Cael
I don't usually write smut, but I do like the dragon-on-female stuff. I figure I can't just keep reading other peoples' forever. Gotta contribute. Mostly wrote it to see if I could, though. I suspect I'm not great at sex scenes yet, so I'm always looking for pointers. If people like this, I could do more. Maybe direct sequels? Tell me what you think.
Cael soared far above the forests he called his own, eyes closed, wings outspread, feeling the rush of air in his wake. His clawed limbs curled under him, half to make the flight easier, but half out of self-satisfied contentment. His hunt had been successful. His territory, the vast plains below him, was verdant as it rushed past. His shadow, rushing along the amber fields below, startled a pack of buffalo, which scattered instinctively. His hunger was not even roused, as he had already eaten one of their aging kin mere hours ago. The kill was easy, and Cael took great care to harm none of the young or healthy members of the herds of wild animals in his territory. He considered himself a conscientious ruler...
If a lonely one.
Cael's eyes snapped open, broken from his content reverie, as he struck a low-hanging cloud, droplets of mist covering his scales. The sudden chill matched his change in mood. Cael had not seen one of his own kind for nearly a decade now. The last was one of his cousins, checking to see if Cael still lived out here in the western plains. It was normal for dragons to claim vast territories, far serperate from each other. His closest neighbor, a glossy black female whose name he could not recall, tended to her own business in the woods bordering the north of Cael's territory, and had long since made her disinterest in him evident. It was a comfortable existence with such a territory, but in some ways a frustrating one.
Cael burst from the cloud he was in and flapped three times to gain slightly more altitude, swiveling his long neck around to scan the sky for threats. Generally threats on the ground could be ignored, as the true strength of dragons was their prodigal endurance in flight. No other creature could match them over long distances, and only a few were capable of threatening any of the breeds of dragon in mid-air combat. It didn't hurt to be cautious, however. Cael saw nothing but blue sky and the occasional cloud, almost apologetic as they hovered over his lands. Cael banked to the right, turning to follow the treeline of his north border eastward. His hunting expedition had turned into a patrol, as they tend to do. Just another way to pass the long summer days.
Because his patrols so infrequently brought action of any sort, Cael was surprised to find something amiss on the ground. His eyesight was as sharp as any other predator that hunted from the air, and there among the golden yellow of his plains was a brown stain, the corpse of a buffalo. One that he had not killed himself. Still suspecting wolves, Cael began to circle idly, lowering himself in increments to try and make out details that would confirm a wolf attack. Timber wolves occasionally gave up hunting deer in their native forest to take to the plains, but Cael often chose to scare them off. Being territorial was his primary hobby, and wolf meat was not terrible, given one could scatter the pack and take out one animal. Their kills were often messy, but when they managed it the wolves did a good job of cleaning up after themselves, letting nothing go to waste. They would often linger for a few days gnawing at their kill, its bones and eventually its marrow. Cael saw no evidence of such activity as he dropped down. Indeed, the buffalo corpse below him was mostly intact.
With a sigh, Cael dropped again, gliding to perch on a nearby rock outcropping. He had not wanted to land, not least of all because he was much more vulnerable on the ground. Mostly, however, he did not look forward to getting airborne again...always a laborious process without convenient cliffs or hills to launch from. As he was forced to glide a couple hundred feet away from the corpse to land properly, Cael trotted on all fours towards the corpse. He knew his deep copper scales were probably glinting his presence to anyone in miles, if the dust cloud his landing had thrown up hadn't already given him away. He picked up his pace, his muscles rippling under the scale as he surged towards the corpse, suddenly full of annoyed frustration. He slid to a halt in front of it, raisign one clawed limb instinctually. It was a gesture of curiosity in dragons, but also an indication that he was willing to lash out with catlike speed and significantly more force at anything that dared leap out at him. He supposed his more civilized cousins in the east would have found him ammusingly feral. He snorted, annoying himself again...
Of course, now that he had time to inspect the kill, he realized he had every reason to be annoyed. The buffalo had been taken down with poison. Specifically poisoned arrows. Likely the three that were lying on a cloth mat near the kill, next to several skinning tools, a bow...a satchel. 'Mortals', he thought. His brain sped through the possibilities as he investigated the corpse and tools. The werewolves it was easiest to dismiss. They were barely more graceful than their wolven brethren, and furthermore Cael liked to think he had an amiable relationship with them. Their alpha had bared his throat to Cael not three years prior, and likely wouldn't need reminding about territorial borders for another two years to come. No, definitely not the werewolves, they valued their lives too much to risk angering him.
Cael shook his head and turned over a few of the skinning tools on the mat with a claw, trying to glean additional information from their make. He knew little about human tools, except that they used them. They had such a collection for so many purposes that he hardly could keep them straight. The soft underside of his claw, padded and sensitive, traced the fine wooden hilt of a hooked tool, clearly meant to peel back the skin of an animal like a proper claw. The woodwork was very fine, with a delicate inlay that reminded Cael of the broad leaves of the forest not a mile in the distance. It had been askew, unlike the other tools, when Cael arrived. Likely it was the last to be used, and hadn't been replaced properly...almost like it had been dropped...
Cael stood bolt upright, balancing somewhat uncertainly on his rear two legs to give his head the maximum height to look around. If someone had dropped this tool and fled upon spotting Cael, they must have exceptional vision to pick him out of the brightly lit sky. His head swivelled to scan southward, making certain his territory was secure. He did not know human tools well, but he knew the difference between fine crafts and crude ones, and these tools, abandoned in haste, were among the finest he had seen in a long time. Among his hoard, hidden deep in the center of his territory, was several similar pieces. He had taken them from mortals impetuous enough to attack him when he was younger. He turned his head around again, sharp eyes picking out a running humanoid form a quarter mile off, breaking from cover in a natural furrow to run for the treeline. A feral, vicious part of Cael welled up in his chest, his fire bladder practically roiling at the thought of a chase, feeding off his pent up frustration. 'Perfect.' was the one word he thought, before his back legs coiled and launched him after the fleeing figure.
It was perhaps a wholly unfair engagement. The creature was fast, but Cael was larger, his strides longer, and his familiarity with the terrain, using rocky clusters on the ground to brace his bulk as he surged forward, allowed him to close the distance quickly. He could make out the running figure's features more clearly as he approached them. They were well-muscled, with powerful legs that never once stumbled or broke stride as they fled. The figure was wearing clothing, as mortals tend to do, a series of what looked like deerskin leathers, crafted into a simple vest with a similar leather bandolier that clattered as the figure ran, likely overflowing with more of those tools. Cael could make out tanned flesh on the creature's arms and where the legs were visible due to long slashes in the side of their deep black leather pants. Cael's vicious grin did not even break as he stumbled momentarily, recovering just in time to get his second wind and close that last fifty feet. His rear legs finally found the hard stone of an outcropping and tensed, sending the dragon briefly into the air. One pump of his wings gave him the last height he needed to slam into the runner's back, bringing them down under his bulk. He felt the air leave his prey in a strangled cry as his claws gripped the flesh of their shoulders and pressed them into the dirt and dry grass of of the plain.
There was a moment of vain struggle as the mortal beneath Cael tried to claw its way out from under him, grabbing great fistfuls of the plain's grasses and tearing them out in a desperate bid for traction. He rose, careful not to crush his victim's chest completely and kill it outright. He kept his front claws on the creature's arms, preventing it from turning itself over. He had a moment to inspect what he had caught. The creature was slender, though his original assessment of it being well-muscled was undeniable. It smelled of dirt, sweat, buffalo blood...the sharp pheromone that mortals excrete when they're afraid. That was good, at least. Its hair was long, at least as Cael could judge these things, braided into a single deep chestnut strand. Cael released pressure on his captive's shoulders for a moment, causing them to roll over and try to stand with startling quickness. Cael was too close, however, and merely slammed one clawed hand into the creature's remarkably soft chest as it sat up, pinning it again in the dirt.
For the first time, Cael and his quarry made eye contact.
Cael's captive turned out to be unmistakably female. Cael had interacted with enough of the mortals to tell the difference. Her eyes screamed defiance as she brought her now-freed hand up to the bandolier, now loosened, on her chest and drew a long, bone-handled dagger from it. Cael closed his claw around her chest, lifted her into the air as she drew it and bodily slammed her into the dirt again. It was luckily soft enough that she did not break anything, but the stunned female was easily disarmed. Cael curled a claw and flicked the dagger away, sending it soaring off through the grass. Somewhere out of sight it made a soft metallic ringing as it struck a rock. The finality of the sound was followed by a moment of silence as the female and Cael looked back to each other. Cael's gaze traced her body up from where her chest was heaving between two of his claws. He inspected the smooth skin of her neck, bared before him. If he were in an even more foul mood he may have torn out her throat right there, but something held him back. He settled his weight back to get a longer look at her face. Her eyes were a partially transparent amber, still full of rage. He ignored that, and glanced around her head to her long, pointed ears. He snorted, a blast of hot air hitting her face and briefly causing her features to contort with confusion.
"Elf." he names her as he speaks. He was unpracticed in their language, but not uneducated. She seemed not to understand, so he shifted his weight again, pinching the elf's bandolier between the two claws of his other hand. Those who say that dragon claws are naturally sharp are perhaps overstating things. Though they carry an edge, especially if the dragon that owns the claws puts effort into their maintainence, few dragons care to do so. On the scale that they operate (pun, of course, not intended), dragons use raw force and mass far more frequently than they need to make use of a fine edge. Cael tugs at the bandolier briefly, before gripping it between his much sharper teeth and biting apart the leather, tossing away the last of the elf's tools.
Cael paused again, mouth slightly open, still grinning the draconic grin that follows a successful chase. He decided to startle the elf, his victory now assured, and threw himself backwards, moving to circle the prone elf. It is to her credit that she did not immediately move, instead taking in deep breaths of air, trying to recover from the impacts he had given her. As he circled, he had time to watch her. Despite her mortal nature, there was something in the way she shifted her shoulder blades in the sand, turning her eyes but not her head furitively to watch him. He moved around to stand behind her head, trying to taunt her into making a move with his poor positioning. She took the bait, rolling onto her spine and flipping to her feet. Her furred leather boots hit the ground and got all of three steps before Cael spun around, lashing out low and blindly with his tail. Perhaps if he had pounced she would have rolled away, or had some other plan to escape, but Cael was enjoying himself now, and he wanted to convince the elf of its helplessness before he tried to talk to her.
She hit the ground for the third time in the same day, his shadow passing low over her body as he leapt over her and spun in place. She stared up at him, belly down, face now covered in dirt and a few scratches marring her otherwise perfect tan skin. He still grinned, his frustration working its way into something else, his pulse still not having died down from the race.
"Elf." he reiterated. Perhaps in his strange mood he sounded monstrous, or even crazed. Cael did not care, he simply wanted her to respond, to react and acknowledge him in some way. He stared her down as the word hung in the air. They watched each other a moment more...then she hung her head, another shuddering breath leaving her as she spoke for the first time in her lyric tongue.
"Do it, beast. Do not toy with me like a cat with its prey. If you mean to kill me, at least do me the grace of letting me die quickly rather than beating me to death." she said, her head bowed, the long brown braid of her hair pooling on the ground beneath her as she rose to a kneeling position. She settled back to sit on her calves, eyes closed, shaking in fear with each breath. Cael watched silently as she sat there, awaiting death with quiet dignity. He was nearly taken aback, but he was in far too good a mood now to have his day ruined by solemnity.
"I thought the humans had returned to my territory." Cael spoke slowly, testing each word. He tried to avoid words that made perfect sense in his own draconic language...like 'solemnity', and stick to those that he knew well. "I kill every third human that comes. The rest are driven off so they know to avoid this land. You are not human, but you come to my territory. You stole from my herd. You tried to wound me. Why did you come here?"
The elf's eyes snapped open at that question, looking back at him with the same defiance as before, though they were now rimmed with tears. "I came because the wolves forced us to come here! I came because you drove them into our woodland time and time again, and that war has torn my people to shreds! I came because there is nothing left to hunt among the trees, not while the wolves ally so easily with dragons and we are left without a thing to barter because we will not pull metal from the earth!" She was shaking harder now, her fists clenched in rage even as she blinked repeatedly. Cael had flattened himself on the ground, watching her carefully from a distance he thought would worry her. He was glad to have such an effect. He missed the smell of mortal fear. It was something of an addictive thing among dragons, which is why so many sought it out. Little intoxicated a dragon so easily as an entire village, terrified, their fear filling the winds with its heady scent. Cael was no exception, though he saw the destructive path it had led some of his siblings down, and so this tiny sampling was all the more enticing. His snakelike, forked tongue flitted out, uncomfortably close to her face, and she silenced, watching him carefully again.
"I hear your words." Cael began, he believed it was a traditional part of an exchange in the sylvan language. A promise of attentiveness. Perhaps a stupid concession, but there it was. "I do not know of this conflict. I only know my territory." Cael briefly and silently bemoaned his own lack of vocabulary before continuing. "I cannot kill you. I do not need conflict with elves." That statement brought a glimmer of hope to her expression, not quite a smile, but for a moment her mounting misery faded, only to be replaced by wary uncertainty. Cael hissed out his next words "Who will take you back in? Do they know where you have gone? I will not enter your woods."
Far more comfortable with the diplomatic turn their conversation has taken, the elf straightened her back. "I was not sent here. I am Ahani, of the Greywood tribe. I came here to hunt of my own volition. Does this mean you would release me? Take me back to my people? We could ally. We could work against the black bitch that leads the wolves of the wood. There is no need for conflict, but if you kill me they will find out...they will...avenge me." Ahani finished stammering out her threat as Cael rose again, his head above the elf now that he no longer lay flat on the ground. She looked up at him, coincidentally baring her neck again. Cael eyed it, and the tightness in his chest that he was slowly starting to no longer attribute to the brief chase returned in full force. He decided something then and there, rising to his full height to appear as imperious as possible.
"No, elf. They will not avenge you, for in the same breath you admitted they do not know where you have gone. Your people sound weak, unable to handle the few werewolves that remain in the Graywood." He said, hoping his booming tone of dismissal would return the panic, the desperation that he had seen from her before, instead it was met with a wall of anger.
"Listen, monster! The wolves have grown greatly in number these past two years. They know well the ways of the forest and have hunted everything for miles in its heart. If you do not ally, they will come for you and kill you-..." Ahani was cut off silently by Cael's claws slamming into the dirt on either side of her legs, his head now angled down, directly above her face. There it was! Her fear was back, this time he could see her breaths quicken in her chest, her pulse in her neck. He inhaled deeply, the fear-lust overtaking him. He grinned his draconic grin again.
"You will not return to them. Neither will you die, elf. You will return with me to my lair. I will hold you there until I have spoken with all parties involved in this tresspass. I will speak to the Black Bitch, as you call my neighbor. I will speak to the wolves. I will find your people. Then I will make my decision. Until then, you are mine." Cael spoke the last words and something in his chest tightened. Yes. She was his, wasn't she? She would fill his lair with her heady aroma of fear and uncertainty. He would perhaps singe her a little. He would find ways to keep her afraid. When he grew tired of her scent or too hungry, he may yet eat her, or perhaps make good on his offer. It had been a while since he had spoken to his black-scaled neighbor, and the werewolves...Cael reminded himself his relationship with the wolves had been cordial for years. Yes. It was a good plan.
Cael decided to set it in motion, still carrying that tightness in his chest as he leaned forward and shoved the elf backward. She struck out against him, but frail mortal fists did not fare well against his interlocking belly scales. He trotted over her and pinned her with one of his large back claws. She clawed at the edges between his scales. Draconic skin was soft, but tough, and he would be surprised if her nails could breach it even if she found a gap. "I am Cael, Ahani. You will remember that name and call me by it." His back digits were specifically designed to lift and carry off prey that he had downed, and though Cael had perhaps fallen out of practice being unable to carry off the bloated buffalo that filled most of his territory, he remembered all too well how to take wing with a burden. He also found that mortals tended not to struggle once airborne.
Carefully keeping his rear claw curled upward to hold onto the still-struggling elf, he trotted over to a rocky outcropping a few hundred feet off, alighting on top of it on three limbs and spreading his wings wide to pick up the flow of the wind. It was towards the end of the day and the heat of the day was at its worst, the thermal rise from the terrain was pleasant. This would be a manageable flight, despite his burdern. Cael spread his wings and dove forward off the rocks, sending up a spray of dirt and gravel with his takeoff as he strove for altitude. Five hundred feet, perhaps, and an easy glide home...
It was around dusk when Cael's lair came into sight among the plains. His lair was not some grand mountain like his cousins all sought, but instead a natural hollow in the stony earth of the warm plains. It had been carved out some time ago by a river, and left two jagged stone overhangs with a gap in the middle just wide enough for a gliding dragon to slip between. To those unfamiliar with the terrain, it would appear that he was merely coming in for a crash landing. He began his slow descent from nearly a mile out, not wanting to risk a rough landing with his passanger.
The burden in his back claws had ceased struggling as he expected, her surrender perhaps expediated by exhaustion in one claw nearly causing Cael to drop her. A quick transfer to the other limb was all that was needed, but the scream that it summoned would have woken the countryside...if Cael allowed other species to settle on his land. He heard her draw in breath as he dropped down to ground level. Perhaps the elves' reknowned night vision did not allow her to see the opening in the earth? Regardless, he tightened his grip on her enough to silence her scream before it came out. Cael managed a fairly graceful landing, if the assessment wasn't his own. He was somewhat tired, but had eaten well that day and wouldn't be concerned with food until mid-day tomorrow at least. His captive, however, merely curled into a ball on the floor and shivered. Of course! Cael had forgotten about the mortals' poor insulation for flight. She was...Cael tried to tell himself there was a reason she could not die. He couldn't seem to articulate it, however, and instead pulled Ahari gently over one shoulder onto his back. She was cold, probably not dangerously so, but still...
Cael trotted over to the natural turn in the grotto that hid his horde, elf across his back. She gripped two of his scales tightly, as though to leech all the heat from his body with sheer will. He was ambivalent about her presence for the moment, so long as she did not escape. There were important rituals to observe, after all. Cael approached the shining pile of metal that was his horde. Cael hopped over the small stream winding its way through the solid stone floor. That stream was all that remained of the mighty river that once carved his home.
It was perhaps worth noting that dragons did require a certain amount of both base and precious metals in their diet to keep themselves healthy. One of Cael's reknowned and learned aunts had once told him that hoarding of metal was merely to deny it to other dragons, an attempt to inspire competitiveness in the bloodlines. Cael told himself he simply collected it because it was useful to have...but like the smell of fear that the elf had exuded, the smell of gold drove Cael quickly forward to bask in its aroma, shifting the modest pile with his foreclaws. It was barely half as deep as he was and only slightly longer around. It was only when he found the broken wood planks that he tore from a wagon that once passed through his territory that Cael remembered his other task. Satisfied with his horde's condition, he began collecting wood into a small pile about a dozen feet away from the wealth, against the grotto wall. When he was content with its size, he hacked a bit, then spit up a tiny, burning blob of gel, the same that was stored in his fire bladder. It ignited instantly as it reached the air, and soon the pile of wood was a softly cracking fire. Content, Cael lay the elf a safe distance from the flames and returned to rooting in his hoard, sorting and inspecting individual pieces, occasionally stopping to roll in it and ruin the whole order.
Ahari, warmed by the heat of the fire, took only minutes to rouse, and shifted restlessly long before she truly awoke from her chilled stupor. She cracked open an eye furitively to catch sight of Cael, still apparently only interested in his gold, silver and iron. He tossed an iron chain out of the pile towards her, but did not glance in her direction. Ahari closed her one eye, briefly running through the scenario of using the chain to choke the dragon to death. No, she was nowhere near strong enough to crush the scales that protected his long neck. She pinched her eyes shut even harder, trying to resist welling up with tears again. Her friend had warned her, and she had gone and done it anyway. If she could have just gotten back home with a flank of one of those creatures...if this damn dragon hadn't lucked along just when she had taken it down. She let out a small whimper despite herself, and Cael shifted his head around on the pile of wealth, his mouth open in that stupid expression again.
"Awake, elf?" The dragon said. She didn't respond, refusing to even move. she heard something clatter across the floor towards her, but she resolved to convince the creature she was asleep. Or at least she thought she would, until its snout bumped into her neck, its long tongue briefly slapping into the meeting of her neck and collar. Was it tasting her? She flinched at the touch, recoiling, and opened one eye again. Sitting there, a long iron chain with a ring at the end in one of its claws, was the dragon. He stared down at her somewhat blankly, or perhaps she just didn't understand its expressions. It stared nonetheless. She rolled back and propped herself up, seated, with her elbows on the ground.
"Do not touch me, monster." She cautioned, though in truth her bravery had long since fled with the onset of hunger and chill. The breathable, open portions of her leather armor had been wonderful in the mid-day, but now she considered them a liability. Ahani miserably thought to herself that she had intended to be home by now. She flinched again as the dragon moved forward. As soon as she did so, his mouth opened even further, that stupid expression returning. "Do not look at me like that, monster. I do not like it."
That actually seemed to give him a moment of pause, and she thought she had hit a nerve, but her momentary victory was only shattered when in the next instant he straightened his neck to bring his maw closer and said "I look at you how?" The inarticulate monster was insufferable, its hot breath washing over her face as it stared her down.
"Like...you plan to eat me..." Ahani was now unsure. She had always thought that the expression was one of hunger, or cruel mocking laughter, but as she watched the dragon's body, heaving with deep breaths as it watched her, she began to doubt her assessment...
Ahani leaned farther away from the dragon.
Cael finally knew why.
It was his own fault. He had been thinking about his black scaled neighbor earlier that day. He had been thinking about how lonely he had been and how little he had seen of his own kind. He had worked his frustrations into the chase and only had them rewarded with the capture of a female. He had mistaken real lust for the fear-lust. Or perhaps they had mixed after so many years of being alone. It didn't matter anymore. Cael knew what was happening within himself now, and blood surged to his neck and crest as he resolved to do what he only now realized he had intended all along. "Do not move, elf." he said, stalking towards her, dragging the chain across the ground.
Ahani panicked. The burst of fear hit her in some primal place in her brain. She knew that dragons occasionally kidnapped females from other species, but they were always eaten, weren't they? It was inevitable that she would die. That is why she was afraid, wasn't it? She tried to ask herself the question again and again, but as the monster approached she knew there was something else. It was not merely interested in her as a diplomatic tool or hostage. It did not look at her with hunger. By the gods, Ahani, did the beast look poorly fed? She began to scramble backwards on her elbows as it approached. Her fear caught in her throat as the monster lunged.
Cael's claw wrapped around one of her legs, leather and all, and dragged her back across the stone. She screamed. He knew she would, and the scent that struck his nostrils nearly drove him into a frenzy then and there, but he was no animal yet. He pressed forward, flattening his warm belly across hers, his snout mere inches from her face. She looked at him, paralyzed. That smell! He fumbled with his claws, now desperate, bringing the manacles he had saved from attacking that caravan of slaves only two months ago to bear. She struck him with one limb. It made a hollow sound as it hit his snout, he responded by hissing, barely believing the sound that he made as he grabbed her arm, bringing the manacle around her wrist. At the far end of the chain he had already run one of those thick iron rail spikes that humans left in the few mines they had started then abandoned in his territory. He pulled at the chain, and the elf jerked across the floor with it. He pulled her again and reached the wall. Cael raised the spike up to the solid stone wall and with the sheer force of his muscle and scale drove the spike its full length into the wall. He tugged at it. It was stuck. He looked down to Ahani, no...the elf. She lay there on the ground, the long chain pooling around her wrist. She looked up at him one more time, this time her tears were evident. He tasted the salt on the air with his long tongue. The lust, whether fear or otherwise...returned.
Ahani tried to rise, tried to flee, maybe pull the spike out, maybe...maybe... She had no idea what to do. The monster loomed above her now, her shadow on its back under his as she turned her head away to look at the wall. The fire shifted and flickered as the shadows moved. The monster reached down, pushing the pads under one of its claws across her thigh, and up past it towards her breast. It lingered there a moment, the dull pressure practically forgettable as it pushed her armor into her bare skin. She took a deep breath, and it came out ragged. No. She would not let this happen. She would fight it. It wasn't right, it wasn't fair. She just wanted to help her people and now she was stuck in the lair of a dragon, a monster, an unkillable demon with lust etched on its features, chained to the wall with no chance of escape. Its single claw continued to kneed at her chest as the monster brought its head low and ran its long, now shockingly wet tongue across her collarbone, up her neck and past her cheek. She turned her face away from the attention, which only brought it back twice as quickly. The monster took long, lingering laps at her neck, her face. She flinched as it suddenly stepped backwards, bringing its maw further down her body. It licked the soft leather of her armor, leaving a glistening trail of saliva.
It was not an accident that Cael was moving with deliberate slowness. The lust was there, yes, and he had resolved to take this elf as his own, but with the heady scent of his horde now mixing with her fear, he had slipped into an intoxicating daze. He lavished attention on her armor, the taste of fear all the closer as it soaked from her nervous sweat into the furry leather. He luxuriated on the feel of her soft body, the pads of his claws pressing on every curve and pathway. He memorized the taste of her skin. So close to the prey he had consumed his entire life, but now through the veil of his infatuation...something better too. Cael reached down with his toothed maw, the sharp fangs of his upper lip opening, causing the elf to flatten herself against the rapidly-warming stone floor in desperation to avoid him. She could not possibly think she would be eaten, could she? He would show her what he meant. Cael bit down on the center of Ahani's leather vest, pulling back, tugging the elf just barely off the ground before twisting his head and ripping the leather with his teeth. She gasped as it gave way. Her beautifully rounded, cuppable breasts slipped into the open air, ochre in the firelight. The flawless skin of her chest was now exposed.
Ahani was having none of this. She had had lovers before, yes, but proper elven men. They had courted her, showered her with gifts, composed poetry, made advances both charming in public and intimate in private. This...though, this was unthinkable. The lust that the creature that was panting above her was displaying was almost obscene in its intent. Saliva barely had time to pool in the sides of its maw before it was lowered and the slippery, glistening tongue ran across her breasts and bare midriff again. This could not be happening. The monster licked her again, lingering on her breasts, its remarkably mobile tongue curling around first the left, then the right. He panted obscenely as he watched her, the letchery in his eyes unmistakable. He lowered his head for another pass, his languid expression one of complete bliss. Ahani, however, was suddenly possessed of a powerful fury. This would not happen! She saw the way the monster looked at her, she felt the way it touched her and she wanted...none of it! She lashed out, suddenly, striking at the creature's eyes. It recoiled, momentarily, and she scrambled away, turning to run, in her blind rage completely forgetting the rail spike and the chain around her wrist. She got not seven feet before the chain jerked tight, reaching its end. She was free of his attentions for all of seven seconds before the monster was on her again. "Do not touch me!" she screamed, not believing the raggedness in her own voice. Why was she acting like this? Why did her words sound so weak?
In the sudden strike against himself Cael indeed recoiled, but only for being so startled. The elf had done no real damage, but when she tried to flee again...something in him snapped. This elf was his! He would not let her escape! Not when he was so close! Using the powerful muscles of his rear legs, Cael lept through the air after her, and when the line of the chain went taut he was upon her, pressing her imobilized body into the floor, licking at her bare torso feverishly now. In between quick breaths and long, frenetic tastes of the Elf's smooth back, he spoke. "Do not run. Do not move. This must happen. I must take you. I must take you." He barely had the presence of mind to speak the sylvan tongue, so lost he was in the rapid onset of his frenzy. He could not wait any longer to see his prize. He held the elf's thighs with both hands, only dimly even recognizing that she was trying to pull her legs closed...but very clearly recognizing that her breath was becoming just as labored as his. There! They were open! His snout surged forward, wedging itself in between her legs, but when he finally gave a long lick to his prize, his frenzied mind regognized that her leather pants were still on. He bit down, trying hard to only nip at the leather, but he must have caught a thin scratch across the elf's leg, for his nose suddenly detected blood. Fear, gold, blood. Somewhere in the primal core of his species, Cael's dragon heart responded to this. He stood up, shreds of Ahani's pants hanging from his mouth, just a few drops of blood highlighting his chin. If her fear was exquisite before...it became unbearable in face of what happened next.
Ahani told herself to be horrified as the dragon tore off the last of her garments, and with it the last of her modesty. Her smooth, hairless slit was as exposed now as the rest of her, and she told herself to...damnit! This monster is attacking you! You need to get out of this...you need to...the thought died with the many others in her head as her eyes beheld what was happening before her. The monster had stood up, and from somewhere under its scaled belly, between its muscled thighs, a slit had opened, exposing the dragon's ribbed, erect cock. It swung down, the heat of the thing practically radiating across her legs as it hung there. A blush spreads across Ahani's face, she cannot deny it is...something. Something to look at. Something that is...no. Her arm swings up across her mouth, her expression torn between the fear that had defined her entire day...and the slowly mounting lust that was growing in her heart.
It would be a lie to say the dragon had not been rough so far. She was chained, helpless, alone. It had pushed her down when she tried to flee. It would not leave her alone. Its tongue had done...some incredible things to her neck... Ahani relented. She brought her other arm up to cover her eyes, the tears now coming in full. This was shameful. This was disgusting. This was wrong and not her fault and she was slowly, without being able to deny it...starting to enjoy it.
Cael noticed.
He knew gestures of submission when he saw them, and though this elf was far from broken, he did not need a broken toy. He needed her. Now. His maw plunged back down between her legs, meeting none of the resistance from before as he parted her thighs, and then the moistening lips of her slit, barely parting her folds as his obscene, slimy tongue brushes against her hood. Ahani shifts in place, breasts pressed together as she covers her face, her breathing is now labored, slow. The rough texture of the surfce of Cael's tongue finds her slit again and runs almost expertly along it, parting her folds and leaving him with the taste of her. The dragon leaned back a moment, half-lidding its eyes, almost savoring the moment...before diving right back in.
The beast was insatiable now. Ahani had no other word for it. Some sort of primal lust had gripped the dragon and a similarly deep part of herself knew that this would not end until it was done. The monster's tongue found her slit again, but this time instead of merely licking among the folds it plunged right in, the pebbly, textured surface causing her to cry out for the first time in her life from a lover. A blush of shame came to her cheeks as she realized this, only deepening when the creature took both her legs in its hands and hoisted her feet onto its shoulders, giving its head a better angle to continue its rough tongue-fucking. The slimy member plunged into her and twisted around, scraping along her inner walls so violently as to make Ahani nearly squeal with surprise. She had never had a lover do anything close to this. Her toes curled as her hands, still resting by her elbows on the ground, tried to grab clumps of the hard stone floor to brace herself. Her crotch almost began to push back of its own voliton, but the dragon suddenly withdrew its sount. She looked up to see it glistening there in the firelight, covered in its own saliva and her juices. The tears were in her eyes again now, but only because she had been so close...
Cael withdrew. He was not done. He couldn't be done yet. The heat in his member was intense for him, a tightness that he felt he could barely contain. He knew he must. This opportunity could not be wasted. He grabbed the elf with his front claws, flipping her over and causing a grunt of surprised discomfort. He was enraged, confused. He pressed himself down onto her, his heated shaft pressing into the small of her back. His thighs rocked back and forth, letting it slip along her smooth skin and leaving glistening globs of pre in its wake. Soon her back was slick with the stuff, but Cael was hissing in frustration. He pulled her up with his claws again, the rough scales sliding across her now slick back and coating her breasts with his slime. He lowered himself and brought his neck alongside hers, his hot breath passing her ear as he brought his shaft between her legs. It slid past her thighs once, slickening with the same pre. Ahani whined, a desperate, pleading sound, Cael did not care if it was terror or lust at this point.
Nor did Ahani.
Clutching her thighs around the dragon's member, Ahani began to work back and forth, feeling the dragon begin to thrust, and the heat in his member begin to build as she did so. Its bumpy, ribbed surface slipped along her legs, its topmost ribs just barely parting her slit, leaving her whining desperately for some sort of attention...anything to end this night. Stopped, suddenly, which earned another hiss from Cael. "I must have you..." the dragon barely managed to growl out between licks of her neck and cheek. She didn't seem to listen, instead turning around to lie on her back. He began to thrust forward again...
And was surprised to find her hands come up to meet his cock.
The manacle clattering, she grabbed his now-slick member with both hands, running them along it, pulling it, and him, down to press it between her palmable breasts and glistening midriff. She stopped her slow jerk of him after only a few moments of this, staring at what she was doing with an expression of shock and disbelief...before giving the entire shaft one long, languid lick. She thought she smelled something in the air.
Cael watched in disbelief himself as the elf lowered his cock down herself, putting the throbbing shaft at the now-puffy entrance to her sex. His heart beat rapidly as she guided him into her...and he thrust.
The first moment was unbearable for Ahani. She slid nearly three inches across the smooth stone floor before the first ribbed ring of the cock got inside, the next one came easier, and the rest neary surged after that as the dragon pushed into her. His gray eyes locked with her amber ones as he worked rib after rib into her clenching depths. She bit her lip and grabbed his neck as the last two inches went in, leaving the dragon, this monster...Cael, deep inside her. She felt his cock twitch once or twice, pain beginning to register beyond the almost unbelievable pleasure of being filled by this dragon. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" she said, no language barring comprehension anymore. "By all the gods..." she whispered, mostly to herself, as the beast began to pull out, each rib striking her in such a way to make her twitch and moan with excitement. He performed a few short, experimental thrusts. She could feel him shudder and growl above her, the animal sounds only serving to further arouse her.
Ahani's resistance was gone with this beautiful monster inside her. She knew the shame would come back, but right now...with his heat comforting her, his scent filling her nostrils, his member tucked deep inside her, she could have sang if she could find the breath. "Good, elf." she heard him nearly coo above her, his tongue snaking out to run along her collarbone, then down across her breasts again. He began to push her back, with his claws this time, bringing her up against the wall. He continued to coo at her, giving short thrusts as her back slid up to the wall. Squatting there against it, he growled, then tilted his head back and roared, a sound that could likely be heard for miles...as he began to fuck her.
The frenzy was back, Cael could feel her clenching around his cock as he began to truly mate her. Her bare back, slippery with his pre, slid up and down the wall as he thrust up into her, the ridges making her blush and shut her eyes in shame and ecstacy. Ahani knew she could never be an elf after this, there was no place for someone that fucked monsters. She was defiled, raped, dishonored. Her people wouldn't want her, she wouldn't have a place there anymore. As the gasps broke from her lips, she screamed herself, an orgasmic sound of despair and frustration. It was all washed away in delight as he responded to this with more force, dropping his ridges out of her as she was pinned against the wall by his claws, then thrusting back up as deep as her body would allow. "Please, dragon! Please, monster! Keep going!" she shouted to the winds. Half hoping her voice would be carried back to her people, to free her to be with this animal lover forever.
"I will have you, elf! You are mine!" Cael said, this time in his native draconic, but his body would not end it. His frustration was back, mixed with lust and a growing madness he spat burning gel at the wall next to the elf, where it clung and burned with dull heat. She flinched away from it, and he responded to that by pulling out completely, tossing the elf to the ground. He roared again, his frustration evident as his massive member remained erect. He looked to Ahani, who was staring at the glistening, obscene thing that had moments before been inside her, wider than she had dreamed possible. They passed a moment there in silence before Ahani turned to face the wall. She looked over her shoulder at the dragon, tears in her eyes once more, and bowed her head, resting both her hands against the wall and spreading her legs.
Cael did not hesitate. He brought his cock up to align with her nether lips one more time and gave Ahani a single, powerful thrust. She screamed again, the breath forced out of her by the sensation of being filled so powerfully, so suddenly, by such a feral creature. Cael rested his own claws on the stone wall, his body overshadowing hers as the dragon thrust into her again. He growled, his frenzied thrusting sending her body shaking each time with the force. Her breasts were glistening in the firelight with the coating of pre and now saliva from his wild licking of her neck, face and back. Her body arched as a particularly powerful thrust took her off the ground and the two of them fell backwards, her lying on the warm scales of his underbelly, his fucking of her never once slowing as she lay atop him, looking to the wall to watch the shadows cast by her, an elf, having sex with this mighty monster. She saw his neck suddenly curl down across his belly and her chest. She had no idea it was that flexible, but when he licked once at her hooded nub. She shouted as her body was wracked by powerful orgasm, her own vaginal walls clenching around the member of the monster, her body unaware it could not take more of Cael if it tried.
Ahani went tense as the dragon, in strangely acrobatic form rolled forward, planting all four of its limbs around her, its member still invading her, she could feel its heat growing. Cael snorted a few times, heat washing over her back as she settled onto all fours, acceping his thrusts with her own, small gasping sounds coming from both elf and dragon. She felt her vaginal walls clench one last time as the dragon slammed into her backside, its powerful flanks striking her in such a way as to surely bruise. It didn't matter, all she could feel was the twitching cock inside her spewing its copious load of semen, pushing out the sides of her sex to run down the elf's thighs and pool at her knees. She leaned forward, slipping into the small pool as she collapsed, the dragon's cock slipping free ring by ring. Her pussy made an obscene popping sound as each one worked its way though, and the cockhead withdrew with a small gush of fluid, both hers and his. The dragon, still erect somehow, began rubbing its cock along her back, leaving a slimy trail of both their juices. Eventually, with one last twitching spurt the dragon released the last of its load onto her braided hair and back, leaving a webbing of heady-smelling semen.
Cael sat back, panting, to look at the brutalized elf. He felt complete. His frustration was gone. He finally had what he didn't know he wanted.
The dragon leaned in and slammed the rail spike in the wall again, to cement its presence there. He rose, his cock retreating into its slit and leaving only the spread of liquid across his haunches.
Cael spoke three words to Ahani before retreating to his horde.
"You are mine."
Kidnapped, abused and raped...Ahani couldn't deny it. She was his.