The Offering
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'The Offering'
by mythrat
The forest sped away beneath the great beast, giving way to the wide grasslands and finally the outlying farms of Westlund Hold, the cool wind whirring softly over the huge leathery wings as they beat in a steady rhythm against the evening air. It was a pleasant contrast, the air of the coming night and the warmth of the fading sun, the rocks would surely hold the pleasant heat of the day for a long while and that sent a rumble of anticipation up the long neck from the huge thick-scaled chest. Not that the great dragon wasn't already anxious to reach his destination, he'd been waiting for quite a long time for this day and had flown non-stop from his home high in the mountains as soon as he'd been sent word from the castle.
The peasants below fled in terror, grabbing children and ducking into their homes. The great black beast paid them no mind, he flew on to the castle, landing in the large stone courtyard, his scaly bulk making the ground tremble. "Bring me your king," he demanded of one of the guards, the hissing rumble of his voice enough to send the soldier off immediately. The dragon arranged himself comfortably while he waited, sitting back on his muscled haunches and wrapping his long tail around his flanks, the tip waving impatiently. He dropped his great horned head down level with the aging king's as the old man walked out to him. "You sent a messenger to my mountain," he said, a pleased tone in his voice, "He said you had a gift for me."
"Yes, great lord," the king answered, a bit shakily, "We owe you tribute for the year's peace but the harvest was not as good as we had expected and we had no cattle or sheep to spare for you. We left what we could spare at the post as we always do." He bowed, hoping for the best. "I pray it is sufficient to ensure your mercy."
The dragon snorted, rather offended but.. perhaps he should see what it was they had to offer before he turned his nose up at it. "I suppose..." he grumbled, "If you have nothing else. I'll inspect this tribute and you will know by tomorrow whether or not it has pleased me." He didn't bother waiting for a reply before he pushed off the ground and into the air again, banking toward the eastern edge of the town and small clearing in the woods.
The clearing was old as was the huge circle of stones nestled in it, a large slab of polished granite in the center. It had probably been a holy place to some culture but it had been long abandoned when the town was built and made for a convenient offering plate for the dragon. They'd driven iron poles into the ground, each one fitted with five or so rings around the top edge and these they used to secure the livestock and captured game they usually appeased the beast's appetite with, latching the most prized animal to the pole directly behind the granite slab, quite literally putting it on a platter for him. But today there were no fat cows waiting for him, nor tender young lambs, not even crates of chickens. Bound, gagged, blindfolded, and chained to the poles were nearly a dozen of the town's own young people, not one of them older than twenty, the dragon guessed. The great black beast had eaten humans before and despite having so little meat on them for their size, they were surprisingly tasty, and these were so nicely prepared, already stripped naked, freshly bathed, and with their hair cropped short. Still, he decided he wouldn't make up his mind as to whether it was satisfactory until he'd eaten them.
He unhooked the heavy chain of one nicely muscled young man and carefully removed the gag the boy had on. A spout of pleas and whimpers immediately shot out of his mouth, quite an irritating sound really, and the dragon ignored them, pushing the human flat forward and pinning him easily with one claw to investigate. He would've liked a bit more struggling but the ropes binding the man's wrists behind his back proved quite sturdy and dragon's claws too big and trying to pull the bonds loose only resulted in a sick popping sound as both his shoulders were dislocated. Not much struggling to be had for it but it did make him scream wonderfully, which only made the others still chained up more terrified, a few of the women even screamed. The dragon quickly grew bored and turned the young man over onto his back, his arms twisted grotesquely above his head now and his pleas having devolved into a pathetic whimper. The large reptile pinned the boy's arms and drove the point of one claw through his chest and dragging carefully downward, splitting him open right down the middle and spilling the human's juicy innards out onto the grass. The hysterical shrieks of pain didn't last very long, although the dragon noted with some satisfaction that the young man was still screaming as he began eating the still-steaming flesh.
He knew of a human expression which said 'don't play with your food' and he couldn't for the life of him understand why it would be so deplorable to be entertained by one's meal, because these certainly were that. The scaly creature thoroughly enjoyed having fun with the little humans before or even as he devoured them. He detached one chain from the poll and held it up, delighted by the way the man at the end of it wiggled and gasped, his small fleshy penis standing out straight and hard as the rope around his neck slowly strangled him. The dragon gulped him down, hardly bothering to chew and moved on to the next. The males seemed hardier but the females screamed for longer, especially if he bothered to play with them first. He picked one up by her legs and held them further and further apart until there came the tell-tale pop and crunch of the joints being torn from their sockets which drew out a lovely shriek. The scream only grew louder when he drove his thick tongue into the soft opening between them and again when he licked at her roughly and slowly, the tiny stiff barbs on his tongue abrading off a layer of skin with every pass until the whole of her groin was a bloody ruin. It took him so long to do, however, that by the time he got to the point of inserting a claw to rip her in half, she was too exhausted and too much in shock to give a satisfactory scream; he made sure to be more careful with the next one.
He spent nearly half the night torturing and eating the two-legged offerings but paused at the one remaining, chained to the granite slab, the piece he always saved for last. He dropped his great horned head down to sniff at the female, this one the youngest of the bunch, and was surprised when she hardly flinched, much less screamed in terror as the others had done. He removed the gag from her mouth, accidentally cutting across her cheek in his haste and even that drew no sound from her. She was trembling but that was hardly enough for him.
"Are you not afraid, child?" he rumbled, his bloody maw only inches from her face, "You've heard the others screaming as I tore at them, fed on their flesh while they still breathed?"
"I-I have heard, great lord," she said in a quivering voice.
"And you know that I'm about to do the same to you?" he pressed, wondering why she wasn't yet pissing herself in terror, "Perhaps worse now that I've had a few hours' practice? How can you not be afraid? I might pop all your joints, rip off parts of you, violate you in every way, or maybe I'll tear out your little asshole and slowly suck out your intestines... and yet you don't scream at my mere presence?"
The tiniest of whimpers escaped her but she held her composure otherwise. "Please, great lord, do what you will with me," she said, "I will try my best to satisfy you. I have volunteered my life so my people might be spared your wrath. If your wish is to torture me to death, I s-swear I will keep alive and conscious as long as I can so may have as much enjoyment from it as possible. I ask only that you accept our offering and leave us in peace this year."
"You came willingly to die? To be torn apart and devoured?" The dragon was slightly perplexed, he'd never known humans to act this way especially not the females, they were usually the first to run yet this one walked toward certain death without flinching; it was impressive. "How old are you, little human?" he asked, "What is your name?"
The girl seemed very confused for a moment but answered. "My name is Andrea, my lord," she said, "I just saw my seventeenth summer."
"Doesn't your king have a daughter with your name?" he asked, his belly full enough to allow his curiousity to win out for the moment.
"I am she, great lord," the quivering girl explained, sounding ashamed of the fact, "I have five sisters older than me, all arranged to be wed but there is no one left in the region for me to marry so my father decided I should serve my people by appeasing you and I have accepted that duty."
The black beast mused quietly and rearranged himself, more amused by this conversation than he might have been by tearing her apart, and laid down on his belly on the blood soaked grass, resting his head on his claws on the stone slab. "My sire didn't think I was terribly useful either," he said with a sigh, deciding to take off the girl's blindfold as well, "I was the runt in my clutch. He tried to eat me because I was smaller and weaker than my siblings. I got the last laugh, though," He chuckled, a rumbling, terrifying sound to the little human, "I went far away and now I have my own kingdom and he's dead, his territory taken by a rival who killed all my siblings to make my dam raise a new clutch."
"Oh, I'm so sorry for her," the young woman said, not entirely sure if consolation was proper to a dragon for such a thing, "but yes, it does prove your great strength and cunning, my lord."
"You're flattering me," he snorted.
"No! No, it's very much the truth," she insisted quickly, "I can see that you are very strong and proud and with good reason."
"Oh? I impress you, little human?" he purred, showing off his many sharp teeth, "This-," he spread out his wings, the flight muscles in his shoulders, chest, and back rippling with the movement, and waved his long tail about, and flexed his claws, digging great gouges in the earth, "-is something you find worth admiring?"
"Well... yes, you are a very beautiful creature."
"Beautiful even though you know I still mean to kill you and eat you?" he said, laying down again and snapping his jaws at her.
"Beauty can be terrifying," she admitted, trying not to whimper, "I saw a jungle cat once tear a man to pieces in the arena but I couldn't help thinking the animal was still lovely."
"You are a strange one, Lady Andrea," he said with another disturbing chuckle, "You amuse me. Perhaps I won't eat you," he said thoughtfully, "Though what else I could use you for..." An idea came to him that was, he thought, perfect to satisfy both his wish to keep her and his wish to torment her, and just the thought had him licking his scaly lips. "Tell me, Andrea... do you bleed yet?"
Of all the reactions he might have gotten the bright blush that coloured her creamy cheeks was not one he expected. "I, well... I- yes, my lord," she finally got out past her embarrassment, "Since three years ago."
"Good, then you will do for what I have planned for you now," he said, pulling the chain that held her off the pole as he stood. She flinched slightly and whimpered, biting her lip to stifle the sound, though she screamed when his jaws opened and came toward her. Instead of chomping her in half as she expected, they closed gently around her and he simply picked her up and launched himself into the air. Strangely she was more afraid of the height that the fact that she was being held in a dragon's mouth, presumably taking her back to his lair in the mountains. She was already stiff from being tied up at the post for so long and the icy wind biting at her exposed face and lower legs was nearly unbearable and by the time they landed again, her legs were painfully numb all the way down to her toes. It was an odd contrast, the chilling numbness in her legs and her face and the burning sting of the tiny scratches left across her bare breasts and belly by the tiny barbs on his tongue.
He carried her toward the back of his lair and dropped her carefully on a soft pile of furs and silks before he turned to the large pile of treasure on the other side of the room, a mix of coins, gems, weapons, books, even bits of armour... some of which still had the bones of the last men to wear them inside. He came back with an ornate looking dagger and dropped that in front of her. "Cut your bonds," he ordered, turning again and this time leaving the room. It took some work but she managed to get the knife blade around behind her and cut the ropes, doing the same with the one that held the iron chain to her neck. Her skin had been rubbed raw by the rope but, all things considered, it could be much worse. When the dragon came back again, he dropped half a deer carcass at her feet and then went to curl up on the treasure pile, ordering "Eat," as his did so.
The young woman grimaced at the broken and bloody corpse, eyes rotted white and the bloated tongue protruding grotesquely from the gaping mouth. It was all she could do to keep from being sick at the sight of it. The dragon cocked his horned head curiously at her.
"Chained up in the cold for three days and you're not hungry?" he snorted.
"No, I'm sorry, I don't mean to seem ungrateful and I am very hungry I just-," she paused to cut off another dry gag, "It's very... raw."
"Oh..." he'd simply forgotten that small detail and got up for a moment to pull the carcass to the center of the room. He ripped the head off and split what was left of the ribcage open, took a great hissing breath and let out an impressively well-controlled jet of flame, roasting the meat in mere moments. He shoved the still sizzling meat back over to her with a nod and then curled back up on his treasure pile, apparently intending to sleep for the moment and leave her to her own devices.
Sure enough he was rumbling steadily in slumber only a few minutes later. Andrea eyed the steaming carcass for a moment but decided it was better than starving and took the knife in hand, trying to find and cut off the pieces that looked the most edible. There was actually quite a lot left on the animal and she was soon full but still quite naked and freezing cold as a result. With the dragon asleep she thought it safe enough to take a look around, exploring the lair. There wasn't much to it though, only four other chambers aside from the one she had just been in and none of them with any clothes. She settled for wrapping herself up in a couple of the furs from the pile. Full and warm, it wasn't long before she herself fell asleep.
She awoke to a strange sound and, forgetting for a moment in that half-sleep where she was, she jumped slightly at the sight of the black scaly beast just across the room. Though it was hard for her to stay afraid for long, in fact it was hard for her to keep from giggling. The dragon, this great and terrible beast, was currently in the rather comical position of trying to reach the middle of his back between his wings. He had his neck twisted around as far as it would go and his long, rough tongue stuck out and straining to rasp over the difficult spot, and all the rest of him stretched and strained at odd angles in an attempt to get his back closer to his tongue.
It was finally a bit too much and she couldn't help laughing quietly. The sound startled the huge beast and he whirled around so fast that he caught the hinge of a wing on one of his horns and had to take a moment to untangle himself and nearly tripped in the process before he could glare at her properly. "You're mocking me, you little fiend!" he snapped.
"No, my lord, I'm sorry," she said quickly, "The position just... I had a cat once that used to do the same thing and it was funny. You reminded me of that, is all."
He didn't seem entirely convinced but was willing to let it pass. "You've covered yourself," he said with a scowl.
"I was just very cold from the wind and being so high up," she explained, not sure why it upset him.
"Well it's daylight now, warmer," he snipped, "I want you bare before me at all times unless I give you permission to do otherwise." He was pleased with how quickly she complied, shrugging off the furs she'd been bundled in as he stepped over to her. He sniffed at her for a moment and closely examined every bit of her, amused by the way she trembled whenever he got near something sensitive like her neck or her nipples, standing stiff in the cool air, or the warm flesh between her legs, especially that. Just to make her squirm he lingered there a bit longer than anywhere else, rubbing against her fresh womanhood with the rough pad of one claw. She bit her lip to keep from making any sound and he grinned a little at the effort. "I thought females liked being touched here," he taunted her quietly, "Even dragon females enjoy this sort of attention... do you not like it?"
"I think- ohhh, I don't know," she groaned softly, "I've never..." He chuckled slightly and stopped, letting her sit back down on the furs. She was trembling, unsure what to make of his attention. "My lord, what... may I ask what you intend to do with me?" she asked in a fit of boldness.
"Oh there's that feisty nature I'm so counting on," he said with a toothy grin as he laid down in front of her, head resting on the cool stone. "I have an interesting problem, dear lady," he explained, "As successful as I might be here, there are no females in my territory for my accomplishments to impress and the few females outside it are either held by bigger males or are too far away for me to risk leaving my home long enough to fetch." Andrea could almost guess where this line of thinking was going but it was too terrifying to admit to. "So I intend to try mating with you and see if anything comes of it. I don't know if we're compatible enough to breed or even if you'll survive the experience but I think it worth trying," he went on, "And you will submit to me or I will destroy every last one of your people before your very eyes." The little gasp of fear she gave said well enough that she understood. "Good, now..." he grabbed one edge of the furs and dragged the whole pile, and her on it, to the middle of the room and stood over her. "Lie on your back," he ordered, "I'll have to get you ready for me or I may split you in half." He growled when she didn't comply immediately, not caring one whit for the quiet sobs that shook her. "You remember my warning, lady Andrea? You said yourself you were willing to suffer for the sake of your people now lie on your back or I may change my mind about keeping you alive."
The young woman tried to quiet her tears, leaning helplessly against the thick scale-plates of his chest. She hadn't been afraid to die, even in such terrible pain, but this for some reason was so much more frightening. "My lord, please," she begged quietly.
"Don't make me ask again," he warned, "I have no compunctions about forcing you to comply. Now do as I say, girl!"
She took a deep, shuddering breath and nodded. "Can... can I at least know your name, my lord?" she asked, trying to keep her teeth from chattering with her fear.
"Why do you want it? It's not as if having it will gain you anything."
"Please, I just want to know it," she said, "Humans usually give each other their names before... that. It... it would be nice to know yours if I'm to belong to you like this."
The black scaled creature snorted but didn't see the harm in complying. "Salthos," he said, "My name is Salthos. Now will you do as I say?"
She said nothing but did as he'd ordered and lay back on the furs. She was trembling all over, like a leaf in a gale, but she forced herself not to move or try to get away. He laid himself down on the stone, tucking his wings in and curling his tail about him to make himself comfortable. She whimpered quietly as he took hold of her legs and held them apart but sobbed outright when she saw him extending his tongue. "AH, no, please!" she begged, having to exert all her will not to try to squirm out of his grip, "Please don't!" She winced as he tightened his grip on her, threatening to snap the bones.
"You already agreed, dear lady," he growled, "Are you going to obey me or aren't you?"
"No, no, I will, just please... some other way," she pleaded, "You'll tear me up with all those barbs..." She still bore the light scratches from when he'd carried her here and it was enough to make him pause for just a moment.
"No," he said finally, "I will do it this way but I will relax them as much as I can, try not to damage you." Tears still ran down her face but she seemed to resign herself to it. Again the scaly mouth opened and again the thick, pointed tongue snaked toward her. She shut her eyes, bracing herself for the pain she was sure was coming and gasped at the first touch of the warm, wet appendage pressing against her skin. Far from painful, it felt strangely good as he licked gently between her legs, the tiny barbs firm enough to be felt but not hard and stinging as they had been before. She trembled, no longer in abject terror but from the strange, unfamiliar pleasure of feeling his tongue stroke her in long, slow motions. The softer barbs tickled her little asshole, made her labia swell with a welcome heat, and gave her clit strong but gentle stimulation. Some new urge, a terrifying, wonderful, unbearable something began coiling in her, building ever so slowly toward a strange, almost desperate wanting. Andrea had never felt it before but it made her heart race until her own pulse and ragged breathing were the only sounds she could hear. That new something came a little closer and she moaned loudly, fingers gripping the soft furs beneath her and her legs spread wider seemingly of their own accord the same way she felt her hips rising to meet his tender ministrations but couldn't recall consciously wanting to.
"So... you do enjoy this sort of attention," the dragon purred, amused at the soft sound of anguish that escaped her as he stopped licking her, "Ready for more?"
"Yes!" she gasped, writhing in his grip, trying to get closer to him. Her mind cleared a little as some of the euphoria faded and she quivered in fear again but it was calmer this time, the easy sort of fear every virgin has with their first lover. "Please... it feels good."
Salthos rumbled quietly in his chest, a content sort of sound, and again pressed his rough tongue against her, continuing with his long, slow strokes for another minute longer, enjoying it nearly as much as she was. She didn't taste like a dragon but it was pleasant enough, especially as she grew more and more aroused. He was honestly, pleasantly, surprised that she could enjoy such stimulation and that her anatomy seemed to be reasonably similar to females of his own kind, hers was simply more delicate.
He stopped again, much to her very vocal frustration, assuming -apparently correctly so- that she was very close to climaxing. He hadn't needed to keep his grip on her for a while but he took hold of her again, and this time, not only did she not fight his grip, she actually seemed further aroused by it. Pleased with her willingness, the dragon gave one last lick and then slowly pushed the tapered tip of his tongue inside her. She gasped and moaned, surprised at the new pleasant sensation, her legs spreading wide to invite him further, even as she flinched and cried out at the pain of him tearing her maidenhead. The taste of blood surprised him and he stopped, pulling back. Dragons didn't have a hymen and he was worried he might have injured her but she only encouraged him on, the pain of it already fading.
"Please, it's alright," she panted, "it's just because I'm a virgin. It stings but I'm not hurt, please..." she spread her legs wide for him, raising her hips invitingly, "please, keep going."
Salthos looked doubtful but went back to his task, again pushing his tongue inside her and , finding no more resistance, slowly moved deeper and deeper into her young body, the ever increasing width of his tongue slowly stretching her tight pussy more and more. A full half an hour of this had her near the end of her endurance but still breathlessly urging him on, straining for that elusive climax he never seemed willing to grant. He, however, had finally found the deepest part of her, the warmth of his tongue filling her completely and she was practically in tears with the pleasure of it.
"Please! Ohhh pleeeaaaseee, just -ahhh!- a little more!" she begged in desperation, her quick, shallow breaths barely enough to form the words.
Salthos could only guess that she wasn't as sensitive inside as she was out, another dissimilarity from his own kind. He found the soft little pearl of flesh that was the seat of her pleasure and rubbed gently as he could with the rough pad of his thumb-claw. She groaned, her back arching as her pulse rose dramatically, her breathing turned so ragged and frantic she couldn't form anything more coherent than short gasping cries of rising pleasure that finally built into one long scream of ecstasy. He enjoyed the feeling of her body pulsing and gripping at him, unable to help imagining what that would feel like around his cock, especially as her orgasm lasted so much longer than any dragon female he'd had; it took her nearly three minutes to calm completely and even then she was still left trying to catch her breath. He licked at her gently while she settled and even as oversensitive as she was, she couldn't bear to tell him to stop.
He got up for a moment, leaving her alone on the furs, while she waited for her ears to stop ringing, shivering slightly as the sweat on her skin made the cool air even chillier. The dragon came back again, helped her to sit up and arranged himself so she could lean back against him, then handed her what was, for her anyway, a huge goblet full of hot sweet wine.
"Drink," he ordered quietly, "When you've rested for a few minutes, we'll continue."
"C-continue?" she stammered breathlessly, "I'm already so tired, weirdly numb in places, I can barely move my legs!"
"Drink, it will help," he said sharply, "How many times must I say something before you'll obey me, hm? I don't like repeating myself."
Andrea quickly did as she was told and drank as much as she could, noticing after only a few sips how the warmth of it seeped into every part of her, it was invigorating and yet made her feel strangely fuzzy and slightly detached from things but not quite the way wine normally did. She couldn't quite place it but before she really had time to think about it, he'd taken the empty cup from her hands and laid her back on the furs again. She didn't bother resisting as he spread her legs, though she wondered vaguely why he was holding as tightly as he was... as if she would try to get away now when he'd made her feel so good. "Dear Salthos," she giggled, "I'm beginning to think you slipped something into that drink."
"I did," he admitted easily, "Otherwise I think this would be rather more... unpleasant for you."
"What do you me-ahhhh! Ohhh yessss..." she didn't get to finish, nor did she care, because her thoughts were interrupted by his tongue pushing into her again, "Oh yes, deeper! Ah! More! More!"
The dragon obliged, pushing deep and pulling back out again, gently dragging the softened barbs against her insides and then thrusting deep into her again. He had her nearly worked to the brink of another climax but the euphoria of it was crimped slightly when he went a little too deep and made her flinch. "Ah! Ow... careful... please," she groaned, still too steeped in bliss for it to have really hurt, until he did it a second time, apparently the move was purposeful. "Salthos... what are you-Ahn!- doing? That hurts!"
"I'm sure it does," he said, unconcerned by her current discomfort, "It would be much worse if I hadn't drugged the wine. Accommodating my girth is one thing," he went on, "but you you'll have to accommodate the full length of me as well. I will be as gentle as I can, as I said I don't want to damage you, but this will take longer than the last and you're going to undoubtedly be very sore afterward."
He held a bit tighter to her and again pressed deeper, and even though it was just with the very tip of his tongue it still hurt, the highest spikes of pain breaking through to her senses even dulled as they were by the effects of whatever he'd slipped her. "Relax," he purred encouragingly, "and try to keep still as much as you can, don't hold your breath." He could tell she was trying to do as he said though it didn't help as much as he'd hoped. Females of his own kind were built for this sort of thing, her womb, however, seemed to greatly object to being so rudely intruded, but if she was ever to take him he would have to get her used to it. The dragon was patient, pushing firmly and retreating gently again and again, pleased that she'd at least given up begging him to stop and simply did her best to endure, mostly.
"Ahn! No! Oh gods, please, I can't!" she cried wearily as he pushed against her deeper entrance again. He ignored her and tried again, pressing harder and harder, not letting up this time, determined to force her body to give in to him. At last, he got a small reward for all his work as the slender tip of his tongue finally pierced her. Andrea let out a short scream which grew as he pressed further inside, slowly forcing her cervix to spread as he pushed deeper and deeper. If not for the stone-solid grip he hand on her hips, she would have been writhing even more forcefully. He went on for so long her body began to force her to accept the pain as pleasure, lest she pass out from it, she couldn't tell anymore if she wanted him to stop or spread her wider.
Finally, he stopped pressing any deeper, though he didn't retreat either. He hadn't known it would hurt her as much as it did but he also couldn't deny that he'd enjoyed her screams, especially once she'd lost track of whether or not it was actually painful. He might have pushed deeper but he was fairly certain she was stretched to her limit so he simply held where he was and amused himself by moving his tongue inside her, he even moved his tail around to raise her head up so she could watch her own belly move as he tasted the deepest parts of her. Once he was certain she'd relaxed a little he pulled his tongue out of her quickly and slowly pushed in again, glad to see that she spread easily now, though it was still enormously painful. He repeated the move a few more times until it was as easily penetrated as the rest of her and she didn't scream as loudly.
"I think you're ready for me now," he rumbled, anxious to finally get his own enjoyment. He picked her up and carried her the short distance to the treasure pile, shaping the mass to support her and even lining it with one of the furs before arranging her in it. His poor cock had gone neglected for so much of the day that it almost seemed to have lost interest entirely but that was solved easily enough and he was quickly as hard as the stone he stood on. He ran his tongue over his lips as he eyed the pretty little cunt before him savoring the sight for a moment before he took his place and slowly pushed his throbbing shaft into her. He nearly came right then, just feeling her silky heat envelope him. Even after working her for so long, his tongue could hardly compare to the size of his ridged cock and she was still so wonderfully tight.
Andrea gave a soft cry as he entered her, the head of him was tapered, the very tip of it only about as big as two of her fingers but it flared dramatically as it met with the thick shaft and she could feel it was barbed like his tongue, only these were much larger and quite soft, concentrated in two rings, one just behind the flare of the glans and the other at the base of the shaft. She could feel him stretching her even more but even as sore as she was, it felt strangely good to be so completely filled by him. She couldn't help the short cry of pain that escaped her as he thrust his cock through her cervix but it wasn't as bad as it might have been had he not gone to the trouble of stretching her first and she couldn't but feel grateful for it. A low rumble of pleasure sounded deep in his black scaled chest as he pulled out of her almost completely and slowly thrust in again, he was going to take his time and really enjoy the feeling of her but a desperate murmur interrupted his lusty zen.
"What?"
"On my back, please, let me... let me be on my back," she got out in a groaning whisper as he pulled out of her again. He was curious why but was willing to oblige her and gently turned her on her back. "Ah! Yes! Oh gods, it's so- AaahhhI can see you in meee," she groaned and gasped and panted as he hilted himself in her. One of her hands was on her belly, petting the gentle bulge of his cock as he thrust into her womb. "More! Ah, Salthos, more! It's so good! Don't stop!"
The dragon wasn't sure when she'd started enjoying it so much but he wasn't about to question it and finally settled into a steady rhythm, pushing every inch of his cock into her with every stroke even as he drew close to his climax. His thrusts came quicker but were just as deep and for some reason it was incredibly pleasing that she still kept one hand on her belly and watched as he filled her completely every time. Her other hand, he noticed after a few moments, was down playing with her clit but the closer she got to the peak of pleasure the more she lost focus on what her fingers were doing. He wanted to feel her come with him and gladly bent his long neck down to lick at her little pearl. She groaned at first, slightly disappointed that his efforts blocked her view of him fucking her but that vanished quickly as the orgasm that had been just barely out of her reach all this time finally rushed at her head on.
The pleasure was so intense she nearly blacked out as she screamed again and again in gloriously painful ecstasy. Every muscle contracting around his cock, pulling and squeezing him in waves finally sent him over the edge and he roared with his climax, still pounding into her as he filled her, spilling his precious seed directly into her womb. The barbs she had enjoyed so much earlier quickly stiffened as he spent himself in her, locking the head of his still throbbing length deeply inside her as her cervix contracted around him, the second set around the base of his shaft tying him to her completely.
"Oh yesss," he hissed in pleasure at feeing the tie take hold, "You are completely mine now. No one else will ever have you."
Andrea was still panting heavily, trying to catch her breath as the screaming high of her orgasm faded and let the soreness of her earlier abuse set in as well as the pain of him still lodged so deeply in her. "Gods... I'd never imagined- oh, it hurts so much," she got out between ragged gasps for air, "It feels like you're splitting me in two!"
"Yes, I'm sure it's very painful," he purred, running his tongue over her belly and up between her breasts and along her neck, enjoying the taste of her skin and sweat and sex. "Especially as the wine is probably beginning to wear off, I imagine it will get even more painful very soon." He grinned a bit wickedly. "And just think what it's going to feel like when I have to pull my cock out of you. My barbs won't be completely soft yet and you'll have gotten nice and snug around me by then."
She didn't want to think about it, though he certainly seemed to be looking forward to it. Then again, screaming seemed to be his favourite sound. Andrea resigned herself to the pain for now and somehow that helped to dull it a little and she went back to quietly admiring the bulge of him inside her.
"You really do enjoy seeing that, don't you?"
"Yes," she admitted quietly, "I don't know why. It hurts so much having you so deep in me but... it feels good to see it."
"Mm, yes, having my cock buried in you where it belongs," he mused, "Must be nice, especially knowing that the longer we stayed tied, the longer my seed stays inside you."
She blushed brightly, the hand not on her belly going to rub the smooth scales and sharp spines along his jaw. "Do you... do you really think I'll...," she couldn't quite make herself say it.
"I almost hope not," he said with a rumbling purr, "Because I'm going to take you like this at least once a month until either you do conceive... or die trying while riding my cock."
She gasped slightly as he accentuated his words with a small thrust, sending new waves of agonizing pleasure through her. "Ah! Yes," she said quickly, "yes I want that."
"You're flattering me again," he chuckled, punishing her for it by pricking one of her nipples with the tip of a claw. He was slightly mollified by the way she no longer tried to hold back her cries.
"No, my lord, please... please, I do mean it," she insisted, shivering slightly as he licked the blood from her skin. "I hope I do conceive for you and afterward, if I'm no longer useful to you in any other way, I... whatever way you choose to kill me, I would like to feel you inside me while I die."
"My dear lady, if you do conceive, I will breed you again as soon as you're able," he assured her with a toothy grin, "You will give me as many children as you can before the strain of it kills you and then, and only then, will I fuck you as you die."
"Yes... oh my dear Salthos, I hope you get to do that to me," she said quietly, her hold on consciousness beginning to slip.
The dragon was a little worn out from his efforts and began arranging himself so he could sleep. Despite how exhausted she was, she turned herself on him to better accommodate his need, unable to keep from giving little cries as his still stiff barbs caught at her insides, but finally she managed to lay with her back against his belly and he slept while his cock still throbbed gently inside her in time with his heartbeat. Andrea did her best to stay conscious as long as she could, sure he would enjoy knowing that she'd suffered a little while longer, and hoped her belly would soon swell with his growing seed, but pain and weariness finally got the better of her and finally the world went as black as the beast that was now and forever her master.
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Comments would be lovely. This is the first story I've written in way too damn long and I can only hope I haven't lost my touch at making you touch yourself :P
*writer not resposible for any spooge damage to reader's property.