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Foreword: Another "Story in a day" idea, this term has been rattling around in my mind after a discussion about it a little while ago. This afternoon it finally pinged and this is the free flow, unedited rough draft.

Prima nocta is the semi-historical legal right of a monarch to have sex with any female subject, particularly on her wedding night.

Oh, what a cruel and vicious thing man can be, we're capable of immense good, but even just a drop of power is enough to turn the average man toward vileness.

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Life for one such as Alard in the medieval times was not known to be good, in fact it more often than not was just a never-ending torrent of bad luck from the moment's serfs took their first steps, to their last. Yet, the young Knabstrupper stallion couldn't help but smile and hum to himself as he hammered a buckled plowshare back into shape. At first life under Lord Achille had been downright miserable, the large red dragon was as cruel as they came. Alard had lost two front teeth in the first week of arriving on Lord Achille's land for simply not moving out of his carriages path in time.

The whippings and beatings had started soon after, leaving the spotted horses hide marked with cross-hatched lines, thanks to one of the two guards being left-handed. They'd scoffed and laughed that first night, noticing how the deep red lines almost looked like a child had scrawled on his hide to play a game of X's and O's.

Just when things seemed at their darkest, a ray of light shone down upon young Alard. A beautiful snow-white Andalusian mare stepped off the latest carriage. She was to be a new scullery maid in the castle, Alard clutched at his chest when she passed him by and smiled. He felt his heart skip a beat when his chestnut brown eyes met her deep sapphire pools, he could not tear his eyes away from her, especially when she turned back to look for the polka dotted stallion.

"Get back to work!" A large ursine guard bellowed, ramming the butt of his Halberd into the side of Alard's head to draw blood. Still, the young stallion barely flinched before turning and heading back to the forge. His blurred vision swam with images of his pure white angel, whom he later learned was called Ygraine.

Their attraction for one another was as natural as magnetism, no matter what the world threw at them, Alard and Ygraine somehow always found a way to be with one another. Sneaking around late at night, even digging secret passages beneath the farm house and the servants' quarters, just to spend a moment together. No matter the risk, it was worth a mere moment of happiness together.

Eventually the day came when Alard could no longer stand being apart from Ygraine, he had been saving every scrap he could afford to spare in order to buy their freedom. In the process he had worked himself nearly to the bone, far slenderer than the first day he'd laid eyes upon his beloved, but it would be worth it to spend the rest of his life with her. It had all been arranged, the monk whom served in Lord Achille's chapel had arranged the paperwork and would slip it between other official documents the next morning to ensure it was stamped and sealed.

With their freedom all but assured, Alard and Ygraine decided on a private wedding ceremony, with the old badger monk performing the ceremonies out at the far end of the apple orchard. Ygraine dressed in a beautiful white gown, looking like a dream as she stood beneath the flowering branches above. The sunset over the mountains in the distance cast a fiery hue to her long white mane as it flowed freely in the wind.

The Knabstrupper stallion dressed in his best, or at least cleanest clothing as he stood beside his beloved. Arm in arm they listened and recited the words where needed, a single white silk strand bound about their wrists once the ceremony was complete, just in time for the first stars to appear in the night sky above. Bidding the monk adieu, Alard and his new wife took a leisurely stroll along the riverbank which wound up the side of Lord Achille's estate and back behind the servants' quarters as well as the stables.

Alard wished the moment would never end as he walked hand in hand with his wife, the world felt at peace as a hushed quiet settled over the farmland around them. The stars reflections danced in her eyes; her mane still scented of flowers from the orchard as a few had gotten caught in her hair. Husband and wife stopped momentarily, sharing their first private and intimate kiss as real husband and wife, soon to be free.

"There's one last thing we need to do before we are truly husband and wife, non?" Ygraine whispered with a playful husky tone to her words.

"What?" Alard asked dumbly, his lips following after hers as she pulled back to smile deviously up at her handsome spotted stallion. "Oh...oh!" he quickly caught on when she reached down to cup her hand over the bulge within his rough cotton slacks.

"But where..." Ygraine asked innocently of her husband as she lightly rolled her fingers against his growing bulge. She loved teasing him; she'd let him see just enough of her to keep him enticed, but they had yet to go beyond simple touching and kissing. Tonight was the night, they would finally consummate their love for one another. By this time tomorrow, they would be free to head out and forge new a new and brighter destiny with one another.

"Barn..." Alard almost whimpered as the beautiful mare nuzzled under his chin before nipping at his throat playfully, her soft hand squeezing and rubbing at him insistently. The more she did so, the harder he found it to think straight. He'd waited so long to be with her, he could hardly believe he would finally get to be with her, truly be with her.

The young couple ducked low and scampered further up the riverbed, heading back up toward the barn. Alard peeked his head out first to make sure no one would spot them entering the barn before he pulled a giggling Ygraine along behind him and into the darkness beyond. They dared not use a lamp lest they give themselves away, but with not a cloud in the full mooned sky, there was light enough to see what they were doing.

Ygraine lay back on the large pile of hay, her silken white mane cast about her like a veil as she smiled up at Alard. The moonlight turning her pure white coat silver, making the mare look like pure magic and beauty in physical form. Again Alard felt his heart skip a beat as he stared down upon her, saying a little prayer to himself to thank the Gods for this gift before him.

As he lifted his ripped and torn shirt up and off his body, just as she had done so many nights before, Ygraine reached out to tenderly touch and sooth his aching scared form. Her touch was better than any medicine, he felt like a new man whenever he was close to her. Every ache and pain seemed to fade into nothingness when she touched him. Her soft white fingers brushed down over his toned spotted chest and across his toned but skinnier belly, moving lower still until she was tugging at the course rope he used to hold his slacks in place. Alard closed his eyes and snorted with pleasure when his slacks fell about his knees and for the first time, he felt hands far softer than his caressing his manhood.

Ygraine grinned up at her husband, she'd not felt a stallion this intimately before, the feeling of him growing hard within her touch was unique. It was something she couldn't wait to enjoy every day, for the rest of their lives. Alard was a gentle soul, but a strong one too, no matter what they did to him, her husband refused to break or even become sour. She had seen how great he was with the servant children around; he had every hallmark of being a great father and she couldn't wait to accompany him on that journey.

"Oh my..." Ygraine gasped as she stared down at the heavy, thick and throbbing length in her hands. One hand raising to her lips as she tasted of the slickness her husband had deposited there, giving a pleased hum at his taste.

"What...?" Alard asked with a note of worry at hearing his wife, though when he opened his eyes to look down at her, he caught the look in her eyes.

"Is this all for me?" She purred up at Alard, while her soft hands began to stroke along his thick mottled pink and grey cock, as it bounced with every beat of his strong heart.

"That, and more, my dear. Congratulations on your nuptials!" Lord Achille hissed as stepped out of the shadows and glared at the young couple.

"M...my lord!" Ygraine gasped and quickly snatched her hands away from her husband's turgid flesh.

"I'm not to late, am I...Ygraine?" The large red dragon smirked as he snapped his fingers, at the sound of which, two guards hauled in a rather bruised and battered badger monk. With one eye too swollen to look out of, the other could not bring itself to look at the newlyweds.

Alard and Ygraine shared a worried look as they both noticed the monk's unwillingness to make eye contact. Something bad was coming, they could both feel it in their hearts. Alard gave an almost imperceptible nod at the beautiful white mare, one which let her know that no matter what happened tonight, he would find her again. Whether in this life or the next, they would be together, no matter what.

"Oh, before I forget, I have a wedding gift for the two of you..." Lord Achille's hissed, his forked tongue flicking along one large fang as he shamelessly eyed the beautiful mare in her virginal white wedding gown. Again, he raised his fingers and snapped, at which one of the guards stepped forward and handed him a parchment. "Your freedom...yes? Paid in full...but it requires one last thing, my blessing..." The red dragon with his curved golden horns laughed.

Ygraine winced when he stepped closer, reaching out to roughly grab her by the chin with his golden claws scratching hard enough to leave vertical parallel lines down her left cheek. Alard made to move, but her eyes pleaded with him not to. As much as it pained him to do so, he remained kneeling with his hands balled into tightly clenched fists.

"I will give you my blessing...but seeing as I am in such a giving mood tonight, I have another blessing I wish to bestow upon the married couple" the dragon grinned and stared pointedly at Ygraine, the look in his eyes made her blood run cold. "I invoke Prima Nocta...I shall bless this marriage...personally" he laughed and let his claws brush down along the mare's delicate throat over her breast.

"No..." Alard snorted, fighting with every ounce of his will not to knock the smug grin off the dragon's face. Again, Ygraine's eyes pleaded with him not to, it wasn't worth it. No matter what the dragon did to her, she would gladly give tenfold just to be with him. If this was how they assured their freedom, she would gladly sacrifice herself for their happiness.

"I'm not a monster, so I shall make you a deal...Alard" Lord Achille snarled as he finally turned to smirk at the stallion, whom still knelt beside him with his manhood erect and full display of his Lord. The dragon raised his free hand and made a beckoning motion, the same guard whom had delivered the parchment stepped forward again. This time he delivered an item to the confused stallion, tossing an object onto the hay before the kneeling horse. Alard stared down at his leather blacksmithing glove, frowning in confusion before he looked up at Lord Achille, whom was grinning menacingly at him.

"Go on, put it on" The dragon commanded, which Alard reluctantly did. The glove felt normal, just as it had every day he'd used it over the years. The hard, rough leather marked with shards of metal and splinters from hours of repairing farm equipment and weapons alike. "Pleasure yourself..." the dragon commanded as he began to rip and tear the white material from a panicked Ygraine.

"What?" Alard asked with even more confusion, surely, he couldn't mean for him to stroke himself with such a rough and jagged hold?

"You heard me, pleasure yourself. When you climax, I shall stop...blessing your wife" the red dragon laughed as he ripped the last remnants of the once pure white wedding dress from the white Andalusian mare. His hands roughly tugging her arms away from her chest, exposing her heaving breasts with small light pink nipples to his hungry view.

Alard stared hopelessly at the guards standing close by, hoping they would by some miracle step in and stop this madness. But the two large boars simply smirked as they watched their Lord claim his prize, his golden claws trailing down over one of Ygraine's breasts and over her belly before they dipped between her thighs and inside her. Ygraine did her best not to make any sounds for the dragon, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but Alard could see how valiantly she was fighting the losing battle.

Seeing no alternative, Alard grasped at his shaft with the rough glove and began to stroke along his turgid length. He felt every rough edge, every scrap of metal and every splinter as they scratched at his most sensitive flesh. He didn't know if he could make himself finish like this, but he had to try, he had to stop the dragon from hurting his beloved.

"She's pure..." Lord Achille laughed with surprise as he wiggled two thick claws between the mares' thighs. This news seemed to please him greatly, but he would savor that for later. Rising to his feet, the red scaled dragon undid his bely and robe, letting his expensive trousers fall to the floor about his boots. "Service me, wench" he demanded while gripping at his vicious looking, thick onyx ridged length. He loved the look of fear in their eyes when they first saw his evil weapon, though he was almost impressed by the look of determination in the beautiful white mares' eyes as she steeled herself for the task at hand.

Ygraine got to her knees and crawled over to kneel before the dragon, her soft hands gently reaching up to grasp his length. Slowly she began to stroke him, feeling the almost hard and rigid flesh compared to the soft warmth of Alard's manhood. The dragon smelled faintly of brimstone as well, causing the mare to wrinkle her nose in disgust.

"Your mouth, whore. Use your mouth!" Lord Achille growled, glaring down at the white mare whom flinched as he barely twitched a hand, making as if to strike her. Her soft lips and tongue quickly touched his flesh, sinking lower down onto him a moment later and bringing forth a satisfied groan. "Not so pure this side, it seems. Even my own chambermaids are not this skilled..." the dragon mocked as he rolled his head back in pleasure.

Ygraine's cheeks burned bright with humiliation as she tried her best to fight her gag reflex, but it seemed by taking the ridged length all the way in her mouth was what Lord Achille wanted. Soon he even began to caress his fingers through her snow-white fringe, brushing it back behind an ear as he stared down at her with an almost dreamy look in his eyes. She had not known the dragon even knew how to be gentle, it was so out of character for him that it was even more frightening than his more commonplace rage.

Alard snorted and huffed, the blacksmith glove gliding back and forth along his aching member. He was having trouble even staying hard, though he wasn't sure which pain was worse. The roughness of the glove as it bit at his flesh, or watching his beloved be used by the cruel red dragon. The guards stood by enjoying the show, sharing insults with one another as they pointed and laughed at the dumb serf cuckold pleasuring himself while watching his wife with another man. The monk could only watch with sorrow as the young couple was subjected to such unfair cruelty, mere moments before their lives were supposed to change for the better.

The red dragon began huffing and snorting, his golden vertical slitted eyes closing as he fought back his climax. But it was of no use, Ygraine was far better at sucking his cock than he'd thought she'd be. With his golden claws brushing back through her long white head of hair, he clutched painfully behind her ears while he forced her muzzle to take him completely. Goddamn how he loved feeling their throats flutter when they panicked, her nose buried into his musky crotch and making it impossible to breath. It was even better that her worthless betrothed knelt close by, watching as his wife swallowed a better mans seed. Only when his climax began to subside would the dragon withdraw his still stiff length from the white mare's maw, laughing as she coughed and spluttered.

One clawed hand remained entwined with her hair, pulling her head back roughly as he grasped his length with the other. Ygraine stared wide eyed up at him in panic, yelping and hissing as Lord Achille made to slap his still dribbling cock against her cheek, right over the scratches he'd left behind earlier. Alard snorted in anger as he heard the pained hiss from his wife as the dragon's seed caused her fresh marks to sting, further adding to the insult of having just pleasured the dragon.

But he was not yet done with her, he was still as hard as before, perhaps even harder, after having caused both equines physical and mental pain. Stepping out of his boots and trousers, Lord Achille raised a foot to kick his heel right into the center of Ygraine's chest, sending her stumbling back a step or two before she collapsed back onto the pile of hay, gasping for breath. The dragon gave her not even a moment to recover before he was on her, his golden claws scratching along her hips and down along her thighs, once more leaving angry red lines and even drawing a few drops of crimson in their wake.

Alard watched in horror as the vile dragon kicked his wife backward, following close behind as he scratched along her graceful legs to grip behind her knees and lift them up high. Ygraine was almost folded in half, already having been struggling for breath, the new position did not make it any easier for her to regain it.

"Guide me in..." Lord Achille snarled down at the frightened mare, but when she didn't move or even acknowledge his words, but instead tried to look for the useless spotted serf that was her husband, he grew angry. "Guide me in, wench!" the dragon snarled, his golden claws digging in deep against the sensitive backs of her knees, making Ygraine whinny in agony. Tears formed in her eyes as her trembling hands reached up, grasping the dragons vicious ridged length and guiding him down between her thighs. She knew what he wanted, something which had been promised to Alard, but now it was to be taken away by a sadistic master.

As soon as he felt the tight clench of her opening, Lord Achille dropped his hips down low and speared his entire length deep into the waiting mare cunt below. Ygraine tried not to, but she couldn't help but cry out as the ridged cock shred her maidenhead asunder like wet parchment in a storm. The pain was immense, almost enough to make her desire death rather than let this continue. But no, death was not worth it, that would rob her of all the moments she still had to share with Alard. She would bare this, for him, for them!

"Still defiant...impressive" the dragon laughed as he saw the look in her eyes, a deep satisfied rumbling growl bursting forth as he felt her now deflowered cunt flex and squeeze around him. She felt divine wrapped about his cock, like the finest silk and oils in the world. Even the way she stared up at him when he started to move, raking the spined ridges of his cock back and forth inside her, scraping against her tender insides. That fire in her eyes, the way she grit her teeth and fought not to cry out, she would be a tough one to break. But she would break, they all did, eventually.

Alard fought back tears as he watched Lord Achille claim his wife's virginity, he could tell by the way her platted tail flicked and twitched that it was not pleasurable. The Knabstrupper stallion watched as the ridges of the dragon's thick cock plucked and speared at his wife's delicate folds, stretching her over and over again. Alard wanted to close his eyes to the horrendous sight, but in doing so he felt he would dishonor his wife and the valiant defiance she put up in the face of such insurmountable odds. By some small mercy, her scent began to grow in the air, not much, but enough to bring some small measure of pleasure. Alard felt his length stiffen fully again, finally. Shifting his grip to try find the least painful path through his fingers, he managed to find some small shred of pleasure and soon he felt his own slick precum begin to drip to the hay beneath his knees.

Lord Achille's nose twitched as he caught the scent of Alard's arousal, smirking to himself as the stallion seemed to have found some measure pleasure finally. It was time to speed things up, soon the dragon would be hammering his hips down into the snorting and panting mare. He cared little for her pleasure, he was simply doing this to send a message to the rest of his useless serfs. So, what if he had some fun while doing it, it was his God given right!

Ygraine's eyes went wide, not only from the loud roar of the red dragon above her, but more from the scalding hot seed stinging at her abused insides. Lord Achille gripped her knees tightly again, forcing them wide as he ground himself as deep inside her as he could while he emptied his balls inside the married mare again. This time his spend was too much, she could not contain his entire cock as well as the overflowing essence, essence which soon burst forth and spilled down between her buttocks and over her clenched grey pucker.

Alard could smell it; he could smell the red dragons seed as it spilled from his wife's cunt. He would soon see it too, the pearlescent white glimmering in the light as it trickled down between the perfect curves of Ygraine's buttocks and pooled under her tail to matt her silken platted tail. Even more mess, tinged with the faint pink remnants of her eradicated virginity, spilled out of her slightly gaped pussy to mark her inner thighs. The dragon unceremoniously dropped Ygraine to the floor below, the hay partially cushioning the blow, but it was hard enough to make his wife wince before she rolled over and curled into the fetal position to whimper softly.

"Still not done? Good...there's one last thing I wanted to do..." Lord Achille smirked back at Alard, noticing the young spotted stallion had not yet climaxed. The hay before the would-be husband was as dry as ever, as cruel as he was, a deal was a deal with the dragon.

Ygraine yelped in agony as her platted tail was roughly gripped and pulled, forcing her over onto her knees. "Please, no more...I beg of you" the mare cried, but it was of no use. The dragon simply laughed and swatted her hard across her round bubble butt, making her jump and nicker in panic.

"I've not yet signed your document, you're still my property to do with as I please, whore!" the red dragon laughed, roughly tugging up the mares tail to reveal her little grey pucker, now glazed with a mixture of his seed and her blood. "Go on, cry, they all do when I claim their last virginity" he hissed as he forced a thick clawed thumb between her cheeks, piercing her last virginity to prepare her for what was to come.

"No...you can't!" Alard snorted and begged as he watched the dragon abuse his wife. He could see how Ygraine was squirming and snorting, her hips trying to squirm away from the unwanted intrusion, but Lord Achille's grip on her tail was absolute and there was no escaping him and his intentions.

"Shut your mouth, serf. Unless you wish to take her place?" the dragon threatened with a malicious grin back at the stallion. "Just as I thought..." he laughed when Alard hung his head in shame, knowing he'd broken at least one of the defiant equines this night. His thumb tugged and stretched Ygraine's tail hole wider, working her open just enough to allow the hard spade-like tip of his cock inside. He was tempted to just ram himself in deep again, but he knew he wouldn't last long in the mare's tight virgin behind. He wanted to savor the moment as well, he wanted her to remember this for the rest of her life, the moment he took everything from her.

With a satisfied hiss, the red dragon grunted in pleasure with every slightly larger ridge popping inside the mare's clenching sphincter. He loved feeling her tail trying to flick and lower as he held it aloft, letting both himself and her husband behind watch as he claimed her last virginity. With golden claws scratching at her flank, leaving more angry red lines in her no longer pure white coat, Lord Achille gradually sunk himself to the base of his vicious cock up the bride's backside. "You're a lucky man, she feels like new...well, not anymore!" he laughed and gave a slow theatrical grind against Ygraine's behind, causing the mare to groan in discomfort.

It was of no use, he had lost, there was no stopping the dragon, he knew that now. His last hope was that he would honor his word and sign the parchment, there was no other way they would ever be free of him otherwise. Alard watched with tears streaming down his cheeks as the dragon began to withdraw his cock from under Ygraine's platted tail, her little grey pucker trying to clench shut defensively, only plucking against every ridge as it pulled from her with a whimper from the beautiful mare.

Oh, how wonderful she felt here too! Lord Achille snorted and huffed, Ygraine's behind was so heavenly tight it should've been a sin. Briefly the red dragon thought to keep her for himself, but he was a man of his word. For now, she was still his and he fully intended to use her until he was sated. Soon he was having to tug back on her tail to force her hips back and up to meet his savage thrusts, his thick obsidian ridged length stroking in and out of the whimpering mare's asshole with a steadily increasing pace. Even the guards had stopped laughing by now as they watched their Lord sodomize the newlywed wife. The old badger monk had closed his good eye, palms together as he prayed, for what, only he knew.

As if a miracle had come, the red dragon again raised his face to the heavens as he roared out aloud. Ygraine whimpering as a fresh scalding hotness burned up her back passage when Lord Achille's came again, flooding her and stinging her battered insides anew. Thankfully, this time he did not intend to flood her. Instead, the red drake withdrew himself from under her tail, his clawed fingers gripping his still jerking and spitting member as he stroked the remainder of his climax out over the kneeling mare. Ygraine stung all over, where ever his seed touched the scratches he had left on her. But she was too tired to move, every little movement made her ache and pain flare up within her.

"I want you both off my land before sunrise, if I see you again, I'll behead you both and feed your corpses to the crows" Lord Achilles panted as he retrieved the parchment requesting the purchase of their freedom. With a smirk, he wrapped it about his still slick cock and signed it with his seed and a few traces of Ygraine's virginal blood. The dragon turned about and promptly forced the soiled parchment into Alard's open maw, patting him on the cheek mockingly before he scooped up his boots and trousers. With one last look at the young couple, he turned to leave the barn with a hearty laugh.

They were free, but at what cost?