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Sir Jayce tapped his sword on his shoulders. The castle grounds were quiet, aside from the soldiers that were running drills on the grounds in front of him, and the princess was safely tucked inside the stone fortress behind him.

Not that it mattered much.

He was an errant, a landless lord, and the fact that he had no home left him with a continually soured disposition. The king had promised him a fief for his own should he manage to train all the soldiers in both the qualities of combat and survival, and he had done both. However, the king had not provided his reward, demanding more improvements, which in turn meant that Jayce was forced to wait yet another month for his promised reward to be bestowed.

He knew that it would not happen, though. The king was not loved by his people. He had made enemies in nearly every neighboring land and he had lost nearly every town and tower associated with his reign. All that remained was a single city and the three surrounding villages, hovels of log and thatch that barely provided the food and arms for his tiny army.

And in some ways the peasants were better armed.

When Jayce had recommend that the king conscript fighters from the villages, he had been met with disgust first, and disdain second. The soldiers weren't from the local populace, they were mercenaries, and those that sold their services cheaply.

Jayce simply rubbed his forehead with his hand as one of the soldiers nearly beheaded himself with a worn and half-rusted halberd.

He was about to shout at the fool when the castle guards on watch started raising a clamor, screaming at the soldiers in the training field. That was the first sign that something was horribly, terribly wrong.

The second was the nova of fire, human flesh, and ash that erupted on the corner tower. Tongues of flame died in the air, a hazy pattern of smoke clawing in the wake of the debris, barely concealing the heavy impact of a creature at last three times their own size. A feminine, yet bestial voice clawed through the haze as a pair of golden eyes burned through the rippling barrier, "King Domus. Give what is owed to me."

"And you shall have it." The kind called, striding down the stairwell on which Sir Jayce stood. He raised a hand to the soldiers panicking in the field and commanded them to lay down their arms, his voice stern, as though he was speaking to a child, "Lady Grest. Calm yourself."

The massive creature hiding in the smoke fell to the ground before him, claws sinking into the soil as she narrowed her vision to include him and him alone. A dragon, massive, scaled, and reptilian, hissed as she lowered her head within inches of his body, "You took my eggs and scattered them to the four winds. What have you to ply me for calm?"

"A male, a minor lord indebted to me." The king, far quicker than his noble attire should have made possibly, darted behind Sir Jayce. His scepter fell upon the man's back as he twisted in horror, the impact of the lordly rod far greater than it should have ever been. The stairs and his armor conspired against him, forcing him to fall away from the king with a speed that would break his bones should he strike the earth.

In that moment of shock his head darted in search of salvation, and only found the dragon's eyes widening in a display of horror and disgust. Her hand found his leg and his sword clattered to the ground, his open helmet bashing upon the poorly wrought blade as it fell from his head. Stunned and dazed, he stared into the dragoness's eyes as her own snout snapped up towards the king and found him retreating behind his castle's metal doors, "I do not accept this tribute, Domus!"

"You hold him, Dragon! The deal is done." His sneering face disappeared behind the barrier before her burning phlegm could roast his skull, the sticky burning marks of her anger coating the surface a moment before she took wing and trailed her captive beneath her.

--

The impact of Sir Jayce's body against the cold stone of the cave was jarring and abrupt. Though he had possessed the fortitude to avoid fouling himself, he still shook with fear as he found his legs and placed them beneath his struggling form.

Righting himself, he saw the state of the dragoness's abode, a singular hovel carved into the side of a mountain in a place only a god would know where. He was about to make a comment about its size relative to her own when the air around the massive creature's body rippled and shimmered. Four legs became two, the forelimbs turning into powerful, two-fingered hands that gently flexed while her wings dissolved into the muscles in her back. The massive frills that adorned the sides of her head retained much of their size, the leathery flaps hanging over her shoulders much like the ears of a rabbit.

Her orange scales glimmered as the wave of her magic died away, the edges of each small shard of skin catching the diminished light of the cavern. Every contour that reflected across her body brought his eyes to her chest and the curve of her butt, to the large melons that shamelessly pressed before her figure and the massive tract of softness that followed behind.

Her reptilian face was covered in a scowl as she turned to the staring knight, then looked between his legs. Sir Jayce felt the uncomfortable tightness down below, but his fear of the reptilian woman had caught him, had kept him from drawing breathe as his member ached between his legs.

The roll of the woman's eyes reflected just how unimpressed she was, "Strip."

"I-I'm sorry?" He managed to stammer in response. A moment later the woman exhaled, fire pouring over his body in a stream. The leather that covered his abdomen burned away, as did the straps that kept the plates attached to his body. With no support, both those plates and the chainmail patches that protected his body fell away, exposing him to the world in full, the dragoness's powerful flames somehow failing to burn away his hair or his flesh.

Her hand closed around his ankle as her eyes flashed with sadistic interest. His body slid across the ground as she took step after step, Jayce helpless as his eyes became glued to the big, soft spheres of her ass. The texture of the stone against his back, smoothed by the constant inflow of rainwater over thousands of years, gave him sense of mind to protest, "Hey! Let me go!"

"Silence, toy!" Her voice cut through the air of the cavern. The knight immediately ceased his protests, only to scream as her wrist snapped forward and an unbelievable strength sent him sailing through the air. He passed through a narrow entryway carved in the cavern walls, his form twisting at the height of his arc, his body slamming against a padded mass the size of a pond. The bedding, so soft that his body sank into it fully, left him ill-prepared for the snarling mass that fell on top of him.

The dragoness's claws fit perfectly around his neck, her digits keeping him pinned to the bed while her hips poised over his own. She released a thoughtful sound from her lips, looking over her shoulder as she did so, her other hand slipping down to cup her ass and keep her legs spread.

It was in that moment that Jayce looked down between her legs. Her soft, sensual lips hovered over his cock, a little shift of her body catching the tip of his member and lifting it up, allowing only friction and the slow swelling of his desire to keep that shaft trapped on her sex. His languid throb made her smile, her white teeth glimmering in a nearly feral display of passionate joy and possessive desire.

She didn't lower her hips, only kept the subject of her attention pinned between her legs. Instead, she slowly slipped her body forward and back, teasing that cock with her pussy lips, making the man beneath her squirm and push upwards in sexual desperation. His reward was a snarl, one that only grew more intense as his hands rose to grab her hips, to stroke her legs.

"Look, don't touch!" she shouted into his face. Her other hand closed around his neck, adding to the pressure, making him gasp as his hips were forced to rise, then fall. His hands pulled away, resting at his sides despite how badly he wanted to squeeze the soft curves and her orange scales.

A solid slam of her thighs against his hips ended that notion. Her hands found his wrists and forced them to his sides, leaving Jayce pinned and helpless beneath her. Her heated vent wrapped around his dick as she descended, her curves wobbling as she forcefully took him in to the hilt, then began to squirm. She felt like living fire as she moved, every inch of her body encouraging him to thrust up into her as her heated depths felt like they would singe and burn his manhood if he dared to resist.

Their mating was furious and base, her body pounding him into the mattress of her bed as she slammed her hips downward again and again as if to test which would break first: his bones or the mattress beneath them. Every impact sent her massive chest jiggling, her full weight coming down onto her captured lover's body, her ass slapping against his nutsack as she claimed him for her own use.

Then suddenly her head tipped back, her massive chest pressing forward as if on display, her regal stature and arched back giving the knight a view of the bottom curve of her tits. In this pose the man was finally able to take in the full details of her body, the soft contours that the curvaceous reptile possessed; her thin waist and massive tits only the start of her gratuitous figure. Combined with her broad, sensual butt, the thin sculpture of her arms, and the exotic thickness of her legs, she was every ounce as beautiful as she was terrifying as she moved her hands up to his neck.

That terror and the pressure of her talons upon his throat was all that kept him from succumbing to the bliss of her thermal orgasm.

The reptilian woman hissed in pleasure as her scalding hot pussy juices flowed over his sac, her body finally relenting as the tension that had been ever-present in her body melted away. Those clawed fingers lightly squeezed his neck as she bent forward and touched her lips to his own, her lidded eyes searching his own as she slipped one hand along his body.

She only spoke when she felt his ballsack, when she filled her palm with his hot and heavy flesh and gave it a squeeze to measure his desire. The thick stream of precum that poured into her tunnel told her just how much he wanted to fill her womb, "Mmm, human. Why don't you seed me?"

Jayce only shuddered and lifted his legs, pressing in deeper into the woman while his hands squirmed between his hips and her knees. He knew better than to grab handfuls of her flesh already, and the weight kept him from moving in a way she did not desire, "You didn't ask me to."

The dragoness's eyes widened at that statement, her body rising up as she stared at him. A puff of smoke left her snout, ejected in thin streams from her nostrils as she stared into his eyes. A moment later she was laughing, her grip on the knight's neck broken, the flesh of his throat an angry and throbbing red from both the pressure and the slowly-burning heat that radiated from her body.

She had no words as her entire form trembled, her sex squeezing and squirming as she wriggled atop his body. Tears flashed to steam as she struggled to breathe, her temperature rising ever higher as her face began to glow with an awe-inspiring heat. Suddenly she spasmed once more, her spine arching as she opened her mouth in a silent scream, her saliva and pussy juices smearing over her tortured lover and clinging to his chest and groin like globs of melted wax.

"Ah, you're too good for that selfish king. Too loyal by far." She crooned as her eyes crossed in bliss, as her hands rose up her flat belly and cupped her gratuitous tits before Jayce's eyes. She squeezed them slowly, a burbling stream of reptilian milk frothing on the tips of her nipples, "Ah, no. You belong to me now, slave."

With that she thrust her body against him, covering his face in her tits. Her hands, holding her nipples, forced the tiny nubs into his mouth as her sex slowly squirmed and squeezed, every inch of her body striving to cook him alive. And yet the milk that hissed as it escaped from her nipples was as cold as ice, and as it filled the knight's mouth he found himself gulping and suckling and slurping in desperation. Her hands kneaded over her fat breastmeat as he did so, forcing out an ever-growing stream of frozen fluids into his mouth, forcing him to swallow it all down as his hands finally succumbed to his desires.

He found her ass and grabbed hold, sinking his digits so far into his flesh that it would leave a bruise on a lesser woman. Her scales conformed to the fatty flesh underneath her hide as he forced himself deeper and deeper inside her, as he slammed his sac against her ass in desperate and feral bliss. He was going to seed her, to claim her, and he snarled into her breasts like a rabid beast as she grinned and bit his ears and shoulders in feral satisfaction.

"Yes, yes. Give me it. Give me eggs!" She screamed again and again, filling her cave with the cries of their lust, the repeated and rhythmic sound of his ballsack paddling her ass, spreading her waxy fluids across her jiggling thighs and hips only encouraging him to rut inside he like an animal.

And he was. He was her animal, her pet, her squeezing hand on his ballsack let Jayce know that for every moment. She could rip him apart in a moment's notice, devour him whole.

And the thought of breeding such a creature, such a powerful beast, pulsed in his mind like a spreading root. His nuts tensed as he felt her heartbeat surround his head, her meaty tits closing him off from the world and letting him hear only the sound of her insides aching and throbbing with desire. A moment later he was emptying his load into her hungry vent, his cockhead prodding her cervix as his seed bloated her womb with fresh and healthy nut.

He barely was aware of what he had done as he succumbed to heatstroke and fell into darkness.

--

The armor made from his mistress's discarded plates and scales was simultaneously light and durable. It was also silent, the rasp of leather being the only thing that would give him away in the night.

He smiled at the suit of armor as he patted it down, only to feel a warm presence behind him. The soft dome of a pregnant belly worked into his lower back while the soft and expansive breasts of a pregnant mother worked into his shoulders. He had no words as his mistress tilted up his head and kissed him upon his lips.

She was happy with him, sated by his carnal desires and his instinctual need to serve her. He took the minor burns he received during their couplings as a mark of honor and pride, and the milk that lay within her tits would heal them within the hour.

Every scratch she gave to his flesh was another mark of his desire for her, to see her pleased.

So as her fingers slid a scaled collar around his neck and tugged gently on a leash, he had no other thought than to sate her needs, to join her on her bed and fill her again and again, as many times as her soft curves desired.