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#2 of Asiris, the Fallen Hero

Asiris, having met one of the dragon's already enslaved and brainwashed girls, had sat in her bed writhing in her own juices for some time. She had no idea how long it had been when the door finally opened again. When she managed to see who it was, she knew who he was before he even announced himself. She struggles still to hold on to her old life, her old identity, but now the dragon lord himself has come to erase her mind, and she is desperate to find some way to escape his influence.


Asiris heard heavy footsteps approach her, her mind nearly completely melted by the crystal and the collar together, and she shot her eyes open to face the approaching figure. Illuminated by the firelight coming in through the doorway, Asiris could see the outline of the largest man she'd ever seen, a dragon to be sure and sculpted like a demigod.

His scales were jet black with light blue outlines around some of his muscles and pecs, framing eyes that glowed a bright sapphire in the darkness of her cell. Around his hips was a black leather belt with a sash in the middle that hid his genitals, patterns like winding serpents in gold were seemingly engraved on the belt. The rest of him was totally naked, and the mere sight of him sent a fiery surge of need through her body.

This was the beast of a man that flashed through her brain and strangled her thoughts.

"Yes... you seem like you have quite a bit of spirit in you yet," he said, his deep voice reverberating in her ears like a struck bell, "but that can always be mended."

Suddenly, the extreme stimulation stopped as the crystal was taken from her clit, causing the wolf to fall flat against her back and pant heavily. She heard a small splash when she fell, and idly wondered how many times she came since that damned vixen left.

"G-get... away f-from me," Asiris muttered between deep breaths.

The former hero felt a great, scaly hand touch her belly, raking its fingers through her thick, gray fur. It glided up until it caught one of her considerable breasts in its palm, then squeezed.

"You have quite the willpower, not many women can survive the collar, let alone the crystal and the collar. I'm impressed that you did." The dragon said with a chuckle, "Now, just lie back and relax, I shall take care of everything for you. Darval, the Terror of the Silver Valley, owns you now. Be a good girl, and submit..."

She locked eyes with him, and there was no doubt in her mind that this is the one the collar forced her to adore. For a moment, she did adore him, basking in his radiant beauty. He was the perfect form of a powerful male figure, his broad shoulders, strong legs, and muscular arms were all in perfect proportion to each other. His torso was covered in shining black scales, with his abs and chest gleaming with sweat. She couldn't see his junk beneath his sash, but she could envision it perfectly even so.

Master... he's so... no! No! Don't give in!

She shut her eyes and growled deep in her throat, trying to will him away. Even with her eyes closed, she could see the man clearly, his large and strong hands squeezing her tits.

The dragon chuckled softly as he watched Asiris struggle, "Oh, come now, girl. Why try so hard to resist me?" he asked rhetorically. The shewolf shuddered at the touch of his hand against her soft, smooth stomach and breasts, her heart beating faster and faster. "Now... let's get you acquainted with your new god."

The dragon suddenly took her by her bound wrists, unhooking them from the chain that held her to the wall, and dragged her off the bed to the floor. Once he had her comfortably on her knees, he pulled her against him to force her face up against his sash. He ground his hips up against her blushing face, growling loudly. With a grin down at her, he pulled the heavy sash away and let his massive cock spring up to hit her in the face. Keeping her held up against him, he tossed the leather sash away to leave himself as naked as she was, then used his newly freed hand to grab her head and force her against his crotch.

"Worship, my little pet, worship your new god," he said with an arrogant chuckle.

Asiris, with cheeks and ears on fire with the embarrassment of her position, she opened her mouth to speak. "Y-you cannot do this! You disgusting--nngh!" She said, before he pushed her harder up against his dick and balls; she couldn't help but inhale the scent of his musk. Just like the collar's imaged had promised, it was intoxicating. A shudder passed over her, her pussy growing wet with excitement again just from the smell alone.

"That's it, good girl, take all the time you need to get that musk in you," he said with a deep growl of satisfaction.

Asiris had never felt like such a filthy and base creature before in her life. A slave to the dragon's lustful desires. She tried desperately to deny it, to deny him, but he had the upper hand and he knew it. Asiris had been trained, and had fought many battles. But it was nothing compared to this. There was nothing more humiliating than that crystal and collar working their magic, let alone being forced up against a dragon's filthy junk.

No. She wouldn't go down like this. She would fight everything to her last breath, she was the hero of many battles and adventures, and she was a great warrior at heart. Asiris the Mighty, the Defender of the Weak, she would not bow down to this one dragon. A stubborn set came over her jaw and she held her breath.

The dragon chuckled once again, "So, you want to protest me, still?" He said, still trying to push his cock up against her face.

She could not willingly just reach with her jaws and bite his dick off, but all of her strength to command held them shut off to him, no matter how much he ground his musky cock and balls up against her face. She denied him.

"I wish more women had such a hard spirit like yours," he said before hoisting her up to her feet by her wrist bonds to look down at her with a toothy grin, "It makes it all the more fun to break."

With that, he threw her over onto the bed where she landed with a thud, barely catching her as she bounced on her back. Her muzzle was pressed into the pillow and her legs spread wide open as she gasped for air as the dragon loomed above her.

"I know what you're thinking," he said as he grabbed her ankle and lifted it to the bed so he could climb atop her. Her eyes were on fire, she tried to glare at the dragon, but she was so weak. "You're thinking that you could probably hold out for a while longer. You survived the crystal, after all. Maybe until help arrives. Someone's bound to notice the Mighty Asiris is missing."

Her eyes became more fearful suddenly than furious, and she couldn't pull her gaze away from his.

"Sorry, slut, but you're wrong. Nobody's coming for you, and nobody ever will." he said with an evil smile.

The dragon leaned in and kissed her deeply, pressing his tongue between her lips and filling her mouth with his slick muscle, his hand holding her by her chin. The taste of his saliva and scent of his hot breath washed over her, her eyes rolling back. The collar around her neck still continued to enhance his image and fill her mind with his desires.

Just then, the one image that pulled her out of the trance the first time flashed through her mind, the image of her belly round with his eggs came to mind.

It can't be that bad, just holding his eggs until I get rescued...

The thought was a shock to her as he plunged his tongue deep into her gullet, forcing her to swallow tongue and saliva alike. There was no way she could have been so willing to allow herself to be impregnated, was there? It was the collar, she had to remind herself that. If it wasn't for the collar, he would have no power over her.

But it was all so much. His tongue swirling in her mouth and bulging in her throat along with the groping hands that fondled every inch of her naked body made it almost impossible to resist him. The collar strained with pressure as her throat bulged from his invading tongue.

The dragon flipped the helpless shewolf onto her belly before getting on top of her. "Now, pup, we're going to take it nice and slow..." he said as a hot length flopped onto her ass, grinding between her cheeks, "...and when you finally say the words, 'I'm your good little cock slave, Darval, my Master!' I'll stop." The dragon's muzzle leaned up close to her ear as he growled out, "and Asiris... I want you to make me believe every word."

And with that, the dragon took his first thrust into her. The pain of his size was intense, and the way he filled every part of her made it feel like she was being ripped in two. The dragon seemed to be going slower with her, but the feeling of having that much inside of her made it feel like forever before he finally reached bottom, his thick cock buried in her slit and bulging out her belly.

Her pussy was soaked from all the times she came, but the sheer sensation of having him in her was too much, she could only moan in ecstasy through her clenched teeth. It truly was the most pure and blissful sensation she'd ever felt in her life, despite how much it hurt going in.

Darval grunted softly in pleasure, "Oh yes... just like that, just like that," he muttered in satisfaction.

Asiris couldn't even muster any anger at him, she was far beyond caring about anything else. She just moaned in response, letting it happen while resisting his influence as much as she could, desperately clinging onto her sanity as if she were dangling from a cliff's edge by one hand.

The dragon started slowly pumping his hips up and down, sliding his massive girth in and out of her tight hole. With each movement, a fresh wave of ecstasy shot through her; her muscles tightened up and her toes curled. She felt a warmth spreading through her entire body, and her eyes grew wider and brighter as her arousal rose higher and higher until she couldn't hold back.

"Nnh!... haaah!" She screamed, writhing beneath him and bucking against his hips as her orgasm hit her full force. The admission of pleasure made her want to bite something, a growl following the moan.

Darval was nowhere even close to being finished with her, his hips bucking even harder into her orgasm now. His thrusts were, to her, agonizingly slow, as if to really savor the tightness of her flesh and the withering of her resistance.

"You know," he whispered in her ear again after a deep growl, "soon enough, you won't even need the collar. Eventually, you'll have those perfect images of me embedded so deep in your slutty little brain that they'll be permanent. I'll be in your mind all day and night, I'll be in your dreams, your object of worship." He pulled away slightly with a deep grunt and looked down upon her with a proud grin on his face.

Asiris shuddered and shook her head, "N-no! No! Never! I am Asiris the Mighty!" She screamed out through her teeth shut tight, "I will not let myself become... a mere slave to your depraved lust!"

The dragon chuckled, "I don't think you realize just how deep your conditioning is already, do you?" He asked with a smug smirk.

Asiris gasped for breath openly as he suddenly pulled out his cock entirely, the tip coming out with a wet pop. Her pussy quivered and drooled, she was on the verge of another climax when he pulled out. She forced herself not to look back at him, but her hips reflexively bucked against him, as if to somehow get that dick back inside of her. She had to admit that she was enjoying his cock, she liked the way he moved on top of her, but she had never been so desperate for release before.

"That's right, slut, you want it so badly and yet, you refuse to accept that," he mused, his dick throbbing in the air, precum oozing out and onto her back in a thick, steady stream.

Darval stood up off the bed and stood by the end with her face, his cock mere inches away from it.

"Clean your mess off my dick, and I'll stick it back in," he commanded, looking down at her.

Her face burned with embarrassment, rage, and need. Her lips peeled back in a rictus snarl, eyes going between staring at his eyes smug eyes and carefully watching that drooling tip. As if in a daze, she reached her head up to just lick the first inch, just under the drooling tip. The smell of her well-fucked pussy was strong on his cock, but the first thing she tasted was his potent precum.

She felt pure horror in her mind as she realized what she was doing, but it was so difficult to tear herself away. If she just did what he said, he would fuck her again, and her cunt ached dearly for another orgasm.

Oh Gods, he's right, I can't stop myself from doing what he wants, have to resist! Rage! Hatred! Hate him!

Anger painted her features, and she pulled her head away from his cock, panting heavily from the effort. "F-fuck you! Get away from--"

He grinned as he grabbed her head and pressed the tip of his cock to her shut lips, smearing her muzzle with his oozing pre. "Come now, girl, you know you want it. Just clean it off, and I'll give you just what you want..."

With a gasp and a shudder, she began licking the shaft and his balls, cleaning off every drop of precum and pussy juice that coated them with her tongue. She had to squeeze her eyes shut and hold her breath, or the sight and smell of his dick would drive her to insanity. Before she even realized what was happening, she found herself wrapping her lips around that shaft, pushing herself up to get a better angle with her bound hands.

Darval laughed, both hands dangling by his hips--he wasn't even touching her!

"That's it, good puppy, suck your Master's dick, juuust like that," he said, watching her enjoy his meat. Her tongue flicked over the underside of his balls as she went deeper, tasting more of her own juices on him. The dragon's cock was so big that she could hardly wrap around half of it with just her tongue. Her throat bulged with every stroke, stretching further and further as Darval watched on.

The voice of resistance in her head screamed for her to stop, that she was a mighty hero, that she could overcome anything. But as she took inch after inch of dragon meat into her mouth, all those thoughts began to fade as if drowning.

"Nhh, there you go, now you're getting it... I like you so much more this way, Asiris, so obedient. You're going to make such an good little pet," the dragon said as he rolled his hips forward, easing himself more fully into her mouth and throat. Her throat bulged with the invasion, gagging and nearly choking, with her lips on her way to kiss his groin. He thrust forward, feeling the constriction in her gullet where her collar was, and in a moment of his own need, he thrust harder into her downward bobbing, pushing his cock all the way inside.

Suddenly, the collar around her neck popped open, dropping to the bed.

For a moment, she thought his calm, victorious demeanor had finally shattered after the compulsion and control the collar placed over her broke away, but the sudden change made her freeze up completely. A new fear came over Asiris during the beat of silence that followed.

What if I can't stop this? I can't... I can't--

Just then she tried to pull herself away from his cock, but even still his arms never moved, only his hips lightly rolled up against her face. Tears began to fall and stain the fur of her cheeks as she only pushed back down over his cock, her body shuddering with fear. He was right, she was still addicted to him, the images and sensations that strangled her brain remained if somewhat faded. Her eyes squeezed shut tight, the last vestiges of denial draining out of her like a bucket pierced at the bottom. Eventually, her muscles began to loosen, and her eyes opened to study the cock in her mouth as her head bobbed down into his rolling hip, feeling it throb over her tongue and instinctively swallowing the small globs of pre that oozed out. Her chest felt lighter and the fur on her neck rose as a new sensation came over her, one she was not used to even before her capture. Acceptance.

H-how bad, could it really be? If I just accept it, maybe it'll be fun...?

His smile returned, much more triumphant this time. "There you go... that's more like it. Admit defeat, Asiris, admit that you're mine now." His tone was almost gentle, speaking as if to a tender lover.

Darval took hold of her head, withdrew his cock, and yanked her hair up to face him. She was panting, so exhausted from fighting him, from fighting her own body. Never in her life, in all her battles as a great hero, did she feel this tired. Acceptance was a mercy, she could finally rest and enjoy herself.

After another beat of silence, she spoke through her panting breaths, "I am... y-your cock slave, Darval, my Master." The admission almost made her faint, but finally the voice of protest in her head was gone forever. She even allowed herself the slightest smile.

"That's a good girl. Now, does my wolf pup want her pussy bred?" He asked, stroking her head with a thumb.

She nodded, her tongue falling out of her muzzle, "Y-yes, Master, please..."

The dragon growled approvingly and let go of her head, climbing into bed and getting into position.