The Wyrm's Harem: Capital Crimes 2
#2 of The Wyrm's Harem
June 22nd: Updated, removed a freudian slip. How embarassing!
Preface:
More pointless yiff from me. Nothing here but (mostly) plotless, but well-written, sex. This story series contains adult anthropomorphic males and females (a dragon, a bat, a boar, a tigress, and a stallion) in non-consentual, semi-consentual, and consentual heterosexual and lesbianic sex acts, and includes verbal and mild physical abuse, humiliation, power-play, bondage, oral anal and vaginal sex, light sexual torture, 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. ;)
This is part 2 of a story; if you want (not much of a) backstory on this, go find the first part and read it. Not that it's really necessary.
Enjoy.
The Wyrm's Harem -- Capital Crimes (part 2)
by Bahumat
Morning found her eyes, the thin slit cut into the tower wall firing a yellow line across her face. Her eyelids stirred, and she groaned softly into the wood of the rack that still held her. Her shoulders and back ached from writhing in her bonds the prior night, and waking to find herself still in them, she cried softly once
Ceria the bat, imprisoned for spying upon the prophet king. Taken to his tower, whipped into giving her meagre confession... and then her mind recoiled sharply from the sweet, dirty pleasure of the night that had followed. How the dragon king had told her he owned her. How he'd taken her, raped her, helpless and unable to resist her fate. Her sobs deepened as her hips betrayed her; memories flooding back of those thick, twin cocks pushing into her, her folds growing moist, the warm empty feeling of her desire rekindling itself. Remembering how unconsciousness had finally fallen across her as the dragon had driven those twin cocks against her womb. Her thighs still felt sticky from his seed, and her cheeks remained sticky from her tears.
An hour passed, and she heard a guard come up, her heart dropping. She trembled uncontrollably as the door opened, but the smell of plain gruel filled the air, and she relaxed slightly. Not yet her executioner for her capital crime; simply what was likely to be her last meal. She was spoon-fed, the guard making it silently clear that she would not be released from her bonds. After that, a chamber pot held up under her hips to relieve herself. Thankfully, only her bladder was full. She'd had nothing to eat yesterday, except shame and pleasure at the hands of the king.
The guard was a tall, muscular draft horse, as most of the king's retinue were, and he was efficient; once the gruel was eaten and the chamber pot used, he left, refusing to answer any of her whimpered questions, meeting them all with a stony, terrifying silence.
The door closed, and the sun moved. Time had stopped having real meaning. Now it was in bricks; one link to another. She had no idea how long it took the sun to cross those bricks, but it was the quiet time with which she measured the remaining hours of her life. She lay, softly weeping, regretting her avarice and foolishness that had led her from her life upon her father's farm, to attempting to be a spy. And for whom? A humble cloth merchant. What a farce, a sad, tragic farce.
She slept for a while, or perhaps merely lay unconscious in a daze, until the sound of the door opening startled her back to reality with a cry. She shuddered softly as the silver-white dragon stepped in first, once again nude. Her stomach twisted at the same time her inner muscles contracted in excitement. Had he come to rape her again? She eyed the twin cocks, now flaccid, lying against the scales of the drake. But he only smirked, and moved to one side of the room, taking a seat silently, regarding Ceria with a raised eyebrow.
After him followed a voluptuous tigress wearing silks that were next to useless as clothing; merely a formality, her bellybutton pierced and running a small gold chain, emblazoned with small charms, from her collar to her navel. Evidently a member of the harem. And after her followed two guards, one a large warhorse, dressed in simple uniform, and the other a muscular boar, bearing captain's stripes on his collar. The boar walked around Ceria once, studying her silently, finally grunting and moving to stand behind her. The horse moved to stand in front of her, watching her with a dull, lidded gaze, and a contemptuous sneer.
The king settled comfortably against the chair, leaning back, sprawling casually. "Ceria." he murmured softly. "This morning we continue your punishment." As he spoke, both boar and warhorse began to disrobe, only their trousers, warhorse pulling out a broad cock fitting for his species. Behind, unseen to her, the boar did likewise, his own member large and swelling. Ceria pressed her eyes shut, a low whine leaving her throat, more tears springing from her eyes. It was worse than she'd feared. Now she'd be a rape victim not just to the king, but to his men as well.
The dragon continued idly, his hand beckoning over the tigress, who obediently knelt before him, her hands settling on his knees, her own knees far apart, tail high on her back. "These two men are going to have their way with you, Ceria. Tonight, when we have played with your body as we like, I will decide your fate." He smirked softly, leaning forward over the head of the docile tigress. "Perhaps I'll add you to my harem, but I doubt it. You have not the generosity of proportion that I favour in my women and men. Or perhaps I'll give you to my rougher soldiers. Though I doubt you would live a three-day with the rough, unkind way they would take you. I haven't decided yet. Your futures are all interesting ones, those futures of yours where I don't simply send you to the headman's axe." A glance from him to the horse and boar. "Do with her as you like. Stop only when you are satisfied. Leave to return to your duties once you have had your fill."
Ceria opened her mouth to protest, but the large warhorse calmly grabbed her jaw, and suddenly his tremendous cock was forcing its way into her mouth, stretching her lips and throat. She bucked and gagged helplessly, but the rack ensured she could do nothing about it. The salty skin taste of the warhorse's cock filled her mouth, and the musky scent her nostrils. Tears burst anew from her eyes, realizing what she was being made to do. "Mfghgg!" she tried to exclaim, but the horse just grabbed her ears, making her entire body thrill, and began to thrust. She struggled helplessly, but hands on her sensitive ears were almost as bad as hands on her sensitive wings; even as her tears flowed, some part of her began to find sweet enjoyment in it.
The boar behind her was brusque; as she began to moan into the horse's cock, he lined his thick shaft against her hips and drove into her hard. She could find nothing in herself but to moan deeper, feeling the thick boar cock push the lips of her sex wide. Even as he did, she felt his rough hands slide around her hips, the middle finger of the boar's right hand starting to flex against her mons, seeking her clit. A few strokes in, he found it, and was rewarded with a muffled shriek of pleasure by Ceria, and the sudden tightening of her sex around him.
The dragon leaned back in his chair further, his twin cocks starting to show interest in the show before him. Wordlessly, the tigress that had followed him in moved to service him, her striped muzzle opening to take in his upper shaft, suckling on it steadily, her other hand slipping under her jaw to stroke the second shaft. She gave no sign of protest when the drake roughly grabbed her head and pulled her in, making her swallow at the tip of his cock. Indeed, she purred gratefully, especially as the king's tail slipped under her hips, and then into her sex.
Throaty moans began to rise from the tigress, the dragon's half-lidded eyes watching the bat being raped in the rack. Against Ceria, the boar was fucking her steady and deep, his hand under her hips making her buck and writhe in reluctant ecstasy, as her nub was roughly stroked. The stallion kept both hands on her sensitive ears, thumbs running along the edge as he thrust into her gullet. She was in agony, in ecstasy, being so roughly used, by these males so devoted to punishing her and thrilling her at the same moment. Her eyes opened, and she could only whine in further fear and pleasure as she watched the tigress being tail-fucked as she serviced the drake. And most heart-stoppingly, the dragon was staring her directly in the eyes. Powerful authority radiated from him, even in this moment, and she knew that he was far from done punishing her.
What thoughts she had were soon fleeting however, as the boar began to quicken his pace in time with his stallion partner, his rough hand reaching up to grab her wing-base and scratch down it with dull nails, firing off, it seemed, every nerve in her body. She came explosively around him, thrashing and screaming around the stallion's thick cock. Both boar and stallion smirked to one another and redoubled their efforts, their precums staining her muzzle and thighs with sticky fluid.
Meanwhile, the dragon was continuing to force his cock into his slave's throat, his powerful tail thrusting hard under the tigress, her tail waving high in the air in animalistic pleasure. The tip of his cock raked the roof of her sex, grinding and wriggling against her, the pebbly-smooth scales giving all the more texture for her sex to clamp down on. Her cries could hardly be muffled as she came at the sound of Ceria's climax, her purr almost obnoxiously loud. The dragon, all the while, grinding his hips slowly against her muzzle and hand, and watching Ceria.
The boar threw back his head and groaned, pulling out at the last moment to splash thick gobs of pearly cum across Ceria's back and wings, his hand under her hips spasming against the bat's clit, making another spectacular gush of Ceria's cum splash down onto the stone floor below the rack. The dragon tapped the tigress, and she drew off and away from him, a small moan escaping her lips as his tail pulled free. Ceria's mind had mostly shut down; her wings covered in cum, and her throat still being stretched by the stallion, his warm hands on her ears, stroking there, even as his thick, musky cock ran over her tongue.
The dragon rumbled quietly to the boar captain as he stepped away from Ceria. "Good work, Captain. I reward loyalty, and I'm glad to see you enjoyed her. You followed my orders well. Take your week amongst your family for the summer festivals. Dismissed." The boar saluted smartly, collected his trousers, and left. Ceria's eyes opened again, a soft mewl of confusion as the thrusting in her loins had ceased, and the boar was leaving. Then she saw the dragon walk around behind her, slipping from her field of view, and whimpered. She couldn't see the tigress that had already crawled underneath the rack under her hips.
A soft rumble fell over her ears, making her shiver all the more, even amidst the jaw-aching effort of being muzzle-fucked by the horse, still huffing and snorting above her, seeming litres of his precum still flowing into her. The dragon's voice rolled softly in the air, like distant thunder: "I told you before, little one, you are mine. My toy to make serve, as I like, to whom I like. And now, oh, how you will serve." Rough hands grabbed her thighs, keeping them well spread in the rack, the scales running along her thin fur there. Shuddering in fear, still her hips lifted wantonly, primal desire overpowering all the fear she could muster. And then she cried out in shock as she felt the so-rough feline tongue of the tigress under the rack, running along her clit. The sensation was too rough; her hips tried to draw away from it, but the dragon's hands slammed her hips back down. She screamed around the stallion's cock again as the eager tongue of the tigress ran along her labia and clit, warm breath running over her hips.
The dragon moved forward, and ignoring the captured spy's screams, he pressed his upper shaft against her ass, still slick with the saliva of the tigress now underneath, and pushed in. Ceria's eyes went blank at the pain of the sudden, unexpected stretch, but she could do nothing about it. The lower shaft found her nether lips and pushed in, making her fingers claw at the wood all the harder as she was so doubly, totally filled. A cock in her ass and one in her pussy, and another monstrous one filling her throat and mouth. All three hilted at once and held, her weak thrashing doing nothing but adding to their pleasure. Heavy hands fell over her ears and hips, and she sobbed, oh how she sobbed, as the tigress's tongue ran against her clit sudden and hard, lapping hungrily. The rough tongue was quickly turning her sex a red hue from the abuse, and the tigress below was enjoying it, judging by her purr. Of course, unseen to Ceria, the dragon had re-buried his tail in the tigress's sex, and was thrusting along with that as well.
From there, Ceria could do little; the dragon inside her thrusting fast and hard, spearing her ass with the thick heat of his cock, the lower shaft plumbing her depths from labia to cervix, and the horse cock in her mouth stifling her screams of pain and pleasure as intense sensations, too powerful to be labelled as either pleasure or pain, simply swept her mind along with it like flotsam on a tidal wave. The tigress below moaned and purred into Ceria's sex, her tongue raggedly grinding against the bat's sex, as the dragon's tail drove into her with the same pace as his hips above. The nectars of the bat's climaxes running down her hips were sweet to the tigress's tongue, and she lapped all the harder, watching as the constant, powerful rippling of muscles signalled the constant state of climax Ceria was being kept in.
Minutes passed like this, or hours, none could say, the air filling with the thick scent of sex throughout the room. The tigress came next, her claws reaching up to grasp Ceria's ass for support, raking it with deep, painful scratches as she yowled, the dragon's cock-tip having found the spongy roof of her sex, and pressed against it sudden and hard. Her sex clamped down on the scaled tail like a vice, and she roughly bit against Ceria's sex, not so hard as to draw blood, but not far from it. Ceria's eyes flew open and she screamed again into the stallion's cock, at which point the stallion gripped her ears hard, pinching them between thumb and forefinger, and hilted into her throat.
She could only blindly struggle as the long-patient stallion finally loosed his cum into her mouth and throat, gulp after gulp of semen with nowhere to go but down. She tried to gag, but couldn't even do that, with the horse cock buried so deep in her throat. Even as she did, she was coming all over again, the sudden bite on her sex, with the powerful thrusting of the horse and dragon, kept sending her over. Helplessly, she sputtered and choked as the horse pulled out, blasting her muzzle with another splash of his cum. Her voice found itself, once again babbling as the tigress and dragon refused to let up, his thick cocks in her ass and sex pounding so deep, hurting and thrilling her all at once. "No oh gods no no more please don't stop gods yes oh oh gods dragon more UNG GODS NOOO YE-ES-SSS!"
The dragon atop her smirked and drove hard into her, feeling his cocktip grind against her cervix, and the tigress underneath still going wild from his tail, licking and nipping at Ceria's exposed clit. He reached over the bat's body and took her wings in his hands, stretching them out, and then leaned over her to bite her wing-base, just hard enough to grip the muscles there. Ceria's cries instantly cut off, her throat constricting too much to make another sound, as the too-intense sensation broke her will, utterly. Her legs flopped bonelessly as she came again and again, her nerves sending her reports of climax that her conscious mind could no longer answer. Animalistically, she finally screeched out, well beyond the range of hearing, windows a tower away cracking softly from the scream of pleasure that spilled through her.
The dragon maintained the bite as he hilted once, twice, and on the third, drove himself home into her, thick, copious splashes of his cum forcing itself into her bowels and womb, her small body swelling slightly from the fluid gushing into her. Her world spun and darkened, curtains of shadow falling over her eyes, her last whisper a "More, please, no gods... yes..." and then consciousness mercifully, and finally, fled.
The dragon calmly released his bite, and pulled free of the bat, to offer his lower shaft to the tigress below. She gratefully accepted the offer, her strong tongue running against the thick shaft, cleaning it slowly of the sweet taste of the bat. She purred softly up to him, stroking her hands over his thighs. "Will we be keeping her, Master?"
The dragon chuckled softly, reaching down to affectionately scratch the tigress's ears. "No, little one. Her destiny is not to remain here. We will send her back home, to be a farmwife."
"How dull." the tigress pouted softly. "She has such a sweet taste."
"I think, after this little adventure Mieshu, that she'll never want anything but dull again. Besides..." the dragon chuckled softly down to the tigress. "... sweet taste or no, she's hardly a match for you or the rest of my harem, niu?"
Mieshu purred in agreement, smiling wickedly at the still-dripping body of the bat, and the horse slowly rearranging his clothes. "Yes Master. She passed out already. No fun there." At a silent gesture, she rose swiftly and left with the guardsman, leaving the dragon alone with his captive, closing the door softly as she passed.
Gentle rocking awoke her, the play of sunlight-dappled shadow over her eyelids, and the soft creak of axle wheels. Her eyes opened, and she stirred weakly, groaning. The smell of hay assaulted her, and she weakly turned her head. A generous looking female bear sat in the hay alongside her. "Welcome back to the land of the living, deary."
Ceria rolled her eyes around slowly, taking in her surroundings. A forest, some distance from the city... on the road to her home province. Tears weakly flowed into her eyes. "I'm free?" she whispered.
The bear looked concerned, and lifted a water gourd to the bat's lips as she spoke softly. "Free? I was told you were sent as courier, and fell ill. We're taking you home to recover, little one. You've been discharged from your service, I think." She gestured to a leather satchel hanging on a peg beside Ceria's head.
The bat drunk gratefully, then slowly turned, and opened the satchel. A parchment, simple letters, and within, a single gold solidus. More money than she'd ever held in her entire life. The parchment, scrawled short and without signature:
"Ceria,
I return you to your homeland.
Remember your past crimes, and know that you are forgiven.
Go forth and make your life anew, a just and good one."
And she did.