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The dragoness was a small yet full figure outlined in moonlight, cutting dancing shapes across the pond's surface. Her cerulean hide glistened with the dew of a day's sweat, a day full of running and jumping and hiding wherever the shadows permitted her to.

She backpedaled, calloused feet scraping the water-beaten smoothness of the stone. Grinning wide and closing her indigo eyes down to mere slits, she sprinted ahead on the short runway of the stone and dived, piercing the water with perfect form. She undulated beneath the ripples she made and surfaced like a sea serpent, sucking in all the air her lungs could hold before submerging again.

It was a rare time of levity. Isabelle hadn't had the time for any pleasures lately. Tribal wars and standing orders to capture and kill on sight made fun times the exception to the rule. She was not militant, both too demure and pacifistic to fight, but she lived with a target on her back. Humans pursued her like dogs; sometimes [i]with[/i] dogs. She didn't know what they'd do if they ever happened to catch her. Death was her assumption, but horror stories abounded to keep the hatchlings in line - the dragon versions of old boogeyman tales.

Isabelle didn't care that she was breaking her curfew. Too long had she been cooped up, made to bathe and eat communally with the only pleasures being the dry history readings by Father Halfwing of the church. She excused herself from the village when it slept and intended to be back before dawn, rejuvenated and ready for more weeks of drudgery and doom saying.

She surfaced again, losing track of how many times she had dived and risen. Each time she felt the water rush across her hide and then the cool embrace of the water, a little part of her soul felt like it came clean. A dragoness with a latent affinity for the water, she found nothing more fun... and to have her only time in the water be sitting in a chilly washtub while it was ladled over her was the exact opposite of fun.

The young dragoness rose a final time, and she let herself float on the surface of the water. She watched the stars twinkle in a cloudless sky and fancied the crescent of the moon a big, knowing grin keeping watch in the cosmos. Water ran into her floppy ears, muffling the soundscape without distressing her; she loved the water.

It was such a cozy pond in the navel of the forest that in more peaceful times, it had been part of the meeting grounds where the young of humans and dragons alike splashed and played, where clothing was washed and canteens were filled. The two strapping men who came upon its banks were there for much the same reason as Isabelle. The primary difference was that they were armed, weapons tapping arrhythmically on their legs with each step.

"Look there," Gull said, pointing severely at the floating body of the dragoness. She was far into the pond, drifting listlessly as if dead; a little paddle here and twitch there betrayed life. "A beast."

Older by two years and cockier for it, Calo drank in the dragoness in less than a second and started to smirk, adding menace to his rough-shaved but handsome face. "A slut among them, by the looks of her."

A little more pious, Gull grunted, "Sullying the water with her naked form."

"Naked breasts offered to anybody who cares to take them," Calo murmured, gaining an erection. "Follow me."

Calo and Gull moved through the tallest grass until they flanked the pond at its narrowest points. It was a simple maneuver, practiced by the two trackers and battle-tested: one of them would start for the girl, wading in after her, and she would panic and kick away to the closest shore - right into the waiting arms of the other man. It didn't always come off cleanly, but it had a good track record.

Calo nodded, and Gull started into the water, shivering and lamenting not having removed his weapon. The dragoness with her pert breasts and long slim body noted the shift in the surface tension and turned her head lazily, expecting to see a leaf on the surface or a wading animal. Instead she saw the fresh face of a human and she shrieked, kicking and thrashing with her instincts. She sank and finer control took over as the two humans, their plan failed, lunged into the water and started to swim after her.

With their gear and armor, they were no match for a largely sleek dragon of the water. She sped away from them, scraping her arm in the act of coming ashore. She left behind a bit of hide and blood but hardly felt it.

Pedestrian thoughts raced through her mind as she bolted through the grass. She grabbed the towel she had hung over a tired and drooping tree limb, throwing it around herself. Leaving her clothing pained her but the humans were ashore, the older and noisier one calling after her, laughing madly on the high of the chase. Isabelle ran, breasts corralled by the towel, dirt caking on her slick feet and legs with every step. She was crying, afraid for her life, and the distance to her village had never seemed so daunting.

Like hounds, the humans chased her. Water dripped from their clothing, glistening on their skin, and they were slower than she, but her prints were obvious. They knew the quickest way to the dragons' village, and that was the way she followed by rote memory. Without needing to speak to each other, they understood that they would chase the girl all the way to the village border if they had a chance of catching her.

Isabelle didn't squander her lead by looking back or letting herself rest. She was panting, but still full of energy - and fear. The thickets slashed at her legs, making ruts in her hide but drawing little blood. They snagged her towel and it ripped all the way up to her hip with a horrible, modulated sound. It nearly threw the dragoness off balance; she dropped the towel to keep from falling and kept running to maintain her lead. Her naked breasts bounced with each step, causing pain she barely noticed.

The east entrance to the village was preceded by a clearing. Used once for weddings and festivals, it had become a barren checkpoint to keep the humans out. Isabelle could hear the humans after her, snapping branches and calling out to her, demanding she come back, espousing the futility of her escape.

But everything was all right when Isabelle saw the figure in the clearing sitting on a stump used as a chair in the old times. The figure was that of a tall, handsome dragon, his colors much like Isabelle's but darkened with the years. His hair was cropped efficiently, and his eyes were deep and thoughtful. He looked up at the young, naked dragoness and stood sharply.

"Father!" she gasped, slowing herself, nearly skidding in the dirt. She threw her arms about him and began to cry tears of relief. She pressed her snout into the material of his shirt. "Please, I'm so sorry I left the village, but--."

He took her by the shoulders and nudged her back, but kept his grasp. At first he only stared into her eyes, and she began to blubber and apologize. She was terribly sorry for leaving; she would never do so again without an escort; she loved him so much and didn't mean to worry him. All very true, but all meaningless to the older dragon. He balled a muscular hand into a fist, he held his daughter by her lovely, slim neck, and he punched her just beneath her breasts.

All the air rushed out of her lungs accompanied by a labored and dumbfounded whelp. Her eyes bulged and a little drool fell from her lips. She slumped against him, whimpering in shock and pain, debilitated by the blow. She was hapless as he lifted her and slung her over his shoulders. Feet moving smoothly as though beckoned by an unseen force, the dragon carried his daughter. He headed for the sounds of the humans in pursuit.

Calo and Gull readied their weapons when they saw the tall, hard form of the male dragon. They broke apart, flanking him wide, the older human gripping a knife-tipped spear fast, and the younger ready with his quarterstaff.

Moonlight broke through the trees, revealing the face of the dragon and the slack girl over his shoulder. It was the older human who called off the alert, calling to his companion, "It's merely Draco - our dear dragon on the inside."

Stepping close to Draco, slipping his staff into the sling on his back with its point downward, Calo grinned and asked of the impassive dragon, "Fetched our little quarry for us, have you?"

"She is my daughter," said Draco, dispassionately. He unloaded her, dropping her on the forest floor. First her bottom and then the back of her head hit the dirt, long and slack ears splaying around her, indistinguishable from her long locks of hair in the relative darkness. "Was she eluding from you?"

"She was," Calo tutted, untying his belt. Gull looked nervously at Draco, then at the sniveling dragoness, and then her father again. "Oh, don't be afraid of him," chuckled Calo, shoving down his wet trousers, dropping his sheathed weapon. His uncut penis hung semiflaccid between his legs. Although unimpressive just then, it was growing with excitement to a respectable six inches. "He's under our control."

Gull narrowed his eyes. "Is that true?" he asked Draco.

"Oh, god," Isabelle whined, sitting up and clutching herself just above her belly. "Father..."

"Completely," Draco calmly answered. "I suppose, under other circumstances, I would tear your entrails out at this moment." He let his shoulders sag. "But I feel nothing." Turning his faded blue eyes on his daughter (whom Calo had knelt near, and whose calloused hands were prying apart her legs as she kicked and shrieked), he said, "At the same time... I feel as if I'm seeing my daughter for what she truly is. A whore. Something to be bred. A creature better seen than heard."

Calo squeezed the girl's mound and she cried long and loud, spooking birds from their snoozes in the trees. "Please--! Please don't touch me there, ple-e-ease," she bleated, pressing her thighs together. Calo, with a hand still free, struck her in a backhanded blow. Her head whipped to the side; a strangled sob choked past her lips. [i]"Father, help me!"[/i] she managed to blubber, her crying making her words mushy.

"Have some, Gull," Calo said, speaking firmly enough for it to be a command. He thrust his fingers into Isabelle, digging them deep and dragging breaking cries from the dragoness. She clawed at him, her first lashes going wide, but her fourth raked into his cheek, digging shallow, bloody ruts into his stubble-covered chin. He shouted more in pain than anger and he struck her in reflex, smashing her in the temple with a closed fist. Isabelle's vision exploded into brilliant color and she fell back, dazed and whimpering.

"Mm. Well, I--. I don't know..."

"Do have some of my daughter, boy," Draco said, earning Gull's undivided attention for a moment. He gestured at her form. "It's all she's made for. Give my girl purpose."

The younger human huffed. "To touch a [i]beast[/i] in such a way - is it acceptable?"

Calo glanced his way. He had cupped one of the girl's large breasts, squeezing it until the hide dimpled and bruised. Isabelle flinched as the squeeze became too tight to bear, but the throb on the side of her head saw her clench her fists until her knuckles turned white. She didn't lay her hands on Calo. "To have one lie with you willingly - [i]that[/i] is unacceptable. To take what is implicitly offered by a nude slut? Perfectly fine, so far as I can tell."

Finally Gull began to disrobe, but Calo was far ahead of him. Completely erect, his greasy cock throbbed and dribbled on the poor girl's thigh. He spread his fingers wide, spreading her pussy on the order of half-inches, but to her virgin body it was a brutal gouging. She shrieked and blubbered in agony, lunging upward. Her thick breasts lurched with her sudden stop and their fall made her wince in more pain still.

"Oh--, oh my god," she sobbed. "What are you doing to me...?"

It was all so new. Masturbation, ubiquitous to even pious humans, was practically nonexistent among dragons. Isabelle had never done more than brush her fingers across it when she bathed, ignoring the shivers and promises of more, for such things were not allowed except to breeders. And now, against all reasonable expectations and with father's blessing, Isabelle was being touched and spread open for the first time in eighteen years. Physical pain and the agony of rape caused her equal harm. Whatever breeding was like, as mysterious as the subject was, it was not supposed to be this.

Isabelle chewed her lip and wiped the tears running from her eyes. She looked at Gull, seeing first his pale, slightly freckled bottom before he turned to reveal that he was larger than his brash friend. But Isabelle was momentarily unconcerned with the frightful girth of his penis, knowing not what that organ was for. Just the fact that the human was naked before her was what galled her. She looked to her father's stony face. "God, please, father," she squeaked. "Please..."

"You've spoken that word so many times." Calo snickered. "It's beginning to lose its meaning." He found his fingers getting tired defying Isabelle's vaginal tightness. He slipped them back and took them into his mouth, tasting the virgin cunt of the dragoness secondhand. "Absolutely disgusting," he uttered, but the throb of his penis said otherwise. "Gull - and you, dragon." He glanced at the father. "Hold her arms. She will thrash when I enter her."

"E-enter me? What are you going to do?" Isabelle's tone was soft, yet she cried out as the quieter human and her father restrained her arms. Gull the human quite practically squatted and gripped her wrist; her father stood on the other and stared down at her.

To the backdrop of Isabelle's cries and miserable pleading, Calo nudged his cock against the outer lips of the dragon's snatch. She retained none of the spreading he had just inflicted on her, her body too young and flexible to stay pried open like that, and the human pushed forth with the appropriately firm amount of force he needed.

It was just as Calo said. As his member speared her open, Isabelle shrieked as though being stabbed through the heart. Hot, fresh tears poured from her eyes and her face twisted into a horrible countenance of shock and fear and pain. Inarticulately wailing, pulling at her wrists and only coaxing the restraining males to hold her tighter in their ways, Isabelle made a spectacle of herself but nary a nuisance.

With the calmness of a true monster, a grin on his stubble-textured face, he pushed until he felt the unmistakable rip of the girl's hymen. With its breach came fresh new agony for the girl. She bucked upward, breasts heaving, and as her shoulder blades crashed into the ground she pulled her arm with force enough to free it from under her father's foot. For a moment she was shocked to have the use of her hand, and then she grabbed at Calo, clawing him and ripping bloody gouges from his shoulder to the middle of his chest. Although he gasped in pain, his reaction was one of violence and not retreat: he punched her, bruising his knuckles against the side of her head. She made a weak, infantile noise and fell slack. The father looked on, expressionless.

Isabelle regained consciousness quickly, but her movements were sluggish and her head throbbed. She missed next to nothing; Calo was only beginning to fuck her when she came to again. Blood streaked his penis and it dripped from the wounds she had left on his body. The flesh under her claws was little comfort to the girl being viciously deflowered while her father stood by complicit.

"Don't fight these fine young men anymore," father warned, his even voice commanding and clear above his daughter's blubbers and whimpers. He held her wrist fast in his hand, his grip so tight that she had little feeling left in her fingers. "Will you be all right, human?"

"I'll have to cleanse these wounds, I'm sure," spat Calo, glaring down at the girl. Sweat from his brow dribbled onto her breasts. "Lord only knows what filth was on her claws."

Gull smacked the girl's snout without prompt; she yelped. "You should count yourself fortunate we don't cleave your skull here and now, beast."

Calo's panting and huffing was subtle under the insect chatter in the trees. He licked his lips, watching Isabelle's full breasts bounce each time he pushed his hips into hers. The girl was perfect in every way, he thought, save for the pesky fact that she was a beast and therefore beneath him. Calo, however, was never one for consensual sex even among his own species.

Biting his lip until it whitened, Calo grunted and shuddered. His back arched, the bones of his spine making points in his flesh. "Uhn, god," he breathed from the sides of his mouth, rolling back his eyes. The defilement of the fleet-footed dragoness was too much to bear; the stink of the blood only lessened his endurance. He came into her, causing her to squeal and whimper, turning instinctively to father for guidance. He offered her nothing but a dull stare.

"My god, yes. [i]Yes."[/i] Calo leaned low enough that Isabelle could have bitten him. She was so young, so innocent, but she had his skin and blood under her claws, his semen inside of her. She didn't know that was what it was, but she knew she had been gravely defiled. To bite his nose off would have been no easy task but to maim it into unrecognizable gore was something she felt she could have done. But she didn't. She looked at father, whose stern face seemed to dissuade any attempt to earn freedom, or at the very least achieve some vengeance, and she settled against the dirt with a plaintive whine.

The father and Gull both looked on as Calo unburdened himself of the girl. In the wake of his plugging cock, a bloody slurry of semen drooled from Isabelle, whose cuntlips were still too youthful and fresh to stay gouged but which were reddened and swollen. Nudging Gull aside, moving with a kind of relaxed grace he wasn't often known for, Calo murmured, "You now. Give me her wrist. Take her."

"I--, this beast?" Gull uncertainly asked, yet he positioned himself between her legs. She was almost entirely passive, only whimpering now and then. "I've never had carnal relations. Should I really--?"

Calo snapped: "Yes! You should!"

"It's the only way for her to be made pure." The father earned looks from all three of them. "Have my daughter, young man. Please."

"Blessing from the leathery bastard himself," snickered Calo. "Do it. She has no say in the matter."

Gull made a thoughtful noise and contemplation creased his brow. Ultimately he scooted closer on his knees, ignoring the briefly painful friction of dirt on his kneecaps. He had to stroke himself and simultaneously cup Isabelle's breast to get hard, but when he did, his penis was of fearsome proportions. Isabelle took a brief, wet-eyed look at it, and she realized then just how large it was. She understood well why that mattered now.

"Oh, no," she whined. "Please... please, that's too big. It's going to hurt me so much..."

Suddenly the father grabbed her by the nipples, pinching them between thumbs and forefingers. Grimacing down at her, he twisted and pulled, lifting her breasts but not the weight of her torso. She lifted that herself, shrieking and kicking, disturbing Gull's attempts to enter her.

Eyes like burning coals, the father roared, "Speak [i]only[/i] when you are spoken to! Your trivial problems do not concern men!"

"Okay--, a-all right, yes, I understand!" Isabelle bleated. "Please let go, please! [i]Please[/i] let go of me!"

He gave her nipples another quarter twist inward, and then he let them go. Isabelle briefly cupped one breast, then the other, her other hand still held fast by Calo - who was grinning like an imp. Father retook her wrist, leaving her breasts to throb and ache.

Finally Gull managed to enter her, and his demeanor changed rapidly. A deep, abiding moan quaked in his body and he leaned over the girl with a nearly primal stance. "That is simply [i]wonderful,"[/i] he sighed as, for the first time, the perfect walls of a vagina gripped him. Isabelle massaged him without meaning to, her pussy writhing and clenching on reflex alone like a stupid animal. It was his girth which set off her struggles, spreading her to an agonizing degree. She thought of Calo's penis as being like a finger in comparison to a fist, and although Gull was not quite so large, her inexperience made him seem larger than life inside of her.

Ponderously, Gull began to fuck her. He was clumsy and young. Though gifted with a spear or a sword, he was inexperienced with his penis. Incredible sensations of pleasure raced through his mind and body, making his nerves tingle and his balls draw taut. A grin, involuntary but very real, curved his ordinarily stoic face and added lewdness to his freckled features. "My god. Oh, my god," he breathed redundantly, closing a hand around her breast gently. He felt over her nipple with his calloused finger pads; even that soft touch made her wince and whine yet she kept relatively quiet, wary of swift and violent retaliation.

It was no surprise to those present save Isabelle that Gull was already close just a few strokes in. His awkward fucking became more stilted yet and his breathing grew tight. He squeezed down on her breast and caused her to cry out again, but neither Calo nor father reprimanded her for the outburst. They were watching the man work.

"I can't--, the beast feels too fine, I can't hold back," Gull panted with some shame, and he pushed it as deep as it could go, wrenching open what had so recently been a virginal young pussy into a bloody pink yawn. He shot into her with greatly pent-up force, his cum entering the depths of her body, filling her womb with seed which was incompatible but no less degrading to her. She whined, heard barely under his heated groan, and looked past his head at the cloudless sky.

Isabelle believed her father would have her next. Incest and the taboo which went with it weren't something she understood yet, but the fact that two of the three males present had raped her (a word she didn't know, but understood the meaning of) suggested a pattern to her. As Gull drew back and planted his sweaty behind in the dirt, the father dragon moved things further, but not as she expected.

Unhanding her wrist, as Calo did the same, he looked toward his home village thoughtfully. "My wife," he said, "must be made pure like my daughter." Eyes on Calo, then on the dreamy face on Gull, he gravely asked: "Will you two assist me?"

Calo intended to graciously thank the shaman who had managed to bring this dragon under human control. He chuckled luridly, palming one of Isabelle's breasts. The dragoness was too defeated to do anything more than weep and sniffle. "Of course we will. Show us the way."