get around to writing it enough of these I will tie them in together for the readers who actually enjoy this stuff. I'm always amazed by the reviews, comments, and ratings I get and feel bad for not writing more. It should not have taken me losing the internet for a day for me to finish this. *shamefully hangs head* please enjoy

Warning: Story contains age play with non-morphic dragons including sexual interaction between two females, one adult one newly hatched chick. Read at your own risk if it is legal to do so where you live.

The Mistress

She was the stuff of legends and myths. She had been around longer than any recorded history. It's said that only the hatchlings and the unlucky ever see her, and then, mostly only the female hatchlings she watches over. No one could ever track her down, though some tried. You didn't find her, she found you. She is a creature of the shadows, unlike any other dragon that ever existed, who's age seemed with out measure. Is it any wonder then that there would be doubt of her existence? That some daring fool or fools would think to do something that would bring about her wrath?

Two such dragons where cuddled up close in their nest having just finished mating, the male resting still inside his mate. Both where white, one like freshly fallen snow, the other like polished porcelain. In their nest with them was an egg which was soon to hatch. They where eager for it to hatch, but for all the wrong reasons. They where not looking forward to starting a family, to bringing a new life into the world to raise and love. No, the life the two had planned for poor unsuspecting chick was a short one of being toyed with and eaten by the two of them. There is no reason why these two desired to do so. They could not explain this impulse if they tried, nor did they care to. They just knew that they wanted to draw out out as long as they could, too enjoy it as much as possible, and they had many plans as to how they could do just that.

"I think it's almost time, love," the female coos to her mate. Shifting her flanks against him she can feel his slowly soften shaft stiffen a bit inside her once more. He grins, more of a sneer and nips her neck causing her to flinch. Her neck was quite raw from his bites. He was not gentle with her and she didn't really want him to be. Still a little less attention to her neck from his teeth would be welcome. She couldn't remember when the last time scales managed to cover that area.

"Good," he growls, eying the egg eagerly. He licks over his mates neck roughly causing her to whine a little. The lick wasn't an affectionate one, he just enjoys the taste of her raw flesh and blood that was drawn when he mated her. Despite seeming cruelty to his mate, he did love her and she him. It just was a twisted sort of love kindled by a mutual dark desire. The object of that desire was now ever so softly scratching at the egg.

They both go silent, the male slipping out of his mate and drawing his shaft back into his slit. He shifts over to lay around the other side of the egg, the two nestling it between their bodies, eyes gleaming with excitement. Neither notice the shadows in the corner deepening, the darkness growing darker. They start to take notice as the air grows more chilled, and in unison both look up and to the same spot. That's when She, the one with no name, steps out from the shadows.

The first sight that greet the two is Her long slender muzzle that ends with only a slight rise where it meets the rest of Her head. Their gaze next fall upon the pools of darkness that are Her eyes and in them they see their deaths waiting for them. That head is attacked to a long slender neck which runs down to a slender, lithe body. Her frame is narrow, supported by legs longer than a normal dragon's. While standing taller, the creature is easily half the mass of the two she's approaching. Even so, every thing about her is pure predator; pure terror.

The talons on Her three paws click on the stone floor while, oddly, the talons on Her left front foot had been trimmed off. The off set of Her tread only makes the situation all the more unnerving. She has already closed half the distance between where she started and the nest when the male finally manages to regain his senses.

He shakes his head and gets to his feet, rumbling deeply, "Who... What are you?" His question is met with Her silent, emotionless stare. She pauses though, watching to see what he will to do. However he has not yet recovered enough to do anything yet so she continues on. As the clicking of Her claws on the stone resumes the male knows he has to do something, even if he does not know what. He knew to do nothing meant death, but he was also sure that doing something would mean the same. Something about this dragon, if he could think of it as one, just wasn't right and felt very threatening. He shifts a bit, slowly crouching down as She draws nearer the nest. Then, once She has halved the distance again, he lunges at Her, teeth bared, claws ready to tear into what ever they come in contact with.

She calmly roles with the pounce, moving before the male even reaches Her. Already in the air, almost on Her, he can do nothing but try to make the best of his poorly planned attack. He hardly manages to touch Her before Her hind feet come up to meet him. They connect solidly with his ribs and make a sickening cracking sound. Talons dig into scales and flesh with ease, tearing both. Her kick sends him flying into the cave wall. He falls crumbled on the floor, bleeding, lungs punctured by those dark, sharp talons, ribs broken from the blow dealt to them.

She slowly gets up and faces the now terrified female. Calmly She moves to her, eyes locked on the would be mother. When the female starts to cry out in panic a paw clamps down on her muzzle, holding it shut in an iron like grip. The cry dies in the dragonesse's throat, her body shuddering with fear. The dark one gazes down at the female and just shakes Her head sadly. She leans in, still holding the white muzzle. With great tenderness She touches noses with her before placing a kiss on her muzzle tip. The female relaxes with the, eyes slipping closed as if asleep while her spirit slips away to join that of her mate. Oddly, the dark one holds no malice for the two. Instead, as she lays the females head down, She wishes them the best on their next lives, hoping that they will be better, and that she may get to see them again then.

Attention is then turned to the egg. Seemingly forgotten about in the fight, it was, in truth, always the focus of Her attentions. She leans in and nuzzles the egg, listening to the scratching and tapping coming from with in. Normally hatchlings are left to make their own way out of the egg. It is a right of passage of sorts, though most parents will help if it becomes apparent it is needed. This case, however, is different. Figuring that this little one has already had a rocky start to its life the mysterious dragoness decides to make things a little easier. She leans in and gently nuzzles the egg while sending soothing thoughts to the one inside. Gently She roles the egg under her muzzle while pressing down until it starts to crack. Slowly the cracks grow and the inner lining of the egg starts to tear. The little life inside is quick to make use of the openings in the weakened shell, pressing its muzzle at them and forcing it through into the open air. The dark one pulls the rest of the egg from the chick, freeing it from the confines of its old home and bringing the chick forth to start its new life.

The hatching is female, as She knew it would be, with shimmering white iridescent scales. To the chick, the nameless dragoness will be known as both Mother as well as Mistress for that is how She is know to all lost chicks like this one. She is the care giver, protector, and provider to more young ones than any could imagine, and She is always ready to welcome one more into Her care.

The Mistress gazes at the newly hatched chick with with a mother's love mixed with something else. Slowly she starts to clean the little one, forked tongue lapping tenderly over the small body, starting with her cute little face and muzzle which still has the egg tooth attached to the tip. The Mistress carefully clears the nest, taking great care the hatchling not see her parents, tongue licking over those little eyes so they stay shut when need be. After she finishes with the face she curls around the little one, licking over back and wings, her scent filling the nest and covering up any others that where there before. Some day this little one will learn of what happened the day of her hatching, but not this day. This day is the day to start a new life, and that new life is happily crooning to her mother while cuddling into her tongue bathing. Down over the flanks and along the tail that long tongue works, cleaning off the last bits of goo from the egg. Then it's on to her back so she can get her underbelly washed as well from her little front paws on down.

It is when the washing nears the chick's flanks again that the licking slows and changes in some way that the little one's young mind can sense but not yet understand. The Mistress licks down along the hind legs, paying more and more attention to things as she nears the inner thighs. The little female squirms feeling a little odd at this, unsure of what she's feeling or why she's feeling it. It doesn't feel bad, but it gives her an odd feelings all over. All the while the Mistress sends soothing comforting thoughts to the chick and crooning sweetly to her, soothing the baby dragon to put her at ease. The Mistress tongue slowly nears that tiny slit between the chick's hind legs, licking all around it which makes the little one squirm again, her body wanting to instinctively press into the licks, her mind unsure what to make of all the sensations filling it.

The Mistress, however, knows well what she is doing. While it is rare for her to do so, she has rescue eggs hundreds of them in the corse of her existence. Gently she starts to lick over that slit and work the tips of her tongue into it. Slowly she licks deeper and deeper into that tight crevasse while her mind reaches deeper into the hatchling's. As those tongue tips start to brush against the tiny nub hidden in that slit the Mistress gently starts to stimulate parts or the chicks brain that normally would be mostly dormant for at least a few years to a decade or more. It is not that these parts are undeveloped so much as inactive. They are, in fact, capable of functioning fully, however the brain does not normally turn them on so soon. This would not be the case for this chick though. Over the course of several minutes her body goes from feeling a nice pleasant feeling as she's stimulated, to mild sexual pleasure, to finally full sexual arousal.

The Mistress smiles as she watches the little female go from pressing against and gently rocking at her tongue to hugging her snout and humping mindlessly at twined tipped appendage. Watching one so young getting off is enough to get her own slit aching with desire. Now fully aroused, she knows the chick won't last long. The little female is whimpering and panting needfully already as her small body tenses against that big black muzzle. Her soft crooning turns into a deep rumbling of pleasure as she watches the chick start to tremble with her first orgasm at only a few hours out of the egg. The large female takes this moment, at the hight of the chicks climax, to slither her tongue deep into the young one's passage. She licks out the little beauty vigorously through out the remainder of that orgasm, setting the stage for the chick to enjoy having things inside her while hungrily licking up the sweet slimy baby juices that are now starting to flow nicely from that immature slit.

As soon as the hatchling starts to relax a bit, the Mistress slips her tongue from that freshly violated slit only to press it right into a tiny muzzle, giving the baby her first deep kiss. The chick lets out a surprised squeal and struggles momentarily with surprise before realizing she likes this new feeling. She quickly relaxes again and in a moment starts to return the kiss as best she can. Enjoying the sensation of a tongue licking along her own she starts to return the the kiss in her own way with out realizing it. She licks back at the tongue to both welcome the it into her muzzle and to lengthen the strokes the tongues make together. After several long minutes of this she gets another surprise as that tongue starts to slip down her throat. She's more prepared for this one though, but it still takes a long while and a bit of practice for her to be able to surrender fully to the kiss. She is aided with a bit of mental help from her new mother as well. Eventually she does learn to relax though and accept the tongue slithering down into her throat. She also learns that, with only a little bit of trouble, she even breath around it. Once she gets into it, the chick finds the kiss quite pleasant, though to add to her enjoyment the Mistress starts to gently rub along the chicks slit, her 'finger' gently pressing in enough to rub at the tiny nub and get it aroused once more. Such stimulation while kissing also provides a bit of conditioning for the chicks young mind. Slowly changing this kind of kiss from something pleasant to something arousing as it becomes associated with the pleasure found between her hind legs.

Once the Mistress feels the chick's flanks starting to rock against her stroking finger she breaks the kiss and smiles down at her, gently rubbing muzzles. Slowly the Mistress stretches out on her back and moves the little one down between her hind legs. The sexual scents that had been filling that little nose are overpowering to her down by the dragonesse's slit. Her head swims while her young body starts to feel an overwhelming need, her slit aching for attention. The little one is humping the air cutely before she is settled down against her new mother once more, this time slit to slit. The big female presses her clit out so it can rub through the little one's slit. One big paw settles gently on the hatchling's flanks while the other pets along her back and wings. The black dragoness croons softly to the little white iridescent baby while starting to mate with her.

The Mistress takes long strokes that steadily build in speed as she enjoys her new chick. She rubs her slit up over the little one's belly and back down all the way to her tail base. She enjoys feeling the baby humping so wantonly against her. She savors the feel of that small body atop hers while delighting in the feel of that young slit and supple scales on her clit. She thrusts back eagerly at the chick, hoping to get her self off along with the little one, knowing the hatchling is nearing the end of her energy. She gazes down into those young eyes with both love and lust though sees only lust looking back at her. The chick's young mind is not yet able to handle two strong emotions at the same time.

By now the hatching is a slick slimy mess all around her slit, the mess extending to her belly and tale base and even her inner thighs, the Mistresse's scent marking her while pleasure floods her young mind for the second time. Tiny claws try to grip at the black scaled chest she is resting on while her body starts to tense once more. The only things in her small world right now is the pleasure coming from between her hind legs, and the eyes that are gazing so intently into her own. The Mistress is starting to tense as well, the black female able to get her self off quickly when she wishes, and the sight of the cute young chick between her hind legs is a great help. She can feel that small body tensing and urges her own on, tensing with the baby dragon. Suddenly the little one lets out a horse cry and starts to quiver again, muzzle hanging open. The cute cry is all that the black needs to send her over the edge as well. Her body shudders with a powerful orgasm causing more slimy fluids to leak out, covering the chick .and her self. Their clits stay pressed firmly together through out as they share their climax.

The hatchling's climax ends first. She slumps atop the black, eyes drifting closed as she passes out while the Mistress is just coming down from her own peak. She looks down at the baby, already asleep, and smiles warmly. Slowly she scoops the little one up into a paw and gets to her other three. Still smiling at the precious bundle, she thinks, 'Welcome back to me, my love,' then slips into the shadows once more, taking the hatchling with her.

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As an end story note I'd like to say that there was one part of this story that actually was hard for me to do. It's actually very sad though I do not know that readers will fully understand why. I had to stop there at least once cause I nearly cried. Even on my last time through it it still made me very sad. Anyhow, hope you enjoyed, and hope to have the next part revised soon. Comments and such are always welcomed.