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The crowds stirred and rippled as Chesan stepped into the square, their eyes flickering towards him with a mingling of fear and interest. He roused his crest up, the long spines and the webbing between them drawing taut as he allowed his guards to clear a path in the midst of the slave market. He had no desire to stand shoulder to shoulder with the elves, nor did he want to deal with the few fauns that had come to the market with their reeking goat musk and loud ways. He didn't look at the guards who were clenching their spears and watched him nervously. As if they could do anything to stop him if he truly wished to cause problems, they would wave their sticks and try to strike him, but they would only hit the thick scales that covered him and break. And that was even suggesting that they could get past the two guards that stepped back to frame him, their wings partially spread so that he had his own back drop of palest green and blue.

He was too new, too strange for them to challenge just yet, they were still adjusting to the fact he even existed, let alone that there were more of his kind every passing year. They still recalled him as a hatchling, a harmless creature that had come from his noble mothers ill fated attraction to her mount. It had been a bond of love, and she had thought she would only give her beast some relief, but she had carried away more than her bond with her dragon that day. One need only look at the fauns and how they had been created to know that elves could procreate with other species'. She had left with his seed spiking life within her womb and forming his egg. Lady Elissa was lovely and demure, and powerful enough that she had been able to hide her growing pregnancy until his mottled egg had been laid. He had no idea what misguided idea had led his mother to allow it to hatch, curiosity perhaps, but he had cracked his shell ninty seven years ago. Not a dragon or an elf, but a mingling of both worlds, the best of both worlds.

Chesan had been raised with his mother, at least at first, kept away from all elves so that he was a dark secret kept locked away. He hadn't even known that there were other people in the world, he had thought it was just his mother, himself and the isolated estate. It wasn't until he had entered adolescence that he found out differently, it wasn't until he had escaped his prison of a home and met his first elves on dragon back that he knew he was wrong, different. He wasn't like these small soft skinned creatures in the least bit, nor was he like the dumb feral beasts that they rode and commanded. It had been a shock, a horrified shock, to find himself being driven away with magic and weapons both. His young form taking to air instinctively as they chased him and tried to drive him to the ground. It had been sport to them after their shock had worn off. They had mocked him and herded him, trying to capture him as he sped away.

That had been his first taste of elves and from there it had grown worse. He had pressed his mother to be let out into the world now that he knew it was there, and he learned all about their kindness and gentleness. He had learned about how they would treat a half-breed like himself. From the time that Elissa had allowed him to set out on his own he had been nearly captured a dozen times, assumptions that he was a dumb beast or a slave or he was hunted for sport. His soft edged memories of his mothers gentleness became tainted with truth of the rest of the world. He had never gone back home, he had never wanted to face her and wonder on why she had raised him and kept him. He could only imagine that she had kept him to try and raise up as some sort of pet or slave, but he didn't want to have confirmation. He had already had enough of a confirmation facing town after town, and he had had enough of their company.

He had gone home, he had tried to confront his mother with his confusion and been met with her magic. A slap to the face as she had tried to bind him as she had bound his father, like a slave, a pet, something to harness. He had buckled under her magic, struggled to find a way free as she had held him down, forced him down. Tried to instill blind loyalty into him so that he obeyed her as her own personal guard, and in that touch of her magic he had seen himself as she saw him. Not as her son that she raised with love and devotion, but as a dragonet that was exotic and strange, a match for his sire to work as a servant. He had broken that bond, struggled past it, but not untouched. He would always carry her glyph burned into the scales of his back, but he had survived and ensured she would never harm him or anyone again.

And that was when he had set out to create more of his kind. There were always criminals and slaves for sale, elves who weren't blessed with being wealthy enough to afford a good life or freedom, and those were the ones he began to collect. He bought the females who were small and weak, that none wanted, because all he needed from them is one egg or two before he was done. He had tried to sire them himself at first, but the results were weak and more elf like than dragon. He kept his offspring as his own servants, and even lovers, he had found that he needed to breed from a true dragon. He had started with one drake and then had found four more, now he had a stable of potential sires to breed more of his race. In fifty years he had three adult generations and more on the way, he had one generation of his current guards where a dragon-kin was bred by a dragon, thickening the genes so the creatures hatched were larger and more animalistic.

They no longer hunted him, or even thought about it, he was becoming a force to be reckoned with. A Lord of his own creation with an army that was growing with each and every day. Eventually he would have his own city, his own country and be damned to the elves, they would get to the point that they could procreate on their own and wouldn't even need auctions like this. But for now, he needed fresh blood, a new breeding female to set to a drake. He had spent more than enough coin on weak unhealthy creatures, now he wanted a real prize. He wanted strong elf blood mingled with the dragon side, a generation of leaders, not simple soldiers and warriors. And under their own laws, they couldn't deny him the sale, even knowing what their kindred would be suffering.

The thought made him rumble a low purr as he settled back and curled his tail behind him, the thick ivory scales shifting with each movement. Several people gave him glances of fear or anger, but he ignored them as he looked over the lined up slaves. His guards would ensure no harm came to him as he assessed the potential breeding stock, surely one among them had enough potential to ensure a fine clutch.

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.Gold, it should have been gold around Irianna's wrists, and gems wrapped around her slender throat so that they set off her sapphire eyes. Not a hard leather collar that was sealed shut with a glyph purposefully designed to make sure that she couldn't peel it off. She stood in a line of other elves, framed with ones that might call themselves noble by birth, but not by their magic. She was kept away from the filthy unwashed slaves that had been taken for debts or criminal behavior, they were at least that 'kind' if one could call it that. She ignored them entirely and kept her eyes facing ahead rather than deigning to look at her 'fellows'. She wasn't anything like them, she wouldn't acknowledge them, she would be proud and sure of herself as the elf in front of her stood onto the stand. Her fate was more assure than those who were waiting to sell their lives to pay for their sins.

She was of the House Ib Faar, an ancient house that had produced some of the most notable and powerful mages in the history of the modern world. They were diplomats and governors, they were lords and ladies and they were a proud and mighty family that no one wanted to cross. It was a misstep that had landed her here, one that she refused to be humiliated by. Her father had sent her out to spy upon their neighbors and what they were doing with their slaves. There was rumor that the gladiators were beginning to be trained up as an army and she was supposed to confirm the rumors or bring back proof that an illegal army was truly being formed. She had used illusion to insinuate herself into their servants and had set about on her mission, but she hadn't counted on the fact that the household she was invading had hired on several mages of their own as illusion breakers to make sure their slaves were what they truly seemed to be to prevent being taken advantage of. She had been caught.

Irianna twitched her lips slightly, caught, but not broken. They had the right to take her as a slave or sell her in the market, but they wouldn't go against her father by holding her as their own slave. They would risk the wrath of her entire family coming down on them and they couldn't hope to stand against them, so she was being sold. Annoying, embarrassing, but she could stand it. She had already seen her family colors standing in the crowd ready to buy her back and free her. Unlike those that were trembling and crying around her, she would be safely in her home at the end of this evening and being debriefed on what she had learned from their rival household. The rest would be bought by the highest bidder, perhaps they'd manage to have their families save them, perhaps not, but it was all in the air. She had no such worries.

"Iranna Ib Faar!" Her head lifted as the man called her name, but made no attempt to bark out her attributes as he had to the others.

She stepped onto the stage lazily, her eyes lidded confidently as she looked out over the gathering and sought out her father's face. His colors were unmistakable and surrounded by their servants as he raised his hand to open the bid. The barker simply accepted it, he didn't begin to talk about her body or what she could be bought for, they were too scared of her family to risk the insult. This was her punishment for being caught, but they wouldn't go outside the bounds of her noble bloodline as she stood with her head lifted up proudly and alert. Another bid was called out from across the room and her eyes slid over to see another rival house smirking at her look. Expected, they would bid on each other, trying to make her father empty his purse to buy her, a power play and nothing less. She only had to tolerate it and the vague sense of humiliation as they numbers were called.

"Ninety rills of silver." An impossibly deep voice rumbled from the crowd, the sound hissing the s's slightly as her eyes flicked over to find the bitter.

The crowd rippled and shivered, stepping away to reveal a tall bone white creature standing in the midst of them. Her heart gave a sudden lurch as she saw the triangle shaped head angled towards her, the edge of black on the white scales that almost formed a lacy pattern as the black eyes focused on her with a hint of interest. There was no mistaking the sweep of gold tipped horns, nor the animalistic features of his curved broad neck and armored chest. Lord Chesan, a lord only in so much as no one would challenge his right to call himself by that title. A hybrid creature of a dragon and an elf, and a mystery to nearly every household in the Empire. His eyes were cold and as reptilian as his father's must have been, studying her like livestock before her father countered the bid swiftly. He would not let the likes of her be taken by the half-beast.

The rest of the nobility stopped their bids, a hush rolled over the crowd as the dragon-kin began to bid in earnest against her father. His reptilian features showed no emotions as he continued to counter the higher bids, passing silver and going into gold without any sign that he was willing to stop. Irianna's heart began to pound faster against her chest, her body tensing up as the amount rose high enough that a few people began to mutter. Chesan was known for buying elves in the market place, cheap ones, females that he used for his effort to create his own race. It wasn't unheard of, the fauns had used the same system to create a race of their own, but the goatish creatures were harmless. The dragon-kin were not, as seen by the brutes that stood at either side of their lord. Animalistic and hulking, they were the match to any gladiator ever made and could easily overpower an elf.

"Lord Ib Faar?" The auctioneer's voice was questioning and broke through Irianna's thoughts as she looked towards her father.

"A moment." Her father inclined his head and moved through the crowd, approaching the dragon lord who had a pantomime of a smile on his tapered muzzle.

"As you wish." The auctioneer inclined his head as her father and his guards approached the so-called lord, leaving her staring at them.

She couldn't hear them as they spoke, but her eyes were focused intently on her father's face as he murmured to the dragon. Their guards squared off, but they were not testing each other, merely watching warily as the pair of lords talked. Her father was likely offering a better private trade for the creature to stand down, her family certainly had the trading contracts to ensure that Chesan would profit from any deal made. Her lips quirked up slightly as she realized that there was a shifting of unease through the room, an ally between her family and this so called Lord would mean they could extend their power. They would be the first to ally with the strange creature, perhaps he was less than elf, but there was no doubting that the kind he was breeding were strong and had potential to become soldiers or gladiators.

"I concede the field to Lord Chessen." The words fell into silence, spoken in a flat emotionless voice as her father stepped back and gave the slightest inclination of his head towards the dragon.

What?! She stiffened in place, her fingers balling up into fists as she watched him move away from Chesan with his face averted from her.

He had bowed out of the bidding war, he had not even made an attempt to force the dragon to back down from what she had seen. He simply agreed and moved away, turning his back to her as he stepped through the crowd, turning his back on their relationship as she stared after him. Her mind froze, she didn't know what to think or what to do, to cry out after him and beg for him to buy her, to plead with him to return her to the home and lose all dignity? Or to pray that he had made an arrangement with the dragon to buy her privately afterwards allowing Chesan to save face?

"Sold, Lord Chesan." The auctioneer's words were final, sending another trail of ice down the length of her spine as she watched the dragon's scaled lips pull back into a tight smile.

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"Sir? Are we done here now?" The pale blue dragon murmured to Chesan softly as the drake tucked his purse into his belt.

"Yes, you will escort our purchases to our town house. Prepare to leave, I will want out of this city by sunset, but I have business to attend to first." He rumbled in response, flicking his eyes towards the three females that he had purchased. Two hardy looking women that were stony eyed with their fate and one slip of a young woman with eyes blazing with rage.

Irianna, she was going to be his prize, and she had come dearly, but she was worth it. He ignored her outraged look as he left his purchases behind and set off down one of the main streets. The guards would attend them and see them comfortably packed away while making sure that his prize didn't get the collar off that blocked her magic. He had to meet with Justa Ib Faar about the deal that the elf had offered him in such hushed tones. He had had to hide his amusement at the elf selling his daughter for such a price, but he wasn't surprised. It was only a matter of time until the one of the larger families approached him for a bargain, but this time he had made out far better than he had any right to expect. A daughter of one of the largest and powerful households, showing a talent for magic and she would be the dam of a new generation of dragon-kin, passing on her magic to her offspring.

He had spotted her the moment they had begun auctioning off the higher priced slaves, her breeding shouted from every line of her body. She wasn't older, she was just entering adulthood with her ego showing in the way that she watched everything with a bored expression. There was no mistaking someone from one of the truly noble houses and he wanted her. That was what he wanted and he had set her sights on her immediately, ignoring the first two women who were obviously from lesser houses and wouldn't have what he wanted entirely. He hadn't even been sure he'd win, not until the illustrious Lord Ib Faar had approached him oh so quietly. And their deal had been made.

"Lord Ib Faar." He murmured softly as he paused at a small tea shop and saw the man waiting for him at the elaborate gate that marked the entrance. His guards still present and wary, watching him like a dangerous animal about to pounce. "My greetings to you and appreciation for your efforts in our dealings."

The older elf's cheek twitched slightly as he stiffened, the mask just barely cracking around the edges. "I have hopes that you will be truly generous considering the sacrifice that I have made."

"You have been generous," Chesan answered smoothly, his eyes lidding ever so slightly. "I can make sure that you do not regret the deal that we have made. Your presence in society allows for us to make a deal that will benefit both of our families equally."

There was a tightening along the edge of his eyes. "You speak as if we are talking of an arranged marriage."

"Hardly." Chesan relaxed slightly and folded his webbed crest down along his head to make himself look so large. "You will have her back one day, I do not go into this simply because I'm looking to take a wife, that would be of little interest to me. I want her genes, her offspring to enhance my line, but that is not what is under discussion here. You know what I do and what I plan, what is under discussion is what you wish in exchange. We are going to exchange what you wish from me."

"Your guards, they are not like you." The lord spoke with his eyes staring carefully over one of the drake's shoulders in an attempt to shun him, perhaps to simply not face what he had doomed his daughter to bear. "They would be exceptional warriors or gladiators."

"They are bred back, females of my line are bred to dragons so that the resulting offspring are intelligent enough, but are best as foot soldiers." He tilted his head to one side and flicked his tongue out briefly. "You will not treat them as slaves, they will not tolerate and I would not allow it. They can be guards, soldiers, willingly so, but you would have to be sure that they are well paid and well treated."

"Paid!" The elf's face turned almost angry, the eyes narrowing slightly. "Slaves that wish to be paid?"

"They will not be slaves, they are mercenaries. I will allow you to hire them from me, the only elf to do so, that is our bargain." He relaxed himself, lidding his eyes and canting his head in such a way that he knew he looked more reptilian, he wanted to unsettle this lord.

"You wish me to give up my daughter to y-your stables and charge me for allowing it?!" Lord Ib Faar snapped the worlds out, the seething rage burning just beneath the surface, but there was unease in those eyes.

"I have bought your daughter, Lord Ib Faar, I offer you compensation in hiring my guards into your household. Accept and I will not move against you and yours, you will be my ally." He hissed the last word, he hated giving an elf that name, but he would allow it... for now. He had no illusions about the alliance, he needed at least on ally that would give him information and supply him with a less costly source of women for his breeding program. Superior women at that.

"An alliance, that would be... acceptable." He narrowed his eyes slightly and flared his nostrils delicately. "I will take six, at first, my own personal guard and we will see how well they work with me. I do not tolerate servants that-"

"You will treat them as the sons of an ally, you may place them as guards, but with respect. If you treat them as anything less..." The drake lifted his lips in a fierce smile. "You will not enjoy the consequences."

"You threaten me!" The elf's guards stiffened slightly while the drake curled his tail back and forth lightly behind him, a light flutter that teased the edge of the ground.

"I give you the consequences of taking on my guards. You will not plead ignorance later on." He warned softly and lifted his hand up. "If you agree, no elf will be able to touch you, no magic harm you, you will be..." He spread his fingers open in a releasing motion. "Untouchable. Is that not worth your daughter's servitude?"

"Untouchable." The lord murmured softly to himself before looking up, his eyes darkening ever so slightly. "I will agree, I will send my accountant to work out the details of their pay. I expect a similar guard as to the one you had, I will not accept culls."

Chesan lifted his crest up, his lips curling back in a smile that bared his teeth and black gums to his 'ally', the softest growl travelling down the line of his throat. "In my species, we have no culls."

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"LET ME GO DAMN YOU!" Irianna lunged and threw her weight forward against the straps that wrapped around her chest and arms. Her fingers clench down tightly as one of the animals gripped her hair and gave her a jerk so that she was forced back.

"Please, you will behave." The crimson drake that held her was more elf-like than dragon like, but not enough like her to make up for the feel of the hands that touched her.

He was tall, lean and built with a slender sweep of his back so that he was almost effeminate. His face didn't boast a muzzle in the least little bit, only a trailing of scales that ran along his upper cheeks and ran up towards his ears which were tapered. His hair was thick and red, tumbling along his back towards his shoulders before it was bound together in a thick heavy braid. His eyes were large and slit with an edge of gold right along the edges so that they were entirely animalistic. His body was scaled, but lightly so, with thicker scales along his fingers and turning into dark black claws that were carefully filed down. An animal bred back to an elf to produce this creature that was desperately trying to peel off her clothing as she fought back. His strength far greater than she had supposed it would be just by looking at him.

It still all felt surreal and strange, like some nightmare that she should jerk awake from at any moment, but it didn't end. She had been thrown across the back of a brilliant azure dragon with the other girls, just another bit of baggage to be thrown on before the guards and Lord Chesan had settled into their saddles. She hadn't wanted to look too closely at the dragon, she hadn't want to think about what it might mean that she was leaving the city. Her father hadn't even come to explain why she was being sold away as a slave, she was a cast off, and all she could imagine was that he had bartered her away to these brutes. Sold like a brood mare in season to a man with a fine stallion.

Except these stallions are monsters. She curled her lip up as she felt a cold brush of metal along her spine and the dragon-kin handling her ripped through her soft tunic.

"It will be easier if you are calmer." He spoke softly, enunciating his words ever so carefully and she knew why. Despite that elven mouth, his tongue was dark and slender, forked at the very tip. "They get upset with those that fight."

"I am the daughter of the house Ib Faar! Not a toy for your pets!" She spat the words out as the strange elf-dragon peeled her tunic away strip by strip.

She couldn't fight, not with magic, not with her bound hands. They had seen to that as she had been escorted from the dragon and away from the other women bought. They had taken special interest in her to make sure that she was secluded in a small room that had been painstakingly cut into the side of a mountain. It was like the entire place had been carved out inch by inch, not an elegant home by any means, but she hadn't expected elegance in this place. She hadn't expected anything except for a rough damp place where lizard slept, but it was dry and strange. There were no smooth spiraled decorations that she had known growing up, not gentle curves and soft rounded edges, it was all cut in sharp corners and angles.

Her cheeks burned in humiliation as she could feel the line of her spine, a shiver of cold air hit her as her buttocks were revealed when the blade cut down again. He didn't even try to undo the buttons, he made no attempt to coax her into disrobing, he attended her like a demented body slave. The fingers balled up and twisted into the smooth fabric, yanking it harder as she tried to move her hands up to hold the material against her stomach and chest to keep it falling down. How dare they treat her this way?! How dare they assume they could buy her like a bit of cattle?! Her father would know of this, he would find out about it and exact his revenge on all of dragon-kin

"You are bought and paid for." The strange creature stepped around her, peeling and tugging at the front of her tunic so that she immediately moved her hands up to try and clutch at it. To keep it on. "You would do better to accept your lot, it will make it easier."

His fingers and hands were more like a reptiles than anything she had ever seen, the tip of the claws grazed against her chest as he deftly caught the material and yanked downwards. The yanking pull made her stumble backwards a few steps, feeling the straps that bound her ankles tripping on one another as her expensive clothing was peeled away. The fingers dragged right down along her breasts, catching almost against her nipples before roughly pulling backwards leaving her hands struggling to cover herself. Her bound hands couldn't cover both her breasts and mound as the reptilian eyes looked her open, she dropped her hands down with her cheeks burning in a hot rush of outraged heat.

He didn't linger there for long, didn't watch her nude pale form hungrily as any other male might, he simply stepped away and carefully folded the fabric to place it to one side. As he turned she could see the slight bulge beneath his clothing over his back, a hint of wings that were no where near as large as the spread possessed by the guards or Lord Chesan. A short tail rested down along the line of his rump cheeks, just barely a foot and a half long and stubby looking as he picked up a pot that had been carefully set against the wall.

"La-dy Irianna..." The words came out slow and soft, such a deep voice that vibrated the very room it seemed as she jerked backwards, nearly falling as the hobbles on her legs caught against one another. "You can be heard down the hall quite easily, I should have thought a lady of your breeding would be more decorous than to scream and rail against her fate."

Lord Chesan walked into the room with his large muzzle tilted down ever so slightly as he made the entire room seem smaller, more confined as the creature stalked towards her. She tried to cover herself, her hands moved down to cover her loins as the heat brushed higher up along the line of her cheeks as the dark solid black eyes seemed to pin her in place. His wings were folded tightly back behind him with the tips of the wing fingers hooked together to keep them solidly locked in place. He was dressed in simple dark black leather pants so that they offset the ivory scales and showed off the black lining that ran along the underside of the scales like veins through marble.

"Lord." The strange creature that tended to her bobbed his head nervously, nostrils flaring slightly as he clutched the pot in his hands. "I shall gag her?"

"No, Joran, she will not need to be gagged," Chesan stepped further into the room, the same height as the servant, but sheer muscles mass showed his draconic lineage. "Please, go attend to one of the other ladies, I will prepare Irianna myself. She is in need of a firm hand if I am not to be pulling her from her mate's maw."

"As you please, Lord." Joran bowed his head slightly. "I have not displeased you?"

"No, Joran, never that." The large dragon-kin almost purred the words before the creature left almost soundlessly. "Most are amenable to Joran's kind, they are attractive to you elves."

"He is an animal." She almost spit the words out, but a rough scaled paw suddenly caught her on the back of the neck, the fingers flexing down so she felt the claws pricking firmly.

"Little elf, you are animal here." The large muzzle dropped down low and almost hissed every word out into her face. "You are the creature that we will do with as we wish, your only privilege, is whether you enjoy your new mate or if you will make him a meal. You were expensive, I prefer to have you whole."

"My father will not tolerate this." She hissed out, but it was strangled off as there was a sudden clutching of the claws that made her cry out.

"Your father sold you, girl, he knows the worth of his females." Chesan gave a shove backwards, forcing her until she nearly cracked her head against one of the smooth walls. "It is found in their wombs."

The fingers moved to clutch right against her fingers and forced them up and away from her loins. Her soft pale folds were bared to the room, but the dragon-kin didn't care as her hands were hauled up into the air, followed by her body as she was pulled up into the air. Her arms ached as the leather that bound her wrists was pushed up and over a hook set high into the wall. With an angry snarl she lifted her legs up and kicked out at him as the rough stone wall scraped along the line of her spine and made her shudder as her bare ass was pushed against it. She tried to strike out at him, but he didn't even snarl in anger as she struck out against his scaled belly.

He laughed at her, his black eyes were brightening as he pulled her legs down by the strip of leather that hobbled her. Her legs were forced down towards the ground, straining them open as she tried to struggle against the rough treatment. His free hand pushed against her stomach, so large it covered her stomach and scraped against her pale white hide. It pinched, the claws nearly drew welts up beneath the touch as her legs were stretched out further and the leather was placed on a hook low down on the wall so that she was stretched out. Her entire nude body was put on display for him without even a chance to cover herself. Her cheeks burned with outrage and she tried to reach for her magic, tried to strike out with electricity or fire to drive him back, but the moment she did the collar gave a near burning flare of heat in warning.

"My worth is in my magic!" She snapped out. "Take off my collar and I will show you that my worth isn't found in my body!"

"Your magic is what interests me." He stepped back and canted his head to one side, looking even more like the monstrous creature that had sired him. "You will bear me eggs that have more potential for magic, leaders, strong and powerful. My newest egg bearer, I have a special drake picked out for you, one that will assure me of fine offspring."

"I will not bear any eggs for you monsters!" She snapped out, her fingers balled up. "You can't contain me forever! You can't keep me collared forever!"

"I won't need too..." He smiled as he stepped back with her tail flicking back and forth behind the line of his legs as he moved to pick up the jar that had been set to one side by Joran. "Do you never wonder why none of the elves that I keep in my stable never escape? Never run? Never tear away in fear and horror of what we do to them?"

"You chain them like dogs!" Irianna snapped out in rage, her cheeks burning hotly as the black eyes looked her over again. "You force them into this damned place and throw them in cells."

"No, you will be set free.... After." The last word was a rich deep purr, a low rumble that thrilled from his throat.

Her eyes were locked as the fingers moved to pry out the cork in the jar, it was long and just as thick as her forearm. The top came free with a slight popping noise before he carefully set it to one side and the scent of winterberries filled the room. It stung her nostrils and made her wrinkle her nose slightly as he dipped a finger down into the jar, pushing out some pale salve that was flecked with something that was glowing even in the well lit room. His fingers searched and fumbled around the edges before he withdrew something from the mix. He pulled it out, the thick waxy salve was peaked and smeared around the edges, but she could see what it was.

Pure silver with a whorl of mother of pearl inlaid in it from the thick base all the way down towards the narrow needle shaped tip. A unicorn horn, glowing beneath the salve that he carefully rubbed over the edges and called to life a flush of bright silver light. Her eyes narrowed as the drake stepped forward and ran his scaled finger up to pull right over the sharp tip, freeing it so that she could see just how deadly the edge was. How had he gotten a unicorn horn? More to the point, why was it glowing instead of a flat black color with rusted silver edges. It glowed as if it were still alive, which was impossible, absolutely impossible.

"How..." She stared to ask automatically while the fingers squeezed around the tip he watched it flare to life.

"So many species' think that you just kill a unicorn for the horn, you keep trying and slaughtering..." Chesan growled low in his throat, a low vibrating sound as he approached her. "You keep hacking those lovely white and black coats and ripping their horns away to watch them fade and die within an hour or so. The magic gone. Are you so egotistical to think you can steal magic?"

"You can steal magic, it happens every day." She hissed out angrily and drew in a breath as the drake stepped forward and ran the sharp deadly tip of the horn right down along the curve of her belly.

"You can't steal something as pure as a unicorns magic, he can only gift it to you." The drake's teeth were bared in a fierce smile. "When a unicorn dies he can choose to release his magic to the earth to be reclaimed, or he can draw it into his horn to gift to another. Years of being slaughtered have made them... sympathetic to races that have chosen not to try and murder them for the sake of a trophy."

"What is that for?" Her voice spiked higher in fear as the sharp tip brushed between her breasts, raising a slight welt.

"To keep you here." The drake's hand, the tips of the fingers slathered in salve, moved up to cup right between her thighs so she cried out as the scaled fingers scraped against her soft outer lips. "Not in so horrible a way as you think, I need you bound to your mate.. and fertile."

"I don't go into heat like an animal!" She spat the words out, her voice high pitched and quiver as the salve coated fingers spread over her folds and made her writhe against the wall in disgust at the scales scraping over her.

"No, you ovulate, such a little hidden thing that your males must mount you dozens of times hoping that you will catch a baby." He murmured softly. "But the gift of the unicorn is fertility.... And monogamy. It is why he seeks out the virgins, and his magic can stir a barren womb and call to true love. Why else would your men hunt them? Hoping to snare his magic to claim as their own."

She wanted to answer, but the only sound that came from her lips was the curling push of fingers that forced inwards. The walls began to spread open, straining open wider as the digit pushed forward so that she clamped down around it and tried to push it back out as the claw lightly stroked along her tender inner passage. Her cheeks burned in humiliation as she was invaded by the beast, a casual push forward that made her try to hike her hips up higher in the air. The moment she tried her shoulders burned in protest as her shoulders hurt so badly that they were burning. Which was better than the burn between her thighs as the winterberry scented salve was pushed into her and enflamed her inner body. Her inner walls clamped down harder as another slow inch pressed upwards making her cry out shortly.

"Ahh you struggle, little brooder?" Chesan hissed the words mockingly into her ear. "Don't struggle so much or so hard or you could be impaled. Damaged..."

His finger slowly drew out, the claw tip dragged backwards and caught right against her g-spot in a pull that made her bow her back in protest. The drake was closer, his strange musky scent coated in winterberries while her inner passage contracted and ached. It was burning, hurting, heat that was making her struggle to pull her legs together in a shudder. It was a stinging sensation that didn't fade away even as the finger pulled all the way free and gave her folds a tender little stroke. It was an almost possessive rub that made her shudder in place, her eyes flashing open wide as the tip of the needle sharp horn traced along her naval.

"You are not putting that there!" The realization of where the unicorn horn was heading sent terror running through her.

"Don't worry, this horn is not a dead horn." The words hissed against her as the sharp tip of the horn trailed down towards the plump soft lips. It nearly brushed against the rise of her clit so she went deathly still. "Any injury it does, it will heal, but it will not be pleasant for you, especially not on such tender flesh."

"Please..." She squeezed the word out as she held still, trying not to even shiver as the sharp tip started to slide around her clit and lower. "Don't do this..."

The tip of the horn stroked down and suddenly brushed right against her aching passage, the sharpness suddenly catching right along her inner folds so Irianna let out a pained noise, shuddering in place as the spike of pain was soothed away by a brush of warmth. She tried to pull away, her hips arched higher up in the air before the needle sharp tip slipped into her passage. She barely felt it, but she went deathly still as something so sharp entered an area so sensitive. Her nostrils flared open wide as she sucked down a quivering breath and squeezed her eyes tightly shut as the horn rapidly grew wider as it pushed into her.

The texture of the curved horn twisted and curved, caressing through her in a slow smooth stroke. The ache of the salve was soothed away under the push of the stroking of the thing that was pushing in deeper and deeper into her passage. Her walls clamped down in response, automatically as the tip of the horn nearly scraped against her enflamed inner body. A hot wash of breath hit against her neck as Chesan rumbled low in his throat and a hot slimy tongue pushed out along her throat, rolling upwards in a push that ran all the way up towards her chin as she let out a whimper and jerked. The scrape of the sharp horn tip nearly pushed right into her line of her passage, scraping over her so she let out a shrill cry.

"Easy now, little brooder, do you want to be impaled?" The voice was hot against her neck as she snapped her eyes open as the heat of the tongue pushed down lower with a slippery spread of saliva.

"Stop it.." Her voice was strained, feeling the filthy tongue pushing all the way down towards her bare breasts. She wanted to struggle against it, but she made herself hold still as the horn began to push deeper into her body.

She could feel the texture stroking along her in a way that made her horribly aware that it wasn't entirely unpleasant. The texture caught along her g-spot, caressing as her walls were spread open wider and that sharp dangerous tip began to push deeper into her body. She couldn't writhe away, she couldn't do anything but feel the hot tongue suddenly curl right around her breast and the twin tips flick roughly right against her nipple. The beast's scaled lips scraped right around the edges of her breast, dragging along the edges as a hot rush of breath hit out against her skin. The animal was growling, not growling, purring low in his throat in amusement as the horn pushed in and suddenly came up against a barrier.

She let out a muted whimper, feeling the probing sharp tip was deadly as she braced herself, ready to feel it ripping through her body and destroying her. She felt the narrow tip probing while the teeth scraped against her breast, digging in slightly before it drew downwards and suddenly probed right against the narrow opening of her cervix. He twisted the horn slowly, barely sliding it back and forth seekingly while her breath came out in short shallow puffs of breath. Her fingers balled up tightly as the teeth dug down along the softness of her skin, nearly biting it before a sudden push forward wedged right against that narrow opening and tried to force it open as she let out a short whimper of pain and fear.

He forced the narrow passage open, the texture of the needle sharp tip began to push along the passage and rubbed along her. It was pain and pleasure both, pressure that made her stomach clamp down tightly around the spire as her breath came out in short frantic bursts. She snapped her eyes open to see the drake watching her as he ran his fangs over her skin and his tongue twisted around her nipple. The slick saliva clung to her pale skin as she let out a whimper of disgust and fear. As the horn pushed into her womb she could feel her walls clamping tightly around the hard base as the palm of the drake's hand suddenly pushed up against her folds.

Every stiff unyielding inch of the thing was forced into her body, holding her open wide from her quivering folds all the way to her narrow cervix. The heat of whatever salve had been worked into her was starting to fade away, but fire was burning through her stomach. It was spreading, scorching her so she jerked backwards, not caring about the danger to her body as she let out a scream of pain. She struggled and twisted, but he held her in place, the bonds held her in place as it felt as if hot water was being poured through her uterus and flooding upwards so that her stomach cramped in reaction. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut while her walls contracted and clenched around the unicorn horn.

Chesan's muzzle left her breast as she felt her stomach began to throb in time with her rapidly pounding heartbeat. Her humiliation was slipping away under fear as she could feel the familiar burn of magic sliding beneath her, flaring open wider and wider as she let out short shallow breaths and found the ivory scaled head lifting up so that she was forced to look right into the liquid black eyes. Fear jolted through her as the warmth began to spread through her passage, not burning, but a tingling warmth that ran through her lower belly and let her breath come out in a shivering rush. Every part of her body felt strange and electrified as the drake leaned forward, almost pressing against her lips with his muzzle.

"May the blessing of the unicorn give you a fruitful womb, may your union remain bound together from first spark of life to the last breath of death." He murmured softly and there was a final jolt of warmth before it faded away, leaving her entire body quivering in place as she could feel the thrum of magic clinging to her still. She flinched as his hand caressed her folds and began to pull the horn from her body.

"Do not worry, my little brooder, I do not plan to bind myself to you. You will mate my father and produce me a half-sibling to help rule my Empire. And once his seed sparks life in your womb...." The horn dragged free with a wet slick feel, letting her close her cervix again as it pulled all the way free. "You will be bound to him, just a slight shifting of the unicorn's blessing and that binding goes far deeper then you can possibly imagine."

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The sound of snarling beasts and the beating of wings echoed down the narrow hall as Chesan's rough grip kept ahold of the back of her neck and forced her lower into the labyrinth like maze of the cave system. She couldn't keep track of the amount of turns and twists that she was taken on, she had no idea where she was, only that it seemed to go on endlessly. She was exposed, nude, the only 'clothing' left to her were the restraints that wrapped around wrists and ankles to keep her hobbled. She couldn't cover herself as she felt the faint ache of her thighs that created a vague burning sensation low in her belly left over from the touch of the unicorn horn.

As she went down the corridor there was absolutely nothing that was comforting as she was dragged along. There were openings in the smooth walls, at first she had looked in to see what was inside, but every time she did she felt a new rush of fear and horror. In one would be a drake twisted around an elf, his form tucking her in close, but she was not there of her own free will. Chains locked her to the many horns and spikes to securely put her in place against his stomach so that she couldn't struggle away. The possessive drop of his foreleg didn't need to be there, there was now here that she could go. In another an elf was swollen, obscenely so and huddled against a wall while a dragon tended to another a female long brutal thrusts.

They were glimpses of horror as what she saw went against everything she had ever been taught. Sentient creatures were deserving of at least respect, the bare comforts of clothing and beds, but the dragon-kin gave them nothing. They were treated like animals, plain and simple, beasts that were void of all reason and intelligence. No single cave held a bed, just thick heavy moss that the dragons favored to sleep in, no blankets to cover their nudity. Nothing. Even the cruelest estate kept their slaves in pens that held beds, clothing, running water, not like this. Chesan had reduced them to something worse than animals, the women that she saw had dull eyes, lost all hope, all sense of self serving their bestial masters.

"Hello, Father." Chesan stopped at a narrow door that blew fresh air through the opening, the breeze filtered down the hall as he pushed her through into brilliant sunlight. "Come along, girl, meet your new mate!"

With a shove Irianna was thrown forward with a short push against the small of her back, the leather hobbles tripping her up so she was thrown down onto the ground before she could stop herself. Her knees hit against the hard rock, her hands barely catching herself as she let out an angry cry. Sunlight spilled around her, coating her, warming her back while chill hair wrapped around her, twisting and curling along the edges of her hair. She trembled in place as there was a loud rumbling noise that vibrated through the room and she heard a rasping sound, the scrape of claws and the shift of a massive form while she fought her way back up to her knees and found a form swinging a large triangle shaped head down towards her.

White, white like newly fallen snow, white like a cloud, white like polished river rock, the dragon dropped his head so that Chesan's hands could reach up and cup against either side of the far larger muzzle. The eyes were black, offsetting the pure white ridge of scales that ran along the underside, but he didn't have the black beneath his scaling. He was all white, a rare color in dragons, a valuable color when coupled with the near silver color of the horns and spines that ran along his head and the line of his back. They were curled and twisted, showing the age of centuries when coupled with his size and he was crooning at the lord of this mountain. His son.

"I have yet to breed him with an elf, always he has chosen one of my own kind to strengthen our blood." The drake reached up to rub along one of the eye ridges roughly. "But I believe he has finally earned a toy of his own. My mother used him to keep him tame, another ring of bondage in how he was kept as a pet. She was like you, arrogant, powerful and he was just another object."

"You can't do this! He's an animal, like a horse or a dog!" She struggled to her feet, shivering slightly as she swayed in place and managed to brace herself against the wall.

"Mmm..." The drake reached up and scratched roughly right around the base of his spiked back, rubbing back and forth until there was a rattling noise. "Do you see? Arrogance, but now I have found a pet for him, a mate, a possession."

Chains were pulled down from his spiked back, but the drake didn't seem to be bothered, his nose was twitching slightly and the liquid black eyes. The same eyes of her captor regarded her with interest while the nose started to push forward a bit closer. She could feel the heat brushing up against her as the chains fell to either side of the broad shoulders and she saw clips attached to either end. She had seen those chains used in another one of the caves and that was enough to make her struggle to get back. Stumbling away just far enough that she nearly made it to the door before a low growl froze her in her tracks and the large muzzle strained towards her. His head craned upwards, almost touching her thighs as he took in a deeper breath, almost as if he were savoring her scent.

"Ahh the salve, I shouldn't need it with him, but the dragon's do love it and I don't want you broken." Chesan tilted his head to one side, his eyes sliding towards her. "The dragon's love it, worked well with winterberries, they will scoop up every last drop."

"You don't have to do this! I have my own wealth that I would give you." Irianna hated herself as she bargained, but anything to keep the brute away as he leaned forward and snuffed against her leg again.

"I told you where your wealth is found." The dragon-kin approached her, dragging the chains with him. She wasn't going to be chained to this animal.

She lunged towards the door, forced to take small footsteps as the hobbles restrained her, but she at least nearly got past the doorway and towards freedom before there was the sound of scales and chains rattling. An outraged roar vibrated the hall before powerful clawed fingers bit down against the nape of her neck and dragged her backwards. The sharp tips nearly broke her skin as she struggled to get free only to find the grip growing harder and more demanding. Her eyes flashed open wider as inch by inch she was forced backwards into the beast's home and away from the lure of freedom. She stumbled against the dragon-kin lord and was pulled up tight so she could be swung around and face the beast that loomed in front of her.

Cold metal brushed against her wrists as her captor snapped them in place where there would be little hope of her escape. The chains were heavy, dragging down around her wrists as another set of chains was clipped into place on her other wrist and forced them down against her side. Her concern wasn't with the chains, however, it was on the creature that loomed in front of her and snuffed again. The drake's large head dipped down, nearly the size of her torso, and sent out a hot slimy looking tongue to suddenly roll along her thighs. The saliva ran over her as she let out a protesting noise and pulled her legs together, but the powerful oral appendage only pushed harder. It wedged and wiggled, slipped and stroked, cresting up higher and higher until she let out a gasp of shock and heat flooded her cheeks.

"Poor little brooder, don't worry so. I am sure that you will learn to love your new mate's attention, perhaps you'll become one of the ones that returns the favor." Lord Chesan mocked her before suddenly shoving roughly, forcing her to stumble forward with a yelp, straight against the drake's head. "Enjoy your time with Vitti, I have affairs to set in motion while you conceive my sibling."

His sibling, some elf, some female let this creature touch her. The elf's disgust rose up before the tongue shoved harder against her and forced her backwards.

The drake forced her back against the wall as his hot thick tongue pushed up against her folds, smearing along them hotly while he continued the rough snuffling sounds. The tip of the tongue was thick and heavy as it pushed against her folds searchingly, scooping forward as if trying to lick up the salve that had been worked into her. She tried to keep her legs shut, but any time she managed it the tongue began to wedge forward again and rasp upwards. His interest not waning as he forced her ass harder against the stone wall and began to dig for more of the salve. The hard scales that edged his muzzle scraped against her roughly and bit into her soft vulnerable skin.

She let out a hiss, shuddering as the tongue tip pushed up and started to work roughly against the tender opening that had been so recently violated. He swirled around it, curling and twisting for several moments before trying to force his way inwards. The tip of the tongue was at least as thick as the base of the unicorn horn and the creature worked forward with a low rumble of interest as he stepped forward. The darkness of his eyes seemed to watch her as she tried to catch his muzzle in her hands to force away, her fingers digging roughly against the stiff scales in an useless attempt to drive him off. The tongue tip curled, wedging and forcing her folds inwards into the warm thick length pushed higher and spread her inner passage open.

"STOP!" She cried out the words as her walls clamped down in protest, feeling the nimble muscle curling in deeper, dragging along her folds as the drake let out a near crooning noise.

Vitti's jaws began to spread, the lower part pushing forward to splay her legs open as the teeth brushed her knees and put a bit of pressure. The heat of the tongue steadily rolled higher up and dragged along her sensitive passage in a way that was humiliatingly not all together unpleasant. It caressed nerves that felt swollen and strange, the nimble tip seeming to know how to curl just right to ensure that her body shuddered in reaction. She couldn't let this happen, she wouldn't let this happen, this was an animal that elves had domesticated and trained for their use. It was supposed to obey, no matter how much free reign the drake's so called 'son' gave him. She balled her fingers up to grab the heavy chains that kept her bound to him and lifted up one hand to strike out against his vulnerable nose, the heavy links cracking down roughly right over one soft scaled nostril.

The white drake let out a shriek and jerked his head back and up, the length of the dark black tongue pulled out of her with a sudden wet sounding slurp as he lifted his head high in the air. He loomed over her and gave his head a shake, pawing at the side of the nose where he had hit and Irianna gave a fierce grin. He was an animal, trained to obey, and an animal could be taught with patience and treats, or dominated with pain, and the damned stupid dragon-kin had left her a way to punish and put the beast in his place. Or, more the point, a way to ensure that she could leave. The ledge was open to the skies, all she had to do was beat the dragon back and make him submit and she would be free. She could scramble onto his back and fly him home, leaving this hellish place behind.

"DOWN!" She snapped the words and brought up the slack of the chain threateningly. "LIE DOWN!"

Vitti pawed at his nose, but stopped as she snapped the chain against the ground, his dark eyes narrowed and focused on her before he let out a low growl. The lips started to curl back slightly, but she struck out with the chain, hitting it up high against his chin so he gave a jerk back in shock. The chains nearly went taut as he stepped back, but she followed him. She just needed to put him down, put him in his place, she just needed to make sure that he was unable to realize that he had the upper hand with her chains bound the pierced spikes on his back. Any animal could be trained, she had been doing it since she was a child and she gave him another snap before commanding him to lie down again, this time her voice struck out loud and confidently.

"Go on! DOWN!" She stepped forward, lifting her head confidently and tried to ignore the wet dragon saliva along her thighs. She needed to show she was utterly confident and unafraid of the beast.

Vitti slowly, oh so slowly, lowered his head down towards the ground in an act of submission as she advanced. His eyes watched her intently, like a well trained hound, he made no attempt to sniff at her, but went quite still. It was easier than making a dog come to heel. The elf tossed her hair behind her shoulders and moved down along the line of his neck and towards the heavy forelegs. She had never ridden a dragon bare back, but this shouldn't prove difficult, not with the beast ready to obey her. Not when he was going to fear the sting of the chains instead of the strangeness of a rider on his back after so long. She had won, the stupid-

"AAAA!!" She shrieked out as a paw struck out lightning fast and hit hard against her chest, the heavy claws curling along her shoulders as she was thrown towards the ground.

Vitti's wings flared open wide and the drake shifted above her, dragging the chains taut as his head swung down and swayed back and forth just above her eyes. The rumble in his throat turned into a snarl as he swayed back and forth, his tongue flicking in and out against the air as she felt the rough scaled pad of his paw pushing against her chest, keeping her on her back as he let out a soft venomous hiss from his parted jaws. His eyes became slits of darkness before the claws curled harder against her shoulders and suddenly dragged her beneath his body. She screamed out in terror as she felt the claws nearly sinking into her, the rasp of rough stone against her back as the white scaled chest and stomach flashed into view.

The wings flared open wide and dropped down to either side of the beast's body, chasing away the light while she struggled to writhe out from beneath the paw. She snapped out a command, trying to rattle one of the tightened chains, but a hiss answered her and something hot splattered down along her stomach. She couldn't see past the large foreleg that kept her in place, but she could feel something wet sliding along either side of her stomach as the drake shifted his haunches and moved above her. The muscles beneath the scales rippled impressively, showing off the deep chest as he lowered himself above her. The claws scraped over her soft vulnerable skin, raking welts over her before a red form slipped into view, a familiar one.

"Please.. crushing.. me.." She wheezed out and felt the paw clench threateningly so all she could do was whimper.

"Sssss... Vitti, she will not get away." Joran wrinkled his nose delicately. "You must have angered him, I could hear him hissing. Easy..."

The drake snarled down at the dragon-kin, but the strange creature took no offence as he ducked out of site and caught the hobbles of her legs, neatly cutting the leather that bound her. It was such a short lived relief as Joran moved his hands down and suddenly gripped one of her legs and the other hand slapped the claw that held her down. He spoke, but not in proper tongue, but in a guttural hissing tone that made the paw shift over her, relaxing and lifting upwards so some of the weight slipped away from her. Inch by inch the drake released her, but the paw didn't quite leave her entirely. The deadly claws hovered above her as the dragon-kin suddenly heaved against her hip and shoulder and forced her over so her side was caressed right along the curve of her side.

"LET GO OF ME!" She fought to push, but the slender creature was stronger than he looked as he forced her onto her stomach beneath the creature.

The moment she tried to scramble away the drake snapped his jaws down at her, showing every sharp tooth in his jaws as the creature forced her ass up in the air. Her legs were forced open wider before a heavy metal bar was pushed between her thighs so her hips started to ache. Leather straps were fastened around her as she fought them, trying to close her legs against the hold. The heavy paw shoved down against her shoulders, forcing her chest against the hard stone ground and pinning her in place so Joran could work. She could feel the cool air against her exposed folds, the saliva drying on her skin as two broad straps kept the bar between her legs so she was splayed open wide.

"There we go Vitti, now stop fussing." The servant stood up and slapped the drake roughly, his eyes looking her over in an intimate way that brought redness to her cheeks. "I'll be back later to take the spreader bar off you, it won't be comfortable for you to sleep in."

Something hot spilled over her again as the claw shifted against her shoulders, the curling claws scraped along the line of her shoulders as she let out short cry and went still. The sound of the servant leaving was a dim concern when there was something oozing down along the crease of her ass. It wasn't drool, it was something far worse, and she couldn't keep herself from turning her head to look along the line of her back and the broad underside of the drake. The heavy shaft was pushed out from the vent, dark black like his eyes and tongue, and as long as her arm. Thick ridges stood out along the underside as the tip oozed out a trail of pearly looking precum as he shifted his haunches back and forth, the powerful paws scraping against the ground. The harsh scent of dragon musk was on the air, animalistic and heavy.

Her surges forward were stopped by the curling claws as the creature hunched his back downwards and crouched around her, the large haunches splaying to either side of her as another spill of the slick hot precum oozing down over her. It ran down along the line of her ass, spilling lower before the glassy smooth cock tip brushed up against her and the drake let out a croon low in his throat. She didn't want this, she couldn't do this! A broken sob broke from her throat as the tip dragged downwards and suddenly jabbed up roughly against her exposed folds, grinding over her and smearing the wetness over her as she strained forward to the point that the claw tips pierced her skin and dark red beads of blood oozed up and spilled down along the curve of her white skin.

The tip of the cock suddenly pushed up harder against her folds, grinding against her so that it was prying against her opening, too large to slip inwards, her outer folds were forced inwards and digging it roughly. Too big, it was too big to fit inside of her, not even remotely shaped like an elf as she felt a burning pain as he pried her open wider and wider, forcing her open in a taut wide ring to wrap around him before a sudden splatter of precum rushed out of the tip and plunged into her body, oozing out along the edges as he lunged forward. His claws flexed harder against her shoulder, making drops of blood down against the ground as he lunged forward. Forcing and brutally prying her open with his precum lubricating her aching passage.

Her scream didn't even make him pause as she arched her back and started to thrash in protest, the brute felt her walls clinging around his tip and he drove forward harder. The dribbles of precum flooding her as steadily he forced her wider and wider, the first ridge pushing up against her as her outer lips were pushed on themselves as her aching folds tried to push him back out. The powerful haunches inched forward until the first ridge shoved up against her folds and lunged forward with a wet popping noise. The paw suddenly pushed down harder, forcing her head against the ground as the force of his thrusts forced her hips higher up in the air as he forced her body to accept him. Her struggles only earning her sharp pricks with the claws and snarls of warning from the beast hunkered over her.

It hurt, it burned, she writhed and twisted under him ignoring the pain of the claws clinging to him, but the drake only drove forward harder as he tried to sink inside his newest female. Already she could feel the heat of the precum oozing into her, coating her inner passage deeper and deeper as she let out a higher pitched shriek. The next ridge sank in with a wet noise, scraping through her before he started to drag backwards. The strands of wetness clung along the tip of the onyx shaft as he nearly pulled all the way out before sinking forward again with a lewd squelching noise as he forced out his own precum to spill down along her inner thighs. The ridges popped into her one at a time, sinking deeper as another ridge drove into her body and another.

He didn't stop until she felt the tip of the bestial cock suddenly jab roughly right against her recently violated cervix. It hurt, she felt almost bruised as he rubbed against it and let out a low throaty croon before yanking backwards, her walls contracting down tightly around him, feeling every ridge that had forced her to stretch open so wide. Her suckling walls pulled around him, stroking and pulling along the ridges as she let out a sobbing whimper as the drake drove forward again with a hard sharp buck to hammer up against her cervix. The powerful thrust rocked her hips into the air as he tried to break through that barrier to her womb. Every part of her lower body was aching, burning, struggling to hold every last dark inch that was driving into her.

The claws raked down along her back as the drake rumbled and hissed out each time her walls contracted down, the precum bubbling from his tip to smear that animalistic scented wetness through her. She could feel it being forced out around his girth, every time he plunged forward she was over filled and her hips were forced up high as he brutally rammed against her cervix before dragging back again. Thick ropes of the stuff clung along her inner thighs, marking her, humiliatingly her through the pain as the ridges plunged into her over and over again. Just over half his length sank inside of her as he pried ruthlessly along her cervix, dimpling the narrow opening inwards while his head dropped downwards and his dark tongue lolled out in bestial ecstasy of violating her.

Gods.. j-just let him stop.. let him end it... She squeezed her eyes shut as tears rolled along her cheeks as the pain grew, pain and shocks of humiliatingly pleasure when the ridges caught along her g-spot.

The strokes weren't constant, there was no need that filled her, no desire that built up, but now and again he hit her just right and she felt something akin to pleasure that she couldn't stop. The ridges tugged along her splayed open folds as the beast let out a short rumble in throat as he dragged nearly all the way from her quivering body, her inner muscles quivered before the next thrust rocked through her. The thrusts began to drive faster and harder, never giving her a chance to brace herself, never given a chance to think as he moved his claws down along the line of her back and rose welts against her skin. The force keeping her in place as soon only a single ridge of the cock slipped out of her before plunging forward again. Her choked screams became muffled as he wedged upwards against her cervix, never giving her a chance to breath, never giving her a moments respite.

The ridges began to thicken, forcing her open nearly to the point of being torn open as his shuddering bucks forced up hard enough that he nearly pushed his way through the narrow barrier of her cervix. She dug her nails against the ground, praying for it all to end as he continued to drive down against her, the stone floor scraping over her as she was rocked back and forth despite the bracing paw on her back. With a sudden drive forward the drake bottomed himself out and she felt the wings flaring above her, driving wind around her before he came to a shuddering stop above her. She didn't care, she wanted it to end, she wanted it to be over, she didn't care what it meant, she just wanted to end the ache inside of her.

Her final scream was lost in the thundering roar above her as the heavy glans suddenly released a hot pressured jet of sperm rich cum into her body. It hit hard against her cervix, forcing the thicky creamy rush into her vulnerable womb as her walls clamped down hard around him. The ridges dug into her silken passage, throbbing as rope after sticky rope was forced deeper and deeper into her body. The short jerks of the hips tried to force it inwards before the powerful haunches started to push harder until her feet were pushed from the ground. The entire weight of her body was impaled on the cock that flooded her, the heavy weight of it oozing deeper, filling her womb with the heavy semen.

Her cheeks burned red, humiliation and pain making her squeeze her eyes shut as she felt some of the thick seed oozing out from around her obscenely stretched folds. But not all of it. Her belly began to feel heavy, laden down as the cum forced her body to stretch to try and hold it. She wasn't a dragoness, she wasn't large enough for him and her lower belly soon began to bulge from the weight of the cum being pumped into her. Millions of sperm were forcing their way deeper, rushing and spreading, searching for her vulnerable ova to ensure that her body would soon swell for another reason entirely. The first one piercing through the barrier of her egg, claiming it for the drake above her. She couldn't care, she just wanted it to end.

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It was dark, so dark that Irianna could barely see her own hand against the ground as she shifted against the pale white form that slumbered on with soft rumbles. Her entire body felt bruised and sore, her belly was still swollen from the second brutal mating that he had forced on her while she could feel the cum clinging to her outer folds. She reeked like an animal as she stood up and felt the last of the saliva on her shoulders chilling in the cool air. The drake hadn't just raped her, he had herded her, forced her against his stomach after his second round with her. He had licked her, cleaned her with his tongue as the scrapes and blood he had drawn from his claws had long since dried. She had never felt so humiliated in her life, never felt so filthy.

What marriage could I have now? The thought sent a chill down her spine as she struggled to her feet, swaying in place as she did so.

Her lower belly throbbed with pain as she took a step away from her tormenter and blindly felt for the wall. She couldn't imagine the damage the creature's cock had done to her, she was destroyed. Her eyes squeezed shut as she fought not to whimper as she took another step away from the creature while he rumbled softly in his sleep, exhausted from his fun. And well he should have been. The first time had been brutal, but the second time had nearly killed her as he had pulled out only long enough to eat a bloody meal before he had claimed her again. This time he hadn't taken it slowly, he had forced himself into her sore exhausted body and forced himself all the way past her cervix, the glans destroying that narrow passage.

Don't think about it.. Just don't think about it. She nearly felt sick as she managed another step forward.I'm getting out of here.

Lord Chesan had made the largest mistake he could have. After he had finished with her the second time Joran had come again, and this time he had stripped her of her restraints without a word. She hadn't moved, she hadn't shown the rush of hope she felt as the chains on her wrists were removed. They must have thought she was broken and beaten, but she was made of sterner stuff than that. She hadn't made a move while the dragon was awake and tending her, only let out muffled noises of disgust at the feel of his tongue on her body as Vitti had bathed her. But now, now there was darkness and silence and her chance to escape this hellish place.

She ignored the aching of her body and moved past the door way without the dragon doing more than shifting in his sleep. As she slipped into the hall she let out a sigh of relief and straightened herself up, wincing slightly at the warm seed that she could feel along her inner thigh. She would find her way out of here first, and then she would be able to find a stream or a river or a pond to wash herself in. She would wash away the horror she had experienced, wash away the taint from her body and it would be as if this had never happened. She would bury the memory deeply and never think of it again.

The hall was silent as she passed through it, straining to hear the sound of footsteps as she tried to recall the way out of the mountain. It wasn't easy, but she managed to find her way from the pits of the dragons, ignoring the faint whimpers of the elves who must still be in chains. As she padded down the stairs she felt a slight wave of dizziness pass through her, trembling slightly as she gripped the railing and leaned forward. It took her a moment to get her breath before she continued down the long winding staircase, panting shallowly as she tried to keep alert for the sounds of the rumbling dragons or footsteps. By the time she reached the lower level her chest began to tighten slightly as she tried to catch her breath.

It wasn't that bad going up them... She licked her lips, her tongue feeling dry as she moved down the corridor that was lined with lanterns. She knew this one, she had been dragged along it towards the caves, it led to the landing court for the dragons. And from there she could get down to the foot hills.

She couldn't catch her breath as easily as she should have, every breath came with a gasp as she tried to get enough oxygen into her lungs. She felt light headed as she started to sway back and forth through the hall, each step growing harder to take as she gasped and tried to get enough breath into her lungs. It hurt to try and get enough air in, like daggers stabbing through her chest as she tried to concentrate on the opening of the hall. She just had to get past this place, past any guards, that was all. Her body hurt so badly as she tried to keep up on her feet, but she wanted to drop, but she had to get out of here. She had to leave. Another step, and another, spikes of pain hit her as her chest tightened and she started to drop, only her hand on the wall kept her from collapsing.

"Stubborn brooder, why have you left your mate?" A low purr made her lift her head as she panted faster and faster, she wasn't getting enough air, her chest burned worse and worse with every gasp.

Lord Chesan padded beside her, rumbling in amusement as he paced a slow circle around her with his head canted towards her. Her eyes blurred slightly as she saw him in the firelight, and she whimpered a little as his slender visage sent a spike of fear through her. It was all too easy to see his sire in the ivory scaled face as he came in front of her and let out a low laugh as she stumbled backwards.

"Leave... me... alone.." She panted, but some of the pain in her chest eased while the dragon advanced on her.

"Are you having problems breathing, girl?" He trilled out softly as he padded towards her.

"N-no... just... move.." She gasped the words out, stumbling back again as the dragon continued to advance on her, his dark eyes glittering in the firelight.

"Foolish girl.." He continued to advance so she was forced to step back, but with each step she was able to draw in a deeper breath. "Do you think that you'll be able to just walk out of here?"

"Yes.." She panted, drawing herself up a bit straighter, feeling stronger before the drake let out a low laugh.

"You are bound, little brooder. Even now your body works to grow a fine egg.. You cannot leave your mate." Chesan's steps forced her backwards as his wings flared open, almost blocking the opening. "The unicorn's horn blesses a marriage with a fruitful womb and long life together, but I told you I changed the spell. Your mate will have many females to sate himself, but you... You are bound. To remain alive, you must be near him, leave him and you will slowly collapse.."

"I would rather be dead then go back to that beast!" Irianna lunged past him, shoving along his wing so that the lord barked out laughter as pain hit her lungs again. She didn't care, she ran as her lungs burned and her breath caught in her throat.

She ran until her legs trembled and her eyes watered up, it didn't matter, nothing mattered, if she could not be free she would not give this beast an egg. She stumbled, her feet tripping over each other, but she continued on with the dragon laughing behind her. She was just ten feet from the opening before she collapsed, every breath a torment as it felt as if fire was burning in her lungs. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't stand, the world swam around her as she dropped down to her knees and felt the ground rise up to meet her. Death, she would die here, but better that then face the creature's brutal attempts to breed her. Better that then carry his egg.

"Foolish girl, you will not die, only become easier for your mate to find you. After all, I am not in the habit of destroying my animals." Lord Chesan's voice echoed from a distance as it became harder to concentrate on the present. "Do not worry, sweet brooder, I will return you to my father. He will want to mount his new mate when he awakens and I would not deny him his little pleasures."