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[center][b]Not So Bad a Punishment

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: Revakulgr[/b][/center]

Revakulgr stared into the scrying crystal, watching with interest as the intruder to his domain snuck along the darkened tunnels. She wasn't bad, he had to admit. She'd come well prepared with what looked to be a few small bags of holding and goggles that let her see in the dark without need for a torch. She'd also managed to spot and disable all of the traps that lay between the entrance and his lair, at least so far. Smart for a human, though also incredibly stupid not to bring any backup. It was possibly extreme confidence, though the wariness with which she moved deeper into the cavern system spoke more of caution and the hope that a single intruder would be less noticed than a group of them. Plus, thieves rarely liked to share their ill-gotten gains. It was an interesting mix of characteristics; the intelligence to be wary without the wisdom to bring assistance, and he looked forward to just how far she could get.

The purely mechanical traps he'd had his small tribe of kobolds create had given her no trouble at all, but she was coming up on some that he'd added magical components to, and there would be the [i]real[/i] test. Since it was just a single thief, he hadn't bothered to send in his little guardians, but he was starting to wonder if it might not just be a party hidden from his scrying. As she reached the first of the magically infused traps, she paused to look all around. It had a proximity trigger that would target any living creature entering the range, and she seemed to realize that. Either her goggles did more than just let her see or she had some help. It was something to consider, as was the flaw in the trap's design that she revealed. She pulled a small cage from one of her bags, flipped open the lid on it, and extracted a rat which she tossed into the spell's range. The unfortunate creature was pincushioned by a flurry of crossbow quarrels that shot from holes in the cave walls, and she gave a slight nod as the trap began its reset cooldown.

She hurried through the area, and Revakulgr decided to recast his scrying spell just in case. The second casting still only revealed the single intruder, and the alarm spells on both of his secondary entrances were both untripped and active. She was [i]probably[/i] all alone, but he was starting to get an itch beneath his scales. Could she really just be [i]that[/i] good? The answer to that came as she met the next trap. This one was also infused with magic as a trigger, but had a mechanical trigger as well, a dual setup that hadn't been present on any of the previous ones. She managed to disable the tripwire easily enough, then stepped into the trigger range. She must have assumed that the magical aura was only the effect spell and was forced to hastily dodge aside as a roiling ball of acid came rolling down the hallway. She came through it mostly unscathed, though her armor had taken a slight bit of scoring from the trap. The dragon nodded to himself, feeling confirmed that it was just her. She was good, but not quite [i]that[/i] good. Most likely she'd been raiding tombs and other repositories, depending purely on her skill to satisfy her greed, and had become over-confident enough to try raiding a dragon's hoard.

Well, she'd learn the mistake of that soon enough. The main entrance was purposefully obvious so as to funnel any adventurers through the gauntlet of traps and allow his kobold warriors to get in behind them if it became obvious that they were truly a threat; if they had any brains between them, they would try to seek out one of his secondary entrances, though few ever did. Most never considered that he would even [i]have[/i] an escape route planned, and it always amused him to let them get in deep enough to lay sight on his treasures before showing them what he was really capable of. This little thief had fallen for the obvious entrance, as expected, though she was still showing a level of proficiency that caused a minor amount of concern. He had to wonder what tricks [i]she[/i] had up her sleeve that he hadn't considered. Well, they'd find out soon enough.

She had found the maze of dead-ends at the back of the labyrinth that fronted his lair. She was moving much more slowly now that she'd realized his traps could be far more complicated than she might have expected and was using several tests to verify they'd been disabled before proceeding through an area. It had taken her about two hours to reach the back end of the labyrinth, and she took another two at her much slowed pace to thoroughly examine the area. He was beginning to wonder if she'd give up, though the few bits of gold that he'd left littered through the maze seemed to urge her onward, hoping for a better score. She surprised him yet again, though, by setting up a small camp in the back of one cavern, though not before reading a scroll to set an alarm spell. The dragon was slightly offended that she felt safe enough to make herself a little nest inside of [i]his[/i] lair, complete with bedroll and a small camp stove to cook herself a meal. He considered sneaking up on her while she was resting, just because of the sheer rudeness and disregard for the danger she was in, but decided against it. If she was that comfortable, then she would make mistakes, and mistakes would give him an advantage over her that he might just need.

She lay down in her bedroll and took a nap, of all things, and he kept watching, wondering if it was just an illusion, though he could discern no magic other than the alarm spell. After about four hours, she woke up, packed up her camp, and continued, though this time she was taking care to feel along the walls of the cave system, and he realized that she'd figured out the final trick. Revakulgr cancelled the scrying spell and gave himself a minor buff that let him cling to any surface, then he climbed up the wall of the central chamber to snuggle himself in amongst the thick stalactites that hung from the ceiling. He was hoping that distance and his own natural stealth would combine to hide him from her sight, though he was quite prepared to launch his attack early if need be. He hoped for her to get well within his lair first, but she was cautious enough that she might sense the ambush.

He tensed with anticipation, worming himself a bit deeper between the bases of the hanging rocks, when he heard the scrape of stone against stone, the hidden passage opening. He could see clearly into the passage beyond, and wondered if she had triggered it without meaning to, but he soon saw her peering through the wide entrance. She made a careful examination of what she could see of the room, obviously suspicious, but perhaps not able to see as far as she might hope. His trove of trophies were plainly displayed, each on their own short pedestal, and not what one might expect of a dragon. Instead of piled gold and jewels and crowns, he had mostly magical artefacts that were more beautiful than useful and works of art, paintings and statuary, things more of cultural significance than monetary value, though they were all still valuable. Curiosity seemed to overcome her caution, though not enough for her to rush into the room. She began to creep inwards, her head still swivelling all about in anticipation of a trap, but she also made a mistake quite common to ground-dwelling creatures: she failed to look up.

He watched as she neared the first plinth and took the time to read the placard affixed to it, a bust in the likeness of one of the local kingdom's former rulers, one who had been famed as a philanthropist and a kind monarch. He had to suppress a chuckle when she scratched her head and looked around once more in obvious confusion, but then she began a careful examination of the stand, checking for any further traps. There were none, not here, or at least none that would be so easily located. As a last resort, he'd hidden and shrouded quite a few deadly devices and spells about the room, though he hadn't had need to use them and hoped that he never would; they'd make it quite an inhospitable environment afterwards, and he was rather fond of ths lair. Eventually the thief deemed it safe enough to try moving the statue, and shoved it into one of her bags. Then she made another mistake, one that he'd been waiting and hoping for. She cut across the room instead of following along the line of display stands, passing directly under his position.

The first thing he did was to activate an anti-magic field around her. However cautious she was, she must not have expected [i]that[/i] particular trick for she gasped when her bags began to spew out items in a flurry, and her goggles seemed to cease functioning. He let his grip go on the ceiling, plummeting towards the floor by the power of gravity, and landed atop her, pinning her with one foreclaw while he cancelled the previous spell. She cried out and struggled, but his weight and strength made keeping her in place quite a simple matter. Before she could recover and attempt an attack, he grasped her head in his other foreclaw and bore down on her mind with the power of his will, forcing his thoughts into her brain, overpowering her meager resistances easily. She fell limp, letting out a groan, and he released her once he was certain that any threat from the thief had passed. With a snap of his claws, he brought magical lights into existence to fill the cavern, and she cried out again, swiftly scrambling to remove her goggles.

He sat on his haunches and waited for her to clear her vision, considering a few poses that might best show off his majesty, then settled on simply rearing his head up and back to grin down at her. Hm, yes a little acidic drool dribbling onto the floor would certainly add to the effect. She no doubt expected to be eaten or disemboweled or some such by this point, despite the fact that his control rendered her next to helpless, but it never hurt to add a tinge of fear to any negotiations.

"I... I... s-sorry?" she stammered as she peered up at him, her eyes still watering from the change in lighting. "I th-thought you were... out..."

"Ah, yes, quite a useful little spell," he rumbled, putting a bit of growl into his voice. "A minor illusion used when I detect those that may wish to do me harm. Quite effective, as you may have noticed, and it allows for preparation and ambush. What's your name little thief?"

Her face screwed up as she tried to fight the compulsion, but it crumpled after only a few seconds. "Alice. My name is Alice."

"Not a very distinguished name, though I suppose not everyone can have their fame precede them. It may seem a rather simple and idiotic question, but why did you come here?"

She scoffed and gestured to him. "You're a dragon, why do you think I came here? Treasure, gold, a dragon's hoard, a king's ransom in wealth at my fingertips. At least..." She glanced around at his decidedly lackluster treasures. "Well, I kind of expected so, at least. You got a secret stash you're hiding somewhere? 'Cause this is a pretty pathetic hoard..."

He rumbled a growl and lowered his head so that he dribbled acid just past her feet, which she hastily retracted. "Yes, little thief, I [i]do[/i] have a secret stash, though I doubt that you'll find it any more valuable than these. Value is in more than simply the material a thing is made from or the power invested in it. Items can have value from what they stand for or represent, and I like to think that I'm a bit more refined than most of my brethren, though that always seems to be lost on [i]your[/i] kind. Why can't it ever be a librarian or historian that comes to rob me?"

"The fuck would one of those scholarly types be doing trying to raid a dragon's den?" she responded, and he rolled his eyes in disgust.

"Why indeed. Well, unless you have something of significance that I might find of interest..." He gestured to the displayed items as examples, and she pulled a face and shook her head. "Yes, I would suppose you'd sell anything you came across without considering what greater value it might have to a collector of aficionado. Very well, then. I'll just have to [i]give[/i] you something of significance, even if I do already have a few humans in my collection. Still, what harm one more? Strip, little thief, right down to the skin, if you please."

Her expression became alarmed as her hands began working at her armor and other trappings of their own accord, swiftly peeling off her equipment harness and protective leather. "What... what are you...? Oh, gods, no, you can't mean..."

He settled himself to lie before her, foreclaws crossed in front of him, and his stirring maleness hidden beneath his bulk. "Oh, yes I [i]can[/i] mean, little thief. Give us a turn once you're done undressing, will you? I'd like to see what I'm about to get myself into."

She paled and gulped, which only made him grin once more, but soon was bare as the day she was born and standing before him to spin in place. She wasn't exactly an amazing specimen, though probably nice enough as humans went, toned muscle tending more towards agility than strength, young-ish but old enough to have built up some experience in the world, skin that was probably fairer than it should be from skulking in the darkness, and mousey brown hair that looked rather soft, and he did enjoy a bit of softness from the humanoid females. He'd have to have her grow it out a bit more, though. The short trim she had given it to fit beneath her tight-fitting leather skullcap made her appear somewhat boyish.

"You can stop turning now," he advised as one of his kobolds came trotting from one of the rear caves carrying a metal collar, which he accepted with thanks. "Now, come kneel before me, little thief. Let's see if the accoutrements of your new profession suit you, shall we?"

She gulped as she began to move towards him on stiff legs, obviously fighting the compulsion. "Can't we talk about this? I can... I can get you things! Lots of things. Things like these. I've been in plenty of tombs, and they've always got crap laying around that is useless to sell, but you'd probably like them."

The dragon tsked his disapproval. "Now, there's the real difference between you and I. Not a single item in this room was stolen, all purchased or otherwise acquired through legitimate means. [i]I[/i] am [i]not[/i] a thief, unlike you who come to take what I have come honestly by. I don't really care if you believe it or not, and it matters little if you do. Because one bad turn deserves another, so I'm going to take something from you in compensation for your thievery and leave you with a treasure quite valuable to me at the same time."

"Please... don't..." she begged, tears beginning to trail down her cheeks as he reached out to clasp the collar around her neck. She jumped at the momentary heat as it sealed itself permanently into place and spread yet more magic through her, preparing her for what was to come. "Anything else, please?"

"Hmmmm... I think not. It wouldn't be very fair to the other thieves I've captured. Turn and present yourself, little thief, on all fours, please."

She began to weep openly as she turned her back to him and lowered herself down to hands and knees, and he wondered if it could be quite such an awful fate as all that. After all, there were quite a number of worse things he could do to her. This was by far the lesser punishment, and it piqued his curiosity as he moved to stand over her. He wrapped one foreclaw around her neck and shoulders to brace her as he adjusted his hips so that his erect shaft was just touching the tip against her nethers. A silent command to the slave collar sent a wave of heat through her that manifested in a sudden slickness between her legs, also providing a bit of healing magic that would prevent her from coming to harm during the process. Smaller beings were so [i]delicate[/i] in surprising ways while being so resilient in others.

His own natural lubrication joined with hers as he pressed himself inwards, and she gasped, squirming in his grasp with only a command to hold still preventing her from further struggles. He'd had less fight from some of the warriors that he'd ensnared, though he began to understand the cause of her concern when he felt a pressure against his head.

"A virgin, dear little thief?" he inquired, though he was already sure of the answer.

Still, the compulsion forced her to answer, "Yes..."

He let out a hungry growl and adjusted his stance, moving his hind claws further forward for better leverage, then ground against that inner pressure, teasing her and testing it for several seconds before giving a hard thrust that buried him to the slight bulge at the base of his member. She cried out, both in pain and pleasure, and he felt her quivering around him, grasping and clenching at his shaft. He was kind to his little breeders, if nothing else; the emotional pain of being taken against their will and having to bear his young was punishment enough to keep them from making the same mistake twice. He pulled back, letting the ridges along the underside of his maleness pluck at her entrance, feeling her squirm beneath him despite his order to remain still. It pleased him, even if part of the pleasure was magically enforced, and he slammed himself home again, feeling her tunnel expand slightly to better accommodate him more. Again he pulled back and buried himself in her, feeling his soft knot beginning to pass through her entrance, and gave two more hard thrusts so that she was pushing back the sheath around his base. With that done, and the first time was always the hardest, he was free to rut her more gently, using the skill gained over years to bring her to climax after climax.

He used every trick that he knew, ensuring that she enjoyed herself regardless of any inclinations otherwise, finding all the little spots within and without that brought her to the edge and over it. Eventually, he rolled onto his back to let her straddle him and told her to ride him to her own completion, and she did so without hesitation. It was quite enjoyable to watch her as she raised and lowered herself, pausing every so often to grind her groin to his, riding with abandon for several moments before taking those small rests to clench and milk at him. Eventually, though, he tired of the game and set his foreclaws around her waist, taking her at his own pace once more, driving his hips upwards into her as he pulled her down against him. His knot began to swell, and he seated himself fully inside of her as it ballooned, locking them together, and felt the relief and release as his seed began filling her.

She lay atop his stomach, panting with exhaustion and pleasure, and he lightly petted at her hair. It was as soft as he'd expected, and he made a note to have her grow it out.

"I... guess that wasn't so bad," the thief admitted. "So... how many times are you looking to breed me before my time's up?"

"Well, only this once, if you're absolutely certain that you don't want to stay. I don't like to keep guests for very much longer than they feel welcome. And once I'm sure that you've taken with my young, you [i]will[/i] be a guest. I'll leave a compulsion to carry and care for the child afterwards, if you'd prefer to leave instead, but you'll be free otherwise."

"Yeah... I guess this isn't so bad..."

He pulled free of her and set her on trembling legs before gesturing her to follow and heading deeper into the caves, taking her to the nesting area where the kobold warrens lay and his other acquisitions were in various stages of pregnancy or childcare. "Well, none of them have asked to leave yet, so I'd say it's not that bad at all."