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"So my minor fantasy about mating a female on her back while she gives me tail sex in return, might catch Shelandra's attention?", Yogoloth laughed, but a little more nervously.

A feminine voice lilted through the air as Kalokin's sister pulled her essence through the air into a copperhead's form. She formed already around Yogoloth, hugging him tightly. She spoke almost with a purr, hissing into his ear softly. "Truthfully, Kalokin caught my attention, but your mind was all I needed after that.", she hummed in consideration. "I could certainly help with your fantasy."

Yogoloth blinked a couple of times and eventually managed to speak after a couple of failed starts. "I was talking hypothetically!". His mind said otherwise. "I never actually meant...". Yes he did, he was rather excited, although not physically just yet.

Shelandra laughed huskily while Kalokin whistled innocently. Her tail drifted towards the half dragon's rear and started tickling the puckered ring thoughtfully. "You're a bad liar Yogoloth... it's refreshing after so much time with Kalokin."

Yogoloth was torn between pouncing the willing female and backing the hell away from the powerful entity.

"I...", the young hybrid suddenly growled. "Damn it! You can read my thoughts too, no doubt!"

Shelandra laughed, slithering in spirals around his body, as her head and arms went searching for his drakehood. "As well as everything you've ever thought with lust. It's my specialty. I advise you go for the pouncing though... I will be ever so distraught if I came all this way just to be turned down."

Slowly a smile spread across Yogoloth's snout and his eyes narrowed. Well, she's asking for it. The young hybrid was under no illusion that this being could and probably would be capable of anything. If he were to do this, it would be a one way trip in a direction that he might not ever envisage. It was a roll of the dice, he didn't know the odds, he didn't exactly know the prize, he didn't exactly know what he was wagering. He grew more than a little excited as he pounced, pinning Shel's torso onto the ground, those soft, beautiful russet scales below his paws.

I'm doomed, he thought.

Shelandra laughed and let herself be pinned, stroking Yogoloth's face with a wicked gleam in her eye. "Unless you impress me.", she said, clearly replying to his previous thought. "I've been known to give gifts to especially... creative... lovers before."

Her dexterous tail quested downwards, quickly finding Yogoloth's cock ridge. She rubbed herself against it alluringly, poking the tip of her tail into the opening in his hide. For a moment Yogoloth felt the urge to plant his lips against hers, it was dismissed, he'd learned his lesson about naga customs. Perhaps the rules were different here, but that was for her to decide. Yogoloth didn't fancy the wrath of a being like her.

"A gift?", he said, his voice taking an odd, slightly darker tone. "Perhaps I've decided to simply take what I want?"

Oh boy. Was he really going to do this? Try to dominate someone who was basically a god? Even a regular naga could out wrestle him, he'd have to bite and claw until they were defeated... like prey. But he wasn't prepared to do that to Shelandra... unless she forced him. She could easily turn the tables at any moment she liked.

He reached up to her hands as they touched his face, pulled them away and then forced them down into the sand, either side of her head. He formed a couple of shapes in his mind, from two slivers of his magical reserves, and the sand around her wrists crystallized into bindings with roots deep into the ground.

"Perhaps I'll try my luck instead.", I hope I cannot die here, he thought as he spoke. Yogoloth threw caution to the wind and bit into her throat, barely a nibble, drawing no blood despite the growl in his own.

Shelandra had a firm hand and she liked being in charge, but it was refreshing to have a male who knew what he wanted and was willing to attempt to force her into submission. She and he both knew she could easily overpower him, but that only made it more fun as she squirmed beneath his hide.

"The gifts I give cannot be taken by force... but there are plenty of other, more... physical things you could take."

He had bound her hands to the ground, crystallizing the sand into glass with a surprisingly deft spell. She tugged experimentally on the bindings only to find them quite secure. She wriggled and writhed beneath him, giving the illusion of resistance when really all she wanted was to rub her copper coloured scales against him. She arched her neck, barring its vulnerable length in a clear invitation.

A fresh wave of excitement washed through Yogoloth's mind and body as Shelandra tilted her head back, exposing her neck to his whim. He wondered what was going through her mind as he bit down hard. He wondered what his punishment would be as he concentrated and willingly let both of his erect organs emerge together. He wondered why he didn't care anymore as his fore paws ran roughly along the scales of her flanks.

He spread out his magical senses across her body and found void. Normally he would be able to see every organ and orifice in hazy relief. But Shelandra was like a hole in space, his senses showed him her outline but nothing within. Although it was enough to see his goals further down her snakelike body and it did not ward him off. She was the most exotic of partners...

Shelandra had initially 'struggled' animatedly, appearing to fling her whole body against her bindings, but she had gone limp as his teeth found her neck in earnest. They bit deep, with enough force that she fell still and unmoving beneath him. Her tail didn't stop though; it quickly found his anus and pressed there as a warning.

"Stop! You rape me, I rape you. Don't do it.", she spoke in a soft, sultry tone. That combined with the hungry look in her eyes spoke volumes to contradict her words. She absolutely wanted him to do it. The bluff with her tail also brought her vagina within a few feet of Yogoloth's purple hemipene, and her vent was gaping open with hot arousal.

Yogoloth slowly opened his jaws and pulled his head up. His lips curled back in a snarl as he placed his right fore paw on the serpent's chest and pressed down forcefully. His left hind leg did the same lower down her body, but not enough to pull her tail from under his own furry equivalent. His tail gently wrapped around hers, entwining them loosely together.

He pressed his belly against hers, now laying at a slight angle as he mantled his wings above them. The feathers blocked out much of the sky, casting them both in shadow, as his deep purple eyes glared down at her. A wicked growl seemed to rumble hungrily in his chest. He felt the moisture of her arousal mix with his own dribble of pre cum as he judged the positioning and angle just right.

Throughout his entire display, his heart hammered excitedly and nervously in his chest.

"You've never met a dragon before.", he moved his snout a couple of inches from hers and licked his lips. He conjured in his mind the image of forcing himself on her mouth right at that moment, but he didn't even touch her. "We always get what we want in the end."

The double meaning of the threat nearly made him smile as he trust forward, piercing the gap in her scales and driving both of his cocks inside her slick passage.

Taking two cocks in her vagina was something she hadn't done in a while, and Shelandra flexed and twisted from the luscious friction. Far from resisting, she pushed back, trying to drive Yog's barbed flesh as deep into her own as possible.

The half dragon growled as he thrust a couple more times. Good grief she was tight around his cocks, but then what did he expect? He was bigger and she, despite her species, was probably not designed for two cocks. He'd half expected her to be cold, but although cooler than other partners, she still retained some warmth. She felt amazing.

The pleasure clouded her mind but for a moment, until she remembered her "threat". With no small amount of joy, she pushed her tail forwards forcefully and relentlessly, getting a solid foot of flexible scales up through Yogoloth's tail hole and into his colon. Yogoloth gasped at the sudden penetration. Her scales rubbed roughly against his prostate and his cocks spurt a little more pre into her body.

Her voice was a gasp punctuated by moans as he rutted her eagerly. "F- funny... I was about to say the same of myself.", she grinned wickedly as she started twisting her tail to push it deeper. She gained a few more inches as the deft tip navigated the twists and turns of his guts. Her tail was as deep as it could go with him fucking her senseless.

Yogoloth couldn't help but moan briefly as her tail flexed inside of him and he thrust into her again. He wasn't prepared to give up his role just yet. "Perhaps we can tame that fire of yours..."

Growling above her head he decided to bite her again. Shelandra's throat yielded to his teeth once more as he fucked her. He pierced her 'skin' this time, and what felt and tasted like liquid fire seeped from the small holes his teeth made. Her blood, if that's what you could even call it, was a surprise as it fell onto his tongue. It was like nothing he'd ever tasted before, but it made his own metaphorical fires burn even brighter. She laughed at his discovery and whispered into his ear with smoldering seduction.

"My fires can never be tamed.", she thrust herself over his cocks and squeezed, rippling belly muscles grabbing gripping his purple flesh rather than just letting him fuck her. Her tail flexed and writhed, contorting to spread his anus wide until it gaped.

He let his grip on her throat loosen as his tail hole was well an truly claimed. He'd had larger, and he'd fucked tighter, but never at the same time. The combination of stimulations was overwhelming.

Yogoloth wanted to last longer, to give Shelandra the best ride he could, but it was too much. He briefly toyed with the idea of using magic to prolong the pleasure, but it seemed ingenuous. Besides, he'd never used magic like that before, why mess around like that now?

He exploded inside of Shel, raised his head up towards the sky and roared. His cocks spasmed, his sphincter clamped down and his claws protracted involuntarily into the naga's flesh. He consciously retracted them as his cocks pumped wave after wave of seed into her.

As he roared with the release of his cum, Shelandra joined him, hissing with pleasure and satisfaction in a long, drawn out note of lust. Her skilled body clamped down around his hemipene, squeezing and stroking in waves to pull every drop of jizz from his internal testicles. Her pseudo-flesh heated like a furnace, burning hot around and beneath him as she spiraled her tail in his dirty arsehole. She writhed and bucked from the pleasure, restraints only barely holding her down as she lost track of her strength in the fit of her pleasure.

At the peak of Yog's lust, Shelandra's soul twisted, sucking on his emotion, feeding on his lust. It fuelled her, pouring through her form like oil onto a fire, and her scales literally leaked with light for a moment before she tamped down the excess energy.

The continued movement in his arse from that tail sent his sensitivity over the edge. His cocks burned from the need to keep pumping as much as from Shelandra's sudden increase in temperature. His internal testicles ached and his prostate throbbed from effort. He'd just fucked a goddess, a divine, a beautiful serpent.

Coming down from the excellent fucking she had received, Shelandra detached both wrists to free herself from the trap, bringing her hands up to cup Yogoloth's face and nuzzle into his neck. "Oh, fuck yes. Not many people with the nerve to try and pin a goddess down. It's a good change of pace, having someone else do all the work."

Yogoloth shivered as the feelings slowly passed and he realised she was holding him, nuzzling. He resisted the urge to kiss her. "You... are unique.", he panted, licking his snout a couple of times. His mouth felt dry. "I figured I'd take my chances. Dragons do foolish things all the time, I'm glad this wasn't one of them."

He slowly lowered himself down until her head was gently pressed against the sand. He wrapped his fore legs around her body, pulling her scutes against his, curving his neck around, nuzzling her own neck in return. His tongue flicked out and licked at the 'wounds' he'd caused earlier. He knew he didn't need to, but it felt like the polite thing to do. The 'wounds' quickly closed of their own accord, now that they were no longer needed to perpetuate the fantasy.

"That was... indescribably amazing. I think I'm going to be sore in the morning."

Shelandra pulled her tail from Yogoloth's sore arse so she could wrap herself entirely around him while still leaving him hilted in her belly. She radiated warmth, heating him like he was any cold blooded snake, not immediately realizing that such an amount of warmth might be uncomfortable to him. But for now, Yogoloth basked in the heat like the reptile he partially resembled and definitely enjoyed the coiling.

"It's never a foolish thing to do what a goddess wants. Blind, perhaps, but never foolish. Thank you, by the way, that was the best pre-work fuck I've had in a week. You're a kinky one... I might have to come back some other time wi- wait a minute...", Shelandra spoke, surprised as she picked up images and memories from the surface of Yogoloth's mind. "Who's this spotted feline? A cheetah? Oh... Oh my... you ARE a dirty one. I knew I liked you."

"Cheetah! Well... yes... I...", his mind was now involuntarily conjuring up memories of his gryphoness mate Natanii, the strange pale beast in the cave, the human on the estate, the dragoness he lost his virginity to, the gryphon male who-

Then calm. His mind studied the magical shape his mother created for him that allowed him to oil his wings. He focused on its facets, its angles, its curves. Every internal and external face. He wasn't so sure he wanted a being so powerful and focused on lust to know everything about his sexual past. His mind became a plain surface. Not perfect, but good enough.

"He and I have experimented a little. We met in a cave, during a storm."

Yogoloth's method of defence might have been rudimentary, but it was still quite effective for the kind of mind skimming Shelandra and her kind did. She didn't press the subject; that would have been rude! She instead politely ignored the flash of memories, the chains of lust leading all the way to... something... something private. Nevertheless, she smiled as she continued to warm him.

"With another male? Isn't such a thing frowned upon in this culture? Perhaps I was mistaken, but that isn't important. The important part is this...", she whispered directly into one ear, voice like the slow hissing and crackling of a campfire. "This morning, I fulfilled your fantasy... when next we meet... I will give you a new fantasy... Take care of yourself, Yogoloth... I am -always- in the mood for an early morning romp, before the sun rises in the west. Alas, but as your day begins to peak, the sun rises in the deserts, and I am needed back home. Until we meet again...."

"Dragons are not confined to a culture, we don't live in groups where there is such a thing as deviance. There are others who would do worse that I."

He struggled not to let images appear in his mind of the ra- Symmetry. He imagined the shape wrapped in another, it didn't matter which, maybe a signature seeking shape. Yes. Then her words both chilled and excited him.

"A... new fantasy?", he spoke, more than a little uncertain.

He knew there would be a price to pay of sorts... next time, Shelandra would be in control. And unlike this time, he would be completely powerless against her whims. He'd never been so excited and so concerned at the same time in his whole life.

He was struggling with something that he clearly didn't want her to glean, and she sensed trouble on his mind. She nuzzled into his neck, speaking softly. "Yogoloth... is there something you would like to talk about? Or, failing that, would you like me to leave? I have a few minutes yet before I'm needed, but I can head back if you'd like..."

Yogoloth smiled and squeezed the naga with his fore legs. "I'm fine, I'm just... rather scared of you. I don't think you'd let me come to real harm, but I have no idea what you're capable of. I just jump into this, wings folded.", his smile turns into a grin. "I guess I'm going to find out soon enough..."

She stiffened on his back, then slithered off slowly. "I must claim ignorance of any culture that is not my own, but I still cannot fathom why you would fear me. Have I not been kind to you? Have I not given you exactly what you wanted?"

He could see her face now, and she didn't look angry; she looked hurt. She looked hurt and wounded that Yogoloth didn't seem to trust her. "I swear to you, the moment in the caves was... it had been a long day, and Kalokin interrupted me just as I started to relax, and...", she bit her tongue, not wanting to say more.

Yogoloth rumbled angrily in his throat, more cultural clashes amongst creatures so different. Fear to him, was not an insult at all. He feared his own mother, all hatchlings do. In many ways it would be more offensive not to fear your own parent! But fear can happily exist next to desire, friendship, even trust. It was respectful in many ways. For a dragon to fear another was to admit that there was something as strong or even stronger. What greater compliment from a dragon was there than that?

But how to put all that into words, it was a concept he'd never had to explain before. It was something he had been born with, something he'd lived for decades. There were few creatures that Yogoloth feared. His mother, Natanii, the dragon that ra-

His lips tightened and he took a deep breath. Why not let the memory free? Shelandra was right, she hadn't shown him any malice.

He feared the dragon that raped him.

But the fact that he'd... liked it in a way, was what he hadn't wanted her to see. It had been horrible, terrible. He'd nearly died. His injuries... the teeth he'd permanently lost. But somewhere deep inside of him... he gained some perverted pleasure from reliving it. Yogoloth's body sagged and he slumped onto his haunches. He gained pleasure from things he shouldn't.

"I guess you picked up on all that...?"

She winced as the memory practically burst forth from his mind, overflowing with detail. Yogoloth could remember every subtle nuance, and she could see it all clearly through him. His thoughts took a darker turn, and her face morphed instantly from hurt to compassion. She all but leapt forwards to hug him, wrapping her scales around his body. "Yes... you poor, poor boy."

The half dragon leaned into the scales that only moments before he'd been 'abusing'; they now gave some much needed comfort. She couldn't help but note the fear combined with pleasure. Even now, he feared what she had planned almost as much as he yearned for it, mind spinning wild fantasies, some of which came close to the truth.

"I'm a broken creature, Shel. My body may have hatched right, but my mind cannot handle being a dragon and a gryphon... it never has been able to..."

The conflict within him raged, two very different natures at war with each other. Shelandra wanted to help, longed to bring him peace... but it was not her place, despite the fact that she lacked the ability to change his soul. "Your path is a hard one, young Yogoloth... and I hope for what comfort you might find along the way. I must be leaving though, I am needed."

The half dragon ran his tongue along her scales briefly. "I'll continue to fear you, but please take it as a compliment. Take care."

"I... alright...", she licked his cheek once more, then she was gone. No fanfare, no bright lights or explosions, just a soft pop as the air rushed to fill the space she had once occupied.

"What have I gotten myself into?", Yogoloth muttered to no one in particular as a wry smile cross his lips.