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I rose, leaving her behind with the crab shell on the ground where she could see it, but outside of her prison. As she looked from it to me, I gave her a wink. She responded by blubbering even more. Disgusted, I turned to go back and check on my master.

He was spread out across the bed, as glorious as ever. I had never seen him naked in full light until our bath earlier that day. Now it only seemed natural for me to look upon him.

As he laid there, breathing helplessly, my legs carried me over to him. His furry white belly was rising and falling evenly, and I gave it a small rub as if he were a cat. As I looked a little further down, though, I noticed that my hand had aroused his member to a sort of life.

I hummed and happily rubbed the shaft of my lover's sex on my face for a moment, then giggled a whisper of, "I see you're feeling better," into his sleeping chest along with a kiss. The smell of battle was still fresh on him, but the deep wound was obviously already healing. I sighed and traced the scars that ran the opposite direction of his stripes. They looked like deep claw-marks, or perhaps he had gotten stabbed many times before. I grabbed his long, fluffy tail and rubbed it against my neck, then massaged his powerfully muscled lower legs to stimulate blood flow. This, in turn, made his thick penis swell to full attention. I kept massaging him, rubbing his clawed feet as he growled softly in his sleep.

I moved up to his powerful arms, that could lift me so easily. I marveled at how the only marks on his entire body from the fight were the ones he let happen. His right paw had a mark on it- slowly fading now- from where he grabbed the sword to get his attacker into a better position for his magical assault.

Looking into the mottled fur of his face, tears started to well up in my eyes. Brushing them away, I bitterly covered us both with a blanket and slept for a short time.

I started to rise when I heard the crying from near the pool start again. I kissed my master on his broad nose and went to the racks of armour that stood in a neighboring room to the pool, slapping my head as I remembered that there was a pile of cloths in here just waiting to be used. It was no catastrophe, of course- the dragon girl's cloak and undergarmets were now wrapping my master's wounds.

As I shuffled through the rest of the armour room, I noticed that there was a large wooden chest split into several compartments that had soft clothing in it. A compartment with orange fabric caught my eye, and when I pulled the glittering folds from the cubby, it was indeed a dress very much like the one I wore. Of course, this one had no stains of white blood, nor green splatters of dragon's blood. I put it aside when I thought of the dragon, knowing that the time to change into something clean had not come yet.

Under the robes, however, was a black-and-white small outfit that seemed to be fit for a servant. Grinning hugely, I unfolded it all the way and held it up to the light. It was the sort of thing one of the sisters would wear into the purple room- a collar with a bell, a skirt with lifted frills, and a set of stockings as high as mine that attached to the dress' under hem. I bit my lip and put it back down, a plan forming in my mind.

"Mortal? Hello? Are you there? I hear you moving around, I know you're not sleeping." I heard the meek voice echo from the next room, and decided to go do my duty.

*

"Hello, Dragon." I squatted down to get on her level. Overnight, her arm and leg seemed to have healed almost the rest of the way.

"I have a name." Her eyes flashed for a moment.

"You never learn, do you?" I asked, grabbing the crab shell from off of the ground and shaking my head.

"I'm sorry!" She put her hands together to beg me to stop, but I had already grabbed a bit of sea salt and sprinkled it on her.

"I don't care to hear it. I even think if you react that way, Dragon is too much for you. You are quite ugly, cowardly, and react poorly to salt, so I think I will call you Snail. Do you understand, Snail?"

"Yes..." she said, her eyes nervously running over my hands to check their proximity to the jug of salt.

"Yes, who?" I asked as I rewarded her curious glance with a sharp movement towards the container. She jumped at that despite her lamed leg.

"Yes, um... I don't know your name...." I reached my hand into the jar. "Yes, um, Human?" I pulled it out slightly, letting salt drip from between every clenched finger of my fist. "Yes... ma'am?" I paused and looked from my hand to her face again. "Yes, Mistress!" She yelped, and I let the salt go. Her face and exposed breasts started to flush from green to slightly purple.

"Very good, Snail. Now will you tell me who's fault it is that you're here?"

"It's my fault." Her eyes didn't leave the ground.

I flicked a few stray grains of salt at her, making her wince and gasp before she amended, "It's my fault, Mistress!" She added "Please don't hurt me, Mistress!" with a look of terror on her face.

"I don't want to hurt you, Snail. But to be fair, you did stab my Worshipped One through the chest with a greatsword."

"I'm sorry, Mistress. I was so wrong, Mistress." She obviously felt guilty about these claims, because her voice was starting to sound more like she believed them. "I don't want to be trapped here, anymore, Mistress. Please help me."

"How do I know you wont use the same dragon magic you used to get here to escape?"

"I would have already if I could. This place is too strongly shielded to get out without the same kind of spell I used to get in. And I can't cast that without the right ingredients!" The end of her short speech was turned into a scream as I retrieved the whale bone from the pool and swiped it through the air to dry it off- a splatter of water from it hit her in the stomach, turning it a wonderful shade of bright green, like jade, before it settled down into a weeping purple sore. She started sobbing again. "I'm telling the truth mistress, please let me out, I'll do anything."

"That sounds like something you have to prove," I answered her, and retrieved the flimsy outfit from the armour room as well. "Now you are going to swear to be obedient- as obedient to my master as I am."

"Swear myself to a TIGER?" Her voice broke into a high register as she stared at the uniform. I had grabbed a pair of orange-and-black striped underwear for myself earlier, but now I had them along with the revealing outfit to make sure she had at least a modicum of modesty. However, this was what she now stared at the most offensively. I offered it to her first with a grin and she seemed to take forever to make up her mind.

*

"I... I swear it, on the fires of heaven and the blades of hell."

Her eyes seemed to lose all of their own light and sharpness, as if she had run out of tears to cry, as she put her face and forehead up to rest against the magical barrier. The energy field started to buzz and make lightning spark on the side of her face. "I swear it, Mistress. Your Snail swears it."

As I dropped the clothes into the magic spell, I happily looked on as she averted her eyes from the panties and put everything else on first. But before my crowning moment of glory, we both turned our heads as a roar reached our ears.

"Useless minion! Return to me! I know you're here! Why have you left my side?" It was demanding, but there was no anger, only panic. I rushed back to my master and bowed low.

"Moushiwake arimasen."

"I... I forgive you, for now, Little One. Now tell me what happened before I lose my head."

"I defeated your enemy just as you planned, my lord. It was brilliant to watch you fight."

He heaved a huge sigh and tried to get up, but then settled back down. "Curse that man's bad form. If he had just stabbed me right, I wouldn't have had to open the wound further. What else should I expect from a dragon?" He shook his head and grasped his side with a deep growl.

"Forgive me, but it wasn't a man, Lord."

"Eclipse heir, then." He gave a small smile, obviously thinking I was playing some sort of game with him that he would get to punish me for later.

"No, my Lord, what I meant was that it is a female dragon."

"Is?" His smile widened. "I must have banged my head without realizing it." I balked at this, but he rambled on, "Because it sounds like you're saying you left 'her' alive." By the time he was done with the sentence, his evil eyes were leaving hot patches all over my skin.

"My Lord, she is... sworn to serve you because I spared her life." I straightened my dress as best as I could, trying to keep control of my face. "She can be killed at any time, my Lord. I have her trapped, waiting to get out at my command."

He tilted his head and spoke gravely. "You are not going to release her. Not until I can see her, do you understand?"

"Yes, master." I bowed low again. "Whatever you desire, my Deity. It fills my heart with so much joy to hear your voice."

His cruel expression melted and he held a welcoming arm out towards me. At first I was confused, but when he motioned for me to come with his hand, I couldn't help but follow directions and bury myself in his soft chest fur again.

"Do you want me to bring you any clothes, Master?"

"No, my Servant. But you are to push against that wall, there." He pointed at a space on the wall where a large handle stuck out, and I did as I was told and pushed on it. It started to tick and creak with the sound of internal clockwork, and soon the entire room was spinning. He motioned his hands together and started muttering, and the room shifted position on it's own accord, now turning the opposite way like a spinning table for serving a banquet on. The loud clanging and thudding finally stopped when aloud click echoed through the entire plane. As I looked up from the handle, I saw that when we were rocked, we were also taken to be put near the pool with no barrier wall- and the Genshinju looked at the dragon, wearing his own servile uniform and a pair of panties that were emblazoned with the symbol of his clan. She averted her eyes and crossed her arms coldly.

*

"Very impressive fortress, Sir," she said venomously. "I am so sorry for stabbing you, Sir," she added with a flash of fire behind her eyes.

My knees started to get weak. If she didn't do as she was told, would my master ever forgive me for keeping her alive? I never imagined he would be so upset over a show of mercy- then again, judging by the way he awoke to molest information out of me and then kill me when we first met....

"Dragon, I know not why my servant chose to spare your life- probably as some sort of human magical experiment, if I judge their race correctly. But do not mistake her kindness for stupidity. It is unbefitting of an Eclipse Heir to judge, even a dragon."

"Unbefitting an Eclipse Heir? You take a mate, and dare tell me what is acceptable for our kind?"

I was ready with the leviathan bone behind her this time, smacking her smartly in the rump with it. Though she didn't get the full effect with the panties on, she still jumped from instinct. I did it a few more times until she started to blubber and apologize again.

"Don't stop now, Little One. I think she was about to tell me why she's so jealous of you."

"Uhhhjealous?" she panted between smacks. "HWUH! No, I'm not- OH- awww, even if we could- HWUH! Yours is prophesized to- OWWW- Oh... Sir... we can't... OH-"

"Stop," he said while resting his head on a paw balled into a fist. "Thank you for helping me, Little One. You're the child that sent your Oryugami father on a killing spree by slutting it up with his number two man, aren't you? You know from experience, then. I only know from tales, Genryugami. But if one is powerful enough, they can change fate."

He beckoned me back to the bed. "If only you knew how wonderful it was to lay with another, dragon."

She sighed and shook her head. "It's too confusing. How could you ever father a child for there to be a prophecy about?"

"Right! She would be destroyed utterly if she even tried to suck me off, right?" He taunted, getting into the boastful spirit again. The two of them had their eyes locked on each other. "I wonder if the same thing would happen to you?" He started to shift position in the bed, and I helped pull him with his good hand until he was on the edge, facing her. "Would you die to know what it's like? Would you dare to defy the old ones and try to lie with a tiger if he did not release his seed?"

She averted her eyes, and they fell onto his manhood before they reached the floor. I suddenly was filled with a protective urge, and almost ran to put my hands on him. "My Lord?"

Her eyes snapped back to what we were doing- namely, at that moment, rolling our tongues together in a deep kiss.

"You've got to stop," she half-sobbed, obviously stewing in painful memories. "Stop it!"

My master grabbed me by the hair and pushed me down towards his lap with most of his old strength. He grabbed himself and stuck his thick pride as far as he could into my throat, then withdrew it. I gasped at this forward display in front of another, but then at his smile, I smiled back and said with good volume, "Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Master."

"Of course, my Servant. If you're lucky you might get more."

I bit my lip and did my best to ignore the frustrated sobbing of the dragon as he patted my head.

*

"Please- M, M, M- Master- you have to stop!" The dragon was pounding on the spell, with only a slight ringing sound reverberating at her strikes. While before, her protests were sobbing, they were now demanding. "Please, like you said. Take me instead."

"You think that I would lay with a dragon? I was merely trying to make you admit your jealousy, Genryugami."

She stood up, leaning heavily on her good leg. It made her not quite stand to her full height, looking even more pitiful in her revealing dress. Her eyes seemed to lack all of the light and energy that they had before. "I admit it, Sir. Please, Sir. I am more deserving of you than she is, Sir."

At that, I left my Master behind and turned to her with a glare. He, in turn, grabbed me and pulled me back. I fell backwards, falling onto his lap. He pushed his face into mine and we wriggled for a moment, rubbing our most sensitive spots together.

"Suck my cock again, Little One. I want you to show our guest what she's missing," he whispered into my ear, and I obeyed with gusto. I grabbed his huge furry balls and stroked them, moaning with pleasure as his first drips of cursed seed started to flow hot on my naked chin.

The dragon, meanwhile, was just sitting there. At least, she appeared to be at first, but when I turned I saw that she was rubbing the panties I gave her earlier. I saw as she started to sneak a hand down into them to get better access, and removed my head from my god's shaft to scold her.

"Hey, Snail! Don't you dare touch yourself unless I tell you to, do you understand me, you nothing?" Her hands jumped away from her previous ministrations in shock as she gave a low whine from the most pitiful part of her chest.

My Lord gave my face a light smack with a smile and said, "That's enough out of you," before grabbing my hair and forcing my mouth onto him yet again as my sorrowful protests turned into a garble. "Yes, that's better. Good Girl. Do you want to help, dragon- er, Snail?"

"Oh, yes!" she cried happily, her drooling, open mouth banging against the barrier as she nearly leaped to come near us.

"Too bad," he taunted, ignoring her completely as he stroked my face. He gave her a non-committal glance as he said, "Now what was my child prophesized to do? Don't make me have her hurt you again, Snail."

"It doesn't matter. She can't survive your seed, muh, muh, Master." Her snake-like tongue twisted around the word with disuse and distaste.

"You're useless to me until you can tell me." He lifted me from giving him pleasure and turned me around, smacking my ass. "Please be creative," he commanded as he laid back.

I grinned and took a cleaning brush that was with the cleaning supplies, and used a hemp rope to bind the fragment of whale bone to the wooden handle. After it was attached sufficiently, I threw it to her and she caught it with a scream.

"What are you waiting for? Get that junk out of my lovely new prison!" I shouted at her as her gently weeping eyes looked into mine. She couldn't disturb the square of magic, but everything else was swept or brushed out in less than a minute as she wailed and her claws steamed with a lovely sizzling sound.

"That's good enough," I laughed, as she started to spin in a circle, looking for more cleaning to do.

Her screams died out disappointingly quickly as she dropped it.

*

My Master took me back with a welcoming hand, kissing my hand before remarking, "That was beautiful," and drawing me into a position where his now somewhat softened sex was teasing, teasing against my now fully-flushed one, until it rose to match my own arousal.

Our prisoner looked on in dismay. "Alright, you proved your point. Just... take it all away, okay?" Her hands were grabbing on to the sides of the panties, trying not to finger herself as she was ordered- even after my harsh discipline.

"You sound so frustrated," I bit my lip as I continued to wriggle in my master's lap. His cock popped out between my legs and I rubbed my thighs together to stimulate him. I saw the pitiful dragon stare at the liquid that now turned my legs slightly red. I bit my lip and rubbed the clear fluid with the sheet of the bed, then grabbed the thick head of my Master's cock and turned my face to his.

The prisoner was loudly licking her lips and rubbing herself, but I didn't care. I wanted her to see- to see him give me what she never had, I wanted her to see whatever prophecy she hated happen right before her eyes. As I looked into my master's face, he lifted me and placed me on the ground again.

"Stop it, you," he growled at the dragon, who gave a yelp and threw her hands behind her back. "You, too," he winked at me. I bit my lip and turned my back to him. "Perhaps she is right. I would not risk losing you just to satisfy my own base urges," he growled to me softly. I covered my mouth with a practiced hand as I never wished to laugh so hard in my life. Just the last night he was frustratedly trying to, well- rape me to death?

"Thank you, Master," she finally found it in herself to call my love by his proper title. "Oh, thank you, Mistress. Even if you could, would it not be beyond cruelty to continue in front of me?" She gave what must have passed for a childish smile among her kind, but it only disgusted me.

"Beyond cruelty? Because you wish you could?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"If he released himself inside me, I would be destroyed, you say. If he laid with but never released himself inside you, you would never be killed-"

"Yes, Mistress! I could satisfy him for you, Mistress!" The dragon turned, her tail whipping around and lifting her skirt and exposing the humiliating underwear to my God. She started to lower it enough to expose a dark purple tailhole between her scaly cheeks. Her face blushed furiously as she wagged her modest backside back and forth. My lord only rolled his eyes.

He openly stared at my own round, (I thought) over-sized buttocks. He licked his jowls appreciatively as I gave them a light smack. The dragon, meanwhile, was still waving her tail desperately. She pulled the panties aside the rest of the way, exposing her dripping sex. She had no lower lips to speak of, instead bearing a small slit that seemed to leak constantly. I briefly mused that a hole sized for dragons would easily fit the Beast God's thick shaft, unlike my own hole that still felt pummeled and stretched from the night before. Thinking about it still made my own nether lips start to salivate. I touched myself lightly from behind to try to show him I was as ready as his enemy.

"I could satisfy him, Mistress," the dragon still muttered up to me, groaning from lust as her most private and dangerous parts were exposed to the air. "Let me satisfy you, Master," she whined as she looked away from me and started to rub herself over the strangely patterned cloth again.

*

I broke my gaze with the pitiful spirit and turned back to my lover. He was apparently fully satisfied with himself- to be able to take his pick between two girls that were ready for his seed. His evil eyes lingered on the dragon as he grinned and grasped his cock until a bead of clear liquid appeared on the tip. He was no longer looking at the dragon, however- as I looked up from his lap to his face, he was grinning at me. He gave a slight wag with a finger and I smiled back hugely and started to undo the buttons that held the straps of my dress in place.

Without another word, I returned to the side of the bed.

"Hey, what are you doing, Mistress?"

"Don't interrupt me, Snail!" I cried out as I almost connected a kiss with my lover. He, in turn, flung a pawful of salt onto her with a look of rage. He must have been saving it for the right time, and it was perfect- we shared a kiss that lasted as long as the wail of our prisoner, more than a full minute, as he finally rose from the bed and pushed me down onto it.

His licks spilled from out of my mouth, over my neck, and dripped down onto my middle as he removed my modest dress. Traveling ever southward, his pink textured tongue and long canines wove a tapestry of pain and pleasure, down, down. The dress was gone, completely forgotten, the only thing that was real was my skin, the only sensation that mattered, the electricity that shot out from my spine to rebound through my limbs, off of my tingling fingertips.

My lips parted in a moan as my bare flesh was opened by the God's skillful paw, and he started to gently lick the nub of flesh that was exposed. My mouth only opened wider as he suckled on the bead of pleasure, his teeth fully covered and his whiskers tickling me pleasantly as he hummed his appreciation of my taste. I shook violently under his care, grabbing onto the sheets of the bed and howling like a cat in heat.

I gasped over and over again as my head started to clear from the onslaught of orgasm. My eyes focused and fell onto the dragon again. I had completely forgotten about her while my lord was having his way with me! She was sitting there, toying with herself, looking at me as if she were trying to read how good I was feeling.

"Your tongue feels amazing, my Lord," I sighed as I patted the spirit between the ears. "Everything about you is amazing. You make me feel so good," I ended with a wail as he renewed his assault with vigor. His powerful shoulders and huge arms were holding my legs behind his head as he continued his licks and nibbles on my most sensitive spots, putting a huge finger inside of me to make me squeal with pleasure all over again. "My God, please go on, Master, just a little longer, I'm on the edge- oh- oh, my Master-!"

I thrashed on the bed as the sensations overpowered me again. I only meant to call out to show my enemy what she was missing, but ended up earnestly crying out in ecstasy after I forgot she was there again. As the world came back into focus- after the monster started giving me only slow licks again- I giggled drunkenly and held up two fingers to the captive to show her that I had come a second time.

She sniffed at this, and brought one of her clenched hands up to her face to bite a claw. I giggled drunkenly again at the sight and gave my master a few slow strokes on the head, feeling his soft fur.

*

My master looked up at me expectantly, his eyes locked on to mine. He had obviously forgotten all about the dragon, as well, by now.

"I love it when you scream for me," he growled harshly as he grabbed my hair. I gave another scream at the pulling sensation, and a flashback to our first night together made my body quake with fear for a brief moment.

His evil eye fell on to my nipple just before he grasped it and started to twist it, gently at first. Soon he was grabbing it and twisting it so hard that my moans had turned into shocked yelps of pain. He seemed to shiver as my wails washed over his ears, and I saw his loins stir to full readiness once again- he was completely nude. How long had that been the case? My head swam as he brought his manhood up to my face and forced my lips around it yet again.

The dragon started to sob pitifully and begged me to stop, but it was totally out of my hands by that time- he was plunging himself into me over and over again, his eyes frozen closed in pleasure as my muffled cries turned into a low, strangled hum.

"Puh-puh-please, Master, you'll kill her, please give it to me, Master-" my Lord's manhood wilted just a bit in my mouth as she broke through his concentration, and his enraged eyes swung around to face her, his thick member popping out of my mouth and giving me a moment to breathe. He stalked slowly over to the creature, his cock waving in the air as his tail swished from side to side angrily.

His massive teeth were exposed in a scowl that made the smaller dragon quake with fear, and something white started to sift through his fingers. The dragon, whom I thought was surely broken, did not stand there to accept her punishment, but instead started to scramble away with an anguished cry.

"You do not even deserve to be alive!" He roared as he threw the handful of salt over her again. She slammed her fists against the shimmering cube, causing strange white ripples to flow around the walls of her prison. As she continued to wail and pound impotently against the mostly-invisible prison, my Lord stuck out his hand and beckoned a spear with a claw. It slowly dragged its way over by some weak magic while he roared, "Quiet!" to the captive. "Stand and accept your fate, Cousin! You knew I was going to kill you as soon as you appeared here alone!"

"Master, please, Master..." she blubbered, and started to remove her clothes in front of him, starting with the dress.

He merely shook his head and gestured over to the bed that I was sitting in. "Thank you for exposing your pitiful breasts to me. I'm sure if you were to find someone that could give you a child, you would nurture them bone and flesh," he growled his sarcasms softly, but loud enough that I could hear. I grasped my own large breasts and bit my lip as I felt how tender they were after his violent groping. "Perhaps next you will expose that featureless slit that your kind lays eggs from so that I may vomit," he taunted as he picked up the spear and held it backwards, gently intoning, "thanks," to it before he started smacking the dragons back repeatedly with the wooden haft.

"YOU are going to watch ME have my way with MY courtesan, understand? You are NOT going to interrupt me. YOU are not going to BEG for me to lay with YOU instead. You are going to WATCH a cursed one bear a child- you SHOULD be rejoicing for THIS!"

*

The dragon cried out again and again as she was beaten, my Lord chastising her and accenting the lecture with a whack of the spear-butt. He started to pant heavily and clutch his side before he threw the spear down onto the ground just outside the prison, and came back to the bed.

He sank into the blankets, still breathing heavily. I now stood in between him and the prisoner, and he seemed to enjoy the view much better. I shook my body for him a bit, letting my plump breasts fall into my hands and sticking out my backside. I turned and exposed my rump to him next, looking behind me and ignoring the dragon (who was inserting fingers into panties as her eyes were locked onto my Master's pride). Before I knew what was happening, he had the spear in his hand again and had smacked my ass with great force! I yelped with pain before I even saw the blow connect, and fell onto all fours.

"Get up, girl! What are you waiting for?" He roared at me, his original fierce demeanor back. I scrambled onto the bed quickly and positioned myself on top of him, spreading my legs over his. He grabbed onto my breasts once again, and tugged on them until they felt like they were ready to rip off. I cried out in pain as tears started to well up in my eyes, and followed his guidance to mount him properly.

Without the shock of feeling his member for the first time, I felt very different as I let the tip of his slime-covered manhood enter me. It had a texture unlike anything I could have imagined before, and as I sank just a little deeper, it pushed hard against my most sensitive spots. I cried out once more- with relief- as he released my breasts. He leaned forward (with a slight growl of pain) and licked my face with his rough tongue, and I realized that he was truly, as the legends of spirits hinted at, drinking my tears. I looked down at him, shocked, but he only connected to me in a deep kiss. His textured tongue ran over mine and also seemed to drink deep of me, questing to find something that only I could give it. I sank a bit deeper, onto his thick shaft, and moaned loudly into his mouth.

The feeling was too enjoyable- I started to bounce slowly, using only the bare minimum necessary to please myself as the sensation of his juices turned from the hot uncomfortable feeling on the outside of my skin, to the warm and addictive feeling that it caused on the inside. I started to make an uproar of animal noises as I felt a great shiver run through me, starting at the top of my head and running all the way down my body to end clenching on his thick head, my internal organs twisting themselves around him and confusing where my body ended and his began.

As I panted on top of him, screaming and writhing, my body released a flood of lubrication. Just in time, as well- my God's paws clasped on to my sides and he started to probe a bit farther into me with his thickness. My moans refused to stop leaving my lungs every time I gasped for air, and my Master's ears twitched appreciatively every time they heard me. I yelped with slight pain as he drove into me a little deeper than before, and then again as he examined me carefully and drove himself even deeper than before, sinking his whole length into me and growling out with equal parts frustration and pleasure.

My hips ground themselves on top of his as I felt his whole length pushing deep inside me. I shook once again as my body released another flood of liquid that was quickly absorbed by my partner's fur.

*

My God started to grind himself against me, and I shouted out with pleasure over and over again as he thrust himself as deep as he could inside of me, perfectly filling my insides as if we were destined to complete each other. Our eyes met for a long moment as we strayed apart, and all I could think of- despite of everything- was how amazing he felt inside of me. My passage gripped him as tightly as it could, not needing to squeeze much. The beast then slowly drove all of himself into me once again, pushing past my clenching muscles with a growl of pure ecstasy. His tongue lolled out of his mouth for a brief second, and then, with his eyes never leaving mine, started to drive into me as hard as he could, over and over again.

His fur muffled the slapping sounds that my hips made as he pushed up against them. As soon as I broke our gaze to stare blankly at the ceiling, his body surged forward with supernatural speed, and his teeth were wrapped around my neck. My eyes went wide as he bit down slightly, and my air flow became just a bit constricted. My breath came out in a high-pitched scream as the beast put the finishing touch on his hold, putting a paw down to my own miniature member and petting it even faster than the rate of his thrusts. My hips felt like they were collapsing, my body forcing itself onto him as deep as it could, perhaps even against my own will.

I had no choice but to completely surrender my body to his power, and I ran out of the strength to support myself. Falling slightly onto his chest, his teeth grazed me and then reconnected with my neck on the back side, still holding me in place. My head lolled drunkenly as he continued to drive himself deep into me again, and again, and again....

I felt a spurt of hot demonic seed leak onto my lower lips as my God came a flood of semen into me. My eyes locked onto his again as he released my neck, and somehow he looked incredibly shocked by the feeling, even though he must have remembered how good it felt. My heart leapt as I felt the bulk of his juices flow out into me, and then sank as I realized that it meant that our session of lovemaking was over.

"You are so amazingly tight," he said as he gave my hair a few loving strokes. "Oh, it feels so amazing to leave my seed inside of you, my Pet..." he shook violently now, and drove himself as deep as he could inside of me as he grasped onto both of my butt cheeks, spreading them apart and driving himself into me- as deep as he could drive into me from behind- as his seed started to burst out of me and splatter onto his huge, clenching balls. He roared with a moan even louder than any of mine had been, originating from deep in the Beast God's broad chest and shaking the very four-poster bed we sat upon.

"Yes!" he moaned, his chest heaving as he fell back against the bed.

"No," squeaked the dragon, forgotten in her prison, her hand frozen down her panties as I collapsed in a heap on top of him.

He grabbed my head and we shared another deep kiss before he roughly tossed me to the side like a doll. I silently tried to gather my thoughts as his seed continued to leak out of me, and he stood to stretch himself.

"You did it! You did it," The dragon cried out, "Why didn't you take me? I could have been yours, Master!" She sobbed brokenly as she shook as her own suppressed and ruined orgasm fled from under her claws.

*

The creature continued to sniffle, and didn't look at me as she stared at my Master. "Does this mean you'll let me out? I can be your new pet. I can be your new courtesan. Think about it."

"I don't want a dragon for anything other than a punching bag."

"Master, please! At least let me feel you before you kill me. I don't care if you're cursed, I'm cursed! Please let me feel what she felt... let me have what she had...."

"I meant what I said when I called you cousin. You brutes have no appreciation for the Old Ones, but I know that we share the same curse because we share the same blood. What do you think of that, dragon?"

"I... I..." she started to writhe on the ground pitifully, "I... don't care, you're already a Rakshasa, why should I care if you were related to me... please, Master, please... just... let me taste it...." She blushed a deep purple again as she started to rub herself and stare at his dripping member. "I don't care anymore, I have to know what it feels like, I don't care what happens...."

"You don't know what will happen when you meet the love of a Phantom any more than I do. I refuse to risk myself in such a way, but I am not surprised that a dragon would be enough of a whore to do so."

With that, he turned and gathered me up in his arms, standing me up and walking me over to her. I giggled on my way over, feeling the strange high that his love left in my head.

"Hey, Snail," I waved a cum-slathered hand at her and bit my lip, threatening to fall asleep. "We were lying to you. I already slept with my God twice before you found us." My master and I shared a small laugh at her shocked expression.

He wiped a jovial tear away from his eye and sighed deeply. "Oh, my. That is... funny." As she looked from my Master to me, her face fell. She seemed to be harboring some deep hatred for me.

"He could have been mine. He should have been mine!" She threw herself up to the barrier, but it repelled her smartly.

I took the opportunity to kick her while she was down, my cum-strewn leg flinging sticky white semen all over her prison. My master didn't notice, but I giggled again as she frowned deeply and stared at the used fluids with extreme disgust. I softly drove my foot into the back of her head and forced her onto the pool of sexual fluids, smashing her scaly snout into the mess. She gasped with wide eyes and then wretched violently, the poison obviously still having some potency to it. I tilted my head to the side and sighed with pleasure, watching her squirm under me.

My master was looking on with a huge grin now, not knowing the extent of my torture but still impressed by the apparent physical abuse. "That's very good," he growled as he fondled my breasts gently and nibbled at my neck. I sighed with renewed lust and took my foot away from the dragon's head.

"We have nothing better to do than lay with each other until you are carrying my child."

"I obey, Lord."

"I think this dragon would love to watch us as often as we'd like," he growled with a glance of his evil eyes to the dragon. She, in turn, stayed on the ground, not wishing to gain any more attention from either of us.

"I said-" He started with an angry growl, but it was quickly interrupted by the scared dragon.

"I obey!" She squeaked, to the satisfied nod of my master. Her face fell as she pouted and repeated herself pitifully, "I obey."