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Saphira's Taking

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Saphira should never have left the Varden encampment, but they had asked her to guard and, well, that was what she had gone off to do. It felt good to spread her blue wings in the softness of the evening twilight, melting into it as she swung her nose back and forth lightly, scenting out the air, the land below her. It had started, in fact, two weeks prior, when Eragon had left to deal with the dwarves and their Kingsmoot, something that she could not venture underground for. Whyever someone would want to spend their lives in tunnels and cramped conditions was beyond her, though she had liked being around the dwarves and their cave systems that had been open enough for her. She had particularly liked their mead. Who knew it took that many barrels to get a dragon drunk?

But the strong, young dragoness had nothing to do, in particular, while Eragon was gone and, frankly, she was bored. The mountains surrounding the Varden occupied her for a while, yet the mountains had never truly been explored in all their adventures, their time together, always focused on one thing after the other. Of course, there were no other dragons there.

Still... She could fly and she could wander, dipping back and forth a little further every day, stretching her wings, testing and fuelling the limits of her strong body. She grew more muscle as the mountain winds buffeted her, catching her off-guard with channels and passages of air currents, though Saphira was still not as skilled as a dragoness like her, seeking out adventure, challenge, might have wanted to be.

What she did not realise, as she ventured further and further away from the camp, fascinated by the green of the valleys and richer, more fortuitous landscapes, was that she was being watched. She was so much older than Eragon, knowing so much during her time in the egg, but she was still only a young dragoness, inexperienced in life.

Alas, there was not enough magic to protect Saphira from scrying, another magic user in the realm with far more power than either her or Eragon watching her in a rounded crystal. They had seen the fall of their enemies through that crystal, though Galbatorix did not seek any friends. Allies, perhaps, though they could be just as easily crushed under the heel of his boot as they were brought to task and order, doing his bidding.

And what he had seen in scrying was the dragoness' body changing, the small spines at the back of her head changing colour. No one was as old as Galbatorix and, despite his focus being on other areas of ruling a kingdom with an iron fist, maintaining his hold on power, he still understood when a dragon was coming into mating season, experiencing their first cycle.

"By the time you reach her, Shruikan," he said, lifting his arm in command, "she will be ripe for the taking. Go to her. Claim her. Saphira will be under our rule..."

For there was to be no other way about it as the dragon bellowed a roar, spreading his wings, the challenge of the taking upon him.

Knowing none of what had happened prior to her late flight, circling the limits of the encampment, stretching into further, as yet unknown territory, Saphira flew unaware. The steady beat of her wings lulled her quietly, soothing her down from a frenzied sense of unease.

She didn't like being without Eragon, not after they had already spent so much time travelling together. It was wrong, something that threw her off-kilter, made her wonder where her time was being spent. Maybe it would have been easier on her if she had had the chance to spend time with her own kind, but she knew that was not possible. The only other dragons, at that time, that she knew of were Shruikan, Thorn and the eggs that were not, as yet, hatched. The living, breathing dragons were not ones that she wanted to see.

"Saphira..."

The dragoness shuddered. She was even imagining whispers on the wind now, casting her senses out in the darkness to reassure herself that she was alone. Yet that was the problem, always flying, always finding herself alone, as if there was a land that stretched out before her, destined to be explored...alone.

She shivered. Why was she thinking of things like that so much? Why were her scales so hot, so prickly? She shook her head. It was summer, so perhaps she was not used to the milder weather, though she had no inclination at all to make her way back into the desert, for that was a heat of a different kind that had sapped her strength, even while flying. No, she would dip back down to the ground through the whisper of darkness, seeking out rest and comfort, the tall pine trees beckoning her down alongside the rock-face, a winding river somewhere to set down for a little while.

The water may not have cooled the heat from her scales, but it made her feel just a little better as she stepped out into the middle of the river, water swilling around her legs. It was about twice her length across, from nose to tail, and the dragoness curiously stretched out her head and tail in opposing directions just to see. It looked like she had grown again, though there was an awfully long way to go before she would reach the size of dragons that she had heard tales of. Saphira was not so sure that she wanted to reach that size, enjoying the agility and flexibility of her smaller being.

It was not going to be her choice, however, not as she shifted her weight and swept her wings down and into the water, breaking the surface in a spray to pour water down over her own back. It did not cool her as much as she wanted it to, though it helped a little and a little was all that she was going to get.

Or so she thought, reeling and stumbling out of the river as the pounding beats of thunderous wings broke the stillness of the night. An owl's shriek was lost in the swelling wind shaped by the black dragon's wings, Shruikan dropping before her, scraping down the back, half in and half out of the river. He stood as if he had meant to announce himself so suddenly, water sloshing around his legs, waves streaming from his legs from where he had displaced the liquid.

And, just like that, her peaceful flight was broken, torn from the semblance of relaxation, yet the drake did not attack, merely standing there, towering and imposing. Saphira snarled, peeling her lips dangerously back from her teeth, acutely aware of what a vulnerable position she was in, heart hammering, forcing blood through her veins at a frantic rate while her adrenaline rose. The only saving grace of the moment, snarled through stillness and then dropped into a tense silence, strained between them, was the fact that there was no rider sitting upon his back.

She flinched, hissing through her teeth, wings lifted as if she was about to take off. Yet the trees pressed in too close to her side and she was loathe to take her eyes off the larger dragon, the hunger in his slightly yellowed gaze. She shuddered, though tried to hide her revulsion the best that she could. There was something sick in that dragon, which should not have been a surprise. Yet he was the one who had sunk his teeth and claws into so many others before, tearing them from the sky, hurling them down, bodies broken, lives lost.

Even back then, Shruikan had known what he was doing, as much as Galbatorix had. Yet how much could Saphira blame him for his part in the broken king's claiming of the world?

The drake surveyed her, tail held stiff and rigid, proud as the ridge above his eyes pressed down. She didn't like one bit the intensity in his stare.

"Shruikan... Why are you here? If you think to take me before your corrupt master, you shall have a fight on your claws!"

She snarled and wove her head threateningly back and forth, claws digging into the softer earth at the edge of the river, although the much larger, dark-scaled dragon only smirked mockingly. He dwarfed her easily with his size, having lived for many more centuries than Saphira, although the majority of that after Galbatorix had taken over his wicked rule had been spent merely lending his power to the king. His muscles ached for a fight, his greedy sights set only on the dragoness before him.

Yet it was not a fight that would be found there, not as the sweetness of her body filled the air. Shruikan didn't bother answering her - he had spent many, many years in silence, after all - not as he stalked towards her, tongue flickering from between his lips, softly tasting the air.

Saphira's breath caught in her chest and she stumbled, turning, scraping down the bank, sliding into the river, though she should have known, even then, that she was no match for him. For every stride of his, she had to take several - four or five, maybe more. The size difference between them was so great that even the drake pursuing her frenzied, frantic flight had to laugh, a dull rasp aching up from his throat.

"Run, Saphira..." He crooned. "But you're not going to get far. You're in heat..."

She shook her head, bounding, seeking a way to get into the air before he struck her down. What was that supposed to mean? She was still only a young dragoness, a mature adult but still young, not experienced yet in the way that the world worked. Maybe that was her downfall or maybe it was something else entirely, something that she could be led on into as times passed.

She didn't know, but what she did know was the overbearing heat of the larger dragon as he slammed into her, knocking her off-balance as she squalled. She whipped around, fire flickering in the back of her throat, though Shruikan too-easily dodged the blast of flame, not reaching more than a few metres in her flustered inexperience. He laughed as he barrelled over her, pinning her in the mud with a heavy forepaw in the centre of her chest, one wing crushed under her back and the other flapping madly.

"Oh, little dragoness, did you really think that it would be that easy to get away?" He grinned, baring his teeth, gleaming with a hint of saliva. "That is not to be... For I am the hunter and you are the hunted..."

Usually, Shruikan would have been a dragon of few words, but something about being over the smaller dragoness had his guts hungering, rumbling with a growl, his flanks reverberating softly. He needed her as he let out a snarl, her twisting and writhing only fuelling his need, the aroma of her sweet scent, as faint and as delicate as it was, mingling with damp earth, the crisp clearness of the water flowing by them.

"Release me!" She howled, twisting back and forth pathetically, yet there was nothing that could have made her feel more like a weak hatchling all over again than being held in that way, as if her fighting back meant nothing at all to him. "Or I'll see to it that you live to regret what you've done to me!"

Her words lacked any real conviction. What was going to happen to her? Was the big dragon going to simply snatch her up and take her away to Galbatorix's castle? What about Eragon? Would he be able to feel what had happened to her through their link, their bond? She didn't know, could not know, chest heaving, flanks shuddering furtively as she snatched in what breath she could. Her tail swept back and forth through the mud, carving out ridges in the softness of it, though it would leave an avid reminder as to what had happened there that night when all was said and done.

The drake rumbled over her, ignoring her words, as he had before. She should have guessed at that, slamming a hind foot up into his stomach, scraping and clawing, though she may as well have done nothing at all for all the effect it had. Saphira had thought that her muscles were stronger, developing nicely, yet the dragon was so large, several times her size, that he did not even react to the strike. Saphira doubted that he felt it at all.

And I thought agility was going to get me free of the clutches of a foe like him...

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The bitter thought swirled through her mind unbidden, yet something else dragged insistently at her attention, as if there was something there that the dragoness was missing, that she had not yet paid due attention to. She twisted back and forth with a curl of her tail, yet he lowered himself over her, the two of them poised so that he stood in the river and she was half up and over the back, almost dangling. Saphira could not have said how he managed to shift them, though her tail dangled in the coolness of the river while the heat inside her grew and grew.

"It's time for you to learn what it means to be a dragoness, little rebel..."

She tensed, something pushing over her stomach that didn't feel like a leg, didn't feel like a wing. It didn't even feel like a tail, but she could not crane her neck enough to see what it was. Her stomach plummeted with a sick twist, blood roaring in her ears, her heart drumming a beat that she had not felt since she had been fighting with the Varden, her first taste of battle.

No...

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But there was nought that the dragoness could do to stop him, not as his thick member slithered across her stomach. He was not sized for her, built to penetrate a much larger dragon than she was, even though her body was mature and ready for him. Fuelled with a fresh sense of urgency, Saphira growled and snarled, pushing back more and more urgently against his foot as he pinned her, bearing down onto her. He used more of his weight against her, mud squashing around her body, sullying her scales, yet all she could do was groan and shudder, her lungs compressed, vision greying at the edges where her grasp on consciousness shivered.

"Stay still and this will be easier for you."

She heaved, eyes wide and bulging, though it was better that she could breathe, at least a little bit, pushing back against him, though his claws jabbed at her scales, drawing beads of blood. Saphira, however, was still in her own mind enough to know that the drake had meant to do that, for if he had wanted to slice his claws into her he most certainly would have simply done that instead. Everything he did was deliberate, more in control of his body after so many centuries than she thought she could ever hope to be, licking his lips and the side of his muzzle with a domineering draconic smirk.

She couldn't stop it, drifting, fading, looking down the length of her pinned body in horror as the dark ridge of his shaft dipped towards her the underside of her tail, right at the base where her sex was located. The soft fold of scales, a slit into which her urethra and vaginal opening were contained, should not have been as easy to find as Shruikan seemed to find them, though he pressed to her all the same.

A low, guttural groan ripped, entirely unbidden, from Saphira's throat as the massive dragon pushed into her, stretching her open more and more, straining her walls around him, aching deeply, pushing and pulling. There was no pain, for which she was dimly thankful, only a sense of an overwhelming stretch, pulling her apart, forcing his way into her. Her body accepted him, however, perhaps as he had noted already that she was in heat, even if she did not recognise that.

That her blood was not spilt was a good thing, though the dragoness grunted and gasped as his huge cock pressed deeper, giving her more of his length than she would have ever thought possible from a partner. Not that that was at all the sort of thing that Saphira spent much time thinking about, of course, considering that the males that she had encountered so far had not been interested in her. Only, perhaps she had not been in heat then, if it was her first, so there was no reason for them to honestly show any interest in her.

The dragoness didn't know, blabbering in her mind, clinging to each twisted thought as they strung out and out and out through her head, dragging her through. She had to cling onto them, to chase the tail of them, all to distract herself from the looming, dominating bulk of the drake above her. He was so large that he easily blocked out the sky and the stars, secluding her even further away from her home, though Saphira doubted, even if she leapt into the sky again, that she would be able to flee. She didn't even know where her home was anymore, what direction to go in, head spinning, body aching, groaning lowly.

"Give in..."

His voice was an insidious croon that told the tale of many takings prior, dragonesses who had fallen before him, one after the other. Saphira wondered how the dragon was able to live with himself (not that he had much choice, considering his bond to his rider, the king) if his partners had fallen in the war that gave Galbatorix his throne. Maybe Shruikan had not always been so bad. Maybe he'd been different.

That did not stop her body from shaking with burning need and strain as he powered into her, thrusting and grinding, claiming her young, fertile body with stroke after stroke. Sensation overwhelmed Saphira as the dragoness called out, yet there was no energy left in her body to fight back, even to struggle, heaving and grunting, her eyes falling half-lidded. Before, she thought that an expression like that could be derived from pleasure, such as when sitting before a tranquil lake on a summer afternoon, yet it seemed that intense strain could cause her to feel as if she could not even keep her eyes open anymore too. That was not a revelation that she needed.

He did not care, smirking, covering her, obviously relishing in sensation, though Saphira could not even begin to imagine what it felt like to him. His cock slammed into her like a battering ram, astonishing her that her body was able to take it. Oh, but the traitorous waves of heated pleasure were the worst thing at all, her mind screaming for him to leave her alone, to not take her, while her body twisted and fought with a different kind of need.

It was not her fault, she told herself, closing her eyes against the flood of emotion, her passage clenching around him, pulling and rippling, knowing what it needed to know. It could never be her fault, not when she was forced against her will, his shaft driving into her, her vent stretched viciously around him. She did not know why there was no pain, yet her body rolled into his thrusts, hind legs scrabbling weakly, without even knowing what she was doing.

His rumbling growl curled into her and she trembled, taking some measure of solace from the sound. It was just a dragon, she told herself. Another dragon. If he was breeding her, that meant that he didn't want to hurt her, though she didn't want to consider what more could come of it.

No... She didn't want to think that far ahead, not even as his thrusts sped up, tail slapping the water, spreading his hind legs a little more for purchasing, bracing as he shoved every inch that he could into her. Her body was his to toy with as he willed and she turned her head away, hide burning with sick shame. Only later would Saphira realise that the warmth of her body had not truly been of shame but breeding instinct rearing its head after spending so long dormant, waiting for her to mature.

"Yessss..."

Shruikan's jaws hung open, roiling out a hiss, three-quarters of his shaft shoved into her, a body too small for him and yet one that strained to accept him anyway. He took her viciously, not caring for her comfort, flaring his wings and throwing his head back as he released a blast of fire straight up into the sky. A dragon like Shruikan had no fear of guards or elves or the Varden, though he had not seen true battel for many, many years, perhaps one area of his life where he had also grown complacent. That experience would still be there when he needed it, however, unleashing his load into her exposed vent.

His seed flowed deep, seeding her full, pump after pump pouring into her. It was a quick, short orgasm that was almost perfunctory, though the dragon's cock was slow to soften in the aftermath, considering that he still had a fertile breeding female right there before him. What drake would want at all to turn down an opportunity like that, even if his rider had not been the one to direct him to her?

He licked his lips as he slid from her, Saphira gasping. Was that it? Was it done? Was it over? And did that mean she had even more to worry about, if she was going to be carted off back to Galbatorix and his castle?

But the drake merely pulled out of her, letting his cock spill the remnants of his seed, gleaming in the twinkling light of the stars that seemed to have no bearing looking down on their horrific tryst. Saphira grunted and tried to roll onto her stomach, though only found herself slithering back into the water with a splash. Her vent remained open in a faint gape, as if it was inviting the dragon in for more, though the twisting and curling deep in the pit of her stomach had not faded in the slightest.

Saphira groaned.

"Mmmph..."

She shook her head, trying to clear it, though the water was cool enough that she felt that she could get her shaky legs to squat, allowing it to flow over her abused undertail, where the soreness was only just starting to rise. The dragoness ached from the inside out, yet, in some strange way, it was not the kind of ache that she wanted to pull away from - rather, it was one that she wanted to lean into.

"You won't wash away my seed that easily..." Shruikan growled, eyes locked onto her. "But you will come to me again, for more."

She snorted, not even giving him the grace of a second look.

"Unlikely, brute. What do you stand to gain from this? The eggs will not be under your control."

Shruikan lifted his wings.

"I do not pretend to understand the intricacies of my rider's plans... But a fertile breeding dragoness is a pleasure at any time, would you not agree?"

"No, I would not agree!" She snapped, whirling on him, her tail arcing around her body as it followed the path of her motion. "You have the blood of thousands of dragons staining your scales as dark as they are and, now, I'm going to be forced to bear your offspring? There is no pleasure in that!"

His eyes glittered darkly.

"Then allow me to show you, Saphira, where the true pleasure lies...in seduction."

She whipped back around, but, of course, was not quick enough to evade him, not as he bore her up against the tall riverbank, her head clearing it yet not more than that. Her body would have to press back into him to leap up and she wasn't about to do that, much less as his nose rudely pushed under her tail.

Her stomach churned and she flapped her wings, hissing and snapping, trying to turn and yet finding that she didn't have the space to do so, in a corner of the river where the bank had been worn away, walling her in. Yet the dragon was not dissuaded at her back as his tongue flickered out and around her vent, teasing and touching the sore scales and flesh beneath as if it was more than rape, more than what it was.

Yet it was that very touch that had the dragoness stuttering and stumbling, her head snapping up and her entire body going rigid. Even her hind legs spread and braced for him, locking into place on pure instinct alone, his tongue snaking into her where the drops of his cum had been cleaned from her passage. What had been deposited into her, to impregnate her, was already working its way much deeper already, beyond where his long, slippery tongue could reach.

Saphira groaned, Shruikan rumbling against her hind end. She didn't want to make that sound, didn't want to admit it, not as her body wrenched with need, pulling on something deep inside her.

It felt...good. It should never have felt good, not in a million years, not as she bared her fangs and snarled, striving to ward him off, to get him to stop whatever it was that he was doing to her. Yet the tapered tip of his tongue slurped deeper, dragging back, pulling against her flexing, rippling inner walls as if Shruikan already knew far more about her body than Saphira could ever hope to uncover.

His tongue worked away inside her, finding sensitive spots to her vent that Saphir did not know existed, huffing and panting, tucking her chin down as if to wind it all the way back towards her chest. Pleasure, pleasure that she did not want one little bit of, crawled wickedly through her, working her body to its will, cruelling so. And all she could do was bear it, for her body had already locked itself into place for the will of a drake who didn't care about her, only what he could glean from her and her body.

Her orgasm took her by surprise when it tore through her, a rippling pulse that came in waves, leaving her more and more surprised with every one that came to pass. It trembled and luxuriated, giving a rise of ecstasy even to her sore body, wetter under her tail than she had expected as her arousal, as ill-gotten as it was, lubricated her, dripping from her passage. She shuddered.

It didn't mean that she wanted it, no, she tried to tell herself, though it was harder and harder to see where the line lay as she gasped for breath. Shruikan pushed over her, rearing up to put his front feet on the bank, and she fought back in a strain of passion, twisting to get out of his grasp. Alas, all it took from the drake, even then, was his long, thick tail twisting around her back legs and tail, clamping them down and her tail rudely shoved up, leaving her there to struggle and take his cock. It was not an eloquent position for him to bind her so crudely in, but using the physical force of his body was the best bet that the drake had in store, bearing into her with a savage, driving thrust.

Saphira quaked under him, everything happening far more quickly that time, though her legs could not spread. He had more than enough access to her vent though, grinding in even more of his cock, though she could not have named a number as to the incredible stretching, burning through her as if she was being split open. She knew enough, however, to tell that he would not break her, not by fucking her, and that was perhaps something that she could use to her advantage. Maybe it was something that she could use to get away, to escape him...

But she had to take it, had to survive it, even as her scales prickled with humiliation, the water no longer doing anything to cool her down. She was just a hole to be filled and a dragoness to be bred as he savagely fucked her, claiming her, filling her with every inch of his length and ruthless intent.

Another orgasm that she did not crave burst forth from her, on his shaft that time, though the dragoness did not acknowledge it with more than a low groan, trying to hide her shame. He had to know though, he simply had to, with how her passage rippled and tugged urgently around his cock. It did not take Shruikan much longer after her humiliating release to pour his seed into her too, spurt after spurt of thick cum filling her vent for a second time, deeply, while his head tipped back in a triumphant roar.

She stood there, trembling, even as her hind legs were released, her tail slumped off from the side, reeling in the enormity of what had just happened. There were no gentle sounds of the night remaining, for even the slap of water against her legs came with a smack on her scales, no longer flowing serenely. No owls hooted, no animals scurried through the brush, every creature silent where her debasement howled.

"That was only your first heat, Saphira..." He rumbled, drawing out of her in a spill of seed, splashing into the river, washing away some but leaving more than enough inside her. "Your heat will still come, now that your mating season has begun. And I shall return to see to it that there is a ready clutch of eggs in your womb, every last one of them mine."

She trembled, his hot breath washing over her neck as he drew back, claw marks left in the bank.

Yet there was nothing she could do, not as his seed worked its way deeper inside her.

Against Shruikan, she was helpless. And there was no telling what it would have taken to stop the drake from breeding her, from taking her again and again, exactly as he pleased.

The dragoness trembled, nose dipping. Her body ached, though her body, riddled with hormones kicked into overdrive, did not know that it craved more already, flushed with heat. The drake would be proven right, for he knew how much her body had enjoyed it, despite where her mind had been.

Saphira grunted, stilling her trembles.

She wished Eragon was there.