The Wyrm's Harem: Capital Crimes
#1 of The Wyrm's Harem
Preface:
Some pointless yiff from me for once. Nothing here but (mostly) plotless, but well-written, sex. This story series contains adult anthropomorphic males and females (a dragon and a bat) in non-consentual heterosexual sex acts, and includes verbal and mild physical abuse, humiliation, power-play, spanking, sobbing, and general sexy mean things.
If you're under the age of legal majority in your home state/country, you can't read this story, since your mom or dad will eventually catch you, call you a furry faggot animal fucker, and disown you. It's true, swear to god! For the rest of you of age, remember, you'll go blind if you keep doing what you're doing. ;)
Enjoy.
The Wyrm's Harem: Capital Crimes
written by Bahumat
She sobbed as she lay in the rack. The whip marks across her back, while not damaging, had stung unlike anything she'd felt before. Her wings and back were covered in small welts, where the torturers had had their way. It hadn't taken long to get her to speak; she hadn't been paid enough to bother with really wanting to keep it a secret anyway. The linen whips had been enough pain to overwhelm her, and had spared her body any of the more damaging tortures they'd promised.
The stinging was softer now, little more than towel-whips, but across her wings it still felt like an agony of fire. She sobbed and watched the sun set, shivering, terrified. Silently cursing the bastard who'd paid her for the mission, for being sent to the castle of the prophet king to spy. He'd told her she'd be a simple scullion, beneath the notice of the wyrm upon the throne. He'd been wrong, and she'd not been within the castle kitchen a tenday before guards had calmly collected her, and she'd been taken to the tower.
Now she waited, watching golden sunset cross the clouds through the thin slits of windows. The night would be warm, the summer harvest just being prepared out in the fields. She thought of her father, a simple farmer, and burst into freshets again; she'd had the opportunity to be a farmer's daughter, if she'd just have stayed with the countryside. But riches had lured her away. I'm not much of a spy, she thought to herself. Caught on her first mission, and broken in but ten minutes of punishment that was probably less than most stablehands might get for failing to feed a horse.
Night descended, and her tears dried, her eyes closing somewhat. Faint breeze stirred the air within the tower, her naked body still manacled to the bizarre rack where the torturers had left her. She was, to her suprise, somewhat comfortable; they'd not bothered to do much more than immobilize her before the questioning had began. She'd spilled her guts in minutes, what little she knew, and had cried for no more of the stinging linen wraps to be lashed against her sensitive wings. They'd nodded, satisfied, and left her be.
Her fate was certain; spying upon the kingdom was a capital offense. No doubt she'd be hanged or beheaded tomorrow, and left out on the castle walls to rot, as warning to others. By now, though, she couldn't find it in herself to care. Homesickness consumed her. The world was a wide, scary place, and home had been stability. Now she lay, bound and helpless, whipped and abused, in the tower room of the king's dungeon.
Sounds of footsteps coming slowly up the long spiral stairs of the tower made her shiver softly. She'd told the torturers everything she knew. If they'd not believe her, she'd make up something, anything, to avoid any further punishment. Anything but the whips across her wings once more.
The door opened, and she turned her head from the floor, her wings involuntarily folding tighter across her back, trying to cover them and herself. Her eyes followed up the doorway, and she whimpered softly. The silver-white prophet king stood there, nude, two erect shafts sprouting from his hips and stacked vertically, his crown softly sparkling atop his horned head, guards following their liege behind.
"This is the one." the guard behind him said. "Your spy, sir."
The dragon slowly nodded, and a simple gesture of his hand made them back away, and head back down the stairs. Their instant, hesitationless obedience was more frightening to the captive bat than the terrible menace of the torturers had been.
The door shut softly, the drake calmly closing it with his tail as he walked in. A slow circle of the whimpering bat, her bound body naked, on her belly, on the padded rests. Spread-eagled, just as he'd ordered. The rumbling voice of the king rolled through the air, making her ears quiver softly.
"You knew the risks of being caught, little one. I can see many glimpses of your past, and many more of your future, those paths that still hold a future for you." he growled softly, reaching out a hand to run his claws slowly down her spine.
"You are Ceria. Your father and mother are farmers. Your employer, a simple cloth merchant, thought he might dabble in intruige of the courts and make a profit in my castle, by using you to spy." The wyrm chuckled softly, the torch he'd carried in being set softly in a sconce on the wall. "By now, your employer is being taken by my guards to the dungeons, to be imprisoned for his presumption. And you, little one, thought you knew the risks you took by coming here."
She stared at him as best she could, wide-eyed. "How do you know so much?" she whispered. Though the answer she knew even before the wyrm spoke:
"I am the prophet king, little one. I have ruled this kingdom for four-score year by watching the future. Thus has my kingdom prospered; thus have my people prospered." His claws returned to her spine, running down to her buttocks slowly, and her heart sank.
"Oh gods, please, no." she whispered, choking softly on the words.
The wyrm chuckled softly. "I am merciful, little one. By rights, I would have you hung, or disemboweled. But though you knew the risks, you were foolish, and thought one such as yourself would be below my attention. Nothing is below my attention, little one. You are a harmless fool, and you would never have learned anything of import from within the scullion's station. But I will not tolerate spies. Thus, I will punish you myself." He chuckled darkly. "You will find me less cruel than the men with the whips. But make no mistake, little one... this will be a punishment."
His hiss made her cry aloud in fear, and then once again as she felt his claws grasp her upturned rump. She was no virgin; two lovers in her past had touched her in much the same way, but now it gave her little comfort. She shuddered as she felt the warm, scaled hand slip under her exposed hips, and screamed in bitter frustration as she felt his palm cup her mons. A sharp slap of tail against her buttocks made her yelp, and the wyrm chuckled softly. "Ceria... you will serve me, whether you like it or not. Your life is mine, now. Save your breath for begging, be it for mercy or more, I care not."
The dragon's white hand ran along the short brown fur of the bat, admiring her figure. While nothing comparable to his harem, she was still fine enough to ravish, and her shivering and fear would only add to his enjoyment tonight. Rough hands gripped her hips, lifting them, and she cried out again, shaking her head, tears starting to spring to her eyes. "No, please, no..." she shouted, but the dragon was moving between her bound thighs.
Fingers found her sex, and a moment later, sunk into her depths, her useless thrashing doing little more but adding to the slow stimulation of the drake's fingers. Her ears twitched, her wings flapping softly on her back, but she could do little more than groan as she felt one thick finger, then two, sink up inside her. Despite herself, her body reacted, and she cursed it between gritted teeth, and cursed the dragon as well.
A sharp slap across her rump cut that short however, her yelp and fresh tears ending her muttered curses. The dragon against her growled in amusement. "I do believe, little one, your body is starting to enjoy this. What's the matter? Never been tied down and ravished before? Well then, maybe you'll like this..."
She cried out as something hard and warm pressed against her mons, then slid up and forward, raking over her clit. His shaft, in his right hand, held steady and raking the tip slowly over that nub. Shudders ran through Ceria's body within moments, crying and moaning suddenly fighting to be the first out of her throat. Her past lovers had touched her there, yes, but always cursory and without much enthusiasm. This was a wholly new experience; a male rubbing his shaft along that nub. Despite herself, she felt her fingers start to grip the wood of the rack harder, trying and failing to fight the sensations.
The dragon, meanwhile, was growling in warm pleasure, feeling her body writhe against his shafts, his hand against the bases ensuring steady, warm pressure was being brought to bear against the nub. The bat's soft cries were growing in pitch now, of a different sort, as the tip of his upper cock raked over her clit. "N-no..." she cried out, even as her hips lifted a fraction more. The dragon smirked in knowing amusement as he continued his attentions, keeping the hard, warm tip of his cock against that clitoral nub, stroking it with quick motions of his hand against the base of his cocks.
Ceria screwed her eyes shut, unable to believe what was happening. Tied to a rack, frightened, exposed, and being raped, and despite herself the warm pressure of that cock against her clit was making a warm rushing start to build in her hips. "Oh! Oh- oh no! NO! YES!" she screamed out, as a few more harsh grindings of cock on clit sent her over, a wet gush of fluid splashing over the dragon's cocks and down his thigh. She lay there shuddering for a moment, then cried out in incredulity, as she felt the cocks not bother to stop, simply continuing to grind against her. Had he missed her orgasm? she wondered. Her past two lovers had always stopped at her climax. This was a wholly new thing for her, and her body.
The wyrm, meanwhile, raked his claws down her spine slowly as his twin cocks moved against her monst. "That's it, little one. You'll beg before this night is over. You're mine, little one, all mine, and I'm going to have you as I like." His growls met her ears, and even as tears burst anew from her eyes in shame, the rest of her body flushed hard, in anticipation. "Damn you, bastard!" she screamed, even as her hips lifted a little more, gasping and clawing at the wood of the rack as the dragon brought his cocktips to bear against the entrance to her sex, teasing her more.
Minutes past, and she came thrice more, her cries and curses steadily choked by her gasps and moans, and moments of potent silence followed by breath as she would cum, splashing her body across the dragon's hips. His claws continued to scratch her back, uncomfortably intense, but not /quite/ painfully. His constant reminders of "You're mine, little one." rung in her ears, and despite her desires, or perhaps because of them, her hips continued to offer themselves to the beast raping her now.
A few moments after her fourth climax, he accepted the invitation, and sunk both thick cocks into her. Ceria's eyes flew open, and she screamed anew, the sudden ferocious stretch opening her hips wide, feeling the dragon's cocks sinking into her, inch by inch. "NO! GODS PLEASE NO!" she screamed, raking her hands against the uncaring wood of the rack, her knees helplessly trying to come together to stop the invasion. Certain she'd tear, but the dragon's shafts continued to fill her, further and deeper, the thick heat of them unbearable.
The dragon smirked softly, leaning over her back to lick up her right wing, choking her screams off with more soft gasps as her sensitive wings met his tongue. He knew how to enjoy such a victim; her prior climaxes having wettened her inner folds so much, he needn't fear her tearing around his girth. And indeed, as he sunk to his hilt, her choked screams began to turn to throaty moans, especially as his hands and mouth took to her wings. "I knew you'd like this." he chuckled softly.
Ceria blushed, burning with shame and now, a more primal, fundamental need, her hips involuntarily pushing back against the dragon's, her sobs and moans indistinguishable. As she felt his tips rake the entrance to her cervix, she began to babble uncontrollably, her words mixed and pleading. "Y-yes... nopleasenonotthere n-no... ohgodsyesYESmorenononoNO AAAAAHHH!" Her last cries as the dragon begin to thrust hard, sunk well and deep into her hips, the thick heat of his cocks grinding against inner walls.
Fingertips and tongue against her wings only further drove her body; either by luck or by knowledge, the dragon knew of their sensitivity, and was exploiting it ruthlessly. His scaled hips ground against her rump, her short tail unable to protect her.
Every twelve thrusts, like clockwork, she came around his shafts, her body flexing and grasping, her inner walls hugging the dragon's twin shafts hungrily, her thighs and back quivering, her wings fluttering softly now and again. The dragon grinned, and nipped at her wings here and there, eliciting screams and moans in equal proportion from his tender abuse of her body. Splashes of her cum flowed over his thighs, pooling on the stone floor beneath the rack, mingled with the clear precum of the wyrm.
A sudden hilting made Ceria's eyes roll into the back of her head, her scream not even heard to her, as the dragon atop her snarled and bit the back of her neck sudden and hard. Consciousness wobbled and flickered for Ceria, feeling only the incredible stretch of the dragon's cocks inside her, and then, as darkness started to take her, the hot gush of the king loosing his desire inside her, splashing out over her thighs, coating the fur in the pearly white seed.
The dragon watched her go limp and boneless, and snorted in satisfaction, slowly drawing away and out. From her hips, a flood of cum gushed out and down onto the stone floor, her spread pussy dripping his seed. "Good, little one." he hissed softly. "Tomorrow morning, we'll continue your punishment."
But she was already beyond hearing him, her exhausted body slumped in the rack, somewhere between sleep and coma. The king chuckled softly, eyeing her body. Oh yes, punishing this would-be spy would prove very entertaining yet.