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The sound of heavy pawsteps woke Oulissa with a start. She held her breath, her eyes adjusting to the dark as she tried to listen carefully ...

"I know I heard somethin' down here! Right when I was in the middle of packin' them crates of spice! A ... a scratchin' noise! Like somebody movin' in one of them boxes!"

She froze with terror when she heard the excited, clipped voice coming closer. "Oh no," she thought. "Dragons!" They were talking about her! She pressed up against the inside of her cramped wooden crate, trying to hear more.

"Are you sure soldier?" A second voice spoke this time. Deeper, filled with authority. "Perhaps it was simply a rat."

"No sir! No rat! I swears on me life! Heard it clear as day!"

Oulissa dare not move. They had found her. She had given herself away.

"Which crate was it then?" The second voice asked. It sounded right beside her. She pictured them looking over all the boxes in the storage room ... searching for her's ...

"One of them big ones in the middle!" The smaller voice replied.

A terrifying crack made her skin nearly jump out of her feathers as one of the crates next to her's was torn open. She shivered in terror. If they found her hiding spot, she was doomed. Dragons did not take kindly to gryphons, or law-breakers at that!

"It's empty." The second voice said.

"Keep looking sir! I'm sure I heard something!"

Oulissa heard several more violent cracks! Each one making her flinch. She closed her eyes and waited for her crate to be the next one ripped apart ... waiting for the ugly head of a dragon to loom overhead and find her hidden inside ...

The noises stopped. She heard heavy breathing.

"They are all empty soldier. You are wasting my time," the commanding voice said tersely.

Oulissa's ears perked up. Were they giving up? She peered through the tiny hole providing her just enough air to breathe, trying to see what they were doing ...

"But sir! I know I heard something! Maybe it's that one right there!"

"Enough!" We have broken enough crates as it is! His majesty will be very displeased to learn we have wasted so much spice for nothing."

She could see two dragons talking to each other. The big brown one had its back turned and looked like it was reprimanding the one she couldn't see. There were others too - probably more soldiers, standing around nearby.

"Everyone report back to your barracks ... but you. You come with me. There will be consequences for leading us on this pointless search."

"I - but ... sir!"

The larger dragon turned and strode out of sight, his soldiers falling in-line behind him. Oulissa held her breath, hardly believing her good luck. The young soldier who had gotten himself in trouble held back, staring dejectedly at the floor.

"I know I heard something," she heard him hiss angrily to himself. He looked up at her crate - and for a split-second, his expression flickered as if he had noticed something ... almost as if he could see her staring back at him back through the peephole ... but a moment later, he shook his head and strode off.

Oulissa looked away and breathed a sigh of relief. That had been too close. If they had found her, she didn't know what they would've done. Dragons were renowned for their laws and punishments. Just her luck she had somehow managed to find her way onto one of their battle skiffs. She peered back through the hole to see if the room was empty.

There was a slitted eye staring back at her.

"Gotcha!"

Oulissa shouted and fell down, hitting her head on other side of her crate.

"Hey I found someone! Somebody is here!" She heard the soldier yell up to his friends. That was it. She was doomed. The lid of her hiding spot was ripped off and she found herself staring up at the young dragon's leering face.

"A gryphon? C'mere you ..." He grabbed her by the nape and lifted her up out of the box. She yelled and fought against his grip, catching him by surprise and smacking him hard in the face with her paw.

"Ah!" He exclaimed and dropped her. Oulissa fell to the wooden deck and quickly recovered to all-fours, running for the archway that led out of the room and hopefully to her freedom. There was no time to think. She reacted on pure impulse.

She ran straight into their leader coming back down. There was a look of genuine surprise on his face as she crashed into his broad chest, her momentum coming to a jarring stop as he managed to grab her and slam her onto the deck. Claws at her throat in an instant.

All of a sudden, there were half-a-dozen angry-looking dragons glaring down at her.

"It's a gryphon spy!" One of them exclaimed.

"No!" She answered shaking her head in terror. "I'm not a spy!"

"Lies! You're a gryphon spy ... that ... or an assassin!"

The dragons suddenly growled. Glaring at her with cold fury.

"No! I'm not ... please! Please don't hurt me! I was only hiding!"

"Than why did you attack me!" The young soldier who found her exclaimed. There was a claw-mark above his eye that bled.

"I didn't mean to! I was scared!"

"Enough!" The leader exclaimed, and everyone fell silent. His scales were a shade of dark brown, his face scarred from years of battle. "I will take you before the emperor and let him decide your fate. Perhaps then we shall see why you chose to hide aboard the royal flagship of the Dragon Empire."

Oulissa wilted. She had made a terrible mistake.

"The ... the emperor is here?" She whimpered.

"Yes. He is. And you will find that he is much less forgiving than I am. Now, come with us, and we shall see if he believes your story ... spy."

Oulissa's mind raced. By hiding in that crate, she had somehow managed to find herself not on-board a simple battle skiff ... but the Dawnfire: the largest sailship ever made ... the very flagship of the Dragon Empire's armada! If the emperor was aboard ... and they found her guilty of being an assassin ...

She was as good as dead.

The full weight of the situation came crashing down upon her. Oulissa fainted.

"So Taraguin ... How'd you know which crate she was in?"

Oulissa opened her eyes. Two dragons were carrying her, holding her upper-forelegs and pinning her wings between their muscular bodies.

"I had a hunch," the one on her right said. Oulissa recognized the accented voice. It was the one who had found her.

"It's a shame your 'hunch' didn't kick in before we ruined all that spice." The left one retorted. A few soldiers laughed nearby.

Taraguin shrugged off the verbal jab. "At least I got the eyes and ears to spot her peekin' at me through the cracks unlike you Werran." The other dragon bristled with anger.

"She drew blood, I see."

"Quicker than she looks. Stronger too. You could probably learn somethin' from her." There were a few more chuckles. Oulissa felt the one named Werran grip her more tightly.

"Shh ... I think she is waking up."

"Silence." The brown-leader said somewhere up front. "We are here."

Everyone fell quiet. The flank of dragons stopped as two huge oak doors were swung open, giving entrance to a massive, ornately decorated room. Candlelight glowed along the beautifully engraved walls, casting light upon the thousands of shining jewels faceted in equally stunning designs against the domed ceiling. Oulissa could not help but gape in awe at stunning works of art depicting dragon culture: statues of flawless craftsmanship - including some rather interesting sexual ones - all made of the smoothest metals and stone she had ever seen, gigantic mosaics of astonishing detail, and of course, chest upon jewel-encrusted chest overflowing with gold. Oulissa had never witnessed such riches all at once. It put the treasuries of the Gryphonic Dominion to shame.

The dragons in front of her parted to either side of the room, spinning, and standing at rigid attention. The two holding Oulissa dumped her unceremoniously on the carpeted floor.

"On your feet gryphon." The leader commanded.

Oulissa got to all-fours, rustling her wings and shaking herself off. Slowly, she raised her feathered heart-shaped face, gazing upon the gigantic throne in the centre of the room ... and the mightiest dragon she had ever seen.

"What do we have here?" Purred the Emperor. "A gryphon, aboard my ship?"

Oulissa nearly fainted again upon being addressed by the magnificent golden dragon. The tales did not nearly do him justice, for the Emperor-King really was the most striking creature she had ever laid eyes upon. His scales were smooth and bright, shining like the sun, and his wings glittered like diamonds. He studied her curiously.

Oulissa looked downwards. His piercing grey eyes were impossible to look at. They betrayed a cunning intelligence that she found highly intimidating.

The brown-leader spoke up. "Master, this gryphon was found hiding amongst the spice in the cargo-hold. Soldier Taraguin made the initial discovery."

The Emperor looked at the dragon who had found Oulissa. Taraguin bowed low.

"My Lord."

"Rise soldier. I commend you. You are hereby dismissed from duty."

Taraguin perked up. "Thank you My Lord."

The Emperor smiled warmly. "You may thank the Mesmerai after they are done with you."

If the young dragon had already been happy, now he was positively beaming. He bowed even lower. "My Lord, you are far too kind! Thank you My Lord! Thank you!" Taraguin exited the chamber, still awkwardly bowed and unable to conceal his excitement. Oulissa saw the brown-leader roll his eyes and shake his head in exasperation. All of the other soldiers looked extremely jealous. Especially Werran.

"Now," the king said. "Back to the issue at-hand. Gryphon, what is your name?"

She forced herself to look into his cold, steely eyes, willing herself to appear strong. "My name is Oulissa, daughter of the King of Tallspire," she said more bravely than she felt. There were a few surprised murmurs.

"So, you are of noble blood?" The emperor asked. "The Tallspire Clans are renowned for their ... persistence."

Oulissa didn't like the tone of his voice. Dragons dominated every facet of life with their desire for control. The might of the Dragon Empire was relentless and unstoppable. Already there were reports of enemy scouts in Tallspire, and it was only a matter of time before they would try and take it by force.

The Emperor could see the defiance in her eyes. His gaze hardened.

"Why were you hidden aboard my ship gryphon?" It was not a question, it was an order. She knew lying would probably get her killed.

"I was ..." she blushed. It sounded so foolish. "I was running away."

The golden emperor gave her an intriguing look. "Running away? For whatever reason? Surely a noble such as yourself has all the amenities in life, no?"

Oulissa had to be careful what she said. Any sign of weakness would be exploited by the Emperor.

"Yes of course. It was a personal decision. My reasons are my own."

"Young gryphon. You know little of our culture. Dragons do not keep secrets, and as you are aboard property of my empire, you will obey my orders. Now tell me, why did you flee your clan?"

Oulissa pawed the floor nervously. She felt the burning gazes of all the dragons looking at her.

"I can't tell you."

The king gave an icy smile. "You are not in a position to say that."

"I'm sorry. I simply cannot." She firmly re-stated.

The golden dragon sighed. "Very well Oulissa. If you are unwilling to divulge any information, I will proceed with the knowledge that you hid aboard my ship with the intent to spy, and sabotage it: A crime that carries the penalty of death." The king nodded to the brown-leader. "Take her to the brig, let her see the other ... less hospitable side of our empire."

Two soldiers approached from either side and grabbed her. Oulissa felt a sense of dread build rapidly in her gizzard. Oh no.

"Please don't send me to the brig. I am innocent!"

The Emperor looked down at her, unimpressed. "I am sorry Oulissa. I thought we could have reached an understanding, but you chose your fate poorly."

"All I did was hide in a crate on the docks!" She pleaded. "I didn't think It'd be placed on the Dawnfire!"

"I believe you. I do not think your intent is to harm my empire, but I am not certain, and I cannot endanger the lives of my people. Goodbye Oulissa."

The drakes holding her started to drag her away. She struggled against them.

"Please don't! I'll tell you whatever it is you want. Just please don't kill me!"

The Emperor raised a talon and smiled. The two soldiers stopped immediately in their tracks.

"Chose your next words very wisely gryphon. I rarely give second chances."

Oulissa took a deep breath. "I ... I ran away from home because ... because my family forced me to," she said shakily.

"Why?" The Emperor asked.

"They wanted me to ... to find a mate," she practically whispered.

The golden emperor looked at her and grinned knowingly. "Ah ... I see little one. They wanted to let a fine young male of their choosing breed you, yes? Fill you with his clutch so that they may have their heirs? And let me guess: you were not attracted to him, is that correct?"

Oulissa nodded pitifully and looked down at the floor. The Emperor had figured it out. She felt the skin beneath her feathers burn with humiliation. There was an awkward silence in the room as the Emperor decided her fate. Mercifully, it did not take long.

"Let her go," the emperor commanded. The dragons released her. "Commander Vrin, take your soldiers and resume your duties. And send for my two sons Draxyl and Numinax. I have some important affairs I wish to discuss with them.

The brown-leader: Commander Vrin, bowed respectfully. "Yes Master, I shall fetch them at once. And what of the gryphoness?"

The Emperor looked at her, his eyes flashing mischievously. "She stays with us as a ... guest ... aboard our magnificent ship. Tell your soldiers she is to be treated as one of our own."

Commander Vrin hesitated for a second as if he was going to protest. Oulissa could tell she was causing him a lot of trouble today.

"Right away My Lord," was all he said, and he was gone at once, his soldiers following suite as the heavy door slammed shut ominously behind them.

Oulissa had no idea what happened now, only that she was in a room, alone, with the most powerful creature in the world. She felt terrified.

The Emperor climbed down from his padded throne. He was enormous compared to her, lean and muscled, moving with a natural grace. She felt clumsy and ugly in contrast, her tawny feathers ruffled and unkempt.

"Don't be afraid little gryphon. I won't hurt you."

She didn't trust him. "What are you going to do with me?"

"You will remain aboard the Dawnfire for the remainder of our journey. Once we have arrived, you will be free to depart."

"How come I get the feeling there is something you're not telling me?"

The Emperor laughed softly. "You gryphons do not trust us dragons easily do you?"

Oulissa remained silent. She hardly trusted anyone to be honest, let alone The Emperor. There was a brief pause before he spoke again:

"I want to help you Oulissa."

A flicker of confusion crossed her face. "What do you mean?"

The Emperor paced calmly. "Well, obviously it appears you are not satisfied with life if you are running away from your home, am I correct?"

Oulissa thought about it. Life had been okay in Tallspire up until the moment her parents had decided she was old enough to mate. It had all went downhill from there.

"I'm happy," she lied.

The dragon didn't buy it. "You don't have to lie Oulissa, I can tell easily you know."

She sighed. "Well ... no ... I guess I'm not."

"Good." the golden dragon purred. "Admitting it is the first step. And why are you not happy?"

"I told you haven't I? My parents pressured me to mate with someone I didn't like. I had no choice in the matter."

"A good of reason as any. But aren't your parents upset by your departure? Do you not think there are others who will miss you back home?"

Oulissa had already thought of that. "I have many siblings. I'm sure I will not be missed."

"And what about yourself? Do you not have friends back home that you long to see?"

She reflected: her relationship with her parents was sour at best, and she had scarcely made any friends throughout her life due to her noble upbringing. No true friends at least.

"No. I suppose not," she answered.

"Not even one?"

Oulissa shook her head.

The dragon titled his head curiously. "Any lovers?"

She felt herself blush again. She already knew the answer to that.

The Emperor raised an eye-ridge. "No? You have never once felt your heart flutter for any male?"

She shook her head. Why were they even discussing this?

"Are you telling me a young gryphon like yourself has never mated before? Never felt the rush of excitement as you are claimed by a strong male?"

Oulissa shifted her weight from paw-to-paw. She felt very uncomfortable now.

The dragon seemed shocked. "I am sorry, but I do not understand how that is possible. For us, mating is a natural instinct, something that needs to be sated. It is ingrained in our society, and when two dragons feel the urge - whether male or female ... they simply mate.

Oulissa turned away. "Then you will never understand how I feel."

The golden dragon approached her until he was very close. He reached out and stroked the soft feathers of her cheek.

"Young gryphoness," he said softly. "I understand more than you think."

She was about to flinch away but relented, seeing The Emperor in a different light. No gryphon had ever discussed such topics with her before, and it felt strange hearing it come from a dragon. She realized with a start that the emperor was extremely handsome, something which she had never thought of any male before.

"I believe Oulissa, that if you cannot find happiness amongst your own kind, than perhaps you may find it with us ... with dragons."

She looked at him oddly. "What do you mean?"

The Emperor leaned close and tilted her beak so she gazed up into his dazzling eyes. "It means I could give you anything you've ever wanted gryphon."

Now she recoiled back. "Why are you doing this?" She asked suspiciously. "What do you want from me?"

The Emperor's grin broadened ...

Just then, the doors opened behind her. She spun around and met the surprised gaze of another dragon who had just entered the room.

"Ah - Numinax," The Emperor said. "How nice of you to join us."

Oulissa stared cautiously at this new dragon. It was a male as far as she could tell, not as big as the Emperor, but much larger than herself nonetheless. His scales, she noticed, were a most pleasing shade of aquamarine, and his blue eyes were wide and expressive. He looked from her, to the emperor - than back to her again. He seemed very confused at the scene before him.

"Er ... hello Father," he said in a young voice. "What is ... what is going on here?"

Oulissa froze. Father?

"Numinax, may I introduce you to Lady Oulissa of the Tallspire Clans. She was found in the cargo-hold, hidden inside a crate of spice."

The one called Numinax looked back at her in astonishment, now completely bewildered.

The Emperor continued. "Due to the circumstances, she has been cleared of any wrong-doing and will stay with us for the remainder of our voyage. I trust she will not cause any more trouble."

Numinax nodded slowly. "Well ... hello than Lady Oulissa," he said with a courteous nod. I am very pleased to meet you."

"Hello," she replied timidly. At lease he seemed friendlier than the others.

"Numinax is the master healer aboard this vessel. He is also my youngest son," the Emperor clarified.

Numinax nodded. "Why have you called for me Father? Is there something you need?"

"Yes, there is. Where is your elder brother Draxyl? I sent for him as well."

"Draxyl is busy at the moment with Commander Vrin and was unable to come. He said something about winning a bet ..."

The Emperor chuckled. "Ah Draxyl ... always so headstrong. At least you still listen to me Numinax. Very well, I suppose we may do without him for the moment. You are better suited for what I need done anyways."

"What is it that you require?"

The emperor turned to her and smiled. "Lady Oulissa here is very sad. She has no wish to return home from fear of being forced into an arranged coupling."

"I am sorry to hear that."

"Well," Oulissa began. "I'm not re-"

The golden dragon interrupted her.

"-most astonishingly," he said, staring at her with his piercing gaze. "-she is a virgin, having never once found a mate."

Oulissa felt the burn of humiliation once again.

Numinax looked at her and cocked an eye-ridge in genuine surprise. She thought she saw the flicker of a smile play about the corners of his snout.

"It is nothing to be ashamed of Lady Oulissa," he said kindly. "I think it is very noble that you are able to resist such temptations."

She blinked and pawed the floor nervously. Unsure how to answer. There was something about Numinax that made her suddenly feel all warm and tingly inside.

"I for one believe it is unthinkable," the Emperor said flatly. "Numinax. Tell me, would you court this one if given the opportunity?"

Oulissa nearly choked. "What!" She looked incredulously from the Emperor to his son.

Numinax's bright eyes twinkled. "I certainly would. I must confess gryphon, I find you highly desirable."

Her beak nearly dropped. "I ... but ... you are a dragon!" She spluttered. "How - how can you even think like that!"

He shrugged indifferently. "Apparently it seems I am attracted to gryphons. I do not think I have much choice in the matter."

Oulissa couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"But ... but that's wrong! We're both completely different species!"

Numinax cocked his head as if he did not understand. "I thought our species had nothing to do with it," he said. "It is simply the way I feel. I'm sorry if I have offended you."

Oulissa didn't know how to respond. She felt another strange flutter in her gizzard as she stared at the sleek aquamarine dragon. In his eyes, she could tell that he was a kind-spirited creature - something she thought impossible for a dragon ... but she could also see something else in their vibrant depths: a mysteriousness that drew her in ... and deeper still ... an exotic sensuality that made her tremble. She felt another flush of heat and suddenly felt very scared, because this time it hadn't been from embarrassment:

It was from lust.

She did find Numinax attractive, she just didn't want to believe it, and that was what scared her the most.

He gave a friendly wink that made her heart skip a beat. She quickly looked away.

The Emperor chuckled. "I see the way you look at him gryphon. The way your breath quickens when he speaks ... you like him don't you?"

Oulissa kneaded the carpet and said nothing.

"Do not be ashamed of it little one," he continued. "It is only natural for you to be attracted to such a young, strong, and virile male. Just imagine - he could give you what no gryphon ever could-"

"Father please," Numinax said awkwardly. He cast a furtive glance at Oulissa. "I think you are frightening her."

"I am simply stating the truth. A dragon would make a far superior mate than a gryphon. It is in our blood. It is why we are stronger than the rest. Tell me Oulissa. What do you find so appealing in him? Is it the aura of selflessness he exudes? His kindness and desire to keep you safe? Or is it a more physical thing? The lingering thought of his claws pressed about your waist ... his firm body holding you down while he breeds you roughly ..." The emperor stared at her cruelly - gauging her reaction. "A bit of both I think. Yes?"

Oulissa wanted to disappear. "Please ... what do you want from me?" She asked. She looked at Numinax but his expression was unreadable. The king's icy gaze bore into her.

"I am giving you a chance Oulissa. An ... opportunity ... if you will - to earn your freedom. Since I cannot simply allow you to roam freely about my ship, and I have no desire to release you in the middle of the ocean ... I have decided to place you under the protective supervision of my two sons: Draxyl and Numinax until we reach my empire. Then, you will be free to go."

"How long will this take?" She asked quietly.

"A day and a night. Not long at all."

That sounded like an eternity to Oulissa. But she could tell there was more ... the Emperor wouldn't let her off that easily.

"Tonight, you shall be with my eldest son Draxyl-"

"-but father!" Numinax interrupted. "Perhaps it is wisest if I were to-"

"Silence. " the king commanded. "You will do as I say Numinax. Take this gryphon to your brother. After he is done with her, she will be yours for the remainder of the journey."

Oulissa felt an unpleasant twist in her gizzard. "What?" she croaked.

The emperor grinned darkly. "You are going to be bred by my two sons Oulissa. Or have you missed that point entirely?"

The words were like a slap to the face. She wilted, her plumage collapsing and making her look gaunt. All she could do was whimper.

"What? You thought you would earn free passage after trespassing? There is a consequence for every action gryphon, and a law-breaker like yourself is certainly no exception. Consider yourself fortunate, for I am doing you a favour. Mating with my sons will change you ... make you see all that you have denied yourself for so long. We dragons can take you to the highest peaks of physical pleasure and fulfil your every desire ... because isn't that all you've ever wanted? To find happiness with another?"

"Not like this!" She cried. "I ran away to prevent an arranged mating, but now you are forcing me into one!"

The emperor grinned. "Perhaps, but soon I will not be forcing you into anything. Soon you will be so very willing."

Oulissa shook her head as her eyes filled with tears. "This isn't right! You can't do this!"

"Yes. I can. You are aboard my ship and are subject to my laws. Dragons are much different than gryphons little one. Our culture may seem unnatural to you, but in-time you will realize how wrong you are of us.

"Please," she pleaded. "I beg you. Don't do this."

"I am giving you a chance at freedom," the emperor growled. "Do not waste it."

She looked at Numinax for help but his gaze was filled only with sadness.

The emperor loomed close. "Do not think you can change my mind gryphon. You do not understand what I am capable of. If you refuse, think of your people and the repercussions this will have on you, your family, and everything that you have ever known."

Oulissa shivered in horror. She had ruined everything. This dragon - despite his regal appearance - was deceptive and evil. He was completely alien to her. A threat.

"You two may leave now," the emperor said. But before that ... Numinax ... come close to me and listen."

Oulissa watched as the Emperor whispered something to Numinax. Something about her undoubtedly. Numinax's expression was stony and cold. His brow wrinkled in deep thought. The golden dragon withdrew, turning to face her with his cold eyes.

"Do not try to escape Oulissa," he said. "Remember what I told you."

She stared at the ground hopelessly. He would kill her if she refused. "You will destroy any chance at peace!" She hissed. A sudden anger flaring within her. "You will start a war! One that will kill thousands of innocent! The Gryphon Dominion will be outraged by this!"

The emperor's steely gaze became more intense still. His fangs flashing in a sharp, horrible grin. "Oh they will. Soon everyone in both our kingdoms will know your name: Oulissa - the gryphon princess, seduced and mounted by each of my sons, and bred until she was eagerly filled with their draconic seed."

A single tear of defiance rolled down her cheek. "Never," she said shakily.

The golden dragon laughed. "By the time my sons are done with you, you will be begging to stay with us."

Oulissa couldn't even fathom such a thought. Dragons were more vile and devious than she thought possible.

"Take her away Numinax," the Emperor commanded. "Draxyl is waiting."

Numinax hesitated, but swept past her and opened the door. "Please Oulissa ... follow me."

It took a long time, but she did, and only because she had no other choice. She cast a final, hateful glance at the Emperor.

"Do not fear Oulissa," the cruel king hissed. "Numinax will take good care of you."

The last thing she saw was his victorious smirk as the massive doors closed and left her alone in the hallway with the aquamarine dragon. Numinax turned to look at her, maintaining an awkward distance.

"Are you okay Lady Oulissa?"

She wiped her eyes on the underside of a wing and remained silent.

"I'm sorry," he said in his soft voice. "I know you are scared."

"You don't know anything!" Oulissa hissed back, making him wince.

"I'm not like my father," Numinax said looking hurt. "I would never do this to someone. Please understand I do not wish to harm you in any way."

"She looked at him fiercely, meeting his blue eyes. "How can I believe you after all this? You're a dragon!"

"We're not all bad," he said quietly. "At least I'm not."

She glared at him. Still not entirely convinced. "Why do you want to help me?"

"Because I'm a healer, It's what I do." He shifted nervously. "And I wasn't lying back there when I said I liked you ... I've never met a gryphon before, and I think you are ... um ... interesting," he finished awkwardly.

Oulissa's heart fluttered again and she quickly looked away, her brow creased in confusion. All these new emotions were too much for her to handle. She hated dragons, but at the same time, the one in front of her was like no other creature she had ever met. She didn't know how to respond, so she didn't answer.

"I know you want to escape," Numinax whispered. "And I would help you if I could, but we are in the middle of the ocean, ten-million wingbeats from civilization. You would never make it."

"Than hide me! Only for a few hours! Then we won't be and I could!"

Numinax looked behind him worriedly at the closed door. "Shhhh ... we must be quiet, for my father has ears everywhere. Follow me and we can talk more in private."

Oulissa still didn't trust him, but she didn't see a better option. He strode past her and she followed trailing a safe distance behind. They walked underneath a huge archway that led into another long corridor, Candlelight flickering along the walls. Two guards clad in shining armour stood nearby, their dark eyes watching them silently until they had passed.

"I can't hide you," Numinax said when they were out of earshot. "See those royal guards? There is a full battalion of soldiers that know you are here. They would find you instantly."

"But the Dawnfire is huge! There must be someplace!"

Numinax sighed. "I'm sorry Lady Oulissa, but these dragons have lived aboard this ship their entire lives. They know it better than I do." His tone suddenly turned uncharacteristically bitter. "Besides, my father would stay true to his word. He would execute you if you tried."

Oulissa felt her hope vanish. "Why don't you try convincing him otherwise?"

"He wouldn't listen. We don't exactly see eye-to-eye."

"Why not? You are his son. Surely that means something."

Numinax turned to face at her. She stopped in her tracks, her liquid yellow eyes meeting his blue ones.

"You don't understand," he said. "My father and I are two very different dragons. You saw him back there when I tried to speak up. He wouldn't listen. My words mean nothing to him."

"So you're just going to do what he says? Going to ... to ... to mount me!" She practically shouted.

"No!" He exclaimed. I would never do that! Can't you see that I mean you no harm? Can't you trust me?"

Oulissa stared up at him. Searching his blue eyes for any trace of deceit. He looked very serious.

"I guess I don't have much of a choice, do I?"

Numinax shrugged. "You always have a choice, but the other doesn't involve me or your freedom."

Oulissa gave a sigh of defeat. She decided to put faith in him ... at least for now. "Okay, I trust you Numinax. What's the plan?"

He winked. "Good choice! Follow me through here and I'll tell you inside." He spun about and ducked through a velvet curtain on one side of the hallway. Oulissa held back a few seconds and took a deep breath, stepping through the silky fabric and into the darkness within ...

It wasn't nearly as gloomy she had thought. As soon as she stepped through the thin veil, the familiar glow of candlelight illuminated the spacious room from within. Numinax welcomed her inside, gesturing to one of the many soft-looking pads lying about to make herself comfortable. She strode over to a particularly small velvet one and kneaded it, amazed as the luxurious texture sunk into her paws. The room had a very relaxing atmosphere: High ceilings, panelled walls, neither overly bright, nor too dark, and smelling faintly of incense. Dragons seemed to have an appreciation for the calmness of a flickering shadow, and the dim, but calming environment their candles provided.

"This is one of our social rooms," Numinax said. "Nobles use it from time-to-time for events and such, but this one is usually empty."

""This whole ship is beautiful." Oulissa replied in awe.

"Thank you." Numinax said as he strode over to a blue pad next to her's and lay down upon it. "The Dawnfire took a decade to build and over ten-thousand dragons. It is the pride of my father's fleet and built exactly to his specifications."

"Your father has good taste when he isn't so cruel and manipulative."

Numinax chuckled. "It wasn't all him. I too had a role in the overall design. See this room? There are grander ones, and all crafted by the finest builders in the Empire."

"It certainly is impressive. I can't say we gryphons have anything like this."

"I have heard the gryphon artisans have some unique talents as well."

"Maybe, but I've yet to see them take on anything of this size. It is all so still and quiet! One would hardly think they are on a ship!"

"It is strange I know. Even I sometimes forget I am aboard a moving vessel millions of wingbeats from home in the middle of the ocean."

"What was the Dawnfire doing so close to Tallspire anyways?" She asked. "And why are you returning home?"

"We have been exploring for months now, searching for trade routes through the northern lands. We were only stopping to resupply our stores of coal and spice for the trip back home."

"The northern lands?" Oulissa asked incredulously. "Aren't they frozen with ice? I thought no ship could pass through those waters."

"Yes, but the Dawnfire is quite capable. We have fire that melts through the ice, and the size of the ship crushes nearly everything in its path. Our journey has been most successful."

Oulissa was impressed. Leave it to dragons to be the first to discover trade routes through the northern passages. Gryphons had tried and failed so many times she had lost count.

"What's it like up there?" She asked curiously.

"Very cold," Numinax said. Colder than you can imagine and than some. The wind bites like a thousand wasps and the snow never stops falling. But the skies at night are filled with millions of stars and streaked with the most colourful ribbons of light you have ever seen."

Oulissa imagined what it must have been like. The way Numinax spoke made her feel as if she was actually there in the harsh tundra, looking up at the twilight. "Did you discover anything new?"

Numinax nodded enthusiastically. "Many wondrous lands and creatures. Far too many to describe all in one evening. The weather becomes hot and dry the further you travel, and the water teems with fish of all sizes. The trees are shaped differently and grow delicious fruits, and the animals are stranger than you can possibly imagine ..."

For the next little while, Numinax spoke of the new lands he had discovered and the odd creatures he had met. She listened in rapt attention to his stories, her gizzard quivering in excitement, fear, and sometimes confusion at his fantastical tales. He took time to answer her many questions, and the more they talked, the more they became comfortable with one another.. Occasionally he would make her laugh or gasp in disbelief, and Oulissa soon realized that she would often become lost in those sparkling blue eyes of his. Then, he'd wink and she'd blush a little bit and they'd both smile. He didn't seem to mind.

"What about you Oulissa? How did you end up in a box of spice in our cargo-hold?"

She shrugged. "I was hiding from some guards on the dock. I guess they must have thought it was full and placed it on the Dawnfire. Not exactly my greatest plan."

"I agree," Numinax chuckled. "Did you not notice the Dawnfire docked before you hid?"

"No. It must have arrived afterwards. I don't know how long I was in there for."

Numinax shook his head in disbelief. "You are one very unlucky gryphon Oulissa. You know the chances of this happening are practically nonexistent right?"

"Well ... it happened. Once they picked me up I knew had no chance of escape. I decided to wait it out and hope I ended up as far away from home as possible."

"Was it really that bad?" He asked quietly. "Back in Tallspire I mean?"

Oulissa nodded. "Very. But I know deep down in my gizzard that I made the right choice."

Numinax pondered this for a second. "Have you ever thought that maybe it was fate that brought you here?"

Oulissa was about to say 'no' when she thought about it. Everything did seem oddly coincidental. She had rejected her mate and disobeyed her parents, and in return, she found herself captured by her very enemies - dragons - and forced to mate with them. If fate did have something to do with all this, it seemed unusually cruel. Than again, what if she deserved it? Maybe this was all some sort of elaborate punishment set up by the gods for their amusement.

"Perhaps you're right." She admitted. "But I'd like to believe it was simply bad luck."

"I don't think so," Numinax replied. "I think it is good luck! I can't say I have had the chance to meet a gryphon face-to-face before today."

"I could say the same about dragons. You're not exactly what I expected."

"Really?" Numinax said raising an eye-ridge in amusement. "And here I had no idea you gryphons were such small little creatures!"

Oulissa ruffled her feathers with indignation. "We're not that small. Some of the males get pretty big ... and I bet we're faster too!"

Numinax laughed. "Oh I'm sure. With those small, feathery wings you could probably go much faster than me with my long, smooth ones."

Oulissa could tell he was being sarcastic. She cocked her head in a vaguely owlish demeanour and gave him an admonishing look. He grinned at this and rolled off his pillow.

"What you don't think so?" He turned about, showing off his powerful flank and elegant wings. I mean, I am a dragon after all. We are strong and handsome don't you think?"

"Maybe if you had some feathers and a beak."

He gave her a playful look. "Ouch. I'm sorry if my scales displease you."

Oulissa grinned as she tried to suppress a churl of laughter. When she looked back up, Numinax was staring at her with that bright, friendly look in his eyes. He winked, and she suddenly felt her heart flutter again. Even she could not deny how attractive she found the male dragon. Numinax had an innocent charm that she found highly alluring. She gazed at him unblinkingly.

Numinax settled back down and continued. "But all jests aside, I truly am curious to learn more about you gryphons Oulissa. I have spent so much time around dragons that I hardly ever get the chance to meet anyone outside my own species."

"I as well," Oulissa replied. Although I can't say I feel the same. I think I've already had enough of dragons for a lifetime."

Numinax gave a mischievous grin. "Tired of me already?"

"No," she said. "It's not that."

Numinax's smile faded. "I understand. I admit the situation may seem a bit overwhelming, but it's not so bad. And my father was correct when he said I'd take good care of you."

"A bit Overwhelming?" She said. "Of course it's overwhelming! Your father is forcing me to mate with you! Don't you understand how uncomfortable I feel?"

Numinax gave a frown of concern. "Of course I do! But I would never do that to you Lady Oulissa. I'm a healer, remember?"

"And your brother ... Draxyl. What about him? Would he do the same?"

Oulissa suddenly saw a flicker of fear in Numinax's expression. "That is ... that is why I want to help you," he said quietly. "My brother is not like me at all. He is much different."

She felt a distinct sinking feeling. "How so?" She practically whispered. "Is he like your father?"

Numinax shook his head. "In some ways yes ... but no ... not entirely. He is a soldier. Arrogant, less subtle, and I am sure he will not treat you as I would."

Oulissa felt the sense of despair rise in her gizzard. "What am I to do?" She croaked.

His voice became softer still. "There isn't much you can do. If you refuse to see him my father will punish you for disobeying his command. Our options are severely limited I am afraid."

Oulissa felt another quiver of fear. She did not want to meet this Draxyl character. Even Numinax seemed afraid of him. "What options do we have?" She asked timidly.

Numinax paused. His gaze boring into her's as if he were preparing to ask an important question. "Do you trust me Oulissa?" He finally said.

She gave a tiny, hesitant nod.

He looked down at the floor for a moment in deep thought, and she couldn't help but marvel at how regal he looked in the flickering candlelight. His scales sparkled ever-so-faintly in the dim glow, and when he met her gaze a second time, his expression was dead serious.

"If you want Oulissa ... I could help ... I could help ready you for him," he asked quietly.

She could hardly believe her ears. She blushed harder than ever and looked at the ground as the burn of embarrassment rushed throughout her body. Never in her life had any gryphon asked something like that, and hearing it from Numinax made her realize that the burn wasn't just from humiliation, but from intense arousal too ...

Everything told her this was wrong. But for whatever reason, her instincts said otherwise. She tried to think out what to say ... anything! But her thoughts were too fast for her. Thinking too much. Her parents had always said she did that.

"I ... I don't know," she whispered.

Numinax came close and nestled down beside her, bringing himself to her level so that they we're face-to-face. He met her shy gaze, his eyes full of sincerity.

"I would never hurt you Oulissa. You know that don't you?"

She blinked and looked away only to have him touch her beak bring his muzzle close.

"I've never met anyone like you," he said quietly. "You are different. Sometimes I feel like I'm an outsider with my own kind, but with you ... with you I can be myself."

She trembled at his voice. Her heart beating rapidly.

"I'm not like the other dragons. I can't explain it, but I'm just not the same. Did you ever feel like that when you were back home?"

She nodded almost imperceptibly.

"Sometimes I wish I could run away too. But I was never brave enough. You were."

"Look where it got me though." Oulissa replied.

He gave a reassuring smile. "It's okay. If you had never taken the chance, you'd still be back in Tallspire and miserable. Sometimes, it is in our greatest hardships, where we find what makes us truly happy."

Oulissa slowly met his gaze, seeing her reflection in his dark irises. Numinax was so close she could count every scale on his snout, and smell his exotic scent. She felt a rush of appreciation for the kind male - suddenly realizing how fortunate she was to have somebody like him. She nuzzled him with her beak, listening as his breath caught and he went rigid at the sudden show of affection. A second later, he relaxed and placed his paw on her nape, stroking her feathers softly and touching his head to her's. She trembled in his warm embrace. Finally accepting her fate.

"Is he going to hurt me?" She whispered.

Numinax held her close. "I won't let him. I promise."

After a very long time, she pulled back. Numinax walked over to the other side of the room and pulled a small lever. There were a few clicks as the panelled wall slid away to reveal another chamber. He turned back to look at her. "Come Oulissa. Follow me," was all he said.

She watched as he disappeared. Hesitating a moment before following him inside.

Numinax closed the sliding door behind her. It was smaller and darker than the other room, but equally cozy-looking. All along the walls hung the most realistic paintings she had ever seen, yet she blushed when she saw their subject matter: Dragons of different shape and sizes, male and female, sometimes in groups, and all participating in every form of debauchery possible. She quickly looked away and noticed in middle of the floor lay a huge velvet pad covered in silky sheets. It didn't take long for her to put two-and-two together. This was where dragons mated. Numinax noticed her shocked expression and gave an apologetic shrug.

"When I said I had some input in the Dawnfire's design, I didn't mean all this."

She raised an eyebrow. "Sure."

He gave a toothy grin. "I'm being serious!"

"Are you dragons really so obsessed with mating?"

"Some more than others. But yes, it is an important aspect of our life. We take great pleasure in engaging in such acts of intimacy. It creates lasting bonds and brings us together as a species.

Oulissa looked at the pictures again, her jaw agape at the looks of utmost pleasure on the dragons' faces. Was it possible it really felt so good?

"Besides," Numinax continued. "You seem to have taken a bit of an interest yourself by the looks of it."

"I just never thought anybody could bend that way."

Numinax chuckled. "That's nothing. I could do much better."

She had a feeling he wasn't joking. "What makes you say that?"

"When you've been a healer all your life, you learn a few more tricks than just how to set a bone," he said with a wink. "Want me to show you?"

She shifted her weight. He noticed how nervous she was and approached, placing a paw gently over top one of her's. She looked up, feeling very small next to him.

"There is no reason to be afraid Oulissa. You are safe with me."

"It's more than that," she replied. "It's just ... well ... you're a dragon."

His bright eyes sparkled. "And you're a gryphon."

She looked at him half-seriously. "You know what I mean."

"I know you want this. And I know you've never felt this way about anyone before until now."

She stared at him in silence. He had taken the words from her beak.

Numinax smiled. "And I'm honoured by the way. Thank you."

She looked over her shoulder as if guilty of a crime. "What ... what now?" She asked quietly.

He turned and rolled over onto the pad in the middle of the room, sitting on his haunches and gesturing for her to join him. She swallowed nervously and hopped up, marvelling at how smooth the gold sheets were beneath her paws. They were like water, rippling gently wherever she moved.

"This is incredible" She said. "I've never felt anything so soft."

"Silvermoth silk. Woven by the finest seamstresses in Arden-Tor. It is one of our most treasured secrets," he replied.

Oulissa was increasingly amazed by dragons each passing minute. Everything they did was done with the utmost care and skill. It seemed as if they were capable of anything they set their brilliant minds to. She kneaded the silky covers, transfixed by their ethereal beauty.

Numinax came close and let a talon trace gently down her side. She twitched lightly at his touch.

"Still not as smooth as your feathers," he said in a soothing purr. Numinax glided his paw from her mane down to her furred haunch, and this time she sighed in pleasure.

"What are those berries?" She asked curiously. Bedside Numinax on a wooden stand rest a bowl filled with small purple berries. It was almost humorous how high the pile went. One wrong move and they'd all come tumbling down.

"Those?" He asked. "They are nothing, simply a post-coitus snack. A relaxant really." His gentle claws went a little higher, massaging behind her ear.

"Oh," she craned her neck under his skilful touch.

"I adore your feathers," he said. "They look very warm." He plucked a loose white one out. "Although they seem to come out rather easily."

"Only some of them." She fluffed herself a bit to show off. He grinned at her appearance.

"That looks fun."

"It is," she replied. "It's a shame you have scales."

"I'll say." He rubbed the top of her head and she scrunched her face at the pleasant feeling. He gestured at the dander falling to the floor. "Although it's a pity since anybody searching will be able to easily find you. Do you mind if I inspect you further?"

"Mmm. Please do."

He looked over her trimmed wings, commenting on the dynamics of her flight feathers and how exceptional her preening skills were. "I must say you are a perfect example of good health. I think my father sees something in you."

"Your father hates me. What do you mean?"

"You impressed him Oulissa, and he has a reason for everything. He is an old dragon, perhaps not in appearance, but tenfold compared to you or I. He prizes honour and cunning over all else, and I am certain he is intrigued by you."

"Will he stay true to his word?"

Numinax explored down her forelimbs and to her paws, delicately separating each of her talons with minor interest. "Of course. Old dragons always keep their word, and he is older than most."

She felt better at this. Numinax suddenly dipped his snout into her mane of feathers and inhaled deeply.

"You smell very good." He stated cheerfully.

"Thank you."

He grinned and gave a little twirl. "Okay your turn."

She was much smaller and quicker than him as she toured around his body, feeling his smooth scales for herself, and inspecting his thick, flexible tail. She marvelled at how broad his wings were, and how the leathery membrane stretched so thinly across them. She scuttled under his body to the other side, making him chuckle as her tawny feather's tickled his underside.

"You gryphons certainly are energetic little creatures."

"Well, we are faster remember?" She looked over his sharp talons, impressed by their length. His whole body was strong and firm.

"Maybe," he said with a laugh. "But I doubt you are stronger."

Oulissa's eyes flashed competitively. "I could take you dragon. You wouldn't even stand a chance." They circled each other on the silky bed, sizing each other up. Numinax moved with a casual grace, the hint of a smile playing on his snout. She pounced on him playfully and he fell to his back, both of them landing in a heap on the soft mattress. She was atop, paws on his chest.

"I win."

Numinax grinned. "I don't think so." He twisted sharply and rolled over. Oulissa gave a squawk of surprise as she suddenly found herself pinned beneath the powerful male. She panted, Numinax bright eyes sparkling playfully. She struggled a bit before meeting his handsome gaze and gradually going limp. She had never felt so close to anyone. Never so excited. His gaze held a hungry passion that she wanted to indulge upon. She could feel the strength and sureness in his body, but also a gentle caution. He was making sure not to hurt her, and knowing this made her desire him even more. She tilted forward and licked him on the tip of his snout, giving him a deep look. He blinked in surprise.

"Your tongue is very rough." He purred. She batted her long eyelashes at him and gave a charming smirk. Numinax let a talon trace down her body making her squirm under his touch. "Mine isn't." he growled. His paw roved in lazy circles through her belly-fur. "Want to see?"

Oulissa felt the seductive thrum in his voice. She nodded mutely, so nervous - yet so eager to explore these new sensations. She flicked her tail back-and-forth in a clear sign of excitement.

Numinax slunk low and placed his paws on her waist. She tensed as he brought his head close and kissed her feathered breast, his eyes gazing up at her seductively. She swooned feeling his cold scales against her body, his hot tongue wetting her fur. He moved lower, caressing her stomach in fleeting pecks.

"You are being very quiet Oulissa. Is it because this is feeling so good?"

She blushed and nodded. "It does."

His eyes glinted mischievously. "I could keep going if you want. Your body is delightfully ticklish."

She nodded, shuffling her wings and sinking into the comfortable pad. Numinax grinned and pressed his snout against her belly, laughing softly as he nuzzled her. Her breath came in quick pants, her whole body feeling overly sensitive to Numinax's snuffling explorations. It was strangely arousing, and his skill indicated he had obviously done this before. She felt a flush of heat race through her, clouding her thoughts as she closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure.

His claws slipped towards her hips as his caresses travelled lower and lower. He kissed right above her womb, and her lust became suddenly overwhelming. She gave a tiny moan, her hidden sex flushing with desire. Numinax glanced up at her, his eyes sparkling devilishly. She could read his expression: "Lower?"

She didn't understand. Lower? What did he want to do? Surely he couldn't mean ...

His claws travelled down her legs and clasped gently around both her hamstrings. He pulled them apart. The act was done gently so as to not surprise her, but the feeling of being spread by a male made her clench her legs together and sit upright. "W-what are you doing?" She asked fearfully.

"What does it look like?" He purred naughtily.

Oulissa nearly fainted. A fierce burn of embarrassment raced through her but this only made him smile.

"You don't have to be so nervous Oulissa. I know what I'm doing."

She met his confident gaze. "It's just I've ... I've never done this before ... with anyone," she whispered.

His grasp tightened around her hamstrings. "Than relax. You don't know what you've been missing." He pried at her legs and she gradually relented, succumbing to his seductive advances and her own budding curiosity. She spotted a painting on the wall of two female dragons: One in a position not unlike her own, legs spread wide open and paws pushing the other female's head into her groin. The dragoness being eaten out to had her head thrown back in a silent scream of pure ecstasy. The image was so erotic Oulissa had to look away. Never once in her life had she imagined such acts being possible, let alone about to be preformed on her!

Numinax smiled as she relaxed and allowed him to part her legs. He was so close to her private regions that she trembled with excitement. He brought himself close and pushed his snout into the ruffled feathers of her pelvic mound, inhaling deeply with a sly glint in his eye.

"I hope you taste as good as you smell Oulissa. I have yet to eat a gryphon before."

She gave a tiny smile and blushed. "I guess this is your chance."

He placed a paw above her womb and rubbed gently. "So many feathers..." his tongue peeked out and licked right between her thighs, making her whimper with desire. "But these ones are wetter ... I wonder what lies beneath?"

Her liquid eyes wavered with uncertainty. Numinax traced a claw down her abdomen and gazed at her cunningly. He kissed her moist nether-lips and smiled as she gasped and arched her back.

"It seems dragons and gryphons aren't so different after all," he rumbled softly. His tongue unfurled and lapped gently against her supple folds, causing the young gryphoness to writhe helplessly in pleasure. She had never felt anything like it, and all she could do was lie there and moan softly as Numinax went down on her. Her breath came in sharp pants as the virile dragon tenderly kissed her hidden flesh, stimulating her body as he worked his tongue up and down her moist slit.

He growled happily as she finally succumbed to her desires, taking it as a sign to continue as she cooed softly and fell silent. Oulissa trembled as the horny drake nuzzled her virginal flower. No words could describe the sensation of his tongue exploring her sex, and she quickly realized all that she had been missing out on. The tip of his forked tongue skillfully explored her tight entrance, probing her flesh in soft flicks that sent sparks of amazing pleasure coursing through her. Never would a gryphon do something so creatively salacious, and the fact she was with a dragon of all things made it even more incredibly erotic. Deep down inside she felt a titillating sense of lustful excitement at being with a member of another species. He was bigger ... stronger ... and very different, and there was a certain exotic thrill in that that she was hardly ashamed to admit.

Numinax's blue eyes stared up at her and studied her every reaction. She met his sensuous look with a heavy-lidded gaze, her beak slightly agape as his flexible tongue dove into her willing flesh again and again. His claws pricked her skin as his carnal appetite grew, ever so eager to orally deflower the young gryphoness. She listened in stunned silence to the wet sounds of him eating her out, his hot saliva trickling down her thighs and mixing with her soaking feathers.

Pleasure tingled in her loins as the male licked every inch of her pussy. His hot tongue roving in tight circles across her tiny clitoris already swollen with arousal. She gave a soft moan as Numinax nudged her with his snout, exploring her nethers with teasing strokes.

He pulled back and gave a roguish grin.

"You taste delicious," he purred.

Oulissa blushed at the compliment. She knew he was being serious. "Y-you are very good," she stammered.

He winked. "It will be hard for me to stop. But I can if you've had enough."

Oulissa didn't even consider it. After coming this far and feeling so much pleasure, all she could think about was how much more he could give. Inside her, there was a growing urge of sexual tension just waiting to be released, and after a brief moment of clarity ...

She realized she was likely going into heat.

'Uh-oh.' she thought. She had never been in heat before.

"Y-you don't have to stop," she whispered.

Numinax's grin widened. "In that case I won't. Although I should warn you gryphoness, you will never feel so much pleasure in your life, and I daresay you may lose control of your body."

Oulissa trembled but nodded in understanding. Already she felt that way. What else was Numinax capable of?

He gave a final wink before lowering his head to her belly and giving a playful nuzzle. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

His claws travelled down her legs to her rump, and she watched him nervously as his claws brushed aside her feathers to reveal her glistening slit. He stared at it for a moment before kissing it tenderly, his eyes locked on her's at all times.

"Oh Numinax," she sighed falling back. "Please don't stop."

He winked but didn't reply. She watched as his flexible tongue slipped out and give her exposed lips a long, drawn-out lick. She shuddered at his sensuous touch, his slick tongue sending a burst of pleasure throughout her synapses. His paws massaged her as he explored further into her pink depths, his hot tongue contrasting sharply with his cool scales.

He flicked forward and delve into her cunt, his thick, slippery organ burying itself inside, and filling Oulissa quite thoroughly. She crooned softly. Arching her back as the flexible appendage wormed its way inside. Through the lustful haze filling her vision, she saw Numinax flicker a smile before shoving his draconic snout deep into her feathers. She closed her eyes and hissed in lusty rapture, her claws finding purchase in the soft sheets beneath. It was incredible how good it felt. Numinax knew exactly what he was doing.

She thought of her parents, her abandoned mate, and how crazy she was for actually doing this. He was a Dragon! Not even of the same species!

It was up to her she realized - as the Emperor's son ate her out - to navigate this social nightmare and somehow hope the dragons stayed true to their side of the bargain. It seemed impossible-

-Numinax pushed her hips up and licked her wet slit with increasing vigour. His tongue slipped out and lapped across her clit. The pleasure nearly stopping her train of thoug-

-She felt a twinge of fear. The Emperor had said she would be begging to stay with them by the end of it. What did that mean? She looked at Numinax, if it meant with him than perhaps that wouldn't be so bad ...

But it wasn't. It was with Draxyl, and she was scared.

Numinax let one of his paws rub her burning clit. Oulissa panted in pleasure, soft moans escaping her beak at every lick. His tongue pushed a little deeper forcing her to close her eyes and cry out with ecstasy. The sound surprised her.

Numinax withdrew just enough to speak, his warm exhalations blowing softly on her soaking pussy.

"Soo tight," he hissed. "Much tighter than any dragoness."

She took it as a compliment and flicked her tail against his side. He gave a sultry grin. "Gryphons..." he muttered to himself, before burying his face between her legs again.

Her claws punctured the mattress. His tongue found her vagina and pushed its way inside. She clenched her abdomen and suddenly tensed, the pleasure sparking to incredible heights as he devoured her sopping cunt. Saliva and other sexual fluids dripped down her thighs. Numinax looked very intent and seemed to enjoy watching her squirm in throes of pleasure. She felt hot and ready, the pulse of her heart throbbing everywhere in her body. Her head fell to the side as she let him have his way with her, and it was here she noticed Numinax's large and very erect cock.

She had to blush. It was rock-hard and dripping pre, it's glossy, tapered length covered in thin red veins that ran all along its surface. He was much bigger than any gryphon's, and considerably less frightening in appearance. Male gryphons had painful-looking spines all over theirs, but this wasn't the case on Numinax. His was smooth and glistening with lubricants, ready to slide into any willing female ...

She watched it push out of his genital slit with some curiosity. It curved along his belly, making his urge to penetrate her blatantly clear. She felt an odd sense of satisfaction watching it grow. Obviously he found her highly attractive. She had never once thought she could make anybody feel that way before.

Numinax noticed her gaze and gave her a wink that said it wouldn't be the last she saw of it. His tongue dove back into into her with zeal, his face twisting and turning as he hungrily devoured her slit. She bucked her hips into his thrusts and whimpered, completely subsumed by her rapidly growing urge to mate.

"Oh ... Numinax ..." she breathed in amazement. "It feels ... soo good."

"I know," came his muffled reply.

Oulissa's heat began to take over. She felt dizzy as his tongue plunged into her over-and-over again, the tips of her feathers shimmering with lust. His thick tongue worked its way inside her tight confines, his claws dancing across her feathered body, roving through her luxurious fur and exploring her most sensitive spots. A burning sense of desire rushed along her spine and made her quiver with lust. She wondered how much more of this she could take, his snout nuzzling her pubic mound like a thirsty whelp asking for milk.

He placed a paw on her belly as she began to involuntarily thrust against him, expertly controlling her body as his tongue licked her clit until she thought she'd pass out. Pleasure pulsed inside her, twisting and thrashing like the male's hot tongue. Her moans of passion became louder and more pronounced, her body twitching at the amazing sensations.

He withdrew with a lewd 'slurp.' "That's it Oulissa," he purred. "Relax, and let me pleasure you," He buried his face between her thighs once again and made her keen with bliss, her paws finding the back of his head and holding him there. Oulissa's body no longer obeyed rational thought, her moans becoming filled with lust. The mounting pleasure burned along her feminine slit and became incessant as Numinax licked her soaking pussy with wild abandon. The forked tip occasionally slipping out and tickling her clit when she least expected it.

Her vision tunnelled with impending release. She had never once imagined anything could feel so good, but Numinax's skill proved that statement to be very wrong. She rolled her hips at the male's seductive touch, gasping as the sense of tension rose within her. He pulled back and gave her a crooked grin, his snout shining with sexual fluids.

"You're close," he growled playfully. "I can tell."

She raised her head and caught her breath. "I didn't tell you to stop."

"Any longer and you won't ever want me to stop."

She rolled her eyes impatiently and pushed his head back down to her groin. Numinax looked surprised, but didn't need any further instruction as he enthusiastically continued to eat her out. The pleasure returned in a blinding rush that made her exhale in disbelief. She knew Numinax liked the attitude, but the crafty look in his eyes told her he would make her pay for it very shortly. She shivered with anticipation.

Within moments she quickly realized just how right he was. She was very close and most definitely did not want him to stop. The fiery glow coming from her dripping pussy became a roaring inferno as the horny drake thrust his tongue deep inside her. She twisted back-and-forth in the bedsheets as a crescendo of pleasure rose within her gizzard. Her moans of pleasure becoming desperate, high-pitched keens. And just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore ... when she knew she would surely pass out ... there was an explosion of such ecstasy deep within her, that it emptied her mind of all thought ...

Her eyes snapped open and dilated as Numinax's tongue brought her to an intensely powerful climax. She whimpered in disbelief as her body began quaking uncontrollably, and waves of burning pleasure began pulsating through her. She tried to thrust, but Numinax - having had experience with females in this position many times before - kept her from bucking too hard. Her tight slit clenched down reflexively, but his skillful tongue slipped out upon her first contraction and proceeded to lick her vulva raw. Oulissa gave a strangled cry and arched her back, shuddering as her orgasm tore through her fragile body. Every nerve tingled with incredible pleasure, her pussy throbbing as her cursed heat forced her to experience true bliss for the first time in her life.

Numinax was still down between her legs, his snout nuzzling her vent as she thrashed in throes of ecstasy. If she had any control of her senses, she would have noticed the sly grin on his face, but her vision swirled as she moaned heavily in rapturous oblivion.

"That's it Oulissa," Numinax whispered. "Let it rush through you."

She did. Her heart racing furiously as she twisted back-and-forth. Her contractions felt deep and rhythmic, her pussy soaking as juices squirted all over Numinax's snout. He lapped it up obediently with a devilish wink, content that he had done an adequate job in pleasuring the once shy female.

Her release never seemed to end. Just when she thought it would come to a finale, Numinax's slippery tongue would probe some hidden spot deep inside her and re-ignite the simmering, nigh-unbearable bodily pulses. Her heat showed her no mercy, having hungered for a male so long, it now crashed down upon her, and with such force that it was almost too much to bear. She whimpered in submission, hardly realizing that this would be the first of many sexual experiences yet to come.

Her heat throbbed and ebbed. She felt Numinax's tongue slide out, and his smooth body glide over her's. His snout pressed against her beak in a sudden, passionate kiss, one of his paws roving through her mane, while the other replaced his tongue and massaged her twitching cunt still covered in juices. She moaned softly in surprise, listening to his growls of pleasure, and feeling his warm breath against the inside of her mouth. More than just saliva dripped into her beak, she could taste the sweet nectar that she knew was her own sexual fluids, but also a sour tang that made her open her eyes in surprise. She met Numinax's crafty gaze, his snout tinged with purple from the berries next to them.

"Wha-"

He pulled her back into his embrace before she could finish. Their mouths met a second time, twisting back and sharing the berries' sharp liquid between themselves. She sighed and closed her eyes, content to simply let him do as he please and bask in the warm afterglow permeating her body.

After a long time, Numinax withdrew and licked his snout.

"So how was it?" He asked.

She sunk into the sheets purring and looked at him with a heavy-lidded gaze. She still felt the numbing glow of her powerful climax.

"Incredible," was all she could manage.

Numinax nuzzled her playfully. "I hope so. For a moment there I was sure you would faint. And I think you left some claw-marks on my neck."

She gave him a sheepish grin. "Take it as a compliment. I've never let anyone do that to me before. And you were amazing."

His paw roved in slow circles around her pubic mound. Her heat felt somewhat diminished, but she still hungered for more. She looked down and saw that his maleness was still stiff with lust. He noticed her gaze and smiled.

"Later Oulissa, if you so desire. But you know what my father said."

She almost wanted to roll over and present herself for him, for surely he wouldn't be able to withstand the sight of her tail raised high, and mewling for him to breed her. Just the thought made her flush with desire as she pictured Numinax groaning as he succumbed to his own feral needs and mounted her roughly ...

But that would be unbecoming, and something told her Numinax wouldn't want that. She could tell he liked her - sexually of course, but in other ways too. He was curious about her, And she knew he was searching for more than just a quick mate.

They cuddled together for a few minutes. Nuzzling and nipping each other, and laughing softly. There was a moment where she felt completely satisfied. A few minutes of total happiness. Once Oulissa had finally caught her breath, she turned and looked at him.

"What happens now?" She asked.

"I suppose I should bring you to see Draxyl, although I wish it was not so."

The feeling diminished somewhat. "Are you sure there is no other way?"

Numinax stroked her cheek ruffs reassuringly. "I'm afraid not. But do not worry, the berries will help ... as did my tongue warming you up."

She batted him playfully. "What do the berries do again?"

"Besides being a mild relaxant, They help prevent any unwanted clutches. I assumed you did not want Draxyl being the father of your kittens."

"Certainly not," she agreed. "Although I did not know dragons and gryphons could copulate together." A tingle of fear suddenly coursed through her. "Do the berries' effects last forever?"

Numinax shook his head. "Of course not. I would never do something so cruel to you."

She felt bad for doubting him. She licked his neck appreciatively and snuggled close.

"Thank you Numinax. You are very thoughtful."

He smiled. "It is my pleasure. It reassures me to know that you are concerned about such things. From what I am told, rearing young is a wonderful experience, just not one I would want you to be forced upon."

Oulissa felt butterflies in her stomach again and quickly realized she was falling in love. If there was anyone she wanted fathering her clutch, it was Numinax. His kindness and respect made her desire him in every way imaginable. She truly wanted to be with him.

He noticed her longing gaze and kissed her again, his claws finding her nape and pulling her close. She felt his tongue flit into her beak and meet her own, she sighed with desire and closed her eyes ...

He suddenly pulled away and brought his muzzle close. "You have no idea how bad I want you Oulissa," he growled. "I can hardly control myself."

Oulissa felt a thrill course through her. Numinax sounded intense. She felt his grip tighten on her as he buried his snout in her mane and inhaled deeply, his breath rumbling powerfully in his chest. After a few tense seconds, he let go.

"I shouldn't," he said more to himself than anything. "I have already disobeyed my father, and I do not want to put your freedom in jeopardy more than it already is."

Oulissa nodded. "I understand Numinax. You are only doing what is right."

"Maybe. But it feels wrong. I shouldn't have to do this to you. I ... Draxyl ..." Numinax took a deep, slow breath. "It would be so much simpler if he weren't involved ... If it were just you and I."

"Well ... maybe after this is all over ... It will be."

Numinax looked at her in surprise. "You'd like that? Even though I am a dragon?"

Oulissa nodded. "Definitely. Even though you are a dragon."

He grinned. "I'd like that. But I doubt your parents would be pleased. A gryphon and a dragon together? Blasphemy!"

"They'd get over it," Oulissa answered with a churl of laughter. "And besides, perhaps in time it will strengthen relations amongst both our kind."

Numinax considered it. "Or maybe it will start a massive war ... I think I like your idea better."

Oulissa gulped. He had a point.

"Does your father want a war?"

Numinax wrinkled his brow. "He has never told me. Perhaps. What makes you think he does?"

"He hungers for more power," Oulissa said. "I can tell. The grey wolves have warned us of your encroachment onto their land, and we have witnessed your scouts in our skies. I would say that qualifies."

Numinax looked concerned. "What about your father Oulissa? Does he want war?"

She shook her head. "I doubt it. As much as I am ashamed to admit, we are weaker than you-"

"-Don't say that," Numinax interrupted. I don't think so."

"You're different though Numinax. Dragons are bigger, stronger and smarter ... My father is worried for his people. He does not want war, but if it comes, he will fight. I am sure of it."

"I wouldn't if that means anything to you gryphon."

She nuzzled him. "I know."

The two of them fell silent for a few moments. Mulling things over.

"Do you think we can avert this if I obey your fathers orders?"

"It is difficult to say. At some point I am sure you will get the chance to ask him yourself."

"But what if he doesn't listen? What if I fail?"

"You won't," Numinax said reassuringly. "Prove him wrong. Prove to him you are strong and I am sure he will at least consider your request."

There was another short pause. Numinax stroked her feathers gently.

"Numinax ..." she asked. "What did your father whisper to you earlier? Right before we left."

He stopped stroking her. "I ... I would rather not say."

"It was about me wasn't it?"

He nodded.

"Please Numinax. I must know."

He hesitated. "Are you sure?" When he saw that she wasn't going to change her mind, he exhaled shakily.

"My father ... he said ... he said Draxyl would break you. That once you'd mated with him you would want nothing else ... That the pleasure would corrupt you until you forgot who you once were, and become nothing more than a mere puppet for the Empire. Something to flaunt to the other races ... as an example of our power."

She looked at him horrified. Numinax held her close, clutching her as if he'd never let go.

"I'm so sorry Oulissa. I didn't want to tell you like this."

She felt numb inside. Scared. Maybe it was true she wondered. Maybe dragons really could enslave you with pleasure. She thought of Numinax going down on her and how for a moment she had wanted him to mount her. Her climax had been very intense. If she felt such sensations over-and-over again, was it possible to eventually desire nothing else?

The emperor seemed to think so. Numinax as well. What if she was unable to resist?

"What if I'm not strong enough?" She whispered.

"Don't say that," Numinax said vehemently. He locked gazes with her. "You can't allow it. You must do everything in your power to prevent it. No matter what. Do you understand?"

She nodded quickly.

He held her tight, his eyes shining with concern. "Please Oulissa, promise me you won't submit to his whims."

"I ... I promise!"

Numinax gauged her expression then relaxed, flopping down beside her. "I believe you." He huffed with amusement. "Besides, you're tougher than you look. Maybe Draxyl should be the one worried about you."

"He should be," Oulissa replied confidently. "And you forgot I'm faster too."

Numinax growled naughtily and brought his teeth close to her neck. "We'll see about that when I'm lying across your back ... my paws at your waist ..."

She pushed his face away playfully. "Stop it," she giggled.

He tickled her stomach and made her wiggle in an effort to break free. "Maybe I'll go nice and slow ... see how long I can make you squirm before you can't take another second of it ..."

Oulissa felt her heat return in a hot flash of lust. Despite his polite demeanour, Numinax had a naughty side she wanted to see more of.

"Knowing what you can do with just your tongue, I can't wait to find out."

He gave her a devilish wink. "Just wait gryphon. You won't regret it."

They left the room together. Oulissa ducked beneath the silky curtain and exited the steamy quarters, finding herself once more in the large, well-lit hallway. Numinax stepped out a moment later, joining her by her side.

There was a commotion down the hallway, and three dragons suddenly tumbled out of their own adjacent room. Oulissa froze in shock at their sudden appearance. Quickly, she noticed that they were all female, laughing playfully with each other, and each one undeniably attractive.

Their leader: A tall, bronze-scaled dragoness with a frill of horns even a gryphon could find alluring, turned her violet eyes in their direction, and immediately, the gryphoness gasped and tucked her body behind Numinax's tall frame, peering out around his tail and holding her breath as she observed these new arrivals.

The three dragons went quiet for a moment as they caught sight of Numinax. A second later, they all looked at one-another and re-doubled their giggles; casting many flirtatious glances.

"Hello Starmire and friends," Numinax said casually. Although his stoic posture showed that he was obviously surprised by their sudden appearance. "I trust you are all enjoying yourselves this evening?"

The females' fits of giggles increased upon being addressed. And it dawned on Oulissa that they probably knew Numinax and his particular talents very well. She felt a pang of jealousy. They were all very beautiful compared to her.

" Hi Numinax," The bronze, violet-eyed dragoness called Starmire purred, her thick tail flicking back-and-forth behind her. "Our night has been -" she looked at her silvery friends and they shared a knowing smile - very satisfying."

Numinax grinned warmly. "I'm sure it has."

"Who is that behind you? I thought I saw feathers."

Numinax hesitated for a moment but stepped aside. Oulissa was suddenly put in the spotlight, pawing the carpeted floor nervously as the three females turned their curious gazes on her.

"Hello." She said shyly.

Numinax placed a reassuring claw on her back. "This here is Lady Oulissa. She hails from the forest region of Tallspire. Across the ocean from our own territories."

Starmire's dazzling gaze bore into her's; the faintest twist of a smile appearing on her perfect muzzle. Oulissa nearly swooned upon making eye-contact with the exotic dragon. She had such dark outlines around each eye ... and her smooth hide was the most tempting shade of chestnut. Everything about these females ... but Starmire in particular ... came off of as sensual and alluring. She wanted to gaze into those purple eyes forever ... spiralling deeper into their infinite depths ...

"So this is the unlucky stowaway," Starmire said in a seductive voice, batting her dark eyelashes at Oulissa and making the young gryphoness snap out of it. "I have heard many rumours, but I could hardly believe we actually allowed a gryphon aboard."

Oulissa frowned. Had news of her actually spread that fast? Did the entire ship already know she was here?

Numinax spoke up for her. "It was a simple misunderstanding I assure you. Lady Oulissa is a dignified noble of the Gryphon Dominion, and you will find she carries herself like the royal stock she descends from. Already she has spoken to my father, and he has allowed her to remain with us and enjoy all the luxuries that we have to offer."

Starmire flashed another sly grin, her eyes roaming over Oulissa's body. "And from the way her feathers are ruffled it seems you have already shown her some of these yes?" She teased. Her companions laughed with amusement.

Oulissa's skin burned fiercely with humiliation. She wanted to disappear. To turn into a little bug and crawl away. Was it actually so obvious that Numinax had went down on her?

Numinax coughed awkwardly but wrapped a comforting wing around the embarrassed gryphon and pulled her close. "As clever as always Starmire," he said with a chuckle. "Well, I won't deny we spent a little time getting to know each other better, but for the sake of my good friend here, I will not go into detail."

Oulissa glanced at him underneath his leathery wing and gave a tiny smile. She honestly was glad to have met such a kind dragon who actually cared about her feelings. He met her gaze and winked, before returning his attention to the three females.

"If greetings have concluded, I would ask to be excused, I still have many activities to attend to before the night is old, and I'd like to escort Lady Oulissa here to her chambers before the quarter-moon."

Starmire's silver-scaled friends sighed with mock disappointment, but their eyes glowed with fire. "Surely you couldn't spare a few minutes-?" The one on the left purred hypnotically, and Numinax looked at her.

"-To suit our needs?" The near-identical right finished, bowing her slender head in his direction and gazing at him with obvious intent.

Oulissa felt Numinax's grasp on her shoulder suddenly falter, and she looked up at him. She frowned in concern at the look on his face. His expression suddenly betrayed one of deepest lust. His eyes glazed and his focus rapt on the two silver dragons as if nothing else in the world mattered.

Oulissa felt a numbing fear course through her. Something was wrong. These were no ordinary dragons. she panicked and looked at the females but met the gaze of only one: The violet-eyed, bronze one.

Starmire.

Oulissa's mind suddenly went foggy. Her vision tunnelled until the the captivating female was the only thing she could see ... and then, those shadowy, violet eyes pulled her in ... Oulissa craned towards the beautiful creature; her heart fluttering rapidly, and her mind spinning ... She groaned lustfully as a wave of warmth rolled through her lower-body, burning her with a sudden, fierce arousal that she was completely unprepared for ...

Her blood froze, and reality came splintering back in a stinging rush. She was panting heavily, her body tingling with embarrassment and confusion. Starmire smirked knowingly, her gaze no longer hypnotic but ... curious ... and still sparkling with obvious superiority.

Numinax seemed to have recovered more quickly, and his expression showed concern only for Oulissa who was being supported by his curled wing. He knew what had happened, but did not have time to explain. All he managed was an apologetic shrug before looking back at the beautiful females. When he spoke, it was with defeated, but sincere interest:

"I could certainly accommodate you three. Please follow me into my chambers." Sadness suddenly creased his brow, and he met Oulissa's gaze with eyes full of remorse.

She felt an unpleasant twist in her gizzard and looked downwards. Crushed. 'This is how they live,' she told herself. 'you have to understand that.'

She looked back up at Numinax but he was already occupied with the other females. She tried to push the thought from her head and piece together what had just happened.

"You two go inside with him," Starmire purred to her friends. "I will show Oulissa here to the guest chambers myself."

Oulissa's heart skipped a beat. She gulped as the two silver dragon's brushed past her, their larger, stronger bodies smooth and flawless compared to her tangle of feathers. "See you later," they said in unison, their steps light and confident. Oulissa trembled as their silken voices kissed her tufted ears, the two of them finally disappearing with Numinax back into his room.

"He's good isn't he?" Starmire purred behind her. Oulissa spun to see dragoness sitting elegantly on her haunches, her tail wrapped about her legs.

Oulissa blushed for the thousandth time. "Yes, he is," she managed.

Starmire uncurled and approached, a mischievous look on her face. "You don't have to be so nervous Oulissa. Numinax is one of our best males, and he chooses mates very rarely. You should feel honoured that he selected you."

"Why is that?"

"Besides the fact you're a gryphon?" She chided. "It's because he isn't like the other males. He is strong and capable, but he keeps to himself. The females are obsessed with him naturally; and he chooses them carefully-" She rounded on Oulissa and smiled, "-except he never turns us down."

A sluggish memory appeared in Oulissa's mind. A single word:

"Mesmerai," she whispered. Finally understanding.

Starmire's eyes flashed with amusement. "You're a smart little one. I'm impressed."

Oulissa knew without a doubt that the gorgeous creature before her was surely a Mesmerai: A fabled dragon disciple who had trained since hatching in the arts of persuasion, interrogation, and if needed - seduction. They we're something of a myth among gryphons. Very powerful and mysterious. Most believed that no such creature existed.

Starmire laughed lightly.

"Yes we exist gryphon. And our power is more than you could possibly comprehend. We get what we want, when we want, however we want." She placed a claw on Oulissa's temple, and the gryphoness froze before sighing pleasurably as the dragon massaged her.

"I like you Oulissa," Starmire purred. Her voice echoing with hypnotic emphasis. "Numinax claims you are of noble stock, and I have no reason to doubt him. You are shy, inexperienced, and a ... gryphon, but you have a certain youthful innocence that many will be so eager to claim. Including me."

Oulissa swayed upon hearing such things, her eyes heavy as the dragoness entranced her with that lucid voice. "R ... really?" she managed.

"Oh yes, as soon as the princes have their way with you, the entire royal caste will be willing to satisfy their own needs as well. You belong to the Dragon Empire now, and that means, you also belong to me."

"I do?"

Starmire trailed her talon delicately along Oulissa's neck, looking straight into her eyes.

"Soon." She confided. "In a few hours, you are about to become fair game to every dragon on this ship." She brought her muzzle in close and whispered into Oulissa's ear in a voice dripping with lust:

"I want to be the first." She moaned softly. "Do you want that?"

A shiver ran up Oulissa's spine. She was completely helpless against the hypnotic suggestion. She could hardly believe what she was hearing, let alone what she was about to say:

"Y - yes."

Starmire smirked and withdrew. "I thought so. Now follow me. I think someone is expecting you."

Starmire stalked past her. Her tail gliding down the gryphon's flank. Oulissa followed with her neck - gazing in rapture as the bronze dragoness sauntered off - her tail swishing, but carefully hiding the feminine entrance that Oulissa yearned to catch a glimpse of. A groan escaped her beak.

Starmire turned around and gave a cunning smile. "Well? What are you waiting for?" Oulissa blushed deeply and hurried to catch up, matching the dragon's longer stride with some difficulty.

"How - how did you do that?" she whispered in awe.

Starmire gave a tiny smirk. "Read your mind? I hardly have to try gryphon."

"But ... but you made me think things too ... thoughts ... emotions ... like I wasn't even in control."

"That's because you weren't. Not unless I want you to be that is."

Oulissa had never been more confused. She felt diminutive compared to a Mesmerai, as if some vast gulley of knowledge lay just beyond her grasp ... taunting her.

"Don't think too much about it gryphon. Let's just say there are some powers even greater than you or I, and be content with that."

Oulissa fell quiet. They kept walking further down the long corridor. She thought of Numinax back with those silver-scales and felt a burn of annoyance. She could tell Mesmerai always got what they wanted. It wasn't fair ...

There was an odd tingle in the back of her skull. She shook her head until it left and looked up at Starmire suspiciously.

"Was that you?" She asked.

Starmire smiled. "I'm surprised you noticed. Most usually don't."

"What we're you ... We're you reading my thoughts?"

Starmire's smile widened. "Some."

Oulissa felt a bit violated. "Don't do that."

The dragoness laughed. "Don't tell me what I can and cannot do gryphon. That is like me asking you to stop breathing. Which I could do you know."

"No it's not. That's completely beside the point."

Starmire's laughter re-doubled. "Your a feisty little creature aren't you? I'll do whatever I wish gryphon, and you will as well."

Oulissa was about to retort when her vision swooped dramatically. She felt dizzy, and suddenly found herself staring up at a shimmering Starmire. The dragoness smiled and turned slowly about, bending low against the floor and raising her hips ...

Oulissa mewled with desire. The female lifted her fat tail high in the air and presented her soaking pussy to her: A dark vertical slit between two powerful thighs, tucked between her supple scaled-lips and bending inwards into the tight confines within. Oulissa's eyes dilated as she became transfixed by the dragon's pouting entrance. It begged her to lick it, to push her tongue deep inside the supple folds, and lap at the delicious juices as they flowed out from the dragon's sopping cleft and streamed down her thighs. She leaned forwards, her heart pounding in her ears as she delve into Starmire's vent, her mind losing all restraint as she submitted to her most primal urges and lapped hungrily at the female's hot cunt, fluids dripping down her face as Starmire purred in immense pleasure ...

Oulissa's eyes snapped open. Starmire had her claws buried in her mane, and her narrow muzzle twisted sideways as she kissed her passionately. Oulissa moaned in surprise, completely frozen in the Mesmerai's hypnotic gaze until Starmire pushed her away, wet strings of saliva snapping apart in mid-air as Oulissa stumbled back.

"Gods above ..."

Starmire smiled knowingly. She gestured at the looming archway behind her. "We are here gryphon. Draxyl is waiting for you inside."

Oulissa was still in shock. Her whole body shivered and burned fiercely with arousal as a result of Starmire's trickery. The dragoness started to walk away when she stopped and turned back.

"Find us in our quarters when you are nice and sore from the pounding he gives you, and I promise I'll show you what true nobility tastes like."

Oulissa nodded mutely. Panting with need and completely seduced under the dragon's spell.

"It's a deck above. You'll figure it out," and with a wink, Starmire rounded the corner and was gone.

Oulissa suddenly found herself in the hallway, very alone.

She shook her head vigorously. What in the world had just happened?

She took a deep breath to calm her nerves. Her tongue was dry. Around her, everything felt surreal. A few hours ago she had never even once considered finding a real mate. Now, that was her only option if she sought her freedom. She had promised herself to be defiant against the dragons, that she wouldn't bend to their wishes. But now, after meeting Numinax and Starmire ... that seemed impossible.

Numinax was so unlike any dragon. He was calm, handsome, compassionate, and friendly. And she pictured his throbbing maleness: blood red and aching to penetrate her virginal flesh ... but she knew he respected her too much for that.

For the time being at least.

And Starmire ... well ... Starmire was something else entirely. She shivered just thinking about the powerful Mesmerai and what she was truly capable of.

She groaned as a painful twinge in her abdomen reminded her of her obvious heat. She had once seen a commoner female wandering the village path practically feral and soaking with arousal. It was frightening - heat became stifling if untreated. She also remembered hearing the feline growls of arousal during the night back home ... The passionate, avian screech of a female when her heat had finally come to a blissful end ...

'I want that!' Oulissa's horny mind told her, but she shook the disgusting thought away. Already she felt feverish. Numinax was her natural choice for relief - but she could ask no more of him. He had done so much already. 'Plus, he's busy with those silver-scales,' she thought with a twinge of jealousy.

The black archway rose in-front of her menacingly. Elegant runes lay engraved along its surface in crude dragon scripture. She couldn't tell what they said, but it seemed foreboding. She glanced over her shoulder. The hallway was empty and quiet. She thought about running away but quickly dismissed the idea. Something told her she would not make it far on a massive ship filled with dragons.

'Well, this is it,' she thought. Draxyl was in there waiting for her. She approached the archway and peeked her head around the thin black veil, her eyes widening at what she saw inside:

It was a large room, intimidating in its grandeur, but far from empty. Two dragons were already inside, one of which she recognized as the dragon responsible for bringing her to the Emperor: The brown scarred one - Commander Vrin. The other she couldn't see because her view was obscured, but she could tell he was massive: Pitch black scales, jagged spines, and bristling with dense musculature.

Draxyl.

More shocking however was the positioning of the two. Commander Vrin was bowed low, his head bobbing up and down near the black dragon's crotch.

She winced back, he was sucking on Draxyl's erect cock, and by his muffled gags, not enjoying it much at all. Curiosity overwhelmed her and she peeked back in to confirm what she had just witnessed.

A deep voice spoke like thunder. "Yes Vrin ... take it all ... who would have known one such as you would be so adept at giving head?"

A strangled gasp was the commander's only reply as he was yanked off of Draxyl's shaft by the sharp talons around his neck. Saliva and copious amounts of pre dripped to the floor.

"Only ... for one ... such as you ... your majesty."

Draxyl shoved him back down and laughed. "I didn't ask for your opinion soldier. Maybe next time you'll think twice before accepting my challenge."

Oulissa could hardly believe what she was hearing. Male gryphons never did anything like this. She wanted to stop watching, but for some reason couldn't tear her eyes away.

They continued for another minute. The commander's tongue wrapped around Draxyl's pulsing cock as he was fucked hard in the mouth. Their pace intensified until Draxyl groaned loudly and stuffed his entire length deep down Vrin's throat. She watched transfixed as the commander's eyes widened in surprise as a huge amount of cum gushed into his mouth. She could tell by the contractions of his gullet that he swallowed as much as possible, but eventually, it became too much and he was forced to pull of ungracefully. His head drooped as a deluge of white cum poured from his yawning mouth and splashed all over the ground. Oulissa gaped at the sheer amount. Dragons seemed to have extremely prodigious outputs.

Draxyl chuckled darkly, his twitching cock shooting the rest of his massive load all over the submissive drake's face. Vrin tried to flinch away, humbled as he was drenched in thick seed, each heavy rope making him wince in shame as he struggled to recover. By the time it was over, he looked ridiculous. His brown scales dripping with the other male's sticky mating fluids.

Draxyl let the male drop panting to the floor. "Now clean it up."

"Ye-yes ... your majesty."

She watched in stunned disbelief for another minute as commander Vrin's tongue dutifully attended to his superior. Once she had seen enough, she pulled back through the veil.

She was not ready for this.

While her mind was racing, she heard the soft thump of pawsteps coming closer.

'Oh no! They are coming!'

She panicked, readying to spread her wings and take flight down the large corridor to safety. She wasn't fast enough. Commander Vrin walked out of the room, his shoulders slouched in defeat.

Oulissa locked eyes with him. He seemed momentarily surprised by her sudden appearance but quickly scowled. His large stature making him glare down upon her intimidatingly.

"Gryphon," he grumbled in acknowledgement. His nostrils twitched as he sniffed the air. "And in heat. What a surprise."

She blushed in embarrassment and glanced at the veil to see if Draxyl had heard them.

Vrin noticed her gaze. "You can relax. He's not coming."

Oulissa wasn't much reassured by this but took his word for it. "What were you doing in there with him?"

"Settling a bet. Draxyl bested me in a friendly sparring match." Vrin rubbed his jaw in discomfort. "Although I suppose it was not so friendly after all."

"You lost a fight to him?"

"Yes gryphon, I did. He challenged me in-front of my troops and I accepted."

"Why would you ever do that?"

Vrin looked annoyed. "Because my reputation was at stake. My soldiers would never obey me again if had not at least tried."

"You lost though so what does it matter?"

"It matters because I kept my honour." His gaze intensified. "But I suppose your kind wouldn't know much about that."

Oulissa was undeterred by the insult. "I saw what you two were doing in there. By the looks of things you lost pretty badly. You must not have much honour left."

He growled. "You are causing me a lot of trouble today gryphon, pray you don't cause me any more."

"Just tell me to expect when I go inside."

His gaze hardened. "You'll have to see for yourself." He brushed past her and walked away down the hall. "Good luck."

Oulissa watched him go, glad that she had annoyed him. It looked like she was on her own.

'Might as well get this over with.'

She approached the veil and peeked through the crack again. The room was empty. She brushed it aside carefully and stepped inside.

Cold, steely claws grabbed her by the nape and lifted her into the air. She screamed in surprise and struggled against their iron grip, trying desperately to wrench herself free. No luck. These weren't the claws of some untrained young whelp. These were the claws of a powerful beast, crushing in their strength and sureness.

She was flipped around and pinned to the ground, the smell of rank breath washing over her. Her vision focused, and she whimpered in fear. There was no resemblance to Numinax whatsoever in Draxyl's cold red eyes, his slitted pupils dilating as he focused in on his captured prey.

"Hello gryphon, I've been waiting for you," he purred in a guttural voice.

Oulissa shook with fear, her ears pressed flat against her head. Draxyl was a terrifying creature, his snout was wide and blunt, and his sharp fangs glistened as he flashed a cruel smile. Large rows of sharp-looking spines travelled from the top of his head down to the tip of his heavy tail, his shiny black scales matching them perfectly. He cocked his head at her curiously.

"Tell me female. What is your name?"

"Ou-oulissa," she whispered.

His paw ran through her breast. "Oulissa," he purred. "You're smaller than I expected. Not that I expected much from a gryphon." He craned downwards and inhaled her scent, then recoiled back in disgust. "Numinax." he growled darkly.

She didn't say a word.

Draxyl's eyes flashed angrily. "He's been inside you already hasn't he?"

"N-no!" She cried.

Draxyl bared his fangs and snarled. "Don't lie! I can smell his reek gryphon. Tell me what he did!"

"Nothing! I - I swear!"

Draxyl raised one of his talons above her chest and parted her feathers with it. "Tell me, or I will sink this claw into your beating heart and watch as you die." he hissed. "It wouldn't be the first time I slew one your kind, nor the last."

Oulissa wilted in horror, gulping as the long, obsidian talon pricked her skin

"H-he only used his tongue!"

Draxyl brought his head close and danced his fangs across her throat. She hardly dare move.

"That's because he knew I'd want you first." he whispered sinisterly.

"No!" She cried. "That's not true!"

Draxyl chuckled softly. "Do you think for a moment he actually loves you?" He smiled. "You are wrong gryphon. Numinax cares nothing for you."

"Liar!" she spat.

Draxyl's grin broadened. His paw went down her leg until he reached her pubic mound. She clenched her legs hard together.

"Does this feel like I am lying to you? There is nothing that will stop me gryphon. You are something to be indulged upon ... to be claimed ... and I am first."

He rubbed lightly until she quivered with shamed arousal, his muscular tail wrapping around one of her legs and slowly pulling it open. It snaked down her hamstring until she was helpless to resist, the tip inexorably making its way to her feminine slit.

"You are wet with anticipation." he chided. "Even as we speak your heat consumes you."

Oulissa moaned as his tail pushed her feathers aside and probed her soaking vent. She arched her back and cried with ecstasy as it spread her wide, the muscular appendage worming its way in as hot juices poured from her sopping, feathered lips.

"Look at yourself. You can't even resist. Your body longs for me to breed it and fill your womb with hot seed."

His tail pushed deeper. She relaxed her other leg and his paw immediately found her burning clit, rubbing it in tight circles until she squirmed in pleasure and squeezed her eyes shut.

She climaxed extremely hard. Her pussy vibrating around his thick tail and quivering rapidly with release. She purred in absolute bliss, her eyes fluttering as powerful euphoric contractions rippled throughout her body, her pussy clenching around his tail as fluids gushed out and seeped into her fur.

Draxyl pulled out. "I think you're ready," he purred. His tail flipped her onto her front and she immediately raised her hips for him, mewling softly as he rose to mount her. He grabbed one of her hind legs and yanked it high into the air, forcing her onto her side, and raising one of his own back legs to expose his underside proudly:

She nearly fainted: His jutting black cock bobbed rigidly against his stomach, the pointed tip dripping pre all down the slimy shaft and reeking of utter domination. His feral musk washed over her within seconds, numbing in its intensity as it begged her mind to simply give in and submit. She crooned with lust, her pussy quivering needfully as she shuffled her back paws and willingly raised her tail for him.

"The gryphon princess, so easily corrupted," Draxyl hissed happily. "I will enjoy making a noble such as you beg for my cock."

She closed her eyes and blushed, her whole body tingling with intense desire. 'I'm so sorry Numinax.' she thought hopelessly. 'I wasn't strong enough.'

Draxyl grabbed her nape and pushed her roughly to the ground, lying across her back and pinning her beneath his muscular frame. He waited a second for her to realize what was about to happen ... The moment before he stripped away her innocence forever. He thrust his hips forward - and in one swift motion, buried his cock deep inside her aching cunt.

She cried out in shock at the sudden penetration, her eyes shining with pain. She felt his massive girth spread her lips wide and force its way into her wet tunnel, its ridged length pushing relentlessly against her supple confines.

"I should have known you were a virgin." Draxyl whispered hungrily as his cock ploughed through her body. "I will gladly take that from you."

Oulissa whimpered and collapsed to the floor. She felt his thick cock slide deeper until it was fully engulfed within her folds, his scaly underside pressed firmly against her rump. Fluids from his plush genital slit dripped messily down her thighs as he held her still, waiting as she struggled to adjust to his formidable girth.

"You're mine now gryphon." he growled. How does it feel to be claimed by a dragon?"

Oulissa crooned weakly in response, trembling from head-to-toe. She could feel every inch of his draconic spear buried inside her hot depths, each pulse of his heart against the small of her back. Slowly but surely, the pain in her twitching vent subsided to be replaced by a feeling of incredible fullness. Her heat-ravaged body eagerly welcoming his ribbed cock despite her best intentions.

His eyes flashed darkly with pleasure. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll be so full of cum that you'll hardly be able to stand. I'll make sure to plant my seed deep within your womb, so that every egg you lay will bear my tainted mark."

She whimpered lustfully at the terrible promise, his grip on her tightening. Draxyl rocked backwards, his slimy cock dragging its way out of her tight entrance and drawing a long, desperate moan from her beak - some awful, horny place inside her craving his engorged length to slide back in and start fucking her raw. She bit her tongue in an attempt to quell such urges, but all she managed to do was hurt herself and draw blood. His powerful pheromones creating a fog of arousal that completely overwhelmed her senses.

Draxyl chuckled softly. "It amuses me to watch you struggle against your deepest instincts. Don't try to fight it gryphon. It is only natural." His body slid down along the arch of her back as he settled in, his paws wrapping about her waist and latching on securely. "Or fight if you want. It makes no difference. It still won't stop me from shoving my cock deep beneath your tailfeathers and breeding you senseless."

"Please ..." she pleaded. "You don't have to do this."

Draxyl drove his massive length back inside her tight hole and forced another groan of pleasure from her beak, her pussy clenching around his stiff mast as it rubbed every sensitive spot inside her on the way in.

"Oh but I do gryphon. After you so foolishly stowed away on my ship, why on earth shouldn't I?"

He pulled out teasingly, the soft nubs lining the underside of his shaft dragging against her inner-walls until the pointed tip slipped past her tight seal of flesh. Oulissa shut her eyes and gritted her beak in a poor attempt to stifle her exclamations of lust, struggling as her captor paused for a moment to bask in the sensations of power he held over her. Draxyl smiled deviously at her vain attempts to escape his clutches. His stiff cock dripping with a mixture of lubricants and her own secretions as the glistening tip kissed her pouting lips a second time, and smeared its juices all over her cunt until it was hot, slick, and ready for a good hard fuck. The ritual continued unbearably for another minute. His cock twitching lightly as pre spurted out and drenched her feathers, her drooling vent practically begging for his cock to ram home and start pounding away.

Draxyl licked her neck possessively. "Are you ready gryphon? I promise I won't go easy."

She flinched away. "I will never give in to the likes of you."

He hunched his hips, sinking his cock back into her welcoming entrance. "You already have." he grunted. "It is only a matter of time before I pump my seed into your womb and everyone knows you begged for it."

Oulissa stretched out further as he let his weight fall upon her rump, feeling his length spread her wide open and fill her immensely. She could hardly believe how much strain it caused her, but her seasonal urges - and Numinax's previous oral treatment - prevented her from feeling too much pain. She felt a shiver race up her spine as he started thrusting into her, his cock stretching her out and sliding against her slick tunnel.

"Why did you do it gryphon?" he purred in her ear in-between thrusts. "Why did you flee your homeland? Is it because you disliked your pitiful life so much that you wanted something else? Is it because your lusts were so great that you knew no gryphon male could ever satiate your carnal appetite?"

"You ... will ... never ... understand!" She said clenching her beak in pain and anger.

Draxyl sunk his cock deep inside her juicy cunt. "Don't lie to yourself." he growled hungrily. I know deep-down you wanted nothing more than to be bred by a dragon. You secretly crave us. You yearn to have me impregnate you with a clutch so that you may go home and give your parents the heirs they so deserve. My heirs. Dragon heirs."

"Never!" she cried. "You're a monster!"

Draxyl's eyes flashed darkly. He drove his hips forward and plunged his cock between her pouting lips once more, spearing her on his large shaft as she quivered in unrestrained pleasure. "What will they say I wonder? Once I've spilled my load into your depths you will reek of dragon for quite some time. I doubt they will ever want you back." He rocked backwards and his cock followed suite, his sticky pre making his member slide wonderfully against her well-lubricated interiors. "Perhaps then you will choose to remain with us indefinitely, underneath my legs for the rest of your life."

Oulissa thought she was going to be sick. To think that she was being forced to mate with this brute was worse than anything she had ever imagined, but at the same time, what he said was true. Her parents would never accept her back with the clan after this. She would be exiled in shame if she ever dare try.

Draxyl started to breed her faster, sinking his ribbed cock into her wet fuck-tunnel at an ever-increasing pace. "I see you thinking about it little one." he whispered. "It won't be so bad. I'll breed you everyday until the feeling of my cum dripping from your used cunt will be the only thing you'll ever know."

Oulissa whimpered in horror, her whole body flush with arousal as his cock plunged in-and-out of her swollen lips. Strands of sexual fluids slopped messily together as their hips met faster and faster, soaking her feathers as juices overflowed from her vent and dripped down her legs. She closed her eyes and tried to shut out his voice, but it was of no use. He was right above her, grunting and panting in her ear as he mated her roughly: A constant reminder that she far from home, in the midst of a thousand dragons, and at the very moment - being sexually desecrated by the worst one of them all. She begged for Numinax to save her, but she knew he would never come. She was all alone, completely powerless to resist this complete and utter domination of her body.

Draxyl's grip around her waist became stronger as he adjusted to her different anatomy, using all his strength to pound her fragile pussy into oblivion. She moaned as sparks of pleasure pulsed inside her, his rigid shaft grinding harshly against her flesh as the pointed nubs dug in and rubbed against her inner-walls. He hugged her tight, jabbing his cock into her slit with such ferocity that it sent tremors throughout her body. She felt the pointy tip fleetingly kiss her cervix, the tip leaking pre that squelched lewdly inside her with each blunt thrust.

"You're ... tighter ... than any ... dragon." He grunted. We'll see about that ... once I'm done with you."

His slimy cock pushed further inside, his hips hammering back and forth against her hindquarters in vicious thumps. All she could smell was his overpowering masculine scent washing over her as he fucked her silly, his scent filling her nares and making her tremble with need. The loud slaps of their bodies meeting together soon echoed throughout the room along with her moans of copulation. She knew anyone passing by could hear them, and she blushed inwardly at this highly embarrassing revelation.

Draxyl pulled his black cock out of her drooling pussy and a gush of pre trickled out. He readjusted his weight and poked her nethers with his pulsing tip, spurting more sticky fluids all over her tight cunt until her it was nothing more than a sloppy mess of tangled feathers. He laughed. Clearly pleased he had made such a mess of her.

"We dragons were built to dominate. How does it feel to be completely drenched in the mating fluids of another male?"

She didn't answer, utilizing the brief amount of time he used for gloating to catch her breath.

"With the amount already inside, I wouldn't be surprised if I seeded you already. Don't worry. I won't stop now. Not until your belly is swollen with my future kin."

Oulissa twisted and tried to escape, but he was already re-aligning his hips with her's, claws moving up her breast and clasping her dense fur.

"I won't ever stop. Not until I've given you the biggest clutch you'll ever know. How many eggs do gryphons produce in season? Three? Four? Why don't we try for two-dozen. Who knows? Maybe my rich cum will produce even more. Three-dozen little drakes for you to take care of. I'm sure you'll make a wonderful brood-mother."

Oulissa couldn't stand his taunting anymore. She cried out in surrender as Draxyl languidly shoved his girth back inside her twitching vent and growled happily as her eyes fluttered in bliss. He pulled her into his groin and hugged her tight, rutting his hips as he began working his cock into her now-beckoning depths. Lewd slops began to emanate from her cunt with each thrust, strings of pre-cum clinging to his genital slit as his cock slid in painlessly, filling her soaking tunnel with its considerable mass.

Oulissa's panted with strain, her inner-walls quivering with satisfaction as his cock plunged through her body time-and-time again. She could feel every inch of that big black rod stretch her wide as he fucked her rapidly, bursts of tingling pleasure coursing through her loins with each brutal thrust. She began to rock against them, knowing full-well she was betraying herself - and worse - Numinax, but increasingly eager to sate her painful, ever-present estrus. She could hardly think through the haze of copulation, her eyes drooping and her tongue lolling out, her resigned pants slowly turning into unfamiliar keens of lust.

Draxyl took notice. His breathing had become more laboured too now that they were in the midst of a rigorous fuck, his scales shining with a thin sheen of sweat. "Ah ... now you are enjoying it." he chuckled. "It feels good does it not? My cock spreading you wider and reaching deeper than any gryphon's ever could. Soon, I will unleash my seed deep within, and all your needs will be sated little one. All you will feel is a warm spreading sensation as it surges into your womb and fertilizes every egg you carry. And since you are such a good lay, I may just have to keep breeding you with a messy cunt full of sperm just to make sure every last one of them is mine. What do you think of that?"

He shoved in particularly hard, making her gasp in pain and arch her back as his thrusts resumed with increasing vigour. The mounting sense of pressure began to increase as his cock pounded away at her drooling pussy, humping forward and leaning across her back as he whispered awful things into her ear. She lay her head sideways and met his fiery red eyes, a cruel glint shining in their dark depths. With a stab of dread, she realized there was no mercy in his soul. He could kill her if he wanted. And there was nothing she could do to stop him.

"I can see the fear in your eyes." he hissed. "The fear that you will not leave this room alive." He started rutting her harder, his hips slamming against her upraised ass. "You should be afraid, for although you shall, your fate is far worse than that gryphon."

Oulissa's felt a flash of adrenaline course through her exhausted body, flinching away as saliva trickled from his maw onto her cheek. His tone had become darker all of a sudden. And she could tell he was not lying. Despite his ruthless demeanour, she knew that hidden behind those cruel red eyes lay a highly intelligent cunning mind ... just like his father's.

He forced his cock deep inside her cunt, juices squelching from around the tight seal of their bodies. "Your timing aboard this vessel is impeccable." he said. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for a moment such as this ... the moment where I enact my vengeance and finally take what is rightfully mine."

Oulissa's whole body felt tense and ready to burst with release. She could sense a barely suppressed anger in each of his jarring thrusts ... a deep, inner-loathing just waiting to be unleashed.

"My father is a fool." he hissed. "He is old and weak. Unable to accomplish anything besides petty political schemes and manipulations. It is time for fresh blood to take his place ... someone that will lead my species to greatness and claim our destiny as ruler over all ... someone like me."

Oulissa didn't understand. She was so lost in her heat that she barely knew what he was talking about. Her dripping wet pussy clamped around his length each time he buried himself inside her, his pace increasing until his hips were a blur of speed, his back hunched as he repeatedly sunk his ribbed cock into her hot hole.

"Once I'm finished filling you to the brim with my steaming cum, I am going to leave you here weak and completely spent. Then, I shall march into my father's throne room and kill him as I should have done years ago. They're will be no witnesses, it shall be quick and clean ... and guess who everyone will blame?"

She felt a numbing horror creep over her.

Draxyl smiled evilly. "That's right Oulissa. You. No one will ever suspect the king's own son being capable of such an act, and therein lies the simplicity of it all. Everyone aboard already thinks you are an assassin sent to murder my father, so who do you think they'll accuse once they discover his lifeless corpse?"

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You're ... insane!" she managed. "You'd slay your own father for power? You'll never get away with it!"

Draxyl growled and shoved his cock in deep. "Oh but I will. I've been planning this moment for years now, and your timely arrival is the sign I've been waiting for. My father will not expect it, nor Numinax. I can only imagine what he will think of you once he learns of your betrayal. He will resent you with burning hatred for the rest of his life."

"Numinax will see through your vile scheme! He sees you for what you truly are!"

Draxyl laughed and pushed her face against the floor, rutting her like a feral beast. "Then perhaps I will have to kill him as well. Besides, I never liked him. His compassion for life is pathetic and a stain on everything we dragons uphold: Power, dominance, cunning and strength. He displays none of those traits. He is no more a dragon than you are."

"You ... are ... nothing ... compared ... to him!" she said through a clenched beak. "You're nothing but a coward! A filthy, stinking coward!"

"No!" Draxyl roared in her ear. "I am a king! Too long have we dragons done nothing but stand by and watch as pathetic lesser races like yours squabble for what little power they already have. It is time to assert our dominance over all, to conquer the world and re-shape it in our image!"

"You will ... never ... succeed!"

He laughed. "Brave words for a gryphon. Your kind can do nothing to stop me. We are stronger and far more intelligent. I will enjoy enslaving your species one by one until they are nothing more than a broken group destined to serve my every need until the end of time. You can be the first - that is unless you are not immediately torn apart for killing my father." he smiled cruelly. "A pity. It seems you may not lay those eggs after all."

Oulissa sobbed with despair as Draxyl neared release, his cock pumping into her well-used depths with a savage ferocity. There was no way she would ever be able to escape now. Draxyl was a psychopath, one that was even more deceptive and evil than his father. She couldn't care less about what he did to the him - for the emperor was responsible for getting her into this mess - but her heart went out to Numinax who was now in grave danger. He would die because he loved her, and she was powerless to stop it. A feeling of complete hopelessness froze her gizzard. What had she done to deserve this? Was it truly possible for someone to be so tyrannical and cruel? If Draxyl succeeded in his plan, the world would be plunged into war. Thousands upon thousands would die for nothing!

Including her she realized dully. She wouldn't even stand a chance. This ship would be her grave.

Draxyl bit down hard on her neck as he plunged his length roughly into her pussy. A surge of pain raced through her abdomen as his cock pushed against the entrance to her womb, the tip aiming to spill its load deep within to ensure a fertile seeding. She closed her eyes and panted heavily, her rump sore from the constant abuse she was being forced to endure. He started fucking her with wild abandon, his out-of-control thrusts deep and rhythmic. She knew he was close from the guttural sounds emanating from his throat, clearly intent on breeding her into submission until she was too weak to resist.

A fiery heat began to pulse in her nethers as he drove his length inside her again and again. She felt her climax roaring up to greet her, his cock plunging in and out of her dripping cunt faster than anything she had ever thought possible. She could hardly feel her legs from the numbing jolts of pleasure shooting through her body, his cock stripping every ounce of resistance she had left as he mercilessly raped her tight hole. The nubs on his cock became hard as his grunts of pleasure grew, digging into her inner-flesh and swelling with blood each time he stuffed it deep inside. Soon, all she could hear were his grunts of pleasure and the messy slop of fluids as their bodies collided, gradually going limp as she gave in to the pleasure of the harsh breeding. She closed her eyes as a burning inferno grew inside her smooth vent, swelling through her gizzard as he her climax neared.

"There's nothing you can do to stop the darkness that is to come." Draxyl panted in her ear. "You are the first victim of a new age. At least in your final hours you shall feel only pleasure. Take consolation in that."

He thrust his cock in deep to the hilt, spreading her cunt-lips wide as the tip mashed harshly against her cervix. After a few more rutting thrusts, he roared in pleasure and sunk his fangs painfully into her neck, his shaft throbbing powerfully as the first wave of hot cum exploded from his cock-tip straight into her defenseless womb. Oulissa's eyes widened in pain as he drew blood, crying out as the mating bite forced her to lift her neck, and her pussy to quiver spasmodically around his invading length. Waves of bliss started coursing through her. A searing warmth spreading inside her womb as his virile cum pumped into her sticky breeding hole, splashing against her inner-walls as it surged its way in. He held her down as gallons of his thick dragon-cum gushed into her cunt, spurting from his pulsing urethra in heavy ropes that filled her almost instantaneously. She felt it squelch from around the seal of their bodies and drip down her legs, matting her fur as she whimpered in climax herself, her poor cunt milking his cock for everything it had.

He slumped lazily across her back as his cock finished unleashing its massive load. Oulissa could do nothing but remain still as she was finally seeded by the virile male, euphoric pulses forcing her pussy to constrict around his black tool as more and more spunk poured inside her. She felt fuller than she had been in her entire life, her belly slightly distended with the amount of hot sperm currently filling her cunt. She moaned softly as he let his weight fall upon her upraised ass, panting heavily with exhaustion as the flow of cum became nothing more than a trickle.

Without warning he pulled out, his softening cock slipping from her messy vent as he inspected his handiwork. He smiled with glee at the sight of his spunk drizzling from her stretched-out cunt with a wet 'ploping' sound, her fragile body still twitching in orgasm. He rounded her prostrate body and met her lust-addled gaze.

"It is done Oulissa. I'd love to stay longer, but as you know, there is business that needs attending to, and unfortunately, you are no longer needed. Stay here and await your fate. I need you alive so that I have somebody to blame for the tragedy that is about to occur. The next time we see each other will probably be in the final moments of your life. I'd hate to see anybody else have the satisfaction of ending it." He turned and walked away, sweeping past the thin veil and leaving her alone in the room to contemplate everything that had just happened. Too exhausted to move, too tired to seek help. Her world faded to black, but before it did, she prayed that Numinax would find her before it was too late.