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Hunting Game Part 1: Karter

Revakulgr sat looking over the men and women that he had captured recently. Some had tried to steal from him, others had been causing issues in his land. He had brought them back to a network of caves that he had turned into a labyrinth for just such an occasion. The tunnels were lite by magic so that the captives could find their way around. He had kept them all in good health for this little game of his. He removes the bindings and blindfolds from the captives so that they could see where they were. He clears his throat to get the attention. "I have brought you all here because you have committed crimes against me and then got yourselves caught. I have decided that to atone for your sins we will play a little game of mine. As you can see I have brought you to these caves. I will hunt each of you down and your goal will be to escape from them before I find you. If you escape from the caves you will be rewarded with your freedom and I will consider your participation payment for your sins. However should I catch you.... A grin spreads across the dragon's maw showing off his teeth. Well then I get to do as I please. I will give you a short head start before I being my hunt. Good luck." He waves a paw towards the openings on the other side of the cavern.

Considering that they had been stripped of weaponry and equipment, left with nothing but the clothes on their backs, they had little hope to fight against a dragon. One, a rather beefy man who had been the leader of a bandit band, sprinted towards the caverns that began the maze immediately, while a tall, lanky woman who had attempted to cement her reputation as a master thief turned away form the dragon with all the aplomb of an empress on a casual stroll. One man looked like a rather down-on-his luck bard, what had once been finery embedded with grime and ragged, but he had in fact been the fomenter of general unrest and possible rebellion for no other reason that to cause trouble. He had, in fact, crafted several ballads unfairly slandering the dragon himself, and now he hoped to use his purportedly impressive wit to escape what might well be a rather dreadful fate. "I beg you, Great Revakulgr," he pleaded, throwing himself to his knees in front of the massive, black-scaled beast, hands clasped in front of his chest and his face twisted up in a mask of miserable regret. "Let the wisdom brought by your great power and majesty grant mercy on this poor, humble storyweaver! I have but put words to the fears of others to earn a pittance which with to salve the ache in my stomach. Can you blame a destitute man for desperation? Allow me to weave you a sonnet, nay a ballad! Let me inform others of your great magnanimity and kindness to undo the harm I have caused your reputation!" The remaining two, one a man and the other a woman, paused in their hindward creeping to see the outcome of this strange happenstance. Even the thief paused in her royal progress to glance back over her shoulder.

Revakulgr looked down at the man hardly impressed by his words. This man had actually been a special request by some of the locals in the area. He was on somewhat friendly terms with those of his land though it was unlikely to be common knowledge for outsiders. The some of those he was in contact with in the land had mentioned the bard who had been attempting to cause unrest within the land and that he needed to be dealt with before things could get out of control. Unrest could lead to unwanted things such as war or dragonslayers and Revakulgr had no desire to deal with either. He slowly tapped a claw on the ground as he watched them beg him. He looks down over the man who had prostrated himself before the the large beast. "Such sweet words for one who tried to cause a rebellion and those that slander my kind....I know of you storyweaver. I know your what it is that you were doing. As do those in the towns you had been too. Their request is the reason that you are here. You shall pay your penance like the others. Now go before I decided that your time is up and that you have forfeited our little game."

The man blanched and scurried away, though he did not choose his own route. Instead, he headed after the bandit leader, no doubt hoping that he could bend the man's ear where the dragon had been deaf to his pleas. The remaining two seemed likewise inclined to think that numbers might give them a better chance, though a single glance from the burglar made clear that she did not think along similar lines. The pair instead headed for the furthest tunnel, leaving the dragon alone with the ice queen. She watched them with a smirk as they vanished from sight, then paused once more in her casual stroll towards her chosen exit. "Do we actually have a chance of escape, dragon? I admit myself fairly captured and my trespass against you worthy of punishment, but what of those others? Karter, I know, the rabblerouser, and that blackguard Hemmet I know of from rumor. The other two, I have no clue about. They had the look of noble-born, and they seemed to mistake me for the same. Are you gaining favor with the local monarchs by taking on their political prisoners and rivals now?"

Revakulgr gives a low rumbling chuckle at her question. He continued to watch down the tunnels and drawing marks in the stone while he waited. "Oh yes it is quite possible to escape, though not easy. It wouldn't be much of a game if the players couldn't win. It has happened in the past. As for those other two, the nobles as you pointed out are here for a different reason. I caught word that one was acting as a spy for another nation so you could say in a way I'm gaining favor with the monarchy. As for the other... she is the daughter of a noble who had been plotting to have dragonslayers come after me hoping to claim my hoard for himself upon my death. Her father's sins have landed her here."

The thief made a thoughtful hum, processing the information and deciding if it could be turned to her advantage. After a moment, she just shrugged and smirked. "Well, then, I suppose I'll just have to hope that you play fair. I certainly won't. Perhaps I should have gone with those two just to throw them in your way, but I've always worked best alone." With that, she skipped a few paces with a giggle before darting into the tunnels. So long as there was an actual chance to survive and escape, then she had ever intention of grasping it with both hands. Once out of sight behind a bend in the cave, she ducked down to one side and began taking inventory of her equipment. Leaving a master thief with their clothing was the dragon's first mistake. Her long hair had been done up into a braid, which was then curled into a bun at the back of her head. Now, she let it down and began unwinding the strands, one of which was not, in fact, made of hair. She reclaimed her whip from its hiding place, then shucked her boots to hinge open the heels. That produced a pair of punching daggers, small dowels that had two-inch spikes attached to them which would peek through the fingers when held in a fist. They were not exceptionally dangerous but could help make an unarmed strike into a wounding blow. From the cuff of her boots, she extracted a set of lockpicks and a skein of thread with a needle. Not that she thought either would be exceptionally useful; the dragon was not likely to have traditional locks, but the items could come in handy for other things. The sewing kit was simply to stitch her boots back up. She had a few other items about her person, but those would do for the time being, and she set off to further explore. Karter and Hemmet, meanwhle had come up against their first obstacle, a split path in the tunnel. Karter lagged behind the far more athletic bandit as the burly man took the left turn without a thought.

Revakulgr continued to count for a bit longer before deciding it was time for him to join the game. He slowly heaved his bulky frame from the floor looking at the different tunnels. After thinking over his choices, he felt the thief would bring him the most amusement he certainly hoped he'd catch her so he could have more fun with her. He decided to start with the tunnel that had the bard and bandit. He slow pads down the tunnel following the scent of the two men. When he got to the split in the tunnel he looked back and forth before heading down the left tunnel tracking the bard by scent.

Hemmet kept running, paying no heed to Karter's panted pleas for the man to slow. It was rumored that the bandit lord had once escaped a penal colony by running his way across a weeks' worth of badlands without stopping and without water, though the bard knew exaggeration when he heard it. Still, the reaver was obvioiusly a man who was used to vigorous physical exertion. When Karter rounded a corner to find that the bandit was no longer ahead of him and a split ahead of him, he gave up the attempt and slumped against the cave wall just around a corner. Sliding down it to sit, he fished into the inner pocket of his vest and produced a flask. When he extracted the cork, it was a good thing that no open flames were near or he might have lost his facial hair. "Bloody bastard," he griped, then grunted as the swig of moonshine singed his throat. "Should've gone with that ice queen. Never met a woman who didn't love a few compliments, and she looked high-born. Could've gotten myself a reward if we won free, but noooooo, I had to go after the bloody bandit king. Who's going to let everyone know how fearful he is and how great his prowess if no one knows what he survived? Idiot..." He sat for long enough to take another swig, then levered himself back upright with the burn of some liquid courage warming his stomach. Now that he was on his own, he took a more cautious approach, keeping a hand to the tunnel wall as he began creeping down it. Labyrinths were supposed to have hidden passages and such, weren't they? The two nobles, meanwhile, were of like mind, cautious of traps while still attempting to hasten down their chosen path. The man, Darren of Keld, had been a squire, very nearly a knight, while Nissa had been the daughter of a merchant lord. As they made their way, they shared a hasty and glancing history with one another, more feeling out the skills of the other than truly getting to know much.

The scent of Karter grew stronger as Revakulgr closed in on the man. He could tell that he was slowing down probably worn out from having trying to keep up with the bandit who he had followed after. He continued to follow the man his soft pads muffling most of the sound of his paw falls. He finally spotted the first of his prey and it was just the man he was wanting to see. The dragon spotted an almost imperceptible marking on the wall as he stalked the man at a distance. Touching it he whispered the command word in draconic activating the mark. A secret passage leading to an open room with no other without unlocked up a short distance from Karter. Revakulgr smirked, sometimes using common knowledge could be a benefit, other times it could be used against someone. He stayed close enough to watch if the man would take the secret passage or not.

The bard nearly fell as the passage opened beneath his hand, letting out a soft yelp that he hastily muffled with a hand over his mouth. He snugged himself up against the wall, fearful that he had been heard and risked a hasty peek back the way he had come. Unfortunately, his flask had been emptied in the dozen or so minutes since he had stopped trying to keep up with the bandit, and his hand against the wall had developed into more of a support than a guide. His hasty glance revealed nothing, and he pulled back against the wall to heave a sigh of relief. Then he considered for a moment before cautiously leaning his upper body back into the main corridor. Where he had found a passage, his eyes revealed only a solid stone wall. He had to stifle a giddy giggle as he danced in place before hastening down the hidden tunnel. What a brilliant tale this would make, the cunning Karter stealing along backways known only to the dragon, seeking both freedom and fortune!

Revakulgr smiled and followed the man down the tunnel. Once his tail had crossed through the tunnel opening he used his tail to press down on the trapped stone on the wall to close the tunnel behind him. Now that he had the man trapped he could have his fun with in. The room ahead was perfect for it too. He had made a variety of rooms in this network to lure in people. The one ahead had a bed reinforced to be strong enough to handle a dragon being a rough on it and looked as if had belonged to a queen aside from the variety of collar choices on the wall. It would be amusing to see what the bard thought of it.

Karter's first thought upon finding the room was confusion. What need would a dragon have for such a beautifully appointed room? It was outfitted as if for a noble, though the oddity of the collars that were hung on the wall eluded him. Then came the realization. Of course! The dragon kept prisoners. It had already been demonstrated that he was not above kidnapping those who displeased him, and perhaps those who interested him as well from the look of those three nobles. Surely this must be the hidden prison of some other unfortunate soul who was being kept captive by the dragon! But a moment of examination showed no other exit from the room, and a quick peek beneath the bed showed no one hiding there (his own favorite spot). Inspiration had him check the wardrobe, but the large cabinet was also bereft of a lovely maiden who would be all too happy to offer him a hero's reward in return for assisting her to freedom. No one... He stood scratching at his stubbled cheek for a moment before shrugging. Well, there were valuables aplenty, and he might as well make a profit during his escape. He had only gotten so far as shoving a few of the smaller baubles into his shirt before a glance back towards the entrance made him squeal and topple to the floor in his haste to back away from the beast whom he had hoped to elude. He began stammering a hasty apology, explanation, and fabrication all at once, but in his half-drunken state, it came out more as a whimpering babble of nonsense.

Revakulgr stalked his way into the room taking up the entire door way with his bulk. Karter's shock and attempts at explanation amusing him. He looks around the room before looking back at the man. He slowly stalks towards the man who had stumbled to the floor making a slow tsking sound while shaking his head. "There's no need for you to make excuses, many would feel the same way as you do. The room of course has many nice things, some many wish they had for themselves. However you see I'm one of the lucky ones who are able to answer the wish. You could live this way for the rest of your days...." Revakulgr waves his paw towards the entire room. "This could be all yours all yours really. You would be around more wealth than any monarch in any story that you could come up with. If that is what you desire of course. Heck you would even get to live too.."

That offer swiftly sobered the bard. Or at least made him wish to be sober. He ceased his babbling and gulped, blinking up at the dragon before glancing around at the room. This could be his? Certainly it was a joke, or some kind of trap. Karter could only ever dream to have such finery about him, slumming as he did amongst the downtrodden for coppers while occasionally earning more by playing the downtrodden street poet with the more liberal nobles. Of course, his mischievous streak had led him to inflate some things in his tales such that certain individuals were painted in a far less favorable light than reality showed, and his tendency to dwell amongst those who were already disaffected had caused some unfortunate misunderstandings with the ruling class. How was it his fault that rumors of tariffs on grain exports would lead to a riot amongst the granary workers? But he had not lived this long by being a dullard, and his low cunning brought him back to the point at hand. "How would I manage that, lord dragon? My honeyed tongue seemed little enough to your liking in front of an audience. Are you merely shy that you would prefer praise in private? Or perhaps you have decided to take up my offer of an epic in your honor?"

Revakulgr watched the man for a moment as he collected himself.

"It is quite simple really, while some of your stories have been less than flattering for dragons, I believe it stems from you not being familiar with my kind. I'm happy to offer you the chance to make better stories, and then you can spin tales of the wonders of my kind." The dragon looks at the wall with a variety of shades of dark blue, black, purple, red adorned the wall. He looked at the man and then waved at them. "All you must do is take one of those collars and place it upon your neck."

That seemed far too simple to be the truth, and Karter valued his freedom and his neck far too much to willingly slip his head through a noose. "And what might placing one of those admittedly flattering adornments around my throat do? Not that I'm turning you down," he hastened to add, clambering to his feet and moving towards the display. "I'm simply trying to clarify the options. What few there are. Quite clearly, I have no hope of facing you in combat, pitiful specimen that I am, though I'd warn you off of eating me. I'd surely give you indigestion. Riddled with parasites, I am, and gout! Terrible affliction, just terrible. But I've heard tell of dragons enchanting seemingly mundane objects to cause... disagreeable effects, and I'd, of course, only want to best please you should I accept... uh... becoming your semi-permanent guest?"

"Ah well you see it would be a sign of you submitting to me. Unlike many collars, this is not a sign of servitude but of willingness to learn a how to live in a different way such as learning to live with a dragon while you learn new stories. I will not disagree about enchanting, we are quite good at it. Those are indeed imbued with an enchantment that will prevent you from hurting me for the time that you are staying with me. Is that really such a bad deal to be treated like queen?"

"Nay indeed, lord dragon!" he agreed quite readily, though he secretly thought, But better a king... Yet the wording was unimportant, in the end. He had little enough choice, so he turned his attention to the collars, glancing back at the dragon occasionally. Picking something too plain would likely show false humility, and he was anything but falsely humble. Certainly, he'd stay whatever was needed in the moment, but when it came to describing himself, humility did not factor in. But nor did he want to choose too ostentatiously. He didn't want the dragon to think him greedy, a serpent waiting to strike and slither away with whatever he could fit in his pockets (though that was precisely his intention). No, instead he picked out one of leather dyed a black deep enough to match the dragon's scales. It had silver chased through it, likely holding whatever enchantmets had been laid upon the item, with a buckle of the same. He pulled it from the wall and dangled it with a hopeful grin, but the dragon gave him no response by which to gauge his choice. So, in the end, there was nothing but to go through with it. Taking a deep breath, he slid the leather around his neck and fumbled with the clasp until he was able to feed the tongue through and lock it into place. He cringed inwardly but put on another hopeful smile for his draconic host. "Does it suit me?"

Revakulgr smiled at the human pleased to see that he had gone through it. Often times they didn't choose that option and accept his offer. He gives a nod and raises a claw to brush it against the collar. The brush of his claw activated the magic within, the clasp of the collar simply fading away leaving no visible way of removing the collar. Along with that the the the buckle fading away other changes began though the human wouldn't notice the change in his scent. "It does indeed suit you, and excellent choice. It certainly looks like one to suit a queen just as I had expected you to pick." The dragon slowly brings his claw down to the man's shirt hooking a talon into it and slicing through it like butter but being careful not to cut the man. The first signs of the transformation magic showing on the (wo)man's chest, his chest starting to swell slightly. "Now to really make you a queen. Remove the rest of your cloths so that I might see you."

The man cringed with a soft squeal when the dragon brought that dagger-like claw so close to him, heaving out a relieved sigh when it was only used to caress the collar and slit the front of his shirt. Unfortunately, the latter action allowed him to see the beginnings of the transformation that was starting to work on him. He let out a disappointed, disheartened, and humiliated whine at the breasts that were budding on his chest. Admittedly, though, he had always liked them and wondered what it would be like to have a pair of his own. Women were only much good for looking at to begin with, and a pair of his own would nearly eliminate his need to fraternize with them at all. Yet he was rather certain that the dragon's spell wouldn't stop with just that. He grumbled with discontent as he shrugged his way out of the ragged shirt and vest, undoing his belt to let his grimy trousers drop to the ground, then leaning back against the wall to kick his boots free. His spare form, free of most fat but also lacking muscle, continued to change as he observed, his waist slimming and hips widening slightly, and, of course, the worst offense that could be done to a male happened before his eyes. He had never been much to brag about (one of his many reasons for disliking the fairer sex), but it still pained him to watch his male equipment shrivel up and suck into his body, leaving behind a fuzzed cleft in its place. He heaved another sigh, but he had to remind himself that he still had his life. It was said that where there was life, there was hope. Though he didn't have much of the latter at that moment.

The dragon watched with a grin, while he had no exactly preference for gender there was certainly something satisfying about seeing a male lose that which so many are proud of, plus he was certain this female would look quite lovely once she had been cleaned up... and swollen with his young but he didn't need to tell her that yet. He pointed at the bed. "You will make quite the lovely lady once we get you cleaned up, but for now you may present yourself to me. Show me that you really do embrace what your new life will be."

He wasn't exactly eagerly embracing the situation, but telling the dragon that was also unwise. So Karter did his level best to put on a pleased smile, though it came out as more of a constipated grimace. Moving over to the bed, he was actually rather pleased to find that the covers atop it were soft and giving, probably the best bed that he had ever been privileged to occupy, even if his time here was short. Still, it was quite pleasant as he rolled onto his back and spread his legs, his lower body facing towards the dragon. It was the pose the whores he hired used, and he knew little enough of any other kind of sexual interaction.

Revakulgr watched Karter before approaching the bed. He quickly leapt up onto it his upper body weighing down the bed causing it to flex under his weight his thick gut jiggling a bit and his cock slapping against Karter's body. He slowly drags it back as he flexes his hips to help line himself up with her slit. His tip brushed against her virgin tunnel. He looks down at her watching her as he gives her a rough thrust pushing the first several inches of his cock into her tight depths.

The former man cringed when the dragon pounced, but so far it seemed that the beast was keeping its word. Still, the thick, hardening flesh that slapped against his stomach made him whimper. A glance down only confirmed the size of it, at least as big as any stallion and probably enough to put even a draft horse to shame. Karter gulped and whimpered once more as it was dragged down to line up with the feminine gash between his legs, then sucked in a gasp and reached up to clutch at the dragon's forelimbs when it speared into him without further preamble. That gasp was almost immediately followed by a pained scream. He had been given no attention to ensure his readiness, nor had anything of the like ever been done to him before. His legs trembled where they lay against the covers, muscles spasming as his split tunnel clenched, the scent of virgin blood filling the air. It burned and ached, unlubricated and rough, and he could only like it to the time he had been stabbed in the gut for cheating at cards. And yet, this was the kind of thing that women were made to take. No wonder they seemed to find doing it with him so distasteful.

The dragon felt the spasms of the heated tunnel ripple around his cock. He gave the new female a moment to adjust to his size, tightness around his cock causing some of his pre to leak inside of her. Once he had felt like she had enough time, he pulled back his hips once more dragging the ridges of his cock against the sensitive flesh inside before slamming himself in again the pre inside causing the second thrust to be smoother than the first. He repeated this a few more times each one causing more pre to fill his new female. Once he felt that she was lubricated enough from his pre he shifted his stance a bit and started to thrust more consistently and slowly picking up the speed of his thrusts.

Karter was supremely grateful for the minute or two during which he was allowed to rest and adjust. Though the mere concept of having something thrust inside him in such an odd place was mind-twisting, the agony of his shattered virginity faded to mere soreness, and the pain-fueled spasms faded. Then he let out a surprised whoop when the dragon began to pull back. Those strange, bestial barbs were nothing that a human was intended to feel, and they were a strange mix between scraping and tickling. His hands tightened against the dragon's forelimbs, but then came the new thrust, spearing into him once more. This one was far less painful, though it still made his stretched and strained innards twinge. Yet the warm wetness that was pouring into him made it easier, as well as the third, slow and steady. He realized that the dragon was preparing him, and it only made him whimper yet more. When the beast adjusted its stance, the unfortunate transformee did his best to brace himself, and struck upon the inspiration of wrapping his legs around the dragon's waist. If he paid particularly well, the whores would do that and often spout praises for his ability, though that had quite obviously been entirely false. He was forced to squeal at the sudden increase in pace, and the slick motion seemed to spark a familiar yet unfamiliar tingle in his loins as the strange shaft stroked through him.

Revakulgr quirked an eyebrow when Karter wrapped her legs around his waist. He certainly didn't disapprove of it. He took that to mean that she was started to get into it. His increasing speed of thrusts helped him to push more and more of himself into the female below him. Glancing down he could see there was a slight bulging from where his cock was pushing into her but he wasn't really worried. This collar had a few other enchantments that would overall protect her from being maimed by the size and force of his cock. Between the force of his thrusts and the lubricants within Karter it wasn't long before Revakulgr felt his uninflated knot kiss Karter's lips. The bulb of flesh pressed against her clit before he pulled back and pressed forward again. He took to slowing his thrusts a bit to put a little more power behind them and bring a little more pleasure to both himself and Karter and encourage her lips to open for his knot.

The human was rather amazed at the wonders of the female body. The angle of his lifted hind end allowed the dragon to fit even more of that frighteningly long, thick shaft inside him, and he was somehow able to accept it! He still ached inside, but it was becoming less of a problem with that light tingle of pleasure. Then fear struck again as he felt something even thicker than the dragon's cock slapping against the space between his legs. He dared not look down, hoping it was only the beast's testicles, though that was as false a hope as any he had ever handed out. He could feel those hefty orbs bouncing off of his rump, and the bulge at the base of the dragon's cock was far too hard. And the dragon seemed entirely intent on getting it inside of him... He whined as he felt himself spreading under the assault of the beast's insistent thrusts, his muscles twinging with the pain of being forced to stretch yet futher. But the expected tearing, the feared pain, did not come. Instead, he felt the wide lump pushing into him, straining him open, and eventually sinking inside to tug at his entrance in a way that sent sparks of bright, happily welcomed pleasure. Not quite the same nor quite enough to push him towards an edge, but far better than he would have expected from the beginning of the experience.

The dragon gave a panting sigh as his knot sank past those tight lips that he had been hammering at. It was so satisfying feeling his knot swallowed up by those heated depths. He gave a few tugs feeling that his knot had already inflated enough that he couldn't pull free without undue harm to the female he changed his thrusting pattern to firm heavy thrusts meant to drag his ridges against the sensitive fem sex as well as push himself closer to his climax. With each thrust he gave a grunt of pleasure as he climbed closer to his climax. He could feel his heavy balls pulling up in preparation for his climax. He leans down closer to Karter giving a snarl and a final firm thrust before he hit his climax. The first shot of his heated seed launched from his cock coating the walls of Karter's new womb. The second shot was more powerful and much larger than the first, forcing even more of his seed into her belly.

The bard was familiar enough with the change of pace that came when a male was closed to his peak, and he cringed at the thought of it. Then he cringed and let out a soft shriek when the dragon snarled. Thankfully that was followed by a wholly strange sensation of liquid heat filling him, then again, seeping back down the length buried inside him, though it remained stoppered within by the thick knot locked just past his entrance. He was amazed yet again by the durability and incredible wonders that the female form could endure, and it made him think that he might have been wrong in considering them the weaker of the two sexes. He had not quite come to truly enjoy the act, but he was far less fearful of future encounters now that he knew it would not kill him. Though, the bloating of his stomach was... disturbing. It almost looked as if he were pregnant...

Revakulgr felt his knot completely inflate as his climax continued. It wasn't long before his entire knot had tied them together. He stood there over Karter while he continued to pump more and more seed into him. After a solid half hour of filling his new female, Revakulgr felt his knot deflate enough for him to pull free. With a firm tug he yanked himself free, the smell of their mixed juices hitting the floor filled the room with their scent. He turned from the female that he had just thoroughly bred and began towards the tunnel he had come in through. He stopped at the door way and glanced over his shoulder at the female. "Welcome to your new life as both a female... and a mother Katrina." With that Revakulgr leaves the female to find the others within the labyrinth.