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You wriggle with what little movement you still have, mostly on the vine in your ass. Your face burns flush from the vines stimulating your body. The ones around your balls and breasts squeeze and kneed, and from your vantage point several feet in the air you see a drop of your sexual fluids land on the ground. The plant seems to react to this and the vines that fill your ass and mouth grow thicker, while the vines wrapped about your breasts and girlcock have more texture to them now. More of the sweet nectar slides down your throat. While at first the plant's juice was nourishing and you felt like you couldn't help but drink your fill, now it's starting to burn in your stomach. The palms of your hands burn worse though, enough to start to clear the mental fog that had been filling your brain. The gentle rocking on the vine in you has turned to weak struggle as you try to pull an arm or leg free from the giant plant. The plant very much doesn't like that and responds by pulling your limbs taut. As hard as you try, you can't free an arm or leg. Giving into desperation you try to bite through the thick vine. Your teeth sink into the fibrous flesh of the vine in your mouth. Instead of the sweet nectar, a bitter flavor seeps from the bite leaving a bitter taste coating your tongue. You cough and gag, the vine in your throat preventing you from clearing the awful taste. You refuse to stop fighting even though you know you can't escape. Suddenly one of your legs falls free, then the other. You see severed ends of the vines around your legs flail as you dangle.

Before any more of the vines are harmed, the plant drops you on the ground. You land with a thud and the world spins around you when you open your eyes. Closing your eyes again, you grab your head. As soon as your palms touch the burning comes back with a vengeance. You scream out in pain, tears welling at your eyes from the intensity. Resting on your side, you gulp down air to calm yourself when you hear a familiar voice yell at you "Get up you dog's wife, Shara will reward me for bringing you back." You could have gone a lifetime without hearing Jedd's reedy voice again. Straining hard, you push yourself onto your knees. The world is spinning slightly and your stomach and hands both ache. Giving into his impatience, Jedd grabs you by a shoulder and pulls you to your feet "Get going, we are a long walk from home." A chill runs down your spine, and you realize that the barest scraps of your dress still dangle from your waist. Your breasts hang free to the elements, nipples hard from the temperature.

Jedd shoves you forward, and smacks your ass with the flat of his crude sword. "Next time you'll taste the blade. Now walk, I don't want to have to drag you back." Bent over and arms clutched around your stomach you manage to stumble forward fast enough to appease Jedd. "She demanded I move my post far to the east and look for any sign of you, after she stayed to watch your end. Angry as a demon, and only got madder after being scolded by the elders for staying to watch. The old fools though she was angry at the dragon, I'm the only one that knows what has consumed her so." Jedd's words barely track in your head, but you feel sure that you would rather have been eaten than let Shara anywhere near you again. Shuffling through the woods is incredibly slow going for you in your state. The burning aches only grow as the trees pass by and you sneak a look at one of your hands. The silvery flesh has turned a sickly lead-gray, and the burning intensifies with any hand movement at all. If the pain in your stomach is the same thing Shara may not get a chance for her satisfaction, you grimly think. What feel like countless hours pass before Jedd orders you to stop. Even standing is draining now, but you don't know if you could stand from sitting again. Jedd walks in front of you and tips your face up with the tip of his sword. "You look like death warmed over." He turns away, and sits on a fallen log. From a pouch on his belt he pulls out a handful of dried fruit and meat, and pours some into his mouth. The last meal you had was the start of your poorly planned escape, and as awful as you stomach feels, your mouth waters at the though of a bit of the preserved rations.

You lean against a tree in silence while Jedd consumes his meal, washing down the dried food with gulps of water from the small water horn on his other hip. While you were never particularly close to Jedd, you hadn't thought him to be a cruel man; but after watching him eat that meal with his eyes penetrating you with an icy glare you are reconsidering that position. Finally, he finishes, stands, and walks behind the tree you are leaning against. Seconds later you hear the gentle splash of water and catch a waft of the acrid odor. "Come on, at this rate it'll be tomorrow's moon at the earliest before we get back." You push yourself off from the tree and start your slow shamble to the small village you called home. "Don't think about try to crawl away either, or I'll let whatever is eating you away to finish, then just carry your head back to Shara. Not a bad idea now that I think about it anyway." The next moment the forest echoes with the thunderclaps of trees splitting apart like twigs and a voice rumbles "You'll do no such thing!"

The dragon's amethyst form lands before you and they rip a crackle of lightning loose in the air. Jedd's simple blade falls to the ground with a dull clunk which catches your attention, and you watch him stumble backwards several steps before turning and running. With a roar like thunder, another crack of lightning spews from their mouth, hitting a tree next to Jedd. The tree splits in two, one piece flying at Jedd causing him to scramble to avoid being hit by half of the tree's trunk as he flees from the dragon. The dragon's tail flails around, knocking more trees askew and sending one crashing to the ground. One clawed hand grabs the dropped sword, dirt falling from between their fingers. Their other hand grabs you around the waist, holding you carefully as they start to fly. You block your eyes from the swirl of dirt, leaves, and branches that ensue as the two of you rise above the makeshift clearing. This time it's daylight as you fly and while it's warmer, being able to see the ground shrink and race by turns your already boiling stomach more.

To the north, you see a small clearing and a lake glinting in the sunlight. The clearing quickly passes from sight as the dragon makes for home as fast as they can fly. If you were feeling better you would be in awe at how a trip that you measured in days passes in mere minutes. As it it, you struggle to keep your stomach on the inside and are quite thankful when you land back at the dragon's roost. Seemingly without paying attention, the dragon tosses Jedd's blade onto one of the piles of slowly decomposing weapons, the now bent blade lands with a clatter and tumbles down. "You foolish waif of a girl, what were you thinking?" The dragon roars at you, the rumble of thunder underscoring each word. The dragon peers in closer before continuing to chastise you. One large, purple eye scans you as they gently place you to the ground, and you crumble into a wilting pile. "Wait there and don't leave this time" they say to you as they withdraw deeper into their lair. From the distance you hear piles shifting and snorts of thunder from time to time. Finally the dragon reappears, as an amethyst skinned humanoid again, with a stoneware flask in hand.

The flask is thrust into your hands "Drink this, keep it down". The liquid smells sour and bitter and your eyes water from the odor. The now humanoid dragon chants in draconian and it fills the cave as you bring the flask to your lips. The taste is even worse, your tongue reflexively pulls to the back of your throat, trying to block the foul concoction. A pale purple hand tilts the flask up and tears roll down your cheeks as the last of the awful liquid slides down. The chanting stops and you feel the burning in your stomach and hands fade. You feel better for a moment before the cramps start to wrack your body. You slump to the side and curl into a ball, as every muscle in your body flexes and contorts at once. Something catches the dragon's attention and they stand from kneeling next to you and their image twist and blurs as they return to their dragon form. From between the cramps and tears you watch as they launch several cracks of lightning out across the entrance of the cave. Another dragon, scales glowing emerald green in the daylight lands at the entrance.

The new dragon drops a scroll to the ground and you watch the two have an argument that fills the cave while you writhe in pain. Soon the green dragon leaves and one last crack of lightning soon follows. Gradually the cramps that consume you begin to abate and soon you are able to sit back up. Your hands look scarred, but no longer burn or shimmer; your stomach similarly feels better than it has in the last few days. Looking back up, you see the dragon has resumed their humanoid form again. The dragon is still yelling in their own tongue, the mismatch between the draconian language leaving a human frame still disconcerts you. They kneel back by you, a hand on your cheek. More draconian, aimed at you, and you just look back in confusion. A scowl crosses their face as they realize you didn't understand and they disappear once more deep into the cavern. As the pain and cramps leave you realize that you are once again, quite hungry. You can't see any of the sheep from the other day sadly.

Once again, a stone flask is thrust in front of you. This time, it smells slightly sweet and when you take a sip, tastes of a cool spring. "Now, you foolish girl, you stumble from danger to danger. It's a wonder you lived long enough to become mine. The ooze you took into your body is the only thing that kept the trapper plant from milking you for the rest of your life. This time when I tell you to stay somewhere, stay." They seem as much concerned as outright angry with you for having left their roost. The dragon returns to their natural form in another blurring swirl of color. "I have been summoned to Tyrathel, Gorlom's matron has complained about me to the rulers of dragonkind." You blink at hearing that "Rulers? Your kind doesn't just do as they wish?" you ask "Heh" The dragon responds dismissively "We rule over the lesser creatures of our lands, the same way you do cattle this is true. But dragonkind would hardly have reached the heights of civilization that it has were we to solve every problem by a contest of immediate power. She has alleged that I failed to follow the correct rites when dueling her oaf of a son. She is right, of course, but she has no actual proof, this is her pride's wound that she wants salved, not the death of a child."

Climbing onto the pile of furs and pelts the dragon continues "It is a long flight from here, I had hoped being far from Tyrathel would help maintain my privacy. That does not seem to be the case and I would prefer to make that journey fresh. You are to join me where I can keep a claw on you while asleep. As hungry as you are, sleep on the soft furs sounds almost as good. With some effort you climb up the mountain of bedding and nestle yourself next to one of the dragon's arms as you drift off to sleep next to them. "Awaken" the dragon gently rocks you with their arm "We leave soon, the trip shall take most of the night." You throw the fur blanket off from over yourself and shiver in the cool night air. Sometime during your afternoon nap, the last bits of your dress ripped and finally nothing wearable remains. Eying you once more "You may take one of the furs to wrap yourself in while we fly, I won't be having my lone bearer dying of exposure." You grab the blanket you had been asleep under and walk to the spring in the back of the cave to refresh yourself before the trip.

Some minutes later you join the dragon at the ledge outside the entrance. They pick up the scroll left by the green dragon in one hand and you with the other, and you arrange the fur around your shoulders like a shawl. The dragon leaps from the ledge and gains speed at they dive down towards the ground! You close your eyes expecting an impact at any moment, but instead the dragon's wings spread and the two of you glide along the tree tops before you start to gain height from several powerful flaps of the dragon's wings. The sensations alone tell you that you are glad that it's too dark to see how fast or how high up you are. The water from the cave's spring was refreshing but you soon feel the sharp pangs of hunger once more. The moon slowly climbs the night's sky as you continue the journey. Though you have no idea how far you've flown so far the stars all look ever so slightly out of position with each other. Staring at the evening sky was often the only thing to do and you once took pride in how good you had gotten at it, so the novelty helps you push the growing hunger out of your mind for a bit. As the moon approaches midnight, the dragon slows their pace, and finally holds over some spot too dark for you to see.

Gradually you lower and you can just make out a raised hill that the dragon is landing at. A thick post sticks out from the center of the hill much like the hill that you were sacrificed to the dragon at. Tied to the post is a large cow, which is now mooing in some great distress at the dragon standing before it. The dragon begins a mighty inhale and knowing what must be coming next, you bury yourself in the fur wrapped around your shoulders. To your surprise the only sound is the crackle of lightning, and no pained or terrified final scream. The blast last longer than you thought, until you can smell cooked beef through the fur. When the dragon's breath has finished you take a peek. They set you on the ground and help themself to a large bite of the smoking cow. The smell makes your mouth water and your hunger refuses to wait any more. Unable to help yourself, you tear off a piece of cooked beef and feast. Soon you find yourself fuller than you've been since the first night with the dragon, and they have finished almost every sign of the cow having been there. With the quick stop done, the dragon shakes what bit of their meal got on the scroll from it and picks you back up.

Soon you are high above the ground and continuing towards the capital of dragonkind. Glittering from the ground catches your attention, and you see that for as far as you can see, the ground looks like the lake of ooze that almost claimed you. The dragon feels you tense and start to panic "Calm yourself little thing, that's just water beneath us. And water as it may be, if you slip loose, the results would be just as if you plummeted to the land. This reassures you, water is fine, even that lake worth of ooze terrified you. You marvel at the huge volume of water sparkling all around you, more water than you would have thought the world could have or need, and it goes on for farther than you can see. You have little more time to ponder the size of the world and your place in it as the water gives way to land again and before much longer the dragon speaks to you again "Shed that fur, we approach Tyrathel and it would be impermissible for you to enter with it. Brace yourself before though, for it shall be cold until we enter."

Not seeing a point to arguing, you take a deep breath and let go of the makeshift shawl. It flaps in the atmospheric winds as it drops to some unseen spot far below. The dragon was accurate about it being cold, you almost instantly start shivering and your nipples ache from how hard the freezing temperatures have made them. Even rubbing your hands together and blowing on them does little to keep your fingertips from going numb, and you hadn't realized how warm the dragon's grasp was. From your waist down you are perfectly warm, despite the winds. In the moonlight you see a mountainside grow closer, though the dragon doesn't seem to be correcting for it. You grit your teeth and tense your body as you prepare to collide with the growing mountain. You wince at the moment of collision, except you hit nothing. Opening your eyes, you slam them shut again as a bright light threatens to blind you. Rubbing your eyes and blinking several times the world comes into focus, and you take in your first sight of the dragon city of Tyrathel.

A warm brightness, not unlike sunlight, fills a city built into the peaks of a chain of mountains. Arches and windows carved into the natural rock, and towering spires of huge bricks imposing over the natural peaks. There are no clouds in the sky, and no explainable source for the light and the city trails off out of sight. Dragons fly from arch to arch, and on a system of roads at a nominal street level, dragons carried on chariots, and huge sedans. A chill completely unrelated to the temperature runs down your back. You have little more time to contemplate this new, gigantic world and your place in it as you are flown into one of the myriad of arches in one of the mountains. The dragon whispers to you "Give the scroll to the scribe, but don't address him or look him in the eyes. I don't have much sway over actual offense." The dragon lands and gently places you on your feet. Once you regain your bearings you take the parchment, which is nearly as long as you are tall, one end in both hands and leaning on your shoulder and walk eyes down to a desk that is several feet taller than you.

The parchment weighs less than you feared and once you reach the desk you have little problem hoisting it up the side of the desk, until the scribe notices the top of it waving along the edge of his desk. He takes it from you with a snort. "Althilon, eh? What a morsel you brought with you too. Lodgings have been prepared for you during your hearing, please do not leave the spire without permission." The sound of a massive quill scratches across the desk for a moment and the parchment is tossed to the floor for you to pick back up. A dragon-sized door opens to the right of the desk and you lead Althilon through and down the hallway beyond. Rows of doors line the hall, with one several doors down hanging open. You stop at the open door, and see a nest of fine furs and prepared meat inside. Althilon closes the door behind the two of you. They take the parchment from you, and read through the scribe's writing before tossing the scroll to the floor. They touch a claw out to the solid door and mumble in a language you can't piece together. A dim green glow outlines the door then fades. "Finally, we can have a little privacy. My day starts early tomorrow and I desire relaxation."

Althilon retakes their humanoid form, and grabs you by the hand. They lead you to the edge of the fur nest, and fall backwards onto it. Their legs spread and they invite you between them. You begin to lick the pale purple cock, but a hand pushes you farther down, and you gently spread Althilon's labia, and let your tongue run up and down the sensitive vulva. A moan fills your ears and the hand rests on top of your head as you continue to gently lick and probe. Working deeper between their labia, your tongue finds an entrance. Soft to the touch and sweet to the taste, you hungrily thrust deeper into the dragon. Althilon groans in approval and spreads their legs more, allowing you to shift your weight to your elbows and really dive into them. Althilon's slightly lavender musk fills your sinuses and it drives you wild, your girlcock stiffens and you can feel the blood rushing to your face and breasts. You force your tongue as deep into them as you can, a hand curled into your hair is your reward.

"Deeper little one." Shifting your weight to one side, you slip a finger, then a second, deep into the dragon. With Althilon's vagina filled with your fingers, you return to licking along their vulva, and the base of their member, which twitches as you press, rub, and tickle their insides. Your part throbs now and the idea of seeing how deep you can get into the dragon crosses your mind as you lick their thick cock. Spreading and rubbing with your fingers is enough to cause the hand to fall from the top of your head. You withdraw your hand slowly, but before you can make your move, a growl fills the room and Althilon pushes you to the stone floor. They effortlessly roll you onto your stomach. "Get on your knees, I am going to breed you deep." Your body flusters, and without thinking your ass is in the air. A soft squeak escapes your lips as they push into you, and begin to thrust instantly. One of Althilon's hands digs into the side of your ass and the other holds your head to the floor.

Bracing your body with your hands in front of you, you thrust with what little motion you have into Althilon's. Their hips thump powerfully into yours as they thoroughly fill you, your girlcock bouncing off of your stomach from the motion. Althilon leans over you, the hand on your hip grabbing your shoulder now and holding you in place as they readjust and push deeper into you. With each thrust you can feel their warm labia under your girlballs. Their fingers bite into your shoulder as you feel the weight on you shudder. They don't miss a beat though, and continue to drive their thick cock into your hungry ass. Tingles of pleasure snap along your back as they fill a base need deep in you. You whimper and manage to force the word "Harder" out from between your lips as you gasp for air. Althilon lets slip a small chuckle and flexes their member with a deep push. They keep slamming into you, a grunt of exertion each time, with each slam they tremble a little more.

Several more, shaky thrusts pound your ass before a crack of thunder fills the room and your skin tingles. Althilon forces their cock as deep as they can into you, before a wave of their seed washes over inside of you. You shudder and go weak from the sensation overload and collapse to the rock ground as you spurt onto the ground where you lay. Althilon rests over you for several moments, before they pull their weight away. "We should eat and rest, tomorrow will be long." Althilon returns to their natural form and pulls off a piece of the possibly was a cow and lay it on the ground in front of you with one clawed hand. You weakly shove it towards your face. The aroma wrinkles your nose, and the seasoning doesn't sit right on your tongue, but you assume it must meet dragon tastes. Althilon consumes the rest of the animal by the time you finish your piece and you crawl over to the fur nest and curl up next to their leg. Sleep comes quick, with a full belly, a full ass, and a warm bed.

"Awake, we must go." You rub the sleep from your eyes and sit up. You feel as well rested as you could, in such a dangerous place. You stretch and heave the parchment up onto your shoulder once more. "Farther down the hall, there shall be a spiral leading to the grand hall. The largest archway leads to the chambers." Althilon follows behind you as you trudge down the hallway. By the time you reach the spiral down to the base of the mountain you already feel winded. You peer through the balusters along the railing, but cannot see the bottom. The ramp quickly widens and you pass many other dragons, in a rainbow of colors. Remembering the warning from last night, you avoid meeting the gaze of any of them. Most of the dragons you pass by snicker as you pass them, one snaps their jaws. Althilon responds to this with a crack of thunder. The other dragon laughs deeply as she continues by. It's very clear how embarrassing to Althilon this situation is. After an hour and at least a mile of descent, you reach what Althilon called the grand hall.

The grand hall certainly lives up to it's name. It bustles with more dragons than you would have thought exist in your worst nightmares, many flying, many more being carried, and every dragon on the ground preceded by some sort of bearer in front. You see ogres, and tall slender human-like creatures with lone eyes, and the occasional beastly abomination you couldn't even begin to name. You pause in the middle of the hall, looking for the arch for the chambers. A sedan being carried by six ogres comes to a stop in front of you. "Althilon, I am surprised you dared to appear. I figured you would have run away and hid in some shadow, as is your way." The voice comes from behind the curtains of the sedan. You look the ogres up and down. Six of the hairless, well muscled brutes. You wonder how they are so well controlled, until you see each one has naught but a delicate scar between his legs. You shift your weight uncomfortably and shift your attention back to the conversation happening around you.

"I'll snap up that morsel you laughably call your bearer in front of you. You'll well rue the day you crossed me, you whelp." The sedan then continues on, as other dragons clear out of the way for it. Althilon growls and prods you forward, following behind to the entrance to the chambers. Entering you find another desk, and you assume, another scribe. Without being told you once again wave the parchment at the edge of the desk until it's taken from you. Instead of being returned this time, the scribe grunts the word "left" and keeps the parchment. You lead Althilon along the left handed corridor to a series of dragon seats along a railing. Althilon takes their place and you risk a look around the mammoth room. There is an upper gallery filled with dragons, several taking notes or having notes taken for them. On the floor in front sit five massive dragons, flanked by several others. Time passes and other dragons file in next to you, and to a mirrored set of seats on the other side of the chambers. Eventually one of the flanking dragons walks forward, parchment in hand and announces the first case of the day.

"House Karsom, represented by Lady Karsom, Matriarch of her house seeking judgment against Alithon." Althilon grumbles loudly and corrects the massive blue dragon, who doesn't seem bothered by his mistake. You look over, and Althilon seems flustered, almost clammy, you didn't even know that could happen to a dragon. "Lady Karsom, please explain why the council should get into such a personal problem as yours." asks the center dragon, gray as the stone of the mountain. "Esteemed senior councilor Hargog, this whelp poisoned and ambushed an officer of Tyrathel." The gallery gasps and Althilon snaps their jaws at the accusation. "My son Gorlom was a duly recognized conqueror, subjugating wild lands, when this houseless whelp poisoned him before ambushing him in his lair." The gallery explodes with murmurs and whispers and shocked yells. The center dragon, Hargog, opens his mouth and emits a deafening crack of a wave breaking. The chambers settle down again. "And you, Althilon, said dripping with disdain, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"I met Gorlom in fair battle, he had grown weak from living off of offerings of cattle and other lesser creatures, and I struck him down and claimed his holdings." Althilon's voice trembles as they defend themself. A yellow dragon sitting next to Hargog asks, "Gorlom was an agent of the city, a position earned through might and cunning, and you are nobody, yet you say you killed him in a fair battle? That is a lot to ask of the council." "Councilor Lavz" Althilon begins, one clawed hand gripping the railing, "Gorlom only received his commission based on his family standing." They barely finish their sentence before crumpling to the floor next to you. The next several minutes are a roar of activity. Other dragons rush to Althilon, who remains unresponsive. Hargog brings the council chambers to order again, "This case is delayed until which time the defendant is able to stand trial again, or dies." You panic as the dragons almost trample you as they cram around Althilon and carry them out of the chambers through a side door. You rush through the door before it closes, forgotten, less than an afterthought.

You follow as the dragons wind through the mountain, though gates and doors and finally into a room that smells strongly of herbs. Althilon is laid on the ground in one of the several niches that line one side of the room. The other dragons leave and the door locks with a heavy thud. You rest by Althilon's side until they finally regain consciousness. "Little one, you must run. Karsom must have poisoned the meal with dragon's bane last night. Once it kills me, she will absolutely eat you as the start of her revenge. Through the sewers, quickly."