RP Log: How Quickly We Return to Nature
#1 of RP Logs
Snipped from an RP with the yellow drake Darwing and my blue dragoness. Includes incest between consenting adult characters and graphic violence outside of the sex.
Kalinth tore down the quiet hall. Her claws scraped on stone, but she was no longer worried about making noise. She was sure that someone would have noticed the open window by now and the alarm would be going up any moment. So she ran. The halls this deep in the keep were far too narrow to fly. A part of her was glad she had sprinted through them so often when she was younger. She knew where the slippery points were and which walls to spring off of. Though with her older form wall tiles cracked as she went around some corners. Years before she would have had half a dozen voices yelling at her, but now the palace was almost empty. She wondered not for the first time if it was empty as she feared it might be.
She had run into a couple of soldiers, looters really, on her way into the palace proper. They had seen her coming, but it had given them a moment to know how they would die. She'd made it quick. It was more than they deserved. Her worries had gotten worse after they'd been all she found. Surely they wouldn't have left things so lightly guarded. Or perhaps they had all been waiting out by the stables for their sport... How long before those waiting found out how foolish the men set to prepare her for the entertainment had been. They had waited weeks for her state to fit their idea of fun and her body had followed its natural course and given them the chance they wanted. But they had been fools and leather gave way to claws in a way that steel did not.
The princess hadn't heard any cry go up yet. Perhaps the men had told the others it would take a while to get her ready. They'd had more than getting her into a harness in mind after all. Removing their throats had been simple and had left them aware just long enough to know what else she was removing. She might have smiled at the thought, but she was running too hard for more than a snarl.
A sapphire arrow flew into the dungeons. The first man never saw her. The rest did see what happened. None of them had been ready for something like this though. It had been weeks since the fighting had ended and they had grown complacent. Weapons were not to hand. Not that it would have mattered if they had been. A blade was no counter to the fury of an avenging angel. Rage burned in her eyes. Then her rage burned them all. They ran, but none would make it far. One with a feather on his helm fell to her paw though. He broke under her grip and the keys on his waist came away and her flame was still sticking to them.
Then she looked to the one cell that still held a dragon. They'd taunted her enough that she knew they held her grandfather. The key found the lock and she yanked the door open.
Darwin looked up at the disturbance...the older, larger yellow dragon was muzzled, and the cell was reinforced against his claws and weight. But the guards were watching for him to try something...not for an attack from outside. He almost immediately recognized the blue blur of claws, fire, and fury. She was so much like her father...but her smaller stature gave Kalinth's identity away. He watched her, concerned for her, not even so much as wincing at the metallic scent of blood filling his nose as she slaughtered the guards...the scent of blood was all too familiar now. Despite being her grandfather, Darwing was still in the prime of his life...dragons matured quickly compared to their long life cycles, and Darwing could expect to see several more generations of his bloodline. His body was lean...he'd always been slender, but now was also underfed, with bright yellow scales and black, half-feathered wings...a trait that didn't seem to run in the family.
Muzzled and shackled down, he couldn't do anything until she open his cell and unbound his forelegs, at which point he was able to tear off the leather binding his other limbs, wings, and muzzle, his sapphire blue eyes fixing Kalinth with a piercing stare as he stretched the kinks in his muscles out, aching for being locked up for all these weeks. "You shouldn't have come for me, little sapphire," he scolded, using his pet name for her to show he wasn't truly angry. "You should have fled without me...saved yourself." He moved past her, gathering a small bag the humans used and grabbing any food he could find and tossing it in, along with bottles of water, mead, ale, and anything they could drink. "We can't escape the way you came, they'll be looking for you...now we have to use the old tunnels."
But as he brushed past Kalinth, he stopped, nostrils flaring as he picked up a scent, spitting out a draconic curse. "Kalinth...you're in heat..."
Kalinth had made quick work of her grandfather's bonds. They had been enough like those she had become used to that it was simple. He actually looked better than she had feared. Though that wasn't hard she had imagined there would be little left to take with her, but he still seemed strong enough. At least she hoped. "What good does one do against an army?" She asked though she tried not to think about how little good two would do against an army either. "The alarm hasn't gone up outside yet," she started to protest, but then she nodded. It would take only one alert man at the ballista to end their flight. She gestured for him to lead the way into the tunnels and swore to herself, "Tell me something I don't know." As he made his way out she grabbed one of the oil lamps from the wall and flung its fuel across the floor. A still burning body was more than enough spark. Straw on the floor caught properly now and even as she was turning away the wood framing of the room was taking light. The stairs would go shortly after. If they weren't quick then no one would be coming this deep into the palace for some time. Even if the stone did not crumble down. She hoped it would. On top of their heads. She followed the golden drake with haste.
Darwin: gave her a nod as she set the dungeon on fire. The thick stone floor and walls would likely hold...but the wooden stairs would slow access...and with luck, the ceiling of the dungeon would give way, burying any access to the tunnels from this side. Even so, he still was careful...guiding Kalinth to a few secret passages in the deeper areas of the dungeons, then putting the false walls back into place after. The invaders still didn't know of the tunnels, and they led far enough away from both the castle and the surrounding city that they should be able to escape into the wilderness without being noticed. Except for one thing...
During their trek, he heard the muffled, distant sounds of the city alarm. Whether they'd noticed Kalinth's escape or the burning dungeons, the city was alerted now. He brought Kalinth to a larger cave, with a small stream flowing through it, many of the rocky surfaces covered in soft green moss. He held out a wing to get her to stop, turning to her. "We have to wait here," he said. "There's no more water until we're out of the tunnels...and we can't risk coming out into the open until your heat passes...we have to wait it out." It was clear he didn't like this plan. He could smell that her heat had only just started, meaning potentially weeks underground. By the time they surface, patrols might be watching far enough out to spot them, or someone might have stumbled across the far end of the tunnel, as disguised as it was. But leaving while Kalinth was still in heat would make it impossible to mask their trail...her scent would be far too easy to follow...
Kalinth stopped not far from Dar. She was breathing hard and took a few moments to try to let her heat calm. It wasn't going easily though. The scent of smoke stuck to her scales and wouldn't quite leave her lungs. Though the scent of her heat was starting to compete within the enclosed space. She looked over at him after a while. A soft glow from the moss bathed them both in a soft green light. Then there was a rumble somewhere behind them. A soft waif of cool air came from the tunnel they had just excited. She didn't know exactly what had happened, but it seemed unlikely anyone would be following them that way. Still, she didn't say anything right away.
After a few minutes, she said, "We can't wait, not that long. Their dogs might find us here. Or if nothing else we will need to eat before then. We just have to run the risk. We can go in different directions. I can outfly their mounts and they won't be tracking you." Her words carried more hope than realism, but she wasn't going to admit that and she could fly hard. Where she didn't know though. "We should at least wait for a full night through. There is little left in this one and we'll need the darkness as far as we can take it." Then she looked down, "I'm sorry if my scent is hard on you. They took my still leaf, I wasn't trying to end up in this state." She didn't mention what the men had been thinking. How they'd had in the stables or how they had touched and taunted her.
Darwing could tell from her scent that she hadn't had access to stilleaf...and his body was definitely reacting. She'd probably be able to see how his crotch scales were bulging prominently between his hind legs, threatening to bare his rod...the one that had helped make her own mother. "I know you weren't...I don't blame you. But Kalinth...we're not splitting up. We're going to have a better chance out there if we stick together. The food I stole will last a few days at least..." He paced around, tail lashing, trying to think of another way out of this mess. But her heat made it hard, flooding his mind with thoughts and images of her...of taking pleasure with her body, of sating her heat himself...
After a moment, he stopped, looking over at her, a strange expression on his muzzle. "We could...there is a way we could leave here, together...without your heat leaving a trail behind..." he let the sentence hang in the still air of the cave, waiting to see if she clued into what he was thinking...and how she'd respond to the idea.
Kalinth pushed down a laugh, she had gone through one heat without stillleaf. Her mother had made her do so. It had been weeks. Rough weeks that she had hardly left her rooms. Weeks here, with a male... Even her own kin. Even now that left her thoughts wandering. She pushed them away though. Though even in his state his scent was becoming stronger in her nose than the waning smoke. "Days aren't enough." She said plainly.
She had managed to keep any of the thoughts heat put into any dragoness's head around a male at bay until Dar spoke again. It wasn't hard to work out where he was staying. Even if he wasn't coming right out and saying it. It was wrong. A little voice in the back of her head wanted to question just why it was wrong. It hadn't always been taboo among dragons. It was one of the facts of civilization they had picked up from men. Along with working stone and wood. Writing and having rulers. If he looked far enough back in the histories it became clear drakes did not have the same issues humans did with such things. Still, the thought was... She wanted it to be revolting. She knew it should be. Instead, it just felt wrong. "I would have a clutch," was all she said. Completely obvious but she could help but wonder if he had forgotten. Other herbs could handle such things, but she doubted they would be able to find any while running.
Darwing was watching Kalinth intently...now that he'd suggested it, it was all he could think about, his piercing blue eyes roaming over his granddaughter's young, slender body. She was truly beautiful. "I know...but it might be the only way we get out of this alive and safe," he pointed out. "We're dragons...any clutch would be as healthy as always...and we can find a place, where we won't be found, and we can raise them together. I'll help you." He stepped in close, giving her a gentle nuzzle...which only exposed both of them to each other's scent more keenly. "We sate your heat...and have a bunch of fun while we do...then we can escape here without leaving a trail, and find a nice place to raise the clutch together, make sure there will still be dragons around to find our rightful place again." He panted, licking languidly over one of her dark horns. "Let me help you, my sapphire..."
Kalinth took a step away from her grandfather as he first approached, but there wasn't far to go in the cavern and it felt wrong to flee from one she had trusted her entire life. "Opa..." She started to say as he nuzzled her. Suddenly she felt small next to him in a way she hadn't in many years. He stood taller than her, but it was more than that. His build was filled out while she still carried the slender lines of youth and the narrow hips of a dragoness before her first clutch. Long before her body would be expected to carry a clutch in these civilized times. She knew that at another age she would have been caring for her first clutch for years now. Now she couldn't help but feel far too young to do more than imagine what he was suggesting. She wasn't a mother. She wasn't supposed to think of such things until she had been married. Even then it should not happen at the first chance. These things were supposed to be planned carefully. Not decided on in a dark cave. Her mind was clouded by hormones and the scent of a male. A willing male, she could tell by his scent, filling her nose.
His scent. She wanted to swear. From the way he smelled his cock could have been hanging in plain sight and she wouldn't have been surprised. This wasn't just an idea to escape. He wanted her. He wanted to have fun with her. Breeding her would be fun. She shivered as he licked at her horns and his side pressed against her. She knew it would be 'fun' too. It would feel wonderful, exactly what her body was screaming out for. She found herself nuzzling him back. "If... When we find the rest of the family, they can never know." She said softly.
Darwing could feel her against him...the tension, the nerves...his wing stroked over her own, trying to soothe her as she nuzzled her, nodding at her soft words. "We can work out what to do when we're safe and free, and your heat no longer troubles you," he murmured back, licking across her muzzle and neck before stepping back...where she'd see that he had indeed spilled free of his slit with his arousal. His cock was huge...exotic and blue, with barbs, ridges, and a knot...a true breeding tool. It hung heavily under his belly, still hardening. Behind it was an equally oversized pair of balls, round and heavy with unspent seed. His own mate had died years ago, when Kalinth was young, and he'd never found another mate...he'd only had a handful of casual fucks since his mate's death...and the last of those had been a couple of years ago now. Her scent was driving him wild with need...and he was pent up, too.
He pressed in close again, nuzzling down her side, from her shoulder all the way to her hip, his lean body warm against hers, his muzzle dangerously close to the base of her tail, and the fertile slit that waited beneath...while his own package was very close by her own nose, flooding her with the scent of his lust and virility. "I need you, Kal...I would be honored to sate the heat of my beautiful girl..."
Kalinth continued to nuzzle him for a moment until he started to move away. Then she shivered as she realized how he was moving back to the base of her tail. "I... We shouldn't." She said. "We can make it far enough my scent won't be an issue." The young dragoness made no move to step away from her grandfather though. Then she swallowed as his scent became stronger with his arousal. As her slit came into view it winked. Her lips were puffy with heat and her mind was further clouded by a masculine scent stronger than she had even been near before. Any ripple went through her body as her sex winked at him again. A drip of her excitement slid down her lips leaving a wet line down her thigh.
All of what she had been taught about civilized life told her she had to say no and he would come to his senses and understand. Instead, she stared at the cock that had made her mother. Her grandfather filled both her eyes and nose now. All he wanted to do was fill one more part of her. A painfully empty part. All she had to do was say yes. Yet she had to say no. Though she started to wonder if saying no way was even possible now. Another part of her wanted to lower her muzzle and nuzzle that blue shaft. Taste the male that was about to breed her. She shivered again as that thought registered. He was going to breed her. Her mind came back to her mother's warnings about being around drakes while in season. Surely her grandfather wasn't like that, but gods, he smelled every bit a drake. Another drip, another wink of her slit. Only seconds had passed even though it felt far longer to her.
Her head slowly lowered and she drew in his scent. She spoke softly, "You wouldn't be sating my heat... Stillleaf does that. You'd be breeding me, claiming your own. It's not something civilized dragons do." Then her tongue flicked up and she licked under the head of his heavy shaft. Lifting his length for a moment. The earthy taste of drake filled her mouth from just that small contact. She didn't feel civilized now as she stood with the blood of men on her claws and the taste of her fire only now being replaced by that of a drake. Her tongue worked in her mouth for a moment. "I don't feel very civilized anymore and I need to feel something."
Darwing groaned seeing her wet, swollen slit winking at him as their bodies called to each other. He panted at the sight, the scent...so tantalizing and alluring. Before he really knew it, he was leaning under her tail, thick tongue lapping her juices even as she tentatively licked at his barbed cockhead, groaning and rocking his hips, rubbing that shaft against her muzzle and cheek.
Her light, hesitant protests had him looking back at her, eyes brimming with lust and desire. "We aren't civilized dragons anymore...that life is gone. We need to return to our wild roots to survive." His voice was low, heavy, practically growling at her. Like he was asserting his authority and dominance. He turned suddenly, getting behind her, and before she could move away or protest he was mounting her, belly pressing down on her slender back, forelegs wrapping around her chest, that huge cock prodding at her rump, leaving smears of his warm, slick pre as he searched for her fertile hole. "I'm going to help your heat in the way of our wild ancestors, my sapphire. We'll both feel better and be safer in our escape."
Kalinth moaned out as his tongue found her sensitive sex. At first softly, trying to hold it in as if she was ashamed to feel pleasure from her grandfather. She was. It was too late for that now though and with the next touch of his tongue, she let, no forced, herself moan as she wanted to. "Opa...." She moaned softly, but not quietly. Her eyes closed, but she nuzzled at his cock as he rubbed it against her face. Her cheeks warmed and she had been about to try and take him in her mouth when the much older drake moved.
It took only a moment for him to be on top of her and if not for instinct she might have fallen as his greater mass settled atop her. She'd never imagined her first time would be like this. Those thoughts had always been in her bedroom or went she was feeling daring in one of the palace gardens. Always with a handsome young drake. Rarely the young drakes her family wished her to court. It has never happened though and now she stood bracing herself deep underground lit only by dim moss about to commit a taboo that would have made her scales itch a month before. Now it felt right though. The way her hips locked to hold them both up felt good. His hot breath on her neck made her shiver in a feral delight. She'd thought her first time would be face-to-face, intimate, loving, and slow. The way his cock was searching for her hole wasn't slow and gentle each smear of pre was warm before it quickly started to cool in the cavern air, but this was intimate. It was loving as well. She knew he loved her and she had a deep love and affection for him. She had never thought it could be expressed this way, but really, what greatly why was there to show love than presenting her fertile body to him. Making love, making a new life.
As the thought of new life crossed her mind again his tip found her slit. Her body was more than ready for him and her lips spread easily for his shaft guiding him to slip into her passage. "Opa!" She moaned along with the wet slurp of her body accepting him. That first penetration sent drips of her fluid falling to the cavern floor.
Darwing: Were it not for the rise of the bipeds overthrowing them, Kalinth's fantasies may have become her reality. Her first time being in her bedroom, face to face with a young, noble drake, taken gently, indulging in plenty of foreplay, treated like a precious, fragile thing to be cherished and treated tenderly. Instead, she was in this dark, damp cave, with her own grandfather mounting her like a wild animal.
He groaned loudly as he found her slit, the wet sound of her body stretching to take him echoing around them. "My little Kalinth..." he grunted, leaning down over her, panting into her ear. She was given a brief moment to adjust to his size and weight...before he thrust. His cock plunged deep, spreading her eagerly, making an even more obscene noise as he pulled back, the barbs rubbing firmly inside her. The smell of her fluids, full of her heat and fertility, drove him wild, and soon he was fucking her hard and fast, grunting and snarling above her, rocking her with the force of his thrusts.
Kalinth kept herself braced. Many generations of comforts had not stopped her body from knowing how to handle a drake driven by the needs of a fertile dragoness. As her first moan eased she had a moment to be surprised at just how easily she had been able to take him. She had seen just how to hold her was and her body had accepted him just as it was meant to. Being so deep in heat made it far easier. Had her first time been as she imagined she would have needed that foreplay and the gentle touch, but not now. Still, she was surprised again by his first real thrust. She had thought he had gone deep into her with that first slip into her body. She cried out again as she learned how wrong she was. Inches slide into her that felt like feet. Inch after inch after inch in the smooth thrust of a confidant drake. As he then pulled back his barbs pushed into the walls of her passage. Her knees quivered but held her still. She thought back to her classes. How those barbs were meant to help a dragoness ovulate. With that thought the next stroke the next time his barbs dug into her felt better. It felt right.
Only a few more strokes and she felt something building inside her. At first, she did not recognize the feeling of her building peak. It was something she had always had to chase before. Careful use of her tongue and paws over an afternoon alone. Now it was coming quickly and rather than needing to coax her body to find that moment it was going to arrive whether she wanted it or not. Heat changed how everything felt, but even when she had touched herself in season before it had not been like this. Even toys had been nothing like this. No toy had those barbs that promised her a clutch with each stroke. Her grandfather did. Pressure and warmth built in her hinds faster now and she gasped out, "Opa... Opa... You're going to... Opa... You're making me..." She didn't need to finish the statement. Her passage pulsed around his cock and she shuddered in pleasure as she came. None of the relief she had been expecting from it came through. Before it had always offered at least something of a respite from her need, but now she just felt that pressure start to build in her again as his cock plunged in and out of her.
Darwing didn't stop, didn't even slow down as her pleasure built and then burst, feeling wetness coat the base of his cock and even leak over his swinging balls. Instinct ruled the older drake now, the base drive to breed a fertile young female. His cock was purpose-built for it, too. The barbs rubbed at her walls, coaxing her to provide as many eggs for fertilization as possible...the ridges down his shift also pressed and tugged, not only giving intense bursts of sensation with every movement but they were also made to dig competing seed out of her passage, though none was there. And of course, the knot, pressing against her swollen slit with each hard thrust...that would lock them together and ensure that his seed had nowhere to go but into her womb.
The cave echoed with their lusts...making it sound like several copies of them were in the shadows, all fucking just as rough and wild as they were. With his knot trying to force into her, his heavy balls were swinging up, slapping against her crotch and thighs loudly. His scent was everywhere, flooding her, his very presence consuming her. He was her grandfather...and yet he was claiming her, making her his mate in the old, primal ways...
Kalinth felt the pressure continuing to build. This time it wasn't a surprise though and her mind was about to ride it as it rose. "Opa..." She moaned softly and more clearly now. "I love you..." She said that softly enough not to join in the echos, but without any chance of him missing it. It was driven by her peak even though it was something she had said many times before. None of those had felt so true though.
She felt his knot start to swell, starting to rub up against her, pressing against her clit with each thrust. Her mother had always said the knot was an ungentlemanly thing. that is showed that a drake didn't trust his partner is he tied with her. Now that seemed like such utter nonsense. "Opa... Tie with me?" She asked. "I want to feel all of you." She lifted her head to nuzzle up against him. "Breed me." Her tone became a statement and not a question now. "I"m... I
Kalinth m going to cum again."
Darwing leaned in, nuzzling her head and neck as she declared her love for him, purring low in his throat, his jaw vibrating against a long, dark horn. "I love you too, Kalinth...my perfect little sapphire..." he murmured, just as quietly as her...a small burst of gentle affection amid the hard, primal breeding. He didn't say anything as she all but begged to be knotted and bred...instead, his claws gripped her harder, forelegs holding her chest tight as he slammed his hips forward, a loud, wet pop filling the cavern as his knot drove into her, stretching her intensely as his hips pressed to her rump, balls deep within her tight body. She'd feel him throbbing, balls clenching against her thighs...and right as he erupted, his head snapped down, biting down on her neck in the ultimate display of primal, lusty dominance, snarling into her scales as his hot, thick, slimy cum sprayed heavily into her. The very same cum that had made her mother, now flooding her fertile womb, rope after rope filling her, so much more than she likely expected...
Kalinth came. As her grandfather purred that he loved her too she came. Again her passage tightened and pulsed around his cock. Then she cried out again as before her peak has passed his knot pushed against her. After first her body didn't yield. Then it did. There was pain, but the pleasure of it came too not even a heartbeat later. Not raw pleasure as his barbs had brought, but an overwhelming feeling of right as their bodies did what they were meant to do. Not slowly and held back by custom. As he slammed into her her forelegs failed her and her chest crushed the moss below and he scraped at scales with tooth and claw.
The bite to her neck forced her to relax other than her hind legs. They stayed locked holding the pair up as her grandfather found his own peak. The first shot of his seed felt hot within her. Then it was a flood. She had seen the men breed their horses, thoughts of that dark flashed through her mind before vanishing and she had thought this would be like that, but not at all. There was far more. She couldn't see it, but there had to be. She could feel her passage filling around his cock. She knew it was already flowing deeper into her too. Her peak was already fading as he was still filling her. She didn't feel that relief from her own peak still, but as he kept filling her that feeling started to come too. "Opa..." She breathed out.
Darwing: "Kalinth..." he groaned, the loving word muffled by his grip on her neck. His orgasm seemed to go on for ages...filling her pussy, pushing that thick, virile seed into her waiting womb...and even then more still fired, so much that it started to escape, oozing and spurting messily around his knot. By the time he finally ran out, she was thoroughly filled, and her thighs were heavily splattered in the slimy white mess. He panted, releasing her neck, immediately licking gently and lovingly over the bite marks he'd left. "My precious sapphire," he purred. His cock still twitched inside her...and she'd be able to feel that he was still hard, those balls pressed to her messy thighs still heavy and round. He had more in him...
Kalinth moaned softly, "Opa..." As he said her name. She shivered as she felt each shot of seed continue to pump into her. She knew most drakes took care of their needs themselves when they did not have a partner. As she had done. Now she was wondering how long her grandfather had gone without. Of course the last months, but there was so much. His knot didn't hold, something she had never imagined and cum coated the moss below them. She felt his balls still hanging heavily against her where they had been bouncing a moment before.
The princess couldn't help herself then. She giggled in a very girlish way as her grandfather licked at the scraps on her scales. Those would take a long time to grow out and they had no way to polish scale now. The mark of his breeding would stay with her. Though as she thought of all the seed pushing deeper into her she knew it would not be the only sign her body would come to show. She smiled in a wild way as she reached back with a forepaw to lift and massage the drake's balls. Cum dripped down into her wrist, but she ignored it as she played with the tools that had just changed her life. After a little while she turned her head around and nuzzled his cheek. "Kiss me, Dar," she said using the name she vaguely remembered her grandmother using.
Darwing just held still above her for a few moments, basking in the afterglow of the most powerful orgasm he'd had since his mate, Kalinth's grandmother, had died. As such, he was caught by surprise when her claws cupped and fondled his balls, grunting loudly and giving a little thrust that rocked his cock within her. Her words stopped him from speaking in response to her erotic grope, and with a smile he leaned over, twisting his neck so that his long muzzle could link with hers, kissing her deeply, passionately, tongue-twisting over her own. Those balls throbbed faintly in her hands, almost like she was feeling them refilling for another round, his hips continuing to shift, trying to rub them into her paw, wanting more of that touch.
Kalinth gasped and giggled again as Dar's cock twitched deep within her from that gentle touch. She purred as he leaned in to kiss her and she returned it. Her tongue danced with his as they twisted together. Her paw didn't stop as she kissed him. She rolled them in her palm and gave gentle squeezes along with their throbs, along with their heartbeats. The kiss lingered and she found she could rub his balls up against her clit, fingers playing with her nub through her sack. She was in no hurry to change anything. She had needed a distraction from the night and the weeks before. With her pussy full of his cock and maw full of his tongue the young dragoness didn't have space to think about anything else. She was able to think about what his seed was doing within her as well, but not about what that would mean for the future.