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Creatures of the land knew the dragons of the high mountain to be great artisans, powerful users of earth magic, and prideful bigots. Even today the dragons of that particular kingdom viewed the other species as, "lesser races." Humans in particular were a sore spot for the dragons. Many times in history had humans attempted to wrest control of their vast hoard of gems and crafted artifacts, but many times had the humans been driven back. Eventually a fragile peace was formed between humans and dragons, a ceasefire where neither side fully trusted the other. Humans were the first to attempt mending the relationship between the two races, but the royalty among the dragons refused to listen. A single influential duchess among the dragons, Sharla, had made the suggestion of a middle ground, a meeting place where human and dragon could discuss what each race wanted out of the other, and how peace could be kept. It would keep humans out of their home, and only endanger those foolish enough to interact with humans. Sharla had volunteered herself and her mate, her mate who had refused. The stone scaled dragoness stood her ground however and decided, if she would not have her mate's support, then she would do it herself, and so it was decided. Human and dragon would have a meeting place, ambassador would meet with ambassador and discuss the relations of their races, and hopefully more dragons would see Sharla's way.

High in the mountains and upon her perch just outside her cavernous home stood Sharla, dragoness of royal blood. While her stubborn mate spent his time moping inside of their home, Sharla stood outside making plans for her little visit to the forest below the mountains. Humans to her were a point of interest rather than disgust. They were small creatures with a certain power of adaptability that had always intrigued her, she had always found them interesting, even as a young lady. Honestly she had kept such thoughts hidden only until the need for peace and cooperation was clear, but she still had her secret about them. Perhaps what she was thinking was truthfully sacrilege, but she truly believed that dragon kind could learn from humans, in particular their drive for change.

Her kingdom could not stand to live upon the mountains forever, holding some lofty ideal while the world around them shifted. They needed to adapt, to be more human in their approach to things. With a sigh she shook such thoughts from her head, now was not the time to present those ideas to her kingdom, she would need to prove humanity's innocence and their genuine want to establish mutual benefits.

Her husband, Rorik, would never subordinate any peaceful talk of humans, his belief was that humans should be crushed beneath their stone work, a belief that had lately seen the near separation of their mating. It was a sad thought, not only because it was her mate, but because it was such a common thought among militant members of their kingdom. Nothing could be changed with that mindset, and certainly nothing could be changed if she stayed there thinking of her foolish husband and what could be rather than taking action.

With a sigh she looked back at the entrance to their home, she awaited her mate, hoping he would at least accompany her partway. She had only asked her once sweet mate to come with her not for need of safe passage, but because she wanted his moral support. It was a grave insult, one she would discuss with him in further detail when she returned. Her tail lashing upon the ground she spread her wings and scoffed taking flight. She couldn't bear to see her mate right now, why give him the satisfaction of a proper goodbye when he wouldn't do this one favor for her? Nostrils flaring she descended the mountain, other dragons nearby and in her path hastily redirecting their paths, knowing all too well what a dragoness scorned looked like.

In the forests below the humans had prepared a clearing with what they believed would both welcome and impress the duchess. Stonework tables along the clearing with a platter holding a full cooked sheep, a large goblet of wine next to the meal. A lonely human in robes stood behind the table, hands clasped together. Sharla circled the clearing once to get a good glance at what the humans had prepared, and certainly it was something that appealed to the dragon's sense of pride. If anything else it looked more like an altar with offerings atop of it and the perfect amount of space for a group of followers. To Sharla it was insulting, but what stung just a bit was that perhaps on any other dragon it would have worked and she truly could not fault the humans. With a huff she made her landing just before the makeshift table and she inclined her head to introduce herself to the single human who stood behind the table, "I am Sharla. Representative of the dragons of the high mountains...I apologize that there were not more of us, but my people are...difficult"

That singular human answered with a bow of his own rising with a quick response, a bright and casual one that surprised the dragoness, "We have something in common already, my people are difficult as well. One representative, one risk. I am Rolan, scholar of magic and as of late, the other races. I'm sorry if this presentation is a bit...odd, but we are here to discuss correct?"

Sharla exhaled, the casual tone of the human taking a heavy weight off of her shoulders. Although her kind were not the largest dragons, she was still much taller than the human. Lying down brought them at eye level and her tail lashed about as she examined her host. A robed human with black hair tied back in a ponytail, he looked soft, as most humans did, but his eyes were a solid blue. For a moment she was lost in her examination of the human, she was so fascinated, she could see so much in their little movements, the slow rising of his breathing chest, his lips moving, saying words most likely something important, "Ah Sharla? Are you all here? Is something on your mind?"

Sharla's eyes widened for a moment and she placed a claw against her chest clearing her throat, attempting to keep some sort of semblance of dignity after the small lapse in judgment, "I ah...I apologize. I am just accustomed to seeing a human so close...to be honest"

Rolan beamed and dusted his robe off, "Well, it is nice to be appreciated in a bodily form I suppose, didn't expect it from a dragoness of all things, but if I must say I am just as curious about you as you are about me, humans have never had the chance to see dragon's face to face without risk of dismemberment." He then cleared his throat to continue on with what he was saying before, "In good faith we wish to give you back land that we had taken before, and we wish to establish trading post with you. Precious metals and minerals are controlled by your kind and well, trade and expansion are our forte...if your kind would be interested"

Sharla raised a brow, "Yes, yes I'll be sure to tell my people, but I...I was not appreciating your bodily form, I was merely examining, examining from a curious eye, nothing more." She said with a little venom, although she felt more embarrassment more than anything else. For a human to catch on to such a subtle message even she wasn't aware of it herself. Perhaps the conversation was becoming a bit too casual, returning her attention to the business at hand she puffed herself out just a bit to strike an imposing figure, "I would have to ask the council what they thought, but perhaps it would be interesting....really, being frank, it....it is only by chance I am here...I have worked very hard for just this."

Rolan breathed out and took up one of the human sized goblets of wine, throwing any pretense of political business out the window, "My challenge was convincing my own race to not take too much. Humanity is just as stubborn in its greed as yours is in their never ending pride. If....if I may be blunt." Taking a pull of his goblet.

For a moment she thought of taking an offended stance, of retaliating with venom and vigor, but the thought of her foolish mate and the other warmongering members of her kind caused her to sigh leaning over to take a drink directly from the large goblet provided for her, it was sweet, but stung like fire when traveling down her throat, "....Then let us be blunt. There is no chance of my kind opening trade with yours just yet, the land return would be nice, but they would give nothing in return most likely"

Rolan raised his goblet, "Cheers. I'll be certain to tell my liege...and try to have them sweeten the deal somewhat. Is there anything that you know your kind will want from us?"

Sharla scoffed, "Your eternal servitude perhaps and a statue in their honor." It was only half a joke.

The response from the human was a near choking on the very wine he drank, "Fah, if they could my kind would have it the other way, anything for profit, I suppose now that business is out of the way though, we should move on to cultural exchange, but is there a point? Will our people even care about one another?"

Sharla thought for a moment, clicking her tongue after another swallow of the sweet brew before responding, "Perhaps. One or two curious minds will turn to more. It is optimistic though, but come. I am sure you yourself have questions as do I, we are both sensible minded creature." Rolan seemed to take delight in this turn of events and he circled the table to get closer to the dragoness.

Between the two there were many questions, Sharla kept hers reserved for the most part, allowing the human to ask many more than she would even dare ask. Rolan asked of her people's structure, how dragon's reproduce, how dragon's treat relationships and more. At a point she had to ask him to slow down, he was much too excited for a human learning about a potentially dangerous creature, the same could be said for Sharla. Once his torrent of questions was over with, Sharla began asking her own, trying her best to keep them related to the structure of human society rather than of human mating patterns and other such personal interests of hers. Unfortunately for her the wine had begun to take its toll and her lips were far looser than she wished, "Ah, so you see. I've always been interested in humans, not just in a, I wish to study my enemy way, but more of, I want to understand them, to see if there can be that flower known as love between our species." She then sighed and rolled her eyes, "Of course such a thing is forbidden..." She then sniffed and looked to the human who was intently listening, a small smile on his lips, "Your kind are greedy though aren't they? I suppose we each have our own dirt..." she said trying to direct the conversation another way, suddenly abash of her own words

Rolan shook his head, "Humans vary. Greed is prominent yes, but there are humans just a prideful if not more than dragons, and some a bit more...unhinged, some of them even worship dragons and would love a chance at intimacy with one I'm certain, I could...put you in contact if you're mate isn't meeting your requirements?" his last bit was more of a joke than anything else brought upon by the wine, but Sharla remained quiet, a sign Rolan wasn't sure how to take.

Sharla closed her eyes, lowering her head just a bit. Her mate had given her so much trouble, and in her wine addled state it was the perfect justification for having a bit of fun, especially in a secret sense. No one would know, no one would care even. Only a single human or two perhaps if she decided on it. She could scratch her itch and get back at her foolish mate. It was perfect!

Rolan cleared his throat feeling that perhaps he had overstepped a boundary, but before he could apologize Sharla spoke up, "I think I'd like that...my mate wouldn't care either way and no one would find out? Perhaps even you could satisfy me?" Sharla's tail then flicked, she looked over at the human, her eyes half lidded, her face inching ever so much closer to his. She was absolutely captivated with this lesser creature, this human that rightfully should have been her slave, according to what her people said at least. He was small, a weak creature with the magic abilities of a well, human! Nothing special at all and yet she wanted to be so much closer to him, so much closer to his kind. Perhaps one day her people would understand her desire, her urge to learn more of these simple creatures. Her train of thought was suddenly broken when Rolan cleared his throat in a very loud fashion, making a show of setting his goblet down, his cheeks flushed red, a sign perhaps that either Sharla's advances were working or he was flat out drunk.

Rolan took a breath to calm himself and he spoke, "If you are talking about having a little fun, then I don't see why not...with or without the wine I think dragons are magnificent creatures, of course I'd love a chance to...well, do the forbidden."

Sharla leaned in at the point to give his lips a small lick, her version of a kiss. His soft hands moved to grasp her cheeks, even through her tough hide she could feel the warmth resonating. It was then that the human leaned in to press his lips against hers, an odd gesture to her, but she enjoyed the foreign feel, their lips locking, her tongue flicking out to push into his mouth, wanting to taste what he had to offer. That same sweet flavor that assaulted her from the wine, that is what she tasted, and that is what she smelled, along with the thick musk of alcohol. She didn't mind though, that haze, that cloud of scents and tastes helped mask the shame, the embarrassment of doing such a thing with a lesser creature, but that same shame caused her body to tremble, her tail to lash against the ground. She withheld her passion though, she had to allow the human to explore, allow him to go at his pace, if she made a mistake she could hurt him, such an anxious thought was washed away when she felt his tongue pushed against hers, his hand gripping on to her horn to pull her head in closer, the audacity!

Mouths separating, a string of saliva the only remnant of their connection. Sharla breathed out, finding herself practically wanting to beg this human for more, but she remained somewhat composed, leaning in to nuzzle at his chest, "Off with the clothing...now..." she near purred. Rolan complied quickly, robes off, underwear gone giving Sharla the perfect view of his uncut cock, his balls, and body. Certainly he wasn't the weakest human, but to her he was soft, so soft and smooth. Something so fragile that she could break apart, but instead she leaned in close to press her snout against his crotch, tongue flicking out to push under his cock, lapping slowly up that shaft. She delighted in the way he shivered, he groaned his hands reaching out for support upon her. After so long with her mate who acted so cold and calculated, she had missed the feeling of a lovers touch, of movement with passion rather than need. Suddenly Rolan began grinding his cock against her tongue, an action which she allowed. Sharla was too curious not to allow it, and so she watched with half lidded eyes as he practically fucked her tongue, pushing and shoving against the wet surface of her tongue before suddenly blowing a thick glob of semen on to her tongue. Rather than spit out that foul substance, she trailed her tongue away from his cock and let it sit there, savoring the salty bitter taste that flooded her sense, allowing him to see that she received his cum properly and she swallowed, gulping it down, her own mind in a haze now from the perverse acts she was indulging in.

Her body trembled as she felt that warm seed slide down her throat. She could feel it all the way down, the seed of a lesser creature infecting her insides. Breathing in through her nose deeply, she leaned in to take in the scent of the human still hard before her, masculine scent clouding her mind further she breathed out on to that cock, loving the fact that it still twitched, ready for another go. Sharla chuckled then as she felt that soft hand stroke between her horns, a gentle and sweet action that had her near purring, loving the affectionate touch of the human. It was time to finish their little fun though.

Giving that beautiful, foreign member a long lick she turned around in place, lifting her tail high to show her wet slit, lowering herself hopefully enough so the human could get a could handle on it. She gasped as her eager human friend found his mouth upon her slit, licking around with that soft tongue around and around her sensitive slit, again and again before suddenly three digits pushed inside of her pussy, stretching wide inside of her causing her to let out a low groan and claw at the ground, not caring if the human heard her perverse noises, her shameful song that sounded off and echoed through the forest. His tongue could never compare to a dragon's, but she felt so wrong in that position, so dirty with her tail lifted so high for a human, and the way his tongue pushed against her womanhood, so soft, so lovingly, so gently! She gasped as she suddenly felt that tongue pull away, whining just a bit as those fingers pulled away as well.

Sharla then felt the base of her tale gripped on to firmly, a foot planted on her left leg as the human positioned himself to enter. She shook, biting at her lower lip, tip of her tail flicking from side to side. She nearly purred as she awaited that beautiful foreign cock to enter her, and she cooed, urging the human on, "Please...take me...wash my dirty insides with your semen human...mark my eggs with your seed." Behind her she could hear Rolan letting out a shaky breath, groaning out as he entered, her moist folds gripping on to that cock immediately. She groaned out and pushed her hips back without shame, shoving that human member deep inside of her pussy. Without hesitation the human began taking her from behind, shoving and pushing his hips as hard as he could to work his cock deep inside of her. A few times she felt her body moved just a bit as the human thrust, no doubt a show of human strength when under such a perverse situation. Already she felt close from the previous tongue lashing she had received, but that cock inside of her drove her mad, near the edge, she wanted nothing more than to squeeze out that cum, to be bred like a horny bitch by a pathetic lesser creature! She loved it so much! She held herself though, she had to, she couldn't let out a roar, not in this situation, it would alert too many things! With a whimper she bit at the ground as she felt her orgasm mounting. It shook her entire body, her insides clenching down hard on the human causing him to gasp out and thrust in once more, that thick warm seed filling her very insides. She clenched her eyes shut and muffled her own moans, feeling then that beautiful semen traveling inside of her, going so far, so far and into her womb. She knew she would have some trouble, but she didn't care, right now she basked in the afterglow of her sin. Spitting out dirt and breathing, "....we...we should clean up quickly..."

They did. Both of them were quiet as they were quick, working frantically to get as clean as they could, much easier for the human since he only had to clean his body, not mask his scent. Before parting, they kissed, the sharing of one last bit of intimacy before she had to go. She wanted to stay for longer, but her shame urged her to leave, her sobering urged her to flee. Finding herself a lake she dipped down low into the forest hoping that none would have seen her entering the body of water. With a sigh she tried her best to relax, allowing the water to wash the scent away. Now that she was all there, sober and not in front of the human she felt red hot guilt fill her insides, a guilt that came with a surprising amount of pleasure. Sharla shivered and shook her head, she shouldn't have felt this way at all, but perhaps she was only just a dirty dragoness, a shameful whore, but it wasn't time to regret such things, what was done was done. With her mind clear now she could see clearly what she would have to do. Never speak of it again, and should her urges rise, she should push them down, or risk exposure.

Sharla breathed out again, doing her best to stay calm, the very least no one had seen her, but little did she know, glowing eyes watched from the shadows of the forest. Her head raised she growled and let out a huff as she heard footsteps approaching. Her head rearing back she remained silent as she saw tribal gnolls appear, three of them, each with fat grins, no weapons, but they spread apart as if they prepared to collapse upon prey. The largest of the three with a scar over one eye broke out into laughter before speaking, "Proud monster. Proud dragon, bending for human. Begging for human. We saw it all, and worse, we smelled it." He spat at the ground and the other two cackled.

Sharla growled and exited the lake, fangs bared, but she paused as the scarred gnoll spoke quickly, "Kill one, but the others leave. Your secret isn't safe...and it isn't a secret that you want kin knowing. Kin will strip you, kill you, you'll be exiled. That how it work?" Sharla sniffed for a moment before closing her maw, looking away, answering quietly, "Yes....now what is it that you want in return for your silence?" Rather get down to business then allow these miserable creatures to heckle her anymore. She was emotionally exhausted and didn't have the patience to stand anymore of their foul grins, but what came next was perhaps a bit of a shock.

She shuddered as she heard the words slip from their disgusting lips, "We wish to take our turns, the human had his, why not us?" Sharla came fully from the lake then and snapped her jaws the gnolls all moving except for the scarred one who simply widened his impudent grin. Sharla sighed, her head dropping before she turned around, presenting herself to those bastards, her tail lifting slowly. It was blackmail, plain and simple, she had no choice in it. She shuddered as she lowered her chest to the ground, those disgusting hound like gnolls taking their sweet time in shuffling out of what little clothing they had on.

Sharla scowled as she felt their filthy paws on her every which way. Her rear and tail were a point of interest especially, she then grit her fangs as she suddenly felt thick tongues lapping at her slit, licking and pushing desperately to taste her. She hated it, hated it all, and worst of all she hated the fact that some feminine part of her quivered at their touches, begged for their tongues to invade her pussy more. Suddenly then she felt those tongues disappear, replaced by strong digits that gripped and spread apart her entrance. She gasped as those two lackey gnolls stood in front of her stroking their members, gripping on to her horns like she belonged to them, like she was lesser than them. It stoked a flame inside of her, a flame that she had to keep from burning too much, but beside that flame was a sickening feeling, a painful realization that she enjoyed being demeaned as such. She had no time to be conflicted, two foul canine cocks pushed against her snout, filling her senses in their terrible musk, that musk which she so detested to say, she found absolutely alluring in its masculinity.

Finally with a huff she opened her maw and allowed those two gnolls to stroke against her tongue, her wet long tongue moving to lap against their dirty cocks. She could hardly believe she was doing this, but she had little time to think. Her tail was gripped upon by a powerful hand. She then felt strong claws pierce through her hide and she winced feeling the warm trickle of blood as the gnoll behind her let out a battle cry and pushed deep inside of her pussy as if she were land to be conquered! She was about to scowl and complain, but that thick cock that spread her insides so much more than the humans caused her to shake and gasp, her pussy twitching around it. She could hear the gnolls around her laughing as she was forced to service them, laughing as they saw her reactions to being penetrated. That fire burned again accompanied by that deep seated disgusting pleasure.

That pleasure won, she indulged in it, letting it wash over her. She shook and she licked obediently, her eyes still reflecting flames. Again and again her backside was pounded, her pussy being penetrated by that massive canine cock and without mercy that beast shoved his knot inside of her, letting it slowly sink in that she was being bred before forcing it free causing her to gasp and grip the ground roughly. She cried out and jolted forward each time that massive thing slammed inside of her, stretching her insides so disgustingly well. She felt herself cave into that pleasure again, letting out a shameful moan as those two foul beasts in front of her stroked and panted, urged on by her moans. Sharla could feel their cocks twitching, getting so close to releasing. She could taste the pre, smell the sweat building upon their cocks and balls as they prepared their loads. Those gnolls then without mercy released their foul seed upon her tongue, but they weren't done. They pulled away and marked her face with their sick semen. Luckily she had managed to close her eyes just before, but still, she felt their warm slick cum all over her face, marking her as theirs. Now the gnoll behind her was nowhere near done.

The scarred gnoll breathed out, grunting and groaning quietly as he concentrated on plowing the dragoness, shoving and pushing deep inside of her, paws moving to grip at her rear, claws scraping against her hard scales, luckily not hard enough to make marks. Again and again she would be shoved against, pushed, fucking and slammed, each time jolting her forward just a bit each time. Before long her head was upon the ground groaning out and panting, tongue lolling out as she drooled, broken beyond reason. She should have been screaming for him to pull out as she felt that knot yet again stretch her, this time not pulling out. She should have, but instead she only whimpered and cried out quietly, "Impregnate me" such a shameful phrase! She groaned out as the gnoll snickered and cackled grinding to her as his fat cock twitched and began spasming, spurting out that thick liquid inside of her. It was so much more than the humans, so much hotter, so much sicker. It violently traveled inside of her, painting her walls, forcing its way into her womb, yet another thing she had to worry about. Her eggs, her precious eggs being fertilized by a human, and now a horrifying beast that had raped her, blackmailed her. She was stuck with those thoughts, those horrid pleasurable thoughts that haunted her, and soon her world was turning black. She could hear the gnolls leaving, cackling, and saying that they would come back for more another time.

When she awoke, she dragged herself into the lake yet again, her eyes closed. Her mind working on numbing itself so she could return safely to her mate without worry of lashing out or spilling what had happened. She had been truly shamed, her pride had been broken, and worse of all, she had loved every second of it, but for the needs of her people and the humans she loved so much, she would remain silent. Perhaps this would be more pleasurable for her in the end.