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The world hurt, Ember hurt, every movement was a throbbing feel of pain that made her breath catch in her throat and wheeze out painfully. She slipped in and out of consciousness slowly, finding it harder to sort out what was going on and where she was. She felt as if she were going to be sick at any given moment when she did try to open her eyes. She wasn't sure how much time had passed, how could she be? Every time she opened her eyes the time of day changed, sometimes she woke up at night, sometimes she woke up at the height of the day and the bright sun. Eventually, slowly, she came alive again in bits and pieces. Her eyes flickered open, just feeling a slight sting at the sunlight that filtered through the bars overhead. The wolf shifted slowly, her movements painful as she felt the muscles aching along the line of her back where she had hit the ground. Her armor hadn't helped her in that way, it had just been something to dig in along the line of her spine as her horse had reared and thrown her.

The grey wolf pushed herself up and moved her hands up to cup against her forehead, squeezing her finger tips down firmly as the straw cushioned and crackled beneath her, the sharp tips jabbed at her and scratched despite her soft thick fur. She tried to piece together her memories of the battle while she leaned her head back against the hard stone behind her. She recalled the final press against the Tolkon. The trumpets had sounded as she had been on her horse so as to better command her family forces, all six hundred of them. They had had the enemy on the run, a final push that should have sent them retreating back to the hills where they could be hunted down slowly. But something had gone wrong, there had been fire and scream, the cats had gone down first, a rush of powerful soldiers that had fallen before her own company had been called up.

And that's where it got hazy, she had remembered her horse rearing and pitching, but not quite why, the fire had been there. Erupting along the lines and then the world had gone black. Ember twitched her ears back on her head and lifted her head to look around blearily. The light still hurt her eyes, but mercifully there wasn't much, just a few thin bands of sunlight that came down at an angle. She wasn't surprised to find herself in a prison cell, the light stone blocks that made up the walls were solid looking and imposing, the bars on the window thick and dark. There would be no escape that way, her eyes slid towards the door automatically, but there was no door to speak of. There was no need for one, a massive form stood in the doorway blocking out any hope of escape, the reptilian head angled towards her with the cold yellow eyes focused on her every movement.

He was a dark dun color, his pebbled hide boasted a pattern of dappling along his sides while his chest was covered in gleaming pale silver armor. He was large, with a broad set of wings partially spread out to help make him look further imposing, his short curved horns were capped in the same metal of his chest. The wolf moved to stand, her head spinning, and as she reached out she realized that she had been stripped of her own armor. Her fuzzy recollection of events didn't provide her with the answer as to why she had been stripped down or when. Ember reached down with her paws to cover herself as best that she could, one arm resting right over the swell of her white breasts and the other moved to cover her loins. The drake watching her didn't seem to notice her embarrassment, he didn't move, he just watched her dispassionately. He might have well of been a door.

"I..." She croaked and paused to cough, trying her best to clear her through. "I invoke that Genoan Article of War as a Noble of house-"

"Your articles mean little here." The beast spoke slowly, a slight growl teased the edges of his voice, though he made no move towards her as she took an unsteady step forward.

"They mean everything." Ember licked her dry lips and sucked in a steadying breath. "As a noble I am to be accorded the option to ransom and meet with my captors to discuss my release and proper accommodations."

The drake didn't even blink as she argued with him, he watched her for a long moment and tilted his head to one side. "We have made your accommodations. You are alive because you are useful, I would recommend you keep that in mind. We have no need for gold, we are already overrunning you."

"You were defeated in the last battle." She snapped, stiffening and the hair along the nape of her neck bristled slightly with outrage. "We drove you back."

"You drove us back to the second line, and as soon as we reached it we decimated your army." The guard's lips twitched in the faintest hint of a smile. "You will be the final weapon we require to erase your name from the face of the world."

Ember tried to chase away the last edge of dizziness, her eyes narrowed down as she let out a low growl deep in her throat. The drake didn't even budge, barely a twitch of an eye ridge as she approached him, rumbling softly under her breath. They couldn't be defeated so easily, there had been nearly three thousand soldiers on the field ready to do battle, no matter what strategy they had, they couldn't have overrun them so easily. She had a right to ransom herself, her family would pay the funds to release her, a person of her rank had certain rights accorded to her, not the smallest of which was the right to contact her father to have her ransomed.

"Sit down girl, they'll know you've woken up soon enough. You're going to want to be well rested when they do come." The drake sounded dismissive, as if he were bored with the conversation.

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Ember spent two weeks in the cell, the guards shifting and changing, but none of them said anything to her. They watched her, but they wouldn't answer her questions no matter how many times she asked or attempted to drag a response from them. There was a door, she found that out, but they didn't close it. The feel of reptilian eyes on her made her skin crawl, all her life she had been told about the Drakken, that they were a mindless devouring race that sought to claim every inch of land. Their hard hide, their near bestial features. Every other race had certain defining features that set them apart as intelligent, they threw away their need for litters and pack bonds. It was rare to even have twins, but not so with the dragons.

They bore huge clutches, sometimes even throwing offshoots of beasts that were little more than animals. They didn't practice science the way her own people did, working to do away with the superstition of the past, instead they practiced their own bastardized magic. They worshiped dark gods and ancient devils, they were still convinced that they could change the world by appealing to their gods and making sacrifices of their own people to ensure that their messengers sped towards the underworld. They were little more than barbarians that needed to be eradicated for the good of the country. The days where gods and demons controlled the lands were at an end, now they were developing sciences, curing illness, creating new houses and systems of government.

She was given food and water, but no privacy, not even to relieve herself. They seemed to be afraid she might find a way out if she were left alone. She made do, mostly because she had no choice, she had even managed to find enough fabric to cover her loins, but nothing else. She had to make do with the fact that she was exposed, a fact that was harder to bear the few times that the guards seemed to watch her with something akin to interest in their eyes. She was never able to evade them in that case, they always seemed to linger when they looked at her. It was almost a relief the day they came for her, not just a change of the guard, but a group of drakes.

"I want to speak about ransom." Were the first words out of her mouth as two drakes, better dressed and armors than the rest approached her. "I deserve it by the code of war."

"A code that your people set out, not one that we invented." A black drake spoke up with a flawless accent. "We do not need to adhere to a law that does not represent us, but have no fear, little wolf. You will be returned to your people soon, Lady Ember. I am Lord Talish, and I give you my word."

The black drake was obviously the leader, his scaling was tinged into silver and he boasted a set of two long horns on his head, both of them uncapped with armor. What armor that he had was decorative at best, which hinted that he was a higher placed member of their court. The pale grey eyes swept over her briefly, looking from her toes all the way up to her muzzle as she bristled and curled her lips backwards disdainfully and glanced at his companion. The smaller light blue drake showed the tell tale signs of being a younger son, or perhaps a minor noble. The armor was poorly fitted and showed enough wear that it was obviously a hand me down from a wealthier generation. But at least they were higher ups, they weren't guards who would ignore her questions and demands.

Ember let out a slight growl, struggling not to snap out in response to her demand to be able to ransom herself. "I should have been returned weeks ago, not humiliated in this pit with your guards."

"The guards were required. I don't discount your inventiveness when it comes to escape, or the age of our doors and facilities." Talish flicked his fingers towards her and his well dressed counterpart stepped forward to take her arm despite her wordless protest. "Also, they helped monitor you, unlike your.... Civilized culture, we haven't forgotten that scent is another function that can be just as valuable as sight."

The drake holding her didn't hurt her, but it was a firm grip along her upper arm and wrist, fingers clutching down almost bruisingly hard along her wrist. She pinned her ears back along her head, resisting the urge to struggle, struggling would only get her hurt.

"So you're releasing me? Without ransom?" She almost barked a laugh. "I don't believe it. If you think I will willingly lead any of your people into my lands, or any of our lands, you are sorely mistaken."

"You can be persuaded." The black drake murmured softly, a smile curling the edges of his long muzzle.

"Torture." She curled her lip a bit, even as she felt a cold curl of fear in her stomach. "You truly don't care anything for decency."

"No, not torture. We are not the barbarians that you believe us to be, we would prefer a more mobile spy in place." Talish smiled, the white serrated teeth flashing slightly.

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Ember was escorted from the prison, trying to avert her eyes from the prisoners that were filling the rest of the cells. He had captured nearly a dozen officers from her army, and each one was personally guarded by one of the drakes that had been watching her. She didn't understand why, it was a waste of resources, but there was nothing she could do to help them, there was nothing she could do to help herself. She acknowledged them with a brief flick of her eyes, but there was no one that she knew in the cells, for that she was grateful. She didn't want to imagine one of her relatives, her friends, her soldiers tossed into a cell like she had been. The strangest part was, that they were female, every time she saw an outline, it was that of a female, if they had captured males they must have been held in another portion of the estate.

She was hauled from the lower recesses of the aging estate and brought up to a room that startled her and made her hackles raise up along the back of her neck. It was a portion of an old temple, the sort that they had done away with three generations ago. Filled with strange statues of grimacing spirits and snarling gods and demons, an altar placed along the middle of the room with trenches that had been carved into the top of the marble alter, with similar grooves cut into the floor itself. Drains for blood, of that she was sure. A place where sacrifice was a part of their lives, where they continued to hope that they gods would shine down on them and grant them their prayers. All they had to do was kill.

Barbarism... She curled her lip up and struggled as she was dragged towards the altar, the drake holding her only dug his fingers in more firmly and forced her arm behind her back. Pound for pound he outweighed her, and he put that weight behind her to force her towards the altar.

"Be at peace girl, the gods won't answer our summons for your blood!" Talish snorted and helped drag her onto the marble altar. "Bind her."

The wolf struggled to get free, but the guards advanced to help keep her in place. Her legs were splayed to either side on the narrow altar, where the grooves scraped against her fur. Ember tried to writhe free, struggling against the bindings that were brought up from the base of the altar, thick heavy chains and leather restraints that wrapped around her ankles so she couldn't drag them back up. The chains were too short, it was almost painful to hold her legs that far apart, and her hips were placed on a small rise on the altar so that her loins were pushed up higher in the air. The guard forced her arms up, pressing her wrists together until one heavy cuff wrapped around both of them, squeezing them together to the point she could feel the bones grating against each other. Her whimper of pain did nothing to stop them from tightening the bindings and stretching her arms back so that she was laid out on the stone.

The meager covering was the next thing to be pulled off, yanked from her body without even an attempt at gentleness. She flicked her tail up and curled it between her legs with a whimper, ears pulling back flat to her head. They were going to rape her, on the altar of their gods they were going to force themselves on her in the hopes of breaking her. She had always known in war it could be a risk, but now all she could feel was cold terror as the dragons moved around her. They were two hundred pounds larger than she was, they would easily break her apart in an attempt to breed her! Those thoughts ran wild through her head as she tried to hold her tail in place.

"You gave up so much for science and reason, you shunned being an 'animal' and looked down upon those of us who retained our connection." Talish rumbled out as he moved around the room, approaching the lined up statues of false gods. "Trained against using your nose and senses. Estrus, what do you call it now, ovulation? You can't even sense it, the males of your country ignore it, it's a scent so watered down by evolution that you simply breed at all seasons for the hope of offspring."

"And animals like you sniff each other." She snapped out, trying to squirm backwards, struggling against the restraints. She had to lift her head at an awkward angle to see him standing at the foot of a statue of a serpentine like form. His fingers ran out and traced the edges of the bowed head.

"Yes, why do you think we waited? You are useless to us out of season.. useless to Teleostei infertile." He nearly crooned out the words as he reached down to the chest of the god.

"So you'll rape me, breed me." She snapped out, the fear came to her voice at the thought, her stomach turning.

"No. You are our spy, our carrier, our host... Teleo, bring me your messenger, bring me your gift, to inhabit my enemy and create from her my ally." The words were crooned out, a low musical sound that made her twitch her ears back as he hooked his fingers at the stomach of the statue.

With a grating sound the rock lifted up, scraping and sending bits of dust spilling down to either side in a trickling stream. Her eyes fixed on that point as the dragon lord lifted up the portion of stone and reached in with a splashing sound. There was water in the walls, she could hear it splashing this way and that as the drake leaned in far and grunted softly. After what seemed like forever, he drew his hand back, but it wasn't alone, something dark and slimy was pulled out from the depths of the statue. Black with dappled yellow and red dotted along the line of the back, the head large and wedge shaped with elongated jaws and glowing orange eyes that flashed in the light. An eel, like some horrible parody of an eel, it shifted and moved with a soft hissing sound coming from the long narrow muzzle.

The dragon stroked it, caressing and running his hands along the length of the back so that she could see the slimy wetness clinging to his fingers when he pulled away. The eel tightened around his arm, nearly as thick as the length of her wrist and well over four feet long with a line of textured bumps that ran along the spine. It twisted and writhed, water dribbled down along the line of the jaws and hit the ground as it swayed back and forth with small darts forward before pulling back again. Talish saw her watching and gave a slight smile, his fingers trailed along the edges of back, running along each bump.

"I have no intention of touching you with my shaft, you will carry him behind the lines for us, him and all of his offspring to infect your commanders." Talish ran his fingers back beneath the jaw as he approached the altar. "Of course, that means he must have a viable womb to reproduce in, the species does not matter as much as you might believe it does."

"You vile-" She started to snarl, trying her best to shrink away, but the other noble, the poorly dressed on stopped her words.

A leather band was pushed over her muzzle, squeezing it shut so swiftly that she nearly bit her own tongue. The band was attached to a lead that forced her head up and away from watching the dragon lord, she couldn't see anything but the drake behind her as Talish approached, she could hear him. She could also hear something dropping down onto the altar, a wet slick slithering sound that made fear nearly choke her. She had imagined rape, or being torture or killed, but this creature, this strange eel that was like no earthly creature. The idea had her skin crawling as she struggled and vainly tried to pull her legs together against the chains the bound her. The thing brushed against her leg, a slow caress that ran towards her upper thigh.

It wasn't cold and slimy, it was warm as it caressed through her fur and a thick heavy tongue suddenly pushed out and curled right along the softness of her folds. It was textured, rasping and dragging along her inner folds with a slow roll forward that spread her folds open wider and wider. The pushing stroke ran and stroked lightly along the inner folds, caressing nerves that made her clamp her jaws shut a bit harder as she let out a breathy whimpering noise. The eel's long body ran along the length of her legs, stroking upwards slowly as the tongue started to wedge forward, flickering and fluttering to push right up against her opening. It was tasting her, gathering up the wetness with the tongue tip and dragging it back in before pushing forward again.

The faint pressure made her arch, her stomach going tense as it pushed into her body slowly, unlike anything she had ever felt as it stroked inwards. The barbs were smoothed down so that it was just smooth flesh pushing into her, the tip sliding in deep enough that her muscles rippled and contracted tightly around the appendage before it dragged back out again and the barbs flared open. A textured caress that stroked along her silken walls so that she felt a spike of pleasure rippling through her, forced humiliating pleasure as the barbs found parts of her body to stimulate that she had never imagined before. She quivered in place as the appendage pulled from her and began to slip away wetly.

"PLESH!!" She tried to beg, but there was no mercy in these beasts, she felt the sudden push of the blunt slimy muzzle that pushed forward, wedging right against the soft plush lips.

The slender muzzle wiggled back and forth, shifted this way and that, trying to force her lips to spread apart. The tip of the muzzle was slender and small, nestling in against the opening, wedging the tip into her body, pushing past the taut ring and rapidly growing larger by the moment. The walls spread open wider, straining them wider and wider as the muzzle began to push forward and caressed through her. The slimy feel of it helped lubricate her as the first few inches of the muzzle were easy, not wide at all, only horrifying in the fact that it was happening at all, but the beast steadily grew larger and larger as the muzzle spread open wider and began to stretch her. The powerful creature's muscles bunched up, rippling against her inner thighs as the taut ring strained open wider and wider, her inner muscles rippled and protest.

Her breathing came out in short sharp bursts, her nostrils flaring wide as she let out a helpless noise did in her throat while she felt the smooth flesh sliding through her. The muzzle started to thick and grow larger and larger, straining open wide as the walls were straining right along the bridge of the muzzle and the spread of the head. The slippery texture pushed in deeper as the taut ring was stretching and protesting, clenching down to try and force the head out of her body, but it surged forward. The powerful push began to wedge into the point that the ridges started along the eel's spine. They ran along her passage, sliding inwards slowly and steadily, pressing inch by slow inch.

Every ridge caught against her open with a slick popping sound before she felt the ridge running along her inner passage and caressing her intimately. The rippling of the eel's muscles could be felt inching and pushing, tensing and bunching up to push him forward as she struggled to find a way to get out. The rasping tongue escaped the narrow muzzle as it plunged forward, she could feel it scraping right along the spongy barrier of her cervix. The barbs ran in circles as the thick muscled length began to strain the walls open wider and wider, shoving forward with the muscles being compacted together and thickening.

She could feel the ridges along the line of her straining passage, her walls clenched and squeezed, pulling around him tightly as they pushed and rubbed deliberately along her g-spot. It sent a shock through her and she struggled against the strap that bound her muzzle, yanking roughly against it, but she could only move her muzzle up less than an inch. The sudden push of the tongue curled and flickered against her cervix, the narrow tip dug against a point that made her whine out shallowly. The forceful push began to wedge and stretch, curling as the narrow ring was pushed inwards. The tip tried to squirm inwards as she let out a high pitched whimper, her eyes squeezed shut while the head of the eel pushed in harder. The slippery slick body was pushing forward, building up the pressure as the narrow tongue tip began to push into the rubbery tube of her cervix.

It was a part of her body that wasn't designed to be penetrated by an appendage, unprepared as she felt the rubbery ring start to stretch open. She twisted this way and that, keening out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as the tongue pushed deeper, spreading her open as a guide while she felt the narrow nuzzle tip digging against her body. Too much, there was too much, she was dilated forcibly and the tongue started to push in deeper, the hard tip of the muzzle soon was digging against the barrier. The pressure grew, building on itself as the eel twisted and spread her entire passage too wide, nearly as wide as a knot would have been. It was rolling and forcing himself with the muscles thickening as he tried to breach a part of her body that was never meant to be filled.

The thickness of the nose made her keen out, her body shuddering in place as she felt the burning ache of her muscles screaming in protest. The narrow muzzle shoved forward, forcing it's way in, while the ridges of the spine continued to assault the rise of her g-spot. It was a painful pleasure where her body couldn't stop experiencing alternating flares of desire that had her walls contracting and squeezing and overwhelming pain as the muzzle forced it's way in. Her cervix wasn't prepared for this, the slime along the creatures body was rolled off and gathered around the edges as her belly began to grow heavy and bloated feeling.

The forehead pierced the straining passage, pushing to the point she felt as if she were about to tear as the largest point plunged forward and suddenly gave a plunge forward. The muscular body rippled and shifted, forcing it's length through her barrier, her high pitched cry lost in the muzzle as she felt her stomach plumping out around the edges. The weight was coiling inside of her, curling and caressing with a shudder that ran down the length of her spine. She let out a harsh panting cry, her eyes squeezed shut as her body trembled in place, too many sensations toying through her, the aching pain of being stretched, the ridge of flesh caressing her, the muscles of the beast working against the contractions that tried to squeeze him back out.

Inch after thick inch twisted within the softness of her womb, curling as her cervical passage was violated and abused. She'd never had a cub, but now she understood the sensations, but not in the right pattern, not in the right way. As the eel twisted and curled, her belly began to stretch out, she could feel the hide straining wider and wider, the weight of it pressing down against her as the tail slipped into her body, the end flickering so it brushed right along the bud of her cervix so she bucked upwards with a ragged short movement. She balled her fingers up into fists, tears escaping the edges of her eyes, it felt good, it shouldn't have felt good, but the tail gliding through her was a gentle caress. It was the stroke of a lover, but from a horrible creature that had violated and abused her.

The tail dragged inwards, sliding deeper, stroking in a gentle run that trailed all the way towards the opening of her cervix. It rubbed through her as the eel began to twist and roll, coiling around itself, and stretching her unprepared uterus out as it did so. The lining aching in protest, cramping while the wolf's jaws clenched down tightly in place and she struggled to push the thing out. Her body knew that motion, a trigger in place by the stimulated nerves to push and squeeze, her entire body aimed towards that one single goal to force the thing from her violated body. It was hopeless, there was no way to get it from her as the creature simply nestled in, she could feel it rolling and twisting, claiming her in a way that she could in no way fight.

"Calm yourself..." A scaled hand reached down and ran along her bare stomach, the fingers caressing the bulge of the eel. "It'll be so much easier to simply relax...."

That single phrase purred through her, running through her mind as something suddenly struck out against her stomach. There was a feel of pain and pinching, something hitting within her violated uterus and she cried out softly. It ached through her for a moment, her stomach tensed and she felt the eel rolling again. As it moved she felt a strange lurch in her stomach, a twisting that had her as her muscles forcibly relaxed themselves. Her attempts to push out the beast out stopped as the muscles refused to tighten the way she wanted them too. Her legs stopped shaking and straining, they went limp and she felt her entire body begin to grow heavy and drowsy. Her vision changed, it blurred as her pupils dilated and the eel's venom ran through her from the most intimate spot of her body.

She tried to move, but her muscles refused the motion, it was too hard to move, too hard to think as the fangs that had briefly hooked into her flesh retreated, the thick venom causing a delay between her nerves and muscles. The sensations of pain were numbing, becoming a pleasant ache somewhere deep in her body as the eel rolled through her and she let out a breathy noise in her throat. It was like a blossom in her mind, a small bud of thought that reached for her worries, her terror, it pulled it away, isolated it as neatly as snipping weeds from a garden. She closed her eyes and let out a high pitched noise in her throat.

"That's right, you aren't in control, you are simply the host.." Fingers touched her muzzle and she blinked her eyes open to see Talish peering down at her. "The carrier."

That was wrong, she struggled to come up with an argument, but her protests were being dragged away. The eel shifted within her body, the movement deliberate as something ran along the line of her uterus. The thoughts controlling her weren't her own, she could feel the being looming there, trilling out the softest whispers into her thoughts, twisting them about. Why should she worry? This was her destiny, she had been brought here and the eel was honoring her, a messenger from the god had chosen her ripe womb to further its species. Yes, she had been so terribly wrong to follow the path of knowledge and science, the answers weren't right, they were false answers given by beings that thought they could challenge the old order.

Yes, that was right.. Ember whimpered shallowly, dragging up the thoughts that she knew were true, but with a ripple the eel pushed them away. The Messenger, the god born messenger, she was designed for him and him alone. From birth to today, she was ready for him, her ripe ova were ready to be claimed. She would carry the offspring from the messenger of the gods, an honor for any being, why was she fighting it. She let out a weak noise, one of pleasure as she felt a stab deep inside of her and squirmed her hips upwards as if greeting that thrust. The narrow cone shaped shaft of the eel had slid upwards and caught the opening to her fallopian tube, a nudge that wedged forward and started to force its way forward.

It was like nothing else in the world, that forceful wedge that began to spread her open wider and wider, invading her with the barbed flesh that made her body start to ripple. The gooey strands of precum were pushed into her body, oozing into the narrow tube that was stretched taut around the invading member. She could feel it, feel everything, the pleasant ache and stretch, the barbs that caressed through her as the eel rolled and twisted within the tight cavity of her womb. She splayed her ears to either side, twisting in place on the alter as the steady firth pushed inwards. She knew what was happening, the being that rolled her thoughts under was basking in the tight pleasure of her vulnerable body.

He wasn't after the single ova that had been released, no, the rocking thrusts that dug in deeper and the barbs that latched into the sensitive tube were meant for one thing. Her ovary was there, waiting and filled with so many possible generations of her body that were waiting to be released. One or two at a time would be allowed to leave at a time, but the barbs that hooked into her released small bursts of toxins that made her groan out and rock her hips upwards as much as she could. The scaled hand was kneading her stomach, teasing over it almost worshipfully as the toxins were pumped through her, making a faint cramp run along her belly.

As the shaft worked in and out, running and stroking through her, raking the barbs over he continued to stimulate the tube. The oozing precum that dribbled out of him wrapped and coated the ova that were forcibly being released from her ovary. An unnatural release as they were pushed outwards, invading her passage while she cried out shallowly. The clawed fingers of the drake rubbed higher up, briefly curling along her breast as her body worked to over produce. Her body started to shudder in place as the raking barbs were worked in and out. It should have stung and painful, she let out high pitched cries of pleasure, her body writhing back and forth. Her heart was beating rapidly, pounding against her chest, this was what she wanted.

She felt the shaft swelling within the narrow tube, straining open wider and wider, straining to the point she felt as if she were about to be torn in two. Her hips arched high in the air, a quiver that passed along the line of her back. Her eyes squeezed shut, giving herself over as small contractions and ripples passed over her form, the heat and need rushing over her as the Messenger to the Gods drove forward. Forcibly stretching and straining her, and she wanted it all, her eyes snapping open as she felt nothing but white hot desire. The eel's pleasure mingled with her own, his triumph the moment the first feverishly hot rush of seed erupted from him.

She felt it, a hot glob flooding her strained fallopian tube, shooting it out in a heated spill that was flung over the waiting ova. Writhing and twisting sperm filled the creamy rush, but it wasn't aiming to create hybrids, the eel was never made to sully it's genes with such a tainted species. Ember's ova were devoured and swallowed by the parasitic seed, their genes forcibly changed and rewritten as they were pierced and violated. Not just one or two, dozens were being violated as the wolf cried out in muffled pleasure. Her uterus already beginning the shift with the toxins and venom, to become host to the creature that had laid claim to her. To carry the forming gel-like eggs. And every protest, every fear, they were wiped out as the creature controlled her. Her mind blanked over by the being the rifled through her memories and swept over them.

"Prepare her outfit and horse, we will return her to her camp." Talish spoke up with a drawling purr to his voice. "We don't want her coming to term here, her offspring will need hosts of their own after all. And they will find ample victims within her camp."

Ember blinked her eyes a few times and tried to concentrate, but all she heard was offspring and she felt pleasure. Her bound muzzle twitching as she tried to smile, yes she would carry the offspring of the gods, her people would have to know how wrong they were. The Drakken understood the ways of the world so much better than they could ever grasp. The old gods were real, they lived, and she carried their Messenger within her.

Above her Talish smiled, his eyes narrowed, what need did they have of battles and death, when the gods themselves would convert the unfaithful.