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Amethyst's Kinky Christmas

Non-consensual (RP)

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The Dragon in the Doe

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by SaphiraFafnar

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"Look who I've found here..."

The doe-dragon grinned, showing off her fangs, which were, in a way, entirely out of place in her soft, beautifully shaded face. Rolissa's fur seemed to glisten through renders of violet and blue with a hint of pink in the right light, her Autumn garb glorious with the antlers atop her head spread as if to welcome in such delight. Yet she was not even in her world for that particular Autumn, the length of her body draconian in its presentation even though she was furred and rippled with a grace that, of course, was undoubtedly cervine. Her tail was long but slenderer than that of her mother, Xigfeldo, though she moved lightly and lithely, her claws digging into the moss under the trees as the sun reached the eve of the day.

Zala shivered before her, the white-based Salazzle pretending to cower, although his heart pounded with raw delight. To see her teeth looming above, her power, the soft strength encased within her muscles... The doe-dragon was a power unto herself and it was about time that he knew it. As a Salazzle, their worlds had crossed in a most unexpected way, though he would never regret seeing Rolissa come into his life, how she made his heart pound for her, his stomach turning over and over, despite him not quite understanding the feelings he had in his heart as yet.

That said...sometimes pushing their fun into the realm of pretending that something else, in sexuality, was happening to them, was more alluring than keeping things simple. Everything, of course, had to keep the magic of whatever it was between them alive - or so he reasoned as he defied her with a hard look in his eyes, play behind them.

"I think you know what's coming, little lizard," she crooned, a darkness in her eyes that he had never seen before, antlers draped in moss as if she was a creature of darkness right then and there. "You're not the stronger one here... I am."

Zala groaned, the doe-dragon crashing into him, although he barely felt the impact of his back against the forest floor. He wanted to be there, tumbling over roots, his long tail tangled up in her body, her limbs, no telling where one of them began and the other ended. Of course, he could have "fought back" but where, really, would the point have been in that as he groaned, hissing and panting, tongue lashing out against the side of his muzzle as his eyes narrowed with feral delight.

After everything that had happened in his life...he did not have to be the one in defiant control anymore. Where Rolissa had brought him out of his shell, there was more still for the two of them to experiment with, her jaws closing over his muzzle, holding his mouth nearly closed even while her strong tongue slipped into his maw.

She dominated him easily as if it was simply something in her nature, the slightly smaller Salazzle moaning into her mouth. Just how large would Rolissa grow? She'd said that her mother was larger than her and that dragons grew over many, many years, though there was still the deer heritage in her too that would restrict her size in some way. That was still very much something that remained to be seen but if he could stay with her, somehow, for years to come, maybe he would see that too.

Yet her tongue squirming against his, her strong paws forcing him to be still as muscles bunched under her skin, tail swinging easily back and forth with an easy sort of grace... She wanted him, yearned for him, snarling over him as her hot breath washed over his muzzle. Zala's cock could not help but rise to attention, sliding easily from the slit at the base of his belly, close to the junction of his hind legs. It was the same shade of pink as his markings that could have been typically Salazzle in nature but, alas, he had been born with white skin not black and shunned for it.

"It's a good thing mother taught me this spell... Oh, little one, have you ever been taken in this way?"

Rolissa's eyes narrowed, a smoky, sultry simmer, licking her lips as the words slipped forth. Those more skilled in magic could cast without speaking the words of such spells but it was something, particularly when it was being performed on one's own body, that required greater focus for those inexperienced. Maybe her experience would grow the more she dipped her toes into magic, power thrumming within her, chest expanding. Yet that was not the only thing that changed as Zala watched her, wide-eyed, his tail hanging limp as if even he, though he could not possibly, knew what was coming.

Her body changed, within her slit, giving her something more, something deeper. Her vent was not just to hold female genitalia anymore but something that could brag something more powerful - if one was going along with the male inclination, that was. She could have given herself a sheath and a shaft but that in itself was something that she could try and play with at another time.

She grunted, rolling her shoulders back, wings fluttering, though they no longer seemed light and delicate as she trembled with desire. There was something there, something more, a length that she could use as she never had done before. Even if it was her first time, taking her own cherry, in a sense, in a new way, her skin itched with rampant desire.

In that moment, all Rolissa cared about was sinking into her prey.

Rolissa growled, rolling her hips, something slender pushing from her own body, the doe-dragon showing off just what made her a doe and a stag together, what gave her antlers as her hips worked. Her shaft pushed up eagerly against his and the smaller Salazzle grunted, head spinning, lust getting the better of him. It was just as well that he wanted it as badly as she did, that he was as eager to see a stronger, more powerful side of her, as gentle and as sweet as his almost "mistress" doe-dragon could be too.

"I'm going to take you whether you like it or not," she growled, hind end curving and hunching so that her sex teased his cock, the aching length. "You thought you could flee from me...but that is not the case!"

Zala groaned, for there was little else that he could do as her hot folds enveloped his cock, taking his full length deep. He moaned and cried out for her, claws raking across her hide, yet he could not harm her as much as he clung to her, passion coming together in the fervent, furtive rolls of their hips.

But there was more that he craved still, a wicked need deep inside him that he had never before been able to bring into the light. The Salazzle licked his lips even as she took his shaft deep, maw opening even before he could stop the words from pouring forth.

"Why don't you fuck me like you mean it?" He hissed, daring her to take him on. "I can barely feel you! What do you think you're doing just rocking your hips - ah! - like...ah...that..."

Rolissa's roar poured over him, pinning him to the ground with her weight and a paw digging into his shoulder, claws biting. Her eyes blazed but she was a doe-dragon who was more than up for the challenge, saliva glinting wickedly off her fangs. As much as her cunt contracted around him, there was another part of her too that could be brought into play, drawing out to grind her shaft against his, though, in that sense, they were quite evenly matched in size.

No words were needed for such a display of dominance, her paw pressing down at the base of Zala's throat, more of a veiled threat than anything else, though she could have cut off his ability to breathe with the slightest of shifts in her weight. She ground her cock against his just for a delicious moment, a moment in which they both knew what would happen next, collecting their collective pre-cum along the length of her shaft, sliding back, pressing the tip of her tapered, cervine-like cock to the bud of his tail hole...

Zala groaned, arching up through his first anal penetration, though Rolissa took even that motion from him, bearing down over him with a heady snarl. She drove in with calm precision, spreading him easily without hurting him, though it was doubtful that such harm would ever come to pass between them, considering how close they were. Months had passed together but her cock plunging into his under-tail area was another thing entirely, cries mingling, though one was most certainly more dominant than the other.

Zala hacked and grunted, shuddering for breath, though she controlled everything, her tail undulating sensually back and forth, the curl of it enough to draw his eye - that was, if he had not overdosed entirely on sensation already. He howled and bucked his hips and yet he was right there, pinned where his "doe-dragon Mistress" wanted him to be, cock throbbing and drooling more pre-cum than he swore it ever had before.

"Never try me."

Rolissa hissed, but it was hard, in a way, for her to keep up the pretence that she was taking him against his will when it was so clear between them that they were enjoying the rougher prey, the true predator taking her fill. With her shaft sinking deep, stroke after stroke, her hide shivered with ripples of pleasure, tail lashing and striking out defiantly at the air. He was hers and she was about to leave her mark on him in the most carnal, luscious way possible!

He tried to arch up to her but she weighed him down, growling and revelling in just how she was able to strip him of his power, coming together all the more lovingly for it. His anal ring opened up around her as he took her deep. Zala, like her, did not hold his testicles externally, and she felt how her loins tightened, that thrust and judder of sensation that had her growling and snarling, leaning heavily into an even more feral state of mind altogether.

She had to have him, had to take him: there was simply no other choice for her in the heat of a throbbing, pulsating moment like that one. Their combined pre-cum allowed her to thrust deeply, taking him over and over, using the full length of her cock as even her fur pressed up to his smooth, soft skin, so tender and sensitive in comparison to what she boasted. She slammed in as she trusted his body to take her more and more easily, breath dragging through her chest, not even pretending anymore, like their roleplay, to be a raw and fierce dragoness but embodying it in herself. Maybe she had had the ability in her to call it forth the whole time, groaning out loud, her savage need claiming her mind, her body and her soul.

Zala was "forced" to take it all, hips slapping down into him, her legs pounding him, hind end tucked under her for the best and the deepest thrusts she could hurl forth. Her breath clawed raggedly at her chest with every thrust and yet it was the lust-stricken Salazzle that could not hold back for a moment longer, the dominance of her taking over in a way that he could have hardly believed possible.

Crying out as he writhed and twisted, to the range of his limited motion, through orgasm, the Salazzle bucked and ground, need driving through. The pump of her cock would not and could not be denied, passion mounting, twisting through for a delicious peak that carried him up to hers, clenching around her shaft in a way that had her eyes snapping open.

"Unnfff... So...close!"

She broke for a moment and yet it was her roar that showed who she truly was, scattering birds from the trees as their snarling tryst came together in the dipping of twilight. Darkness softened the appearance of the forest, jagged pine branches and rising roots, but their lust was not to be tamed so easily as she ground in again and again, the predator falling prey to orgasmic bliss, her teeth snapping a hair's breadth from his throat, cum spilling forth. Pump after pump of it poured into his backside as if she had been restricting and denying herself for months on end, a shocking amount to the two of them. That was, of course, if they had even been present in themselves enough to notice it, how the spurts of seed did not stop or slow as quickly as they usually did, her wings mantled dominantly over her back. Everything about Rolissa oozed a sense of power, a dark form gleaming about the Salazzle as he looked up at her through the bliss of orgasmic wonder, splattering his own belly with his seed.

It was a breath of a moment, one in which they could take a breath, and yet her cock did not soften, remaining rammed up inside him as he grunted and fell back, her paw lifting even as the doe-dragon's fangs gleamed in the low light of twilight. She needed not to say anything, her power inherent, their play not yet over, rolling her hips and grinding into him, coaxing forth the prelude of his second climax in her easy control of power.

She rather liked taking the top position.

She liked it rather a lot, in fact.

And, thus, a new door was forever opened to them...