A Sub-Legal Mistake
(This story was written as a request for a friend of mine who goes by the name of Devil Dog. Its a more yiff focused story, so for those that come here looking for the usual bit of plot in my story, you might not find that. Also, I broke my normal rule of minimal to no swearing. However, I still hope that you can enjoy it for what it is. Standard warnings for those below 18)
The chain link fence around the submarine dock shivered and clinked in the night wind, the breeze more than strong enough to shove its chill through what clothes Michelle had over her body. Even her fur didn't really insulate her from the cold very much, and as a result, her body decided to embarrass her further by making her nipples harden underneath her sheer white shirt.
"Oh, does this make you horny, Michelle? Going into a submarine at night when you should be at home in bed?" That was Brad, the stallion from her class that was the single reason that she was here. "Maybe I should come down here with you tomorrow night, think you'd fuck me then?"
"Brad, if you ever think you'll be getting into my panties, you're a bigger idiot than most teachers already think you are," Michelle growled, reaching back with one paw to keep her twitching tail from lifting her schoolgirl skirt up any further. Her eyes shifted down one direction of the fence to the other as she let out a sigh. "Please, please tell me you know a way in other than climbing the fence?"
She turned around just in time to see Brad shake his head with a smile. "Only other way in is the main entrance, and I don't think that the Navy is going to let a little lost schoolgirl in through the gates. Maybe if you showed off your pussy to them, they might, but you don't want to do that, do you? Or...maybe you do," he said with a smile, tapping the cell phone in his hand meaningfully.
Michelle growled even deeper in her throat, but turned back to the fence. "From now on, no more mixing horny boys with medication," she muttered to herself. Her tail tucked securely between her legs to mask her panty-less crotch, she started climbing up as fast as could, her toe pads barely able to fit into the holes of the fence. "At least there's no barbed wire at the top here."
Of course, her luck failed as she reached the top, her tail flicking to the side a couple of times to keep her balance, and the moment she reached the very top of the fence, she heard a small click. Her eyes wide, she slowly looked over her shoulder to see Brad holding his cellphone pointed right at her crotch.
"You better delete that, right now, Brad, or I'll-"
"You'll what? Make me show the school the other pictures I have of you from last night? You know the ones, where you were a really...dirty...girl," Brad said, tapping his phone a couple of times. "With this, I might just ask you to fuck me when you get back, so think before you yell at me."
There was no point arguing with someone with those kinds of pictures, Michelle knew, and she leapt over the top of the fench with a sigh. Getting a grip on her tail again and holding it between her legs with a paw, she sniffed lightly at the male on the other side of the fence. "You better stick to our deal. I run down to a sub, grab a map out of it, and then you delete that photo, right?"
Brad nodded. "Like they'd never been. Now, get going. Don't wanna get caught by the guards, do ya, bitch?" he said with a low chuckle, ducking back into the bushes outside the fence.
Groaning a bit at the stallion, the doberman started jogging into the base.
~~~
It didn't take very long for Michelle to start really rethinking her decision of trying to sneak into this base. The security guards were a lot better, a lot more prompt with their patrols than those guys that most companies hired to keep intruders out. A lot better.
"But then again, they're the military, what should I expect," she muttered to herself, leaning on the wall of one of the buildings adjacent to the docks where at least four submarines were tied up, the black cylinders standing out against the moonlit waters. Watching from her hiding place in the shadows, Michelle could tell that three of the four were lit up, obviously hosting some crewmen. But one of them...
The fourth one, just about right in front of her, was dark. None of the lights that dotted the other vessels in port shone in the night, and nobody walked over its surface. It was like a dead ship, a ghost ship.
"Perfect."
~~~
A couple minutes later, Michelle stood by the hatch of the submarine she'd picked out. Now that she was up close, she could see the name etched into the side of the vessel. Curious, she couldn't help but lean in a little bit closer, just to see what the craft she'd chosen as a target was called.
"The USS Mythos...That's different," she muttered, fiddling with the hatch of the submarine for a couple of minutes before pulling it open. "Why can't they just make a couple of doors on these things that don't take a locksmith to open?"
Once she got the hatch open, Michelle moved quickly. Though a stranger to the insides of a submarine, she knew the basic layout of military storage. Mechanics in the back, soldiers in the front, officers and strategists smack in the middle. "Thanks for teaching me something useful, Mike," she muttered in thanks to her brother. Each time he came home from a tour of duty out in the Marines, he regaled the family with many stories and random tidbits of information. She'd never thought they'd pay off, but she was quite glad to be wrong about it right now.
Walking through the dark halls of the submarine reminded her of walking through a haunted house. Worse, because at least in a haunted house one had the option of reaching for a light switch. Down here, in a vessel that was total military private property, she didn't dare. There was no way that she was going to prison right now. Still, the idea of trying to find a light switch was very tempting.
"No, no, no," Michelle muttered to herself, shaking her head as she felt her way along the walls, fingers running over pipes, gauges, and the rare stretch of bare wall. "Those lights come on, anyone that might still be in here will come running, and I can say hello to a hell of a lot of court time. Come on, Michelle, eyes on the prize," she muttered to herself.
Each step through the darkness was a shuffling of her paws, the toes slowly working their way across the deck. They were almost sliding rather than walking, not daring to make a sound by bumping into something and sending it scattering all over. Barefoot, she managed to get around several sets of tools that had been left out by some of the pipes, and each time that she avoided something, she let out the slightest sigh of relief.
As she reached the approximate midpoint of the submarine's length, she turned to the side, slowly walking closer to the middle of its width. The main room of the sub had to be somewhere close by now, it had to be. She couldn't take the darkness and the quiet for much longer, she was sure of that much.
As she stepped past one half open hatch, a glow of green caught her attention. Putting a paw on the hatch and slowly opening it the rest of the way, Michelle smiled at the sight of all the familiar terminals and computers that all the navy movies showed on a submarine. "Finally. Now, just gotta find a map here, and I can go," she muttered, sliding into the room quickly and pushing the hatch with a foot to shut it as she got further in.
Her attention was so fixed on the different terminals and the few scraps of paper that littered the single table in the room that she missed the sound of the door stopping, the metal of the hatch clicking on a pair of claws.
~~~
Draconicon was the officer left in charge of the USS Mythos while the rest of the crew left on shore leave, as per the usual. Most of the other sufficiently ranked men onboard seemed to have the luck to pull a duty that would earn them enough points with the captain to keep from being assigned this job, and as a result, the dragon was left onboard while the rest of the crew was able to work out their stress with their families and their friends. Normally, it was something that he hated, something that he just hoped would end quickly.
Tonight, however, things were quite a bit different.
Against all odds, some female from off the base, someone that had absolutely no right to be here, was trying to sneak onto the sub, and though he should have reported this, or done something to chase her off the submarine immediately, his curiousity stopped him. Plus, if he was honest with himself, he was getting rather a big hardon from the sight of such a sexy canine.
So, he started following her.
From the moment that this stranger entered the sub, he stayed as close to her as a shadow. As the intruder made her way deeper into the Mythos, Draconicon couldn't help but feel quite impressed by what he saw. She managed to sneak around the many little tools that he left scattered around the deck as sound traps with the ease that he normally saw in elite strike teams, and better than some of them. Of course, they were all shod, while she was barefoot.
Mere minutes later, as he watched her enter the command room of the Mythos, he decided what he would do with this one. Chuckling so softly that the wind made more noise than him, he blocked the closing hatch with his claws and waited to see her do something that would be good enough for blackmail.
~~~
Michelle was looking through the few paper maps that lay on the table and terminals of the room, her paws grabbing and discarding document after document. She'd gone from the center of the room to the many terminals spread along the walls, picking up and then replacing the scraps of paper. "Why the hell did you have to pick a map, Brad? Almost anything else would be easier to find here," she muttered to herself as she moved to the next terminal. And froze.
Right in front of her was a map of the bay that the subs were docked in right now, and better still, it had all kinds of writing on it that looked like it was military. "Perfect...no way Brad can think that I just grabbed it from somewhere else when its already written on," Michelle muttered, reaching down and rolling the paper up.
Just as it was about to slide into her pocket, however, something pinched her backside. Whirling around in surprise and slapping something hard away, she hissed, "Who's there?" just as the faint lights of the terminals went out, leaving the place in total darkness.
Her only answer was a chuckle and another pinch on her body, this time right on her breast. As she slapped it away with a growl, it slapped her back, her compact, five foot four body flying through the air and slamming against the wall of the command room. She didn't even get the chance to fall to the floor, as a strong, iron grip held her pinned to the wall as another paw slid up her shirt, the fingers stroking over one of her breasts.
"What the hell are you doing?! Get away from me!" she yelled, kicking out with her legs only to bruise her toes on something that reminded her of nothing so much as a tank, and she might have been kicking one, because whatever held her didn't let up. If anything, the grip around her throat only tightened, making it that much harder to breath. Worst of all, in the dark and silence, she couldn't even tell what was doing this to her. "Why...are you...doing this?" she whispered, her vision starting to tunnel as her air slowly disappeared from her lungs.
Just at the verge of falling unconscious, the grip released her, letting her fall from the wall to the floor. Panting in her desperate need for air, she unknowingly fed the lust of her attacker as he watched her breasts rise and fall beneath her shirt. Even as she got her breath back, her breath still came in pants, only now from fear.
Her eyes flicked around in the darkness, seeking something, anything, that would help her get out of this in one piece. Paws scrabbling at the wall, scratching over pipes, metal, and knobs, Michelle frantically felt for the door she'd come through to get here. "Please...please let me go...I didn't do anything wrong," she whispered, her bare toes leaving scratches against the floor in her haste, and pinpointing her location to the dragon naval officer.
She didn't care what sounds she made, she just wanted to get out, and moved faster and faster, louder and louder as she felt over the wall. Terminal, terminal, desk, knob..."Come on, come on," she muttered, her breath coming faster and faster in terror. Her paws moved faster, faster as she heard clicking sounds on the floor, getting closer, and closer to her with each passing second.
"Please...whatever you are, don't hurt me," she whispered, finally reaching the hatch and pulling on it, yanking it open, only to have it shoved shut again almost on her paws. Yelping as she pulled them out of the way of the hatch just in time, Michelle whirled around to stare into the darkness, panting harder than ever.
The only thing she could see in the darkness were two small, glowing white lights, both of them slowly coming closer and closer to her until they were only inches away from her muzzle. "What...what are you doing...why can't you let me leave?!"
"Because you are on a military vessel without authorization. Because you're carrying part of our collection of maps. You are not just an intruder, but a thief. If there's one thing I can't stand to see on a Navy vessel, it's a thief," the dark stranger said, whispering his words almost in Michelle's ear, the deep, gravelly voice sending shivers down the female's spine.
"Please...please let me go...Let me go, and I promise I'll turn myself in! Just let me go, I beg you!" she whimpered, her body pushing so hard against the wall that it almost seemed that she was trying to melt into it. "I'll bring the map back, I promise, just let me go for five minutes!"
Her only answer was silence, followed by the most sinister of chuckles she'd heard in her life, even including the horror movies that she'd seen with her family.
~~~
Draconicon was staring down at the female that quivered against the door of the command room, and listened to the echoes of his chuckle slowly fade. It even startled himself how much it resembled that of a horror movie, sometimes.
Leaning down to look into the eyes of the canine, he said, "I am afraid you will not be going anywhere. You just tried to steal something from the United States Navy, and that carries a heavy penalty, one that would probably end up with you spending quite a bit of time in jail. How much would depend on the judge you get, but you'll be getting time in jail nevertheless."
His eyes watched the female shiver at the mention of jail time, and he restrained himself from chuckling again. She was so weak, so pathetic like this, and it was turning him on like nothing else. Control usually did that, for him.
"Now, if you listen carefully, and do what I say, I might be inclined to let you off lightly. You'd still get a punishment, but nothing compared to what you'd be slapped with in court," the dragon officer said, standing up and crossing his arms. "The first thing I need to know is why you were in here in the first place. Why would a teenager be in a submarine of the United States, stealing a map of all things?"
He leaned against the wall as he waited for an answer, watching the female slowly get to her feet and look in the direction she was hearing him from. "A stallion in my class...has a picture of me...giving him a blowjob...I was high on morphine from an accident, and he took advantage of that..." she muttered.
"Hmm...smart stallion," the dragon said with a slight smile. In the darkness, knowing himself to be invisible, he could afford all kinds of insulting things. "I wouldn't have minded trying out your mouth myself, from what little I could see of that pretty pouting muzzle you got, bitch."
He ignored the gasp of anger from the canine, reaching out and pressing a button to turn on the lights, looking over at the intruder as he was finally revealed to her. It was always a pleasure to see the fear in another's eyes when they finally found out just what they were facing, when they knew they didn't have a chance against the predator of predators.
He grinned as her eyes widened, and as he walked closer, the dragon flexed his muscles ever so slightly. Beneath his shirt, his muscles rolled, the scales covering them rippling in waves. Before the canine had even the slightest chance to move, to run, Draconicon's paw was at her throat again, holding her pinned to the door.
"Now, do you have any interest in listening to my proposal of how you can escape prison time?" he asked, staring into her eyes. Smiling a bit wider at the nod he got in return, he slowly let her go, lowering her feet to the ground and letting go of her throat. "Good, good. Now, you know what will happen to you if you are turned into the authorities. Now, here is my alternative."
Laying a paw on his waist, he quite slowly and deliberately used a claw to slice open his pants, not bothering to undo any buttons or zippers but just slicing it open. Within seconds, his erect member poked out through the hole in his pants, the piss slit leaking a drop of pre as it stared up at the doberman's face. "Your alternative is to let me satisfy myself with your body, until I say that I'm done."
~~~
Michelle stared at the piece of meat that flopped out of the dragon's pants for more than thirty seconds before looking back up at her captor's face. This was her choice, either be fucked by a dragon that could split her in two or be turned in to the authorities and face jail time? "I don't...I don't like those options...Can I take a third choice?"
"And what would that choice be, my bitch to be?" the dragon asked, chuckling as he did, his paws on his hips.
"This!" she yelled, her foot launching forward and ramming itself into her captor's crotch. Grinning as he fell back a bit, she ran forward, pushing past his arms and grabbing at the door, only to be grabbed by her tail and pulled back at him.
"Nice try," his deep voice whispered at her from behind, those scaly arms gripping around her white shirt and rubbing against her exposed belly. "Now, whatever your name is, I was planning to be a little gentle with you. Not a lot, but a bit, enough to allow you to walk out of here without any bruises except on your nether regions. Now, you'll be walking out of here with skin as patched as any quilt you've ever seen."
Even as she struggled, Michelle knew that she didn't have a chance of getting free of the dragon's iron grip. No matter what she did, the arms just tightened around her, even when she kicked her legs back between her captor's legs again. He only laughed it off, his mouth right beside her ear.
"Why doesn't that work..." she muttered under her breath, her feet kicking out at whatever she could reach while her arms struggled to get free of the arms pinning them to her sides.
"Mostly, bitch, because I have internal balls. You can't touch them without sticking your hand right into my genital slit, and you can't really do that from your position," she heard him say from behind her, just as his tongue began licking over the tip of her ear. Flinching back from the touch, she whimpered as her tail curled between her legs. "Please...please let me go...I don't want to be your fucktoy..." she whispered.
"Oh, but I want you to be," the dragon muttered from behind her, his paws rising from her stomach to her breasts, and before she could utter a word of protest, he was groping them as roughly as if she were a whore for his amusement. His claws pulled at her nipples through her shirt, making her really, really wish she'd been wearing a bra. At least then, she'd have some protection against those sharp points.
The claws pulled and twisted, making her whimper in pain and...and something else.
As they continued their assault on her chest, Michelle groaned and moaned in the pain and this new feeling. It was almost how she felt when she was fingering and playing with herself back at home, pleasure but...this was actually feeling...dare she admit it...better than what she did with herself. Moaning softly as the fingers stopped pricking and pulling and her breasts were kneaded by those muscular paws, she muttered, "How are you...making me feel...like this?"
All she got in return was a chuckle, and a rub of the paws down her belly. Gasping as she felt the warm scales slide under her skirt and press right against her love button, she bucked shamelessly against the paw before getting herself under control. "Damn you, let me go!"
~~~
He only chuckled at her resistance, knowing how much her body wanted the pleasure that he was giving her. He just had to keep up the pleasurable actions for a little longer, and this little doberman's body would give itself to him, no matter what protests her mind would give. Just a little longer, he was sure, and then he'd have one of the best lays in his life.
Making sure that he kept up the rhythmic tapping of her love button as his other paw groped the doberman's breasts, he whispered, "You'll be one sweet fuck, bitch. So uptight, yet inside, you're just a horny slut, aren't you? You'd have to be, to give in to my touch so easily, wouldn't you? You know you love my fingers rubbing your clit, my claws scraping and tugging your boobs...come on, admit it, bitch, you love it!"
His clawed finger was buried deep in her pussy by the time he'd finished talking, pressing right on her g-spot as his words slipped into her ears. As a result, when the bitch came, he felt every bit of her pussy spasms over his claw, and by the time she calmed down, he could feel that his claw was completely soaked by her pussy juices. Sliding it out of her panties so not a drop was wasted, he held it up right in front of her face.
She stiffened in his grip as she saw the wetness that covered his finger, and cringed as the dragon said, "Seems that you want this a lot more than your ungrateful mouth is telling me. Perhaps I should plug your mouth up before it tries to talk me out of doing more things you'll love."
Pushing the female to the ground, he used his tail to rip her skirt and panties to pieces, followed shortly after by her white shirt, leaving rags of her late clothing scattered around her. Wasting not a second, he walked in front of her, and laid his leaking prick over her nose. Chuckling a bit at the way it made her go cross-eyed, he said, "I'm going to stuff that muzzle of yours with my cock, girl. If I feel so much as a single nip, a single bite from you, I'm going to take away any sort of pleasure you could get from the rest of your life. Do you understand?"
He barely let her have the chance to nod her agreement before he rammed his prick past her lips, the pre soaked head slamming past her teeth and then her tonsils before lodging in the back of her mouth, spurting streams of pre against the back of her throat. "Oh, God...you've got a muzzle made for cock sucking, you know that?" he whispered, wiggling his hips back and forth as his cock slid in yet further. He felt her throat spasming over his dick, but it only made things feel better for him.
As he finally hilted his cock in the bitch's mouth, he groaned, his musky crotch pressed right against her nose. Chuckling softly at the sounds of the gagging she was doing, and at the feeling of her tongue writhing under his cock, he whispered, "Just think...in a few minutes, you'll have the cum of a dragon in your belly. Not many females can say they've sucked a dragon off, can they?"
The whimpering from the doberman behind him only turned the dragon on more, and his hips slowly began their rhythmic bucking into the warm, wet fuck tunnel that was his prisoner's mouth.
~~~
Michelle couldn't believe this was happening to her. How'd it go from just sneaking on a submarine to being raped in the mouth by an overly aroused dragon?! She just wanted those maps so she could get that stupid stallion from blackmailing her anymore, so he'd get rid of those blowjob pics on his phone.
Now, she had a cock in her muzzle that was fucking her at what felt like the speed of sound, and she couldn't get more than a whimper of breath out between his thrusts. Already, she was going lightheaded, and he'd barely been in her mouth for more than a couple minutes. Despite the slimy pre on her tongue and the rough motions he was shoving her head and neck through, she could barely focus on what was happening, and she slowly started to black out...
Only to be woken up with her head shoved against the bulkhead of the sub, startling her back to awareness. Groaning in pain, she looked up at the dragon, her sight blurry, only to see a wagging, clawed finger in her face. "I want you awake and aware for this, bitch. No sleeping while sucking my cock, now get back to it," the dragon said, pointing at the floor right in front of him.
Whimpering softly to herself, Michelle slowly crawled across the floor of the room to the dragon's feet, remaining on her knees as she slowly put her paws on his shaft, pumping it a couple of times before putting it back in her muzzle. The little whimpers that still slid past his huge cock only seemed to give the dragon pleasure, from what little moans she could hear over her own sounds.
Knowing that if she didn't do this right that she risked being slapped again and going to jail after, she did everything that she could think of to make things better for the officer. It was her only chance to get out of this in any kind of good shape, and as she swallowed her pride, she pulled the dragon's cock into the back of her mouth and into her throat again, this time willingly. It took a couple of tries to get past the gagging reflex, but she slowly managed to do it.
Closing her eyes only to open them again at the gasp of surprise from the dragon she was deepthroating, Michelle somehow managed a smile. So, he can be surprised after all, she thought to herself. Well, if she was going to be stuck in this position, pleasuring a complete stranger that had the biggest cock that she'd ever seen...she might as well enjoy herself.
Leaning forward enough to be able to get her ass off her knees, she slowly slid the paw that wasn't pumping the dragon's cock between her legs, rubbing the soft pads that lined her palm against her pussy. It was still soaking wet from when the dragon had been fingering her, and though she'd hated the thought of him violating her like that, it still was the best fucking orgasm that she'd ever gotten from another guy, or girl, for that matter. But those thoughts were for another time, and she slowly forgot them as her fingers slid between her pussy lips.
Her moans made her throat vibrate around the dragon's cockhead, deep in her throat, while her tongue rubbed all over its underside, the wide, wet, smooth surface of her tongue pushing and shoving the little bump that was his urethra. With all the effort that she was putting into it, it was only a couple of minutes before she tasted his pre. It was hard not to, even with his cockhead jammed all the way through her muzzle and into his throat, the pre shot out so hard.
Pulling back enough to allow the head to remain in her muzzle, she sucked more pre out of the cock, and moaned again. Brad's pre had been completely revolting, slimy and thin, almost like snot rather than something that should be coming out of a dick. The dragon's pre, however...it was thick, almost spicy, like a spicy curry, yet with a fruity taste to it as well. It was almost like...
"Cider."
She stopped her sucking for a moment, opening her eyes again and looking up at the dragon, who chuckled a bit at her confusion.
"Its apple cider that you taste. My pre has a spicy taste from my food, and a fruity taste from what I drink. Now, back to that wonderful sucking you were doing, bitch, before I decide to fuck your pussy instead," he threatened.
Michelle didn't have to be told twice, not anymore. Turning her gaze back to the footlong member that was spreading her muzzle wide around it, she licked just under the head of the cock, at the cluster of nerves she knew that most males had. Biology, don't fail me now, she thought to herself as more and more pre slid over her tongue from her ministrations. She was just about to start bobbing on the dragon's cock in desperation to make him cum when he suddenly pulled out of her mouth, panting softly.
"You're better than I thought, little slut," he said as he looked down at her. "But now, I want to try out another hole of yours. Turn around, bitch, and show me that pussy you've been so busy fingering."
"You...you saw that?" she asked, startled badly.
"Oh, yeah, I saw," the dragon said with a predatory grin before shoving the doberman onto her back, laying over her with his cock pressed against her wet, puffy entrance. "And since you didn't seem to want to move, I'll just take you this way."
As much as the idea should have repulsed her, Michelle grinned at the thought of the dragon shoving that monster up her pussy, filling her up like nothing had before. She was so lost in thought that she didn't even notice her captor shove into her tunnel...until he broke through her
hymen, and then the feelings of pain drowned out everything for a while.
~~~
Draconicon grinned down at the doberman as she yelped in pain, closing her eyes with a few little whimpers. As good as it felt to finally have some pussy around his cock, he wasn't totally heartless, and he was letting his little prisoner recover a bit from her first cock.
He certainly hadn't expected her to be a virgin, not when she was this good at sucking cock. He'd thought for sure that she'd fucked someone else with all the expertise that she'd shown, but apparently not. Still, this was even better for him, a hot wet hole, tighter than a vise, wrapped around his cock with no way to protest without pain for herself? It was the best thing that he could think of.
As the eyes of the doberman beneath him slowly opened, he grinned at her. "Time for the main event, little slut," he whispered as he slowly started pulling his cock out of her, the ridges on the base of it fluttering her nether lips around his shaft as it nearly completely pulled out of her. Only the very tip of the cockhead was still inside her body at this point. Before she could say anything to him, he slammed the whole length back in, burying his boner in her wet, twitching snatch with a moan.
"God, you're tight...virgin tight, virgin right, pleasure me all night!" he groaned out in a crude parody of the old wishing rhyme for children. Each word came out on either the beat or downbeat of his thrusts, coming in rhythm for their fuckfest. Groaning louder and louder as the minutes crawled by, he grinned down at the doberman as he watched her paws come up and stroke at her breasts.
Just to test something he was curious about, Draconicon stopped his thrusting suddenly, watching this doberman female quite carefully. If he was right...
He was, and he chuckled softly to himself as she didn't even stop bucking up against his cock, grinding against his groin for nearly thirty seconds before she seemed to come to her senses, blushing like the sun and looking away from him.
"Ah, ah, ah, look at me while I'm fucking you," Draconicon said, reaching out and grabbing the doberman's chin and making her look him in the eyes. "Seems like you can't call this nonconsensual anymore, can you? You want this...your slutty little body wants this, don't you, little bitch whore...you want my cock pounding your pussy, filling it to the brink...you like being filled by strangers, stuffed with their cock and cum..."
He grinned wider as he felt the shivers that went through the muscles of her pussy walls as he spoke, knowing that she was getting hotter, wetter, more wanton with each word that passed his lips. Grinding into her pussy as he leaned in closer, he whispered, "You like being a slut for an officer? Do you like that? You want to be my personal fuck slave, bitch?"
Thrusting hard as he felt more spasms of her pussy over his cock, the dragon moaned as he let loose more and more pre into her slit, his thrusts sliding home faster and faster, the room filling with the wet slapping sounds of fast, sloppy, wet fucking. He kept whispering suggestions of taking the female for his pet, using her to pleasure the entire crew of the submarine. Each time that he uttered something new, he felt a new shudder of pleasure from below him, and it made him grin and moan in return.
Finally, he just couldn't take it anymore as her pussy just clamped down on his cock. Burying himself for the last time in her hot, puffy snatch, he roared loudly as he came hard, filling her with cock and cum, enough of the later to leak right out of that hole and around her legs, covering her fur and matting it lightly.
"Mmmm, very...good, slut," he whispered into her ear as he laid over her, his heaving, scaly body rubbing against her belly and chest as he slowly came down from his afterglow. Pulling himself out of her roughly, he pushed himself to his feet before slapping some handcuffs over her wrists. "I'll be right back...and then you'll start your new life as the ship's pleasure toy. The rest of the crew needs a good lay too, you know," he said.
~~~
Draconicon walked off the Mythos, and down the makeshift streets of the base until he reached the spot of the wall that he'd guessed the doberman had climbed over. Mentally marking the spot in his head, he went back to the main entrance of the base and walked out, circling around until he got back to the same spot as he'd memorized. The stallion that he'd hoped to find was still there, and he smiled as he tapped the impatient equine on the shoulder.
As the horse wheeled around to see who it was, he barely got a chance to see the black scales of the dragon before he was punched solidly on the jaw, knocked to the ground and stunned. Before he could do more than moan in pain, the dragon had ripped the stallion's pants off and had thrown them into the bushes surrounding the fenced naval base.
"That's for taking advantage of a woman not sober," he whispered just before kicking the stallion hard between the legs, audibly smashing those large balls against the horse's pelvic bone. "That's for blackmailing her," he added. Grinning a sadistic grin, the dragon pulled out another pair of handcuffs and slapped them to the wrist of the stallion, and then to the fence of the naval base.
"And that, my stallion, is for trying to break the deal by having that girl do more for you. I would have thought that a single blowjob would have been enough, but apparently not. Ah well," the dragon said with a shrug, turning back to return the way he came. "At least now I have a girl that's a great lay, and I get to keep you from ever talking."
With a deep chuckle, the dragon left the stallion in the dark and the cold, nude from the waist down, curled up on himself from pain. He knew that the stupid little teenager would be picked up by the authorities in the morning, and that would be the end of that.
It was the work of just a few hours to get the rest of the crew back from their shore leave, most of them reptiles but with a few mammals tossed into the mix as well. Many of them were hesitant to come back to the ship so soon after they had left it, but all it took was the mention of a hot, willing female back on the ship to get even the most reluctant of crew members to grab their gear and hightail it back to the sub.
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Michelle pulled a bit on the handcuffs that held her to the pipes on the wall of the sub. She didn't pull that hard, really only experimenting how well she was held there.
"Why did that dragon leave me here...Was he serious about me becoming the pleasure slave of this whole ship? How would he ever get away with that?" she muttered to herself as she felt the juices from her little session with the dragon run down her legs. Just that little sensation was enough to block thought from her mind for a while, and she smiled as she remembered the way that she'd felt when he'd been pounding into her like that.
Still, eventually thought reasserted itself, and she shook her head a bit. "Get back down to earth, Michelle," she hissed at herself, shaking her head. "That dragon's gonna be back at any time, and even if he wasn't kidding about that thought, do you really think you can take that many cocks for that long?"
"Do you want to find out?"
She whirled around at the familiar voice, smiling against her will at the dragon, and then noticing the hundred-odd crew that stood behind him. As they came into view, all of them slowly pulled their pants down just enough to expose their cocks and balls, those that had the latter, anyway.
Michelle chuckled softly, and said, "I guess I do."