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The Cost of a Curse

Part 2

For Dradmon and Areyath

By Draconicon

Dradgien, Drad, or 'Spiky Girl', the results were the same. The black dragon - dragoness - was still in the grips of a monster that could use her as he liked, whenever and however the urge struck him. The difference in size between them was such that the black-scaled feral had no chance in denying him, even if she wanted to, and there was something about him that made it very hard to want to.

He's cheating, Dradgien thought, shaking her head as she waited for the morning to come and the monster to return. He's got a smell that makes me want to submit. That's not fair. That's really, really not fair.

And it didn't help that the curse made it so that there was ever reason to want to submit to the big guy. The curse made her naturally more submissive than her old body, and considering that she was in a forced-lustful state...well, she was more heated than she wanted to be. Her cloaca was swollen even after all the pheromones had disappeared from the air, and she knew that she was going to be a needy mess for a while, the sort of slut that she had dealt with a number of times in male form.

Having dealt with it didn't make it easier to deal with now, though, particularly when she was on the receiving end of those urges. Her body was burning up despite herself, and there were more than a few times during the night where she fought the urge to bring her tail around and fuck herself on it.

The monster was sleeping further off in the ruins, and if she didn't have need of his knowledge, she would have left already. The fact that the monster claimed to know a witch meant that it shortened the time it would take to get rid of the curse, but that also meant traveling with the bastard, and...

Well, she'd just have to bite that bullet. If she had to do that to get back to being male, then she'd do it.

She leaned her head against her crossed forelegs, growling as she felt the clenching and twitching down there continue, always reminding her of what her insides wanted, always reminding her of how good it would feel if she went to the monster and asked him to fuck her. She didn't want that, she really didn't, but...

But her body did, and her body was getting loud.

Grumbling, she pushed herself upright just as the sounds of footsteps caught her ears. Dradgien groaned, turning her head towards the corridor. A few seconds later, the monster, Haze, as he called himself, poked his head around the corner.

"You're awake. Good."

"What the hell made you wait this long?"

"One of us needed to sleep."

"Sleep? When I'm like this?"

"When you're sexy, you mean?"

The dragoness blushed again, whipping her head to the side, not quite hiding her face - she wouldn't do that, not from mere flustering - but almost doing it so that the great monster didn't see the blush on her cheeks.

"I'm not. You just used me yesterday."

"Yeah, and do you think I'd use something that didn't arouse me?"

"..."

"Come here."

The dragoness growled softly, but didn't have the willpower to deny a command. She doubted that she would while she was around him, particularly as she looked at him now.

He really was a massive creature. He stood over a dozen feet tall, and was the sort of man that could loom even taller with the sheer amount of muscles that ran from his head to his toes. His arms and legs were thicker than they had any right to be, the thighs and biceps bulging with muscle. His purple-blue flesh was marked here and there with bands of gold, with a red circle around his middle, and between his legs...

She couldn't not look at that sheath, no matter how hard she tried. There was something about it that just drew the eye, particularly with how big the cock inside had to be. Even now, that thing was swollen, as if it might drop the dick inside down just to tease her right then and there.

Dradgien growled, hoping that it sounded annoyed rather than wanting. She was feeling more wanting than she liked to admit.

As she walked up to the monster, however, he pulled something out from behind his back. The black dragoness stopped, whipping her head back as his hands moved in blurring motion, almost too fast to see. Almost.

She avoided the immediate collaring, and hissed as she pulled back a step.

"What?! That was not part of the deal!" she growled.

"I need to put this on you," he said, holding out the golden collar. "It's part of the journey to the witch."

"I don't believe you."

"And why is that?"

"I can feel the magic. That thing...that thing's cursed."

She hadn't felt the power of the ring, mostly because she hadn't thought to look at it for power, but that thing? That had power, and it was emanating out from the golden band in waves. She could feel it without even focusing on the collar, and she knew that if she allowed that to be put around her neck, it would only make things more difficult for her. She wasn't going to just submit to being a bitch for someone that easily, no matter how much her body craved someone shoving her into the ground and doing just that.

Haze looked down at her with a raised eyebrow, almost like he was a little bit surprised at her resistance. The monster took a step forward, and she took a step back.

"You can feel that, hmm?"

She slowly nodded.

"Then you know that it will be going on you, one way or another."

"..."

"I can do that, you know. And you know that a curse fought is a curse that takes much, much longer to remove."

Dradgien hissed, shaking her head. She knew that much, yes, but that wasn't a reason to submit to being cursed. It was a reason to avoid it in the first place. The dragoness kept pulling herself back, trying to circle around the monster, but Haze kept blocking the only way out of the room.

Once more, the monster hefted the collar, holding it out to her.

"It's better to wear this. The witch will get rid of both curses when we find her, and this way, the witch doesn't go into hiding when she sees a dragon coming to her door."

"...What does the curse do?"

"Nothing that will hurt you."

"Tell me."

"No. Either put it on, or you can forget about my help."

That was not acceptable. She had already lowered herself, giving the beast a blowjob for all the help that she was getting today. She needed to get to that witch, needed to make this all worth it. The dragoness growled under her breath again, weighing her options.

There weren't many, and none were as good as this.

"You swear that this thing won't hurt me?"

"I swear."

"..."

"It will not harm you. And you will enjoy it."

"...That does not...particularly...soothe me."

"I'm not here to soothe you. I'm here to help you. Now, will you accept my terms or not?"

She didn't like the terms, nor did she like him, but she knew that there was no real option being presented here. Growling one more time, Dradgien crossed the room, lowering her head for the collar.

It slipped down her neck with ease. Too much ease, for her liking. It rested down at the base of her neck, but she could feel that it could slide up and down, pressing either against the back of her head behind her horns - or down at the very base. She groaned, feeling it tingling against her scales, giving some sort of curse to her. It was already rushing down her spine, making her cloaca tingle.

Still trying to puzzle out what it was, she was snapped out of her thoughts as Haze reached down and rubbed her head.

"Good girl."

And that...that sent such a rush through her that she didn't even have words for.

As the moan and tingle of pleasure faded, the monster pulled on a leash attached to the collar. She hadn't even seen that, but she was dragged along behind him despite her wishes. She gagged as she felt the collar pulling into her throat, and worse, coughed and sputtered as she realized that she was being led forward against her will...and yet her body wanted to follow.

Oh...shit...

They left the temple, soon reaching a forest of age and depth and darkness. They had barely passed the outer ring before the light was dimmed to less than that of evening, where the sun was down and the moon still on the rise to full light. The shadows were long and dim, and the air thick and heavy.

And that, in turn, made the thick scent that came off of Haze that much more potent.

Dradgien kept surreptitiously lifting her foreleg to rub against her nose, trying to clear the smell away so it didn't affect her quite as much. Every time that she did, she had a few seconds, perhaps a minute at times, where the smell didn't bother her. Then, it would slowly start creeping into her head again, making her cloaca pinch, making it squeeze, making the clit inside throb and slowly push forward.

By the time that they had been walking for a half-hour, her clit was risen from her cloaca, a little red dot at one end of it that was begging for attention, and which fed her pleasure from the feeling of her swollen cloacal lips rubbing against each other and against it. She gritted her teeth, biting off her moans as she walked along. The hardest part was keeping her tail down, but she mostly managed that.

Mostly.

Until Haze pushed it up.

"Nnngh?! What are you - ah!"

The two-horned beast shoved two fingers into her wet slit, forcing it open further than she had thought they would. The feeling of pressure against her bits in there was something far, far, far more pleasurable than she had expected, and she whimpered as new fantasies started to dance around in her head.

"Ah...ah...what are you...doing?"

"You're stinking up the whole forest, spiky girl."

"Mmmph!"

The nickname spiked up another surge of arousal, forcing her to clench her toes into the earth to keep a grip on things. Everything was aching. Everything was throbbing with need. Her eyes were starting to roll back a bit, and she knew that she was starting to submit to the urges of her body.

Hit him. Push him back. Do something.

She brought her tail around, meaning to use it as a whip to knock the monster back, but he curled his fingers and -

"Nnnngh!"

Dradgien almost tumbled down to her belly, her forelegs going weak, her hind legs barely supporting her. They were stomping outwards, spreading wider, showing off the cloaca under her tail. Her juices rolled out of her in a torrential flood, drooling down to the grass beneath her.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

"That's a good girl."

"That's...that's not fair...you can't...you can't just..."

"I think that it's perfectly fair. Doesn't it feel good, girl?"

"Mmmmph. That's not the - AH!"

One finger found the right channel to slide into, and she did collapse, her head down and her ass up. A pull on the leash kept her head upright, kept her staring straight ahead as she gasped for breath. That digit kept worming its way deeper, gradually finding its way forward. She had never, ever, ever imagined it would feel this good to be penetrated like this, but fuck that was more sensitive than her dick had ever been.

Gods...

Dradgien weakly tried to push Haze back, but the batting of her tail or the kicking of a hind leg did nothing to dissuade him from his target. If anything, her weak resistance only made him that much more keen. He rubbed his hand down along her spine, holding her in place, and he kept fiddling with the angle of his finger, as if he was experimenting with what would hit her hardest.

It was something completely different from any pleasure that she had ever had as a male, and whether it was because it was new or because it was better, she didn't know. All she knew was that it was pushing her thoughts right out of her head. She whimpered, biting at her lips and tongue, her haunches rising higher and higher.

It was only through a lucky brush of her tail that hit Haze along the shoulder, dislodging his hand, that she was able to get free for a moment. She gasped as it pushed his fingers free, the pleasure fleeing, and she managed to pull her hind end around. She sat down, keeping her cloaca against the earth, glaring at him.

"What...what the hell...why did you do that?" she growled. "You're supposed to be taking me...taking me to get this curse removed."

"Yes, and I will. If you still want to."

"Of course I still want to!"

"But you have to admit, that felt amazing."

"I...you..."

"It felt so good to have something inside you, didn't it, spiky girl?" Haze said, pulling the leash slowly. "It felt good to be filled up, to have something taking control, to lose your mind to the pleasure of just a finger."

She blushed, fighting against the leash for a moment before the curse of the collar made her body give in. She took a step forward, then another, always trying to keep her back end low. It was hard to do, particularly as she was starting to feel the urges again, the urge to show off, the urge to lift her tail and let Haze go back to what he was doing.

"Yes, that's it. Come here."

Dradgien didn't have much of a choice. Soon, her head was near the monster's belly, and she knew that if she looked down, she'd see the tapered tip of his cock. She could already smell it, slightly, the scent already running down her spine like lightning to her groin. She had never, ever been this randy as a male, even in the worst of times.

"You...are...cheating..."

"I do not cheat. I am using all my options. That is all."

She growled, but it was a growl that didn't have any heat or force behind it. All she could do was think of how good just a finger inside of her slit had felt. It was so much more, so good, and she hadn't even cum from it yet.

Haze pulled her head up with the leash and collar, making her look him in the eyes.

"You know it can be even better."

"...I know."

"You want it?"

"...Maybe."

"I think it's more than maybe."

"This isn't...we had a deal!"

"And I'm offering you a new one...perhaps one that you want even more."

The dragoness hissed, trying to turn her head, but the monster had too good a grip on her. The claws on her forepaws curled, wanting to lash out, but she was weakening, her body trembling from head to toe with the urge to just submit, to go with it, to enjoy herself in a way that she had never been able to do before.

It would feel so good. He was right about that much. It would feel so good to give in and allow that pleasure to come again, to just enjoy her femininity for an afternoon. She could...she could do that...

The pleasure was running down her cloaca, her juices staining her hind legs. She hissed under her breath, closing her eyes, but Haze grabbed her head, forcing her to open them again.

"Do you want it, hmm?"

"..."

"We can stop here...and you can take a different payment for all your work yesterday...a payment that you will remember for a much longer time."

"You're getting paid...you get pleasure, too..."

"Yes, but I have to do all the work, this time."

"Mmmph..."

"You felt a finger. You know how big my cock is. How big my knot is."

That sent another shiver down her spine, a shiver that tingled all through her body. Gods, yes. The knot. She had almost forgotten about that. She hadn't been able to get it into her mouth, but if he pushed hard enough, he'd definitely get it into her down there. There was no way that she could take it easily, but if that one finger had been that good...

The temptations were running through her head, and the pride that the dragoness had tried to hold onto was rapidly burning up in the heat of her lusts.

"You want it, spiky girl?"

"...Yes..."

"Turn around. Raise your tail."

"Now?"

"Now."

The black dragoness knew that she didn't have much of a choice, but at the same time, that burned in her with a new sort of lust. Why did the lack of choice turn her on so much? Why did this affect her so much?

Why did she want this?

The questions did not come with answers as she turned around and hiked her tail up, showing off her cloacal slit. Haze pulled on the leash, holding her in place, lifting her head up so that she was half-bent. He sidled up behind her, slapping his cock against the space between her hind legs. His shaft was burning hot, almost searing against her scales, but as he lowered it down to her sex -

"Ah..."

She gasped as he started grinding against her, rubbing sensitive flesh that had been swollen all night long. She bit her lips as she felt the tip rubbing, grinding, sliding against her, almost pushing in and then pulling back. The tip found her clit, nudged it, and she almost thrashed against him, almost begged him to slide it in.

The fact that she was holding out against that was a miracle, but she knew it was a miracle that would not last much longer. She barely had the stamina to hold out now, and she whimpered as she wiggled her hips side to side, trying to get him to get on with it. The need to be filled...

It was not being fulfilled.

"Mmmph...come...come on..."

"Beg me, little dragoness."

"Mmmph...not...AH!"

She gasped, almost choking as he pulled the leash again, making her head snap back almost to the point of pain. Her eyes rolled back as he leaned forward, looking down into her eyes.

"Beg, little spiky girl, or you get nothing."

"Nnngh...P-please..."

"Please what?"

"Please...fuck me..."

She shivered as she felt his cock sliding along the base of her sex again, rubbing against her cloaca, almost pushing in. She felt the way that his sheer size forced those lower lips apart every time that he ground so heavily on her, and she shivered at the idea of having him going deeper, filling her up even further.

Please...please, please, please...

Her juices made soft squelching sounds every time that he touched her, and she could feel him getting closer. The pointed, tapered tip of his cock rubbed against her cloaca one more time, and finally slid forward.

"Ah...ah!"

It was so big, so horrendously huge, that she felt herself getting pushed forward by the bulk of it as it sought out the proper place to go. It bumped walls inside, then something too tight, and then -

"Nnngh...ah...ah...ah!"

"That's it...just take it...take it, girl..."

That was easy for him to say. He was just pushing. She was receiving. No, she was stretching, and she was stretching far.

That hot cock was already pushing her entrance open further than the finger had by at least three times the size, and that was just a finger compared to his cock. Her eyes were rolling back in their sockets as she felt him slowly forcing his way deeper inside. Only the sheer amount of her juices and the slickness of his pre-cum kept it from being utter agony considering their size difference, but that was still mitigated by the pleasure that came from...from...

From being used.

That was what she was getting off on, Dradgien realized. She was getting off on her new, female body being used by a potent, powerful male. Her claws sunk into the earth below her, her eyes fixed straight ahead as she felt him slowly pulling back and forth, back and forth, the tapered tip tickling one side of her inner walls, his sheer thickness making her opening burn with pleasurable friction.

"Ah...ah..."

He at least took his time, for all that did. She could feel him working further and further in, the inches gradually adding up as they went deeper inside of her. It didn't take long before she swore he was knocking at her womb, but what did that matter? This was her body, but...but maybe tomorrow, it wouldn't be?

Ah...ah...oh fuck...

She was no longer entirely capable of speech, she realized, her tongue hanging out, her eyes rolling back as she felt him start bucking in harder, deeper. His knot slapped at the entrance of her cloaca again and again, beating at her, demanding entrance to her depths. The thickness of that put the thickness of the rest of his cock to shame, and that was saying something considering that she felt like someone had already shoved a fist inside of her.

Yet, despite that, she found herself wondering how it would feel. She wondered how it would feel to take something that massive inside of her, something that would stretch her, something that would push her to the limits of whatever this body could take.

And in that moment, she wanted it.

Dradgien tried to push back, her melting mind unable to think of anything but taking that knot, but the more that she pushed, the more that she shivered, and the more she shivered from the pleasure, the less that she could do. Her body didn't want to obey. It just sagged down, barely able to keep her hips up to offer her cloaca to Haze.

To the leash-holder.

To the collarer.

To the stud.

Yes, the stud, the stud, yes, he was her stud. He was picking up speed, and each time she felt that slippery slide moving through her cloaca, every time she felt the tapered tip dragging back along her inner walls towards the exit of her entrance, she wondered how hard he'd slam in the next time. More, more, more, she needed it, her eyes rolling back, her tongue hanging out as she was fucked, as she was rutted.

Her mouth hung open in silent moans, her brains feeling like they were getting fucked right out of her. The knot kept slapping against her opening, slowly stretching her, forcing her wider, wider, and wider still, each time pushing in that little bit deeper. She swore that her tired, stretched, burning hole couldn't take it.

Yet, despite that insistence, she wanted it. Some deep, breeding urge had taken over, replacing her common sense with nothing but want. She wanted this, and she would have it.

Take me...take me...take me!

The begging didn't stop, even though she couldn't actually say it. All she could do was show it. Her tail reached out, trying to pull the big guy closer, trying to make him slide right into her, never able to pull all the way out.

Take me...breed me...knot me...

She could feel it grinding on her again, almost sliding in, almost taking her completely. She could feel that thickness forcing her cloaca apart, the widest section already past those lips, almost inside of her. She could feel it trying to follow that massive cock down, trying to take its place inside of her. It hurt, but it felt so good, at the same time.

She was drooling? Yes, drooling from the fuck, oozing from both ends, her pussy a swampy, slimy mess from all the juices coming out of her. She didn't care. All that she cared about was that it was so close now, so close to sliding in and claiming her.

Her body strained, her hole stretched that little...bit...more...

POP!

Dradgien roared as she went over the edge, cumming right then and there as she felt the pleasure overwhelm her. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets, her body thrashed and flailed from the pleasure, and her entire being seemed to just collapse down into utter pleasure. Her body ached, her cloaca was stretched beyond measure, but as she squirted on him, she realized something.

Haze hadn't cum.

Not yet.

He pulled back, slowly, his knot slowly dragging against her exit. She could hardly believe the feeling of stretch that came from him dragging backwards, thinking that it had to turn her inside-out, that she would be broken from it.

It pulled, pulled, pulled, almost dragging her backwards with it until -

POP!

"AH!"

She screamed as her cloaca went through that, her juices running out in a flood around the knot. She was gaping, broken in such a way that should never have been possible.

But he wasn't done.

POP! POP! POP! Now, every time that he slammed in, he was using his knot. What little air that Dradgien had been able to get after she came was slammed out of her with every thrust, and her eyes were rolling back until she could see nothing but the inside of her own skull as she was pushed right to the brink.

"NNNNGH!"

"That's it...mmph...fuck...take it...take it, girl...you're mine...you're mine now...all mine to rut...and knot...and breed."

The growl that came with the word 'breed' pushed her over the edge a second time, making her moan and try and curl up on the spot. The intensity of it, the warmth, the sexiness, all hit her at once. She was a drooling mess, and her cloaca was almost as bad, oozing from his pre-cum and her juices, no longer tight enough to maintain a seal around his cock as he kept popping his knot in and out, in and out, breaking her in.

Her mind was gone, driven out of her own head by the rolling orgasms that were battering down the back of her skull. All she could focus on were the loud 'pops' that followed each thrust and pull. She barely felt herself getting pulled back and forth anymore. Her body was quickly becoming a toy, and only the hard tugs on the leash to remind her of her place were enough to keep her from completely fading away in the bliss that followed.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

Sagging down until Haze had to hold her hips up, Dradgien felt herself fading. Something about the collar, the femininity, the rough fuck; it all added up to a feeling that this was something she wanted. No, something she needed.

Female. Female needed to be owned.

Female needed to be bred.

Female needed to be collared.

The feeling of that tight band around her neck satisfied all of that, and she moaned as she felt him jackhammer into her body. Each thrust was a body-breaker, and she was submitting to it, allowing it to happen, giving in to the urges that she had been suppressing for the night and the morning.

I...I can change...change back...another time...later...feels so good, so fucking good...so...damn...good...

The dragoness slid further and further towards the dark void of unconsciousness, and the last thing that she felt was the spurting warmth of Haze finally going over the edge. She collapsed, moaning in one last orgasm before she completely lost it, drifting off into the void of sleep.

Haze looked down at the dragoness, shaking his head. He hadn't quite intended to go that hard on her, but the moment that she showed that she could take his knot, it had pushed him right over the edge himself. It was like something feral had woken in him, too, something that needed to break this female and show her where she belonged.

As he slowly edged himself back, his knot popped back out of her, and the flood of his seed followed. It was a white waterfall that was no less than a deluge from her ruined cloaca, his seed sliding out, marking her, soaking her clit and everything else down there. Her tail fell as he stopped supporting it, and he smiled slightly.

"She's mine."

The phrase was a simple one to say, but he knew that it was true. Even if it was only half-true right now, considering that she hadn't entirely surrendered herself, he knew that it would become more true as time went on.

The collar was more than mere body control. It was meant to slowly emphasize the submissive instincts of the one that wore it. The dragoness was already an eager bitch when she got his scent and when he pushed her. This would only make it better, stronger, hotter for her. Little by little, those dominant urges would fade, leaving her only the need to submit to things with a big enough cock.

Things like him.

The End

Summary: Dradgien and Haze start a trip to a witch to remove the cursed item, but...well, Haze gets distracted, and Dradgien follows.

Tags: M/F, feral, dragoness, dragon, monster, hybrid, miniseries, fantasy, magic, curse, cloaca, sex, cloacal sex, vaginal, wet, knotting, knot fucking, orgasm, cum, multiple orgasm, fingering, corruption, submission, size difference, leash, collar, anthro/feral,