{"sf1_id":6572,"sf2_id":"AnK2N9om","title":"An angry Drak'ka is not to be scorned...","author":"gryphraff","words":1949,"posted_at":"2005-07-26T03:08:00.000Z","tags":["Bad Language","Captivity","Dragon","Drugs","Human","M/F","Rape"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/6572-an-angry-drak-ka-is-not-to-be-scorned","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/AnK2N9om","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=6572\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"Written on a Kaypro II, Stored on a SSDD 5.25\" disk, Transferred to a Kaypro 2X on a DSDD 5.25\" disk, Copied to an IBM PC/XT, transferred to a Packard Smell 286 running 42 Track SMAX disks on a HD system, stuck in a box for 10 years until it was copied onto a dual Athlon running DOS 7 under Virtual PC with XP and uploaded to you from a flash drive that is bigger than the hard drive on the 286.  \n  \nPart of the story was damaged in the process, but I wanted to throw it out for comments. Be gentle, this was written 12 years ago when I was still a cub, er, kid, um, yeah. I'm working on fixing the damaged portion and hopefully cleaning up the horrendous grammar, and the discontinuities. Sorry about the format, but that's how Wordstar works.  \n  \nRequires a 4MHz Z80 or i8080 with 32K of RAM and CP/M 2.2. And a Beer.  \n  \nThis story contains acts of rape between a human and a dragon, or draconian if you prefer. If this offends you in any way, I'm doing something right.  \n  \n  \n(c) 07/18/1993 by (QG)  \n  \nAn angry Drak'ka is not to be scorned...  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I walked into the inn about 9 o'clock, or somewhere in that  \narea. It's always hard to tell. The sun had just set, and the  \ncool night air was moving in to the warm, brightly-lit room. In  \none quick glance, I assessed the room. The only other table  \nin use was occupied by a group of four figures, hooded and robed  \nin black. Humans by their looks, and females by their smell. They  \nwere all staring, drinks in mid flight, at me. Or, rather at my  \nviolet, brass belted shorts, the only thing I wore. For one of my  \nkind, I had no more than average endowment, but, I guess to a  \nhuman, what I had would be extra-large.  \nLet me explain. I'm not human, and only vaguely resemble  \none. My word for myself is Drak'ka, pronounced with a growl.  \nHumans tend to associate the word with dragon, which I resemble  \nsomewhat. I'm about 6'4\", have a sleekly muscled body, even for  \none of my kind. I have claws on both my feet and hands. Large  \nwings, which I keep folded, rise out of my shoulderblades. A  \ndragon-like head, a mouth of sharp teeth, and large horns  \ncomplete my ensemble. My eyes are violet, and my skin is a  \ngrayish-green, which is standard fare for a male of my type. As I  \nmentioned, I wear only a pair of shorts and a belt, with a strap  \nthat runs up my chest, and around to hook on the belt again, on  \nwhich I keep my weapons, and small pockets for storage. Nothing  \nunusual.  \nI took a table as far away from the group as possible, and  \nunfolded my wings when I sat down, as to not scrunch them up.  \nIt's awkward to sit in a human's chair, but that has to be dealt  \nwith. The \"other\" group was trying hard not to be obvious about  \nstaring at me. I gave a small snarl of laughter, and they all  \nturned away like nothing had happened, which made me snarl again.  \nA noise at my shoulder made me look. A serving wench had  \napproached me and was visibly nervous. I guess they don't get  \nmany of my kind here. I ordered a large plate of whatever meat  \nstew was on the menu, and a \\*large\\* tankard of honeyed mead. My  \nfavorite.  \nShe brought my plate, and I flipped her a golden trade-bar  \nfrom an unknown pocket on my belt. Before she had caught it, I  \nwas attacking the stew, and paid no attention to her disbelief.  \nThe bar was worth far more than the meal. The look on here face,  \nthat I caught out of the corner of my eye, was one of the simple  \npleasures available in this spot-on-the-map. In her surprise, she  \nalmost looked as if she had a guilty conscious. I paid it no  \nheed.  \nThe stew was excellent, with an exotic taste to it. My mind  \nwas screaming something, but I filed it behind the base instinct  \nof hunger. Within minutes it was gone. I pushed the plate back  \nand grabbed the flagon of mead. I tilted my head back and  \nliterally poured it down my throat, the only way to drink from a  \nhuman glass.  \nI dropped the flagon onto the table, and suddenly could  \nbarely keep my eyes open. I never got that torpid after a meal,  \nbut there's a first time for everything. I noted with groggy  \nuninterest that the four were gone. That was the last thought I  \nhad before my head slumped to the table as I fell into a deep  \nsleep.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\*\\*\\*  \nI awoke to find myself tied to a cold stone table. My legs  \nwere slightly spread, and bound to the table at the ankles with  \nwide leather straps. My arms were at my sides, bound with similar  \nstraps. My wings were spread flat, and had straps holding down  \nthe talons at the apex and end of the wingarm. Whoever did that  \nknew that if the wings are not unfolded properly, blood will  \ncease to flow to them. It was like the table was made for me.  \nAltogether, it was a very comfortable position, but I was in no  \nmood to enjoy it.  \nSomeone was entering the room, but no matter how I craned my  \nneck, I could not see who it was. But I recognized the scent. One  \nof the humans from the Inn. I snarled at her. \"What do you want,  \nhuman bitch!?\" \"So ferocious,\" she purred as she ran a finger  \ndown my chest. It was then I noticed I was completely naked. In  \nmy anger, I hadn't noticed.  \nI shivered visibly in the wake of her finger. \"So you like  \nthat do you?\" That same obnoxious purr. I wanted to throw up. \"No  \nbitch,\" I snarled. \"It's cold on this table.\" She reached over  \nand barehanded my snout. \"Didn't hurt, s  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \non my dick would not let me have it. My  \nheart was pounding, each beat thunder in my ears. I thought I was  \ngoing to die from the feeling.  \nShe started again, but I hardly noticed. I barely heard her  \ngasp as she came for what seemed to be the millionth time. This  \ntime she didn't stop. She kept right on going. I had been so  \nclose to orgasm so many times that at first, nothing happened.  \nSlowly, I felt the feeling rising higher and higher, nearing the  \nstop. She wasn't going to stop. I neared the edge and hung there  \nas her rhythm slowed to a snails pace. My heavy breathing grew  \nextremely erratic. My jaw, swollen from the numerous bashes  \nagainst the stone table, hit again. My eyes jammed shut.  \nMy heart was pounding so hard, I couldn't hear my own  \nsnarls as I began to fall over the edge with a pace a snail could  \nhave beaten. Slowly, back and forth. My mind screamed. My body  \nscreamed. I screamed. I fell.  \nThe contractions of orgasm ripped into my body, travelling  \nup my sides and into my brain. It felt like my balls were being  \nforced through my dick. The sensation increased my orgasm  \ntenfold. Wave after wave assaulted my body, each pulse of my  \nthundering heart increasing the feeling more and more, until I  \nthough that my mind was going to fly so high, I would never come  \ndown. I went higher than I ever did before, my body riding as  \nhigh as my maleness would go.  \nShe continued to jump on my ravaged cock, each movement  \nripping my sides with another orgasm, another ball travelling up  \nmy dick. A wail filled my ears. It was mine.  \nFinally she stopped, which did nothing to ease the  \npleasure/pain I was feeling. I climaxed for almost a minute more,  \nand finally started to float back to the ground. I tried to stay,  \nbut could find nothing to grab on to. Rational thought returned,  \nagainst my will. My climax faded to a feeling like no other.  \nI opened my eyes, and waited for things to focus. She  \npulled off my softening cock, the air feeling as cold as my body  \ndid after what had just happened. She crawled unsteadily to the  \nedge of the table, fell off and hobbled over to my face.  \nMy eyes were slits, and my heart was still pounding in my  \nears, but I could at least think. \"I knew you'd enjoy it as much  \nas I did,\" she spat out. I tried to hurl a load of obscenities  \nabout mating with things outside her species, but found my mouth  \nwould not work. Nothing else worked either. She walked very  \nslowly toward the door. Through my partially opened eyes, I could  \nsee she was walking bow-legged. Serves her right.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\*\\*\\*  \nI lay on the table panting for almost a half-hour while my  \nbody tried to re-establish communication with my wracked brain.  \nSlowly, control returned, although I had neither the will, nor  \nstrength to move. A sound of someone coming in to the room  \nattracted my attention. Another of the females from the inn. She  \nwalked over to me, her hood already down, a look of lewd thoughts  \non her face. No more! I tried to whine, but only gurgled.  \n\"Look like you gave sis the time of her life.\" the female  \nmumbled. \"Wish I could try to, but that's for another time. I do  \nhave something for you, however.\" She ran a finger down my sweat-  \nslicked body, and I could see the nasty thoughts running through  \nher mind. She gently reached under my elbow, pressed her thumb in  \nthe crook of my arm, and suddenly jabbed a dart into my arm. I  \ndon't think I would have needed the Grathikka tipped dart to put  \nme to sleep, if I had just been left alone.  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \nI awoke to the feeling of pain in my jaw, and my whole body  \ninclusive. I tried to pull myself up. Pleasure/pain wracked my  \nbody in the agonized moment it took to get to my feet. I realized  \nI was fully dressed in my shorts-belt. Evidently, I couldn't  \nthink and stand at the same time. I fell over, and grabbed for  \nsomething to steady on.  \nI had grabbed the bedpost of a large four poster bed.  \nClutching the post for dear life, I looked around. I was in my  \nrented suite at the town's local \"fancy\" hostelry. The bed,  \nalready turned down, was inviting. I worked my way over to the  \nside, crawled in, and scooted down under the cotton covers,  \nresting my head on the down pillows. Laying on my stomach, I  \nstretched my wings, and relaxed them over the side of the bed.  \nPulling up the extra-wide blanket made just for my kind, I  \ndrifted alarmingly fast toward sleep.  \nI though about what had happened today. The female had  \noverlooked one detail. Actually two. The first being that she was  \nfertile. The second being that our species could produce  \noffspring. It was the mating of some unnamed demon and several  \nhuman females that gave birth to my race. The child she would  \nproduce would be a full-blooded drak'ka, and she would most  \ndefinitely die in the birthing process. The human female was  \nnever designed to deliver something that large.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; When the time came, nine months from now, I would know  \nexactly where she was. She was carrying my child. And I was not  \ngoing to let humans raise him. Yes, him. My revenge would be  \ncomplete.  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \nComments welcome!  \n  \n\n"}