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There are seasons in the desert. Though many might not believe that they exist if they lived in other parts of the world and only learned from books. There are times when the desert is a frigid place filled with cold air and frost. There are times when the rains fall in such torrents that they block the sun out for a month at a time. Yet, there is also truth in that the desert brings heat with it to weary any traveler and destroy the unwary. The times of the year when the sun beat down unmercilessly so no one moved if they could help it and never during the peak of the day. The only saving grace was that it was a dry heat instead of the humid heat that the young dragoness had been born in. It wasn't so thick with moisture that it made it hard to breathe.

The hot desert air carried with it the harsh scent of sun warmed sand and small particles that hit against Neera's scales hard enough that she flinched despite herself. No, it wasn't at all like her homeland with its rich fens and water lands. It was too empty, too bright, too golden to be the place where rich green growing plants had dotted the landscape and trees had sheltered her as she grew from a young chick into the fullness of her adulthood. It was a place where life shouldn't have thrived, let alone the sprawling single story manner that had been built on the edge of a town that had perched on this land since time began. It was a place that should have been left to the elements instead of preserved, but no one had asked her what she desired. They hadn't asked her when she'd been brought here nor when they'd ripped her from her family's home.

"Stand up straight." The short mar-lizard struck her hip with a horse hair whip so that she had to suck in a breath and fought the urge to snarl at him.

The mar-lizards had claimed her months ago. She'd been taken in payment for a debt that her family had owed and not even her father's attempts at giving up his land had stopped them. They small lizards only vaguely resembled dragons. Their heads were shaped like arrows, their ridges stunted and their tails so short that they didn't even touch the ground. They were colored like jewels, pretty enough, but not the tones that her people had been born with. Her own scales were a rich forest green patterned with bronze dapples that ran along her back and paled to gold at the tips of her curved horns and sweeping wings. She stood seven feet tall with a proud manner and gracefully arched neck, they scurried around her at barely five foot tall and hunched.

And they were her masters. Neera fought the urge to snap the horse hair whip that the little mar-lizard threatened her with. They weren't a match for her one on one, but there were dozens. They didn't have power on their own, but they worked for great houses and nobles as tax collectors, brokers and merchants. They were worse than scavengers. They thrived only on the leavings of the dragons, both the nobility and the more common dragons that worked the land. That she'd been collared and paraded about by these creatures was nothing short of humiliating. They had presented her at slave markets and to private showings with other slaves they had taken. They had taken her life and torn it apart into something she didn't recognize. And today was just another day of lining up with the other slaves outside of the manor house for someone to view them.

The doors were opened by a set of mar-lizards that wore the house colors, not the set that had brought her and the slavers burst into flurried movement to get them all lined up. Neera fixed her expression into polite boredom as the master of the house pushed the doors the rest of the way open himself instead of waiting for his servants to do it for him. It took all of her will power to keep from gaping at the great golden beast that strolled out with a flick of his wings and an aristocratic arch of his neck as he looked over the slavers. It wasn't just the striking golden-sand colored hide, or the glimpse of hammered gold armor that was fixed to his chest and along his forelegs that would have fed an entire village for months. It was the fact he walked with forelegs at all. He was a feral.

"Master Khephis Aten-et!" The ruby red mar-lizard sketched a bow. "May I present to you the jewels of the north, bedecked for your pleasure in the hopes that they might attract your lovely gaze."

"And my treasury." Kephis' voice was a rolling purr as his copper colored eyes flicked over them all before going back to the slaver. "You are two days late, Harren, I expected better of you."

"Yes, Master Kephis, I am late, for I had need to stop to bring you one that I knew would make a perfect addition to your harem." The slaver bobbed nervously, but Neera's eyes were all for the massive four legged form in front of her.

The dragon was easily as large as a draft horse and his wings made him look larger still. His scales weren't large plates like her own, but pebbled like the finest sand so that he looked velvety and smooth. His hind quarters were more muscular then his forequarters, but that could be because of the impressive tail that coiled around his forelegs with the spiked tip flickering up and down against the powdery sand. He looked intelligent enough, with a finely shaped head complete with a hooked muzzle tip that looked as hard as his gleaming ivory horns. The armor that was strapped onto him was more decorative then useful, but it was padded with what looked like heavy leather. It would likely stop an arrow if it had to. He looked like someone's pampered pet, except the intelligence in his eyes as he watched Harran.

Ferals were something that were accepted, but never discussed. Throw backs that walked on four legs instead of two. They could come about in any clutch, but in the North they were killed shortly after hatching because they were too much like animals. She'd always heard that they were entirely animalistic, unable to think or speak. She was obviously wrong, Kephis seemed to speak very well indeed, but that didn't shake the sensation that his very presence was wrong. He didn't seem ashamed, either, he almost flaunted himself as he sat in front of them without a stitch of clothing. His body polished and gleaming beneath the hot sun. Even his vent was visible from between his spread hind quarters.

"These two, Master Kephis, are the pair that I had picked out especially for your eye." Harran's voice was nervous as he bolted forward and picked out two leashes.

Neera stumbled forward as her collar was yanked and a pale white female was pulled beside her so that they stood only a few feet from the large drake. Kephis tilted his head so one of his eyes was focused on her and the pupil pinned down as he made a show of looking at them from nose to feet. The color rose up beneath her scales and she jerked her head to one side so she wouldn't have to watch the beast looking her over. She couldn't stop her wings from partially spreading with her rage, nor her tail from snapping the ground. Not even the slap of the horse-hair whip could still them. It was bad enough that strange two legged males ogled her, now a feral was as well.

At a nod from Kephis, she was forced to turn so that her back side was exposed to him and she felt a blast of heat against her wings. She let out a short noise and stepped forward, but the heat followed as the coppery scent of blood and scales assaulted her. The golden male drew in her scent and was nearly touching her as he examined her. She balled her hands up and couldn't stop herself. How dare this beast do this?! How dare he treat her this way?! Her lips curled back and she snapped her tail up to crack him beneath the chin so the head jerked back and away from her finally. Harran's whip caught her up high beneath the jaw, but that was nothing compared to the sudden slam of a heavy paw against her shoulders.

"You lack manners, girl." Kephis' voice hissed into her ear as she dropped into the sand and his paw dug down against the curve of her back. "You lack proper training and respect."

"She was raised freeborn, Master Kephis, it was only her unique markings that I called your attention to her." Harran was nearly fidgeting with his apprehension at enraging the dragon. "The dappling is something I've never seen. The white is just as lovely looking and well trained as a courtesan..."

"Freeborn?" The claws flexed against Neera's back as she tried to shove up against them. "Were you truly freeborn, little slave?"

The large golden head leaned down so one of his eyes was facing her. Up close, she could see that the hard tip of his muzzle had a delicate ridge of scales along the edge that formed a gleaming onyx stripe. The curling whorled horns glinted like aged ivory and his tongue flicked out lightly until it nearly touched her.

"I am freeborn. I was hatched of Percal, of-" She started to recite her lineage as she had been trained only to have the words cut off by another flex of the claws against her back.

"I will take her. I have no need a whore. My harem is not made of whores nor do they have a place there." The head lifted and Kephis looked at the white female with disgust. "They service all who pay them, I require my harem serve only my pleasure."

"Ahh, then she would do well. She is three hundred ounces of gold, my lord Kephis, only three hundred for the sweetest female that could grace your harem..." Harran crooned the words and the paw finally left Neera's back so she could scramble to all fours.

_No.. I won't be sold to this beast! _ She looked back to see the drake shaking his head and relief made her weak kneed.

"For an untrained slave? I will be forced to break her myself. Two hundred and be thankful that I do not charge for the sting to my pride." Kephis countered with a twitch of his lips that could have been a smile.

Neera watched, the hot sands stinging her legs and the winds abrading her back, as the dragon and mar-lizard haggled on her life. Her future. Her fate. In the end, it was only worth two hundred and thirty ounces of gold.

~ ~ * ~ ~

The massive office that he had carved out of the rock face welcomed Kephis as he padded through the door and let his slaves handle his newest female. The lithe little foxes tugged and pulled at her arms, while she struggled and tried to dig her feet against the ground. She had spirit, and that was what he was looking for. The drake didn't turn his head to show her approval or disapproval, he merely padded to the low set marble desk that made up his work space. His tail curled behind him as he let out a sigh upon stepping on the thick padded silk pillows. The softness of the material smoothed along his scales while he arranged himself so the firelight would show him to the best light. He had learned how to do business from a life time of holding the Southern borders against the Council of the North. Their genteel ways had no place in his life.

"Sit." He turned his head towards the girl who was glaring at him, even as his slaves tugged her arms down to a low set of cushions in front of his 'desk'. "I would not fight such an easy command, girl, there are far harsher one's you might battle against, so I would save your fire for a better time."

Kephis smiled and parted the hardened beak tip of his mouth so that the grin wasn't lost on her. Some of the Northerners seemed to have problems reading his expressions, though most of them wouldn't come within a hundred miles of his home. He stretched himself out as she allowed herself to be seated and it gave him a chance to slide his eyes over her form. Without the trader here, he could linger over the deep green scaling that lightened towards the softest jade along her throat and belly. The bold curl of bronze that ran along the edge of her eyes was like a tear mark, delicately made and trailed away to be lost in the green. She was lovely and exotic looking, exactly what he had been hunting for these longs months and it stirred his loins to imagine her in outfit that might suit her.

"Neera," He rolled her name over his tongue and watched her stiffen. Her eyes were burning with anger and outrage. "I will explain the rules of my house and you will be expected to obey them. I will not repeat them, nor accept excuses if they are broken, do you understand."

"I understand." Neera's voice was clipped and sharp with rage. Oh she was a lovely one, full of spirit and fire.

"You will be attended by foxes, much like the pair that guided you here. They are castrated, so I warn you against trying to seduce one into helping you escape." Kephis flared his nostrils delicately and could almost taste her outrage and anger. "You will be confined to my suite, this room, a bathing chamber, a study and my bed room. I care not where you sleep, but the nights are cold and I have no reason to light a fire when I am built for this climate. You may, of course, come to my side to sleep if you grow too chilled."

"I would rather-" Neera's voice rose up into a snarl, her lips pulled back and teeth flashing as he made a suggestion to see the rise he got out of her.

"And if you speak back to me, I will punish you." He clacked his beak-like maw together sharply to stop her protest. "I have had several centuries to learn how to put a servant in her place, and many of them will leave no scarring to mar your beauty. You will speak respectfully or not at all, do you understand?"

The dragoness glared in silence and he flipped one of his wings in approval before continuing on as if she had never had an outburst.

"When you are... settled.. you will be introduced to my harem. You are not a whore. So you may put that thought out of your mind." He shifted on the pile of silks and curled his talons lightly against the marble desk top. "You are one of my harem, the future mother of my offspring and as such you will be treated well by all of my servants. You will not lack for food or clothing, you will be given entertainment in the form of books and music if you wish. You will find your life one of luxury if you are obedient and a swift learner. If you aren't..." He rumbled and narrowed his eyes. "I will still enjoy it. Let me assure you, that if you fight, it will only add a great deal of spice to something I already enjoy doing. Do you understand me?"

Neera was trembling on her seat. He could see her wings shaking, her tail lashing back and forth hard enough one of his foxes had moved to one side. It wasn't fear, oh no, nothing so mundane as fear. It was anger, pure white hot rage directed at him. How long had it been since he'd had someone with any fight and challenge? This far south, his kind was hatched and treated as lords for being so close to the divine. The gods they worshiped walked on four legs, not two. The northern countries could bow their heads to their tame deities, here they worshiped the wild and fearsome. He and his kind had held sway for nearly a thousand years without interruption. They would rule it another thousand years without interruption.

In his time as adult many of his neighbors had flung women at him for his harem. Mostly, they were other ferals that were lovely enough to the eye, but churred and bejeweled themselves the moment they came into heat. They simpered and rubbed themselves along his body for the chance to carry his offspring. It was an honor to carry his line, and they desired it more then they desired the luxuries he offered them. Even the two legged females were the same, they had been raised to believe he was near to the divine and wished to have the honor of his seed. And he had no desire to give it to any of them. They were enjoyable for a bit of pleasure, comforting to lay with and mount, but not to breed. When they came into season he ignored them, shunned them and refused them.

No mother of his eggs would be a tempered polished female who could not raise her voice even when he goaded her. His first clutch would have to be strong with enough spirit to stand up to the tests and trials of the desert. This lovely green and bronze jewel had the spirit he longed to see in his sons and daughters. She would not meekly curl up next to him, nor accent the scent of her heat in an effort to gain his seed. She would be the challenge he thirsted for, the fire he longed to tame and cage until she bore him the heir he so needed. And conceiving that heir... He shifted on his pillows as the dark ebony tip of his shaft began to spread his vent. The foreknot nearly popping free as he snarled towards Neera causing her to jerk.

"Do you understand me?!" Kephis snapped his beak like maw sharply and watched her jerk back with pleasure.

"I understand you." Neera's words were clipped, almost a growl and he stopped the smile from rising to his features.

"Master. You will call me Master." He sank back into the pillows and tried to ignore the faint ache of his loins. "Or you may call me Sir." He added indulgently.

"I understand you, Sir." She didn't take her eyes off him, and he curved his neck so that it formed an arch the rival of any war stallions.

"Very good. Ein, take her to the bathing chambers and see to her cleansing and clothing. She will join me for dinner tonight." He flicked his tail and the pale gold fox gave a bow before turning to his charge.

The desert dragon lifted a forepaw and scratched out a few characters into the smooth clay tablet that had been set into the table. He proceeded about business, but he watched her from the corner of his eyes. Her tail was slender and it continued to lash with her agitation. It flashed the upper curve of her thighs and moved the shift she had been dressed in so he could see the dapples that trailed down her legs. His lower stomach tightened and he rolled his hips slightly against the silk as the fore knot pushed all the way free. He could follow them, take her in the bathing chambers before she had a chance to realize what she had become...

No... honey is sweet, but mead is intoxicating. I will wait, patiently. She'll go into season soon enough and then.. Kephis prummed softly to himself as more of his ink black girth pushed from his vent. As soon as the girl had gone into the bathing chamber he pushed back up to all fours. He would avail himself on the lesser females of his harem for now. But soon...

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Neera propped her knees up beneath her so that the scroll was spread over her upper legs and she frowned down at it. The strange writing seemed to dance before her eyes as she was forced to glance between the scroll and a book of translations repeatedly. Finally frustrated her to the point that she tossed the scroll to one side and snapped her tail against the smooth marble floor. Reading was her only entertainment in this place and she had already read everything in a language she could understand. What was left, were scrolls in another language entirely. She assumed it was whatever language Kephis spoke when he was engaged in business, a strange liquid tongue that she couldn't duplicate. She'd found a book on translations, but it made the reading awkward and didn't allow her to have any real distraction from her situation.

She leaned back and her naked back pressed against the sandstone wall so she could feel the heat radiating from it. That only brought her eyes downwards to her bare breasts. Clothing, he had promised her clothing, but what she received was a loose silken spill of fabric wrapped around her waist. Her breasts were always left bare. Even if she used some extra clothe to rig up a top, he would snap it off with a talon before she had worn it part of the morning. He not only made her display the soft scaling of her breasts, he had them painted and adorned so that they would catch someone's eye if they glanced at her. Her nipples were brushed with some strange gold paint that felt cold against her scales, even after being applied. It made them perk up and harden. They remained that way until she bathed the stuff away.

The only thing she was allowed to wear on her upper body was a thick gold collar that was as wide as her hand. It wasn't tight, but it didn't have to be. She couldn't wriggle her head out of it and Kephis had used the tip of a talon to melt the gold together so it was seamless. It was decorated with flying egrets that were picked out in emeralds that matched her scale color. The feathers of the birds were created from carefully molded bronze. It had been made with her in mind with no expense spared, and that had not made her admire it. It had only made her anger grow. Everything about this place made her rage against her imprisonment. Four weeks of it hadn't cooled her temper, if anything, it had helped fuel it until she wondered if she had any emotion left.

"If you damage the scroll, you will be forced to pay for it by giving up some of those lovely clothes I provide you with." Kephis, the source of her rage, spoke without looking up from where his talons flew over the clay tablet he used to write on.

"You have been most generous, Master, never have I been so clothed." Neera put sweetness in her voice, while implying her complaint.

Kephis didn't rise to her bait, he merely snorted with amusement, and continued writing on the tablet while the waiting mar'lizard stood beside him ready to provide another and set the current one in the pile that had already been written on. She glared at the golden drake while leaning forward so that her breasts her hidden behind her legs. In four weeks he had tormented her in a variety of small ways that had never crossed to the place she feared it would. No matter how he threatened and hinted, he never tried to mate her. Even when he was roused, and she had seen him roused many times, he had simply watched her with fiery eyes before turning away and leaving his quarters with her trembling behind him. Yesterday she had found out where he went.

She had mocked him with a sugary sweet voice, about the state of his writing, and the clay on his tablets. A veiled insult when she offered to clean the filth from his talon tips as no lord would be caught so soiled. He had prummed his approval and parted his beak like muzzle with a grin as she cleaned his talons, and made her crawl in quite close to get at them. She had kept her eyes on her task, but he was an old hand at the game. He had slowly shifted his body until she was well aware that he was aroused. A state she had seen him in many other times, with an ebony shaft that glistened and jutted beneath his belly in all its animalistic splendor. The hot male musk had stained her nose as she finished her job swiftly and found an excuse to leave. He didn't give chase when she did so, he allowed her to leave as the double knotted girth continued to push out of his vent.

He might terrify her with the fact he could snap her head off with a crack of his jaws or even the way he held her life in his paws, but the sight of the drakehood gave her a new reason to fear. It was thicker around then her wrist at the top knot, and it wasn't even swollen. It was designed for a female of equal size, not for one who stood on two legs, and her imagination was all too eager to give her images of what it would do to her. He'd sprawled on his nest of silk and let her stare at him without any hint of shame. The tip had welled up with a gleam of precum before it flexed against his stomach and the wetness was lost in the pillows. She'd stood there, unable to move, unable to think as he stood up and called out to the foxes in his strange tongue. She'd thought he was finally going to take her, she'd been ready to fight, kick, and run if she had to. Instead, he'd brought in a very eager, very lovely and very accommodating four legged dragoness. And showed her what he did when he left roused.

Neera's cheeks burned and she swallowed dryly as she forced her mind away from the lewd show he had put on for her, but she couldn't. The beast had taken the dragoness with all the decorum of a stallion with a mare, and she had seen how large he could get when fully roused. It had been burned into her mind as she had tried to leave, but one of the foxes had brought her back and sat her down. The drake had watched her, he'd watched and grinned as he forced the dragoness to stretch around him. He'd held her forebody down with one paw as he made a show of pulling his knot in and out so she saw every pulse that swelled it open. It had been uncivilized, terrifying, and worst of all it had made her stomach cramp faintly in sympathy to the churring female.

"Ein!" Kephis lifted his head and stretched out before speaking in a liquid string of words that sent one of the foxes running for the door. Only then did he look at her. "Come, my emerald lady, I have business to attend to and you are required at my side if it is to go smoothly. Else wise, they may decide you are nothing but a gift to them."

Neera stiffened and tucked her chin down at the implied threat. He had done more than imply it the first time that he'd done business in his 'office'. He had all but stated that if she insisted on sitting away from him or even leave the room, he would give her to the visitor as a gift to do with as he pleased. Her tail snapped as she forced herself to stand and go over to his golden form. His eyes gleamed with amusement as he shifted and purposefully curled on his side so there was an offered spot against his side. Against his stomach. Pressed nearly against the slash of his vent. She drew in a breath and let it out raggedly. After yesterday and seeing him with the dragoness, she didn't want to be there. Not when she could still smell the sharp male musk that lingered around him.

"Neera.." He rumbled the word and turned his beaked muzzle towards her. "Are you so eager to find out those that do not pamper their slaves?"

"No, Master." She kept her words stiff and dropped down onto the pillows and kept a space between her and his stomach.

As the door opened just as the dragon curled forward and pressed himself against her. She stiffened as the weight rested against her bare back and his tail coiled along her legs. She was trapped against him as a midnight black gryphon padded into the room with his blue eyes flickering towards the desk and then to her. It had happened before, but she still stiffened at the way he looked at her and moved her arms up to cover her breasts. A reaction that made the gryphon laugh before saying something in the strange tongue to Kephis. The drake only rumbled as he curled forward and pressed himself firmly against her back. Something slick and hard rubbed along the line of her spine as he replied to his visitor and they started to speak.

Neera closed her eyes as the slimy tip rubbed against her, spreading wetness along her scales until she leaned forward to try and get away from it. The faint raw musk of the male teased her nose as he deliberately started to rouse himself against her. He didn't even so much as glance at her before he curled a bit more firmly. His tail coiled itself against her legs to keep her in place so she intimately felt the foreknot popping free of the vent. Her breath caught her throat and she squeezed her eyes shut as heat rushed to her cheeks. The sound of the males' voices went over her head as she fought the urge to move away from him. The feel of the weight growing and pushing outwards to rub along her inch by inch made her nearly stand up.

Kephis paused in his speech and arched his neck before smiling at the gryphon who had turned his attention back towards her. His large head turned to one side and, before she could stop him, his long dark tongue flicked out and coiled itself around her breast. The tip of the tongue snapped lightly as he swirled it and left a gleaming sheen of wetness behind as he worked towards the edge of her breast. She fought to stop a noise from spilling out of her lips and she moved her hands up to push beneath his jaw line. His tongue coiled against her nipple and pulled at it so she could feel it rasping and drawing the nub roughly so she bowed her back. Something hot and thick oozed along the line of her spine as the cock caressed her again.

"Move, pretty Neera, move and Etan-en-at will gladly brand your scales as his own." Kephis breathed against her breast before running his serrated tooth against the tip. "Only move away..."

The gryphon said something else and the drake nipped lightly at her nipple, just that side of painful before raising his head to answer. She was forced to drop back against the pulsing girth that rubbed lewdly against her. Marking her. The fleshy barbs that ridged the tip plucked against her scales as she closed her eyes and tried to ignore it. Her body started to shake as she balled her hands up. She wanted to smack his damned muzzle, but the threat was there. A threat of hot iron set her vulnerable scales by the gryphon who continued to eye her with unconcealed lust. The heat only grew as every last inch of the dragon's shaft jutted from the vent and knew he could see her pressed back against it. Neera drew in a steadying breath, it would be over soon. He would leave soon...

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The early morning sunlight cast the sleeping chambers in a muted silver color. Just a hint of the dawn had started to creep across the floor from the windows that had remained open all night, but that wasn't what had stirred Kephis from his dreams. The large drake stretched himself out with a flick of his long tail and sent a few of the pillows that he had been laying on tumbling to the ground. He turned his head and twitched his lip in amusement at the cooling spot of warmth against his side. She had come to sleep beside him again, her leaving was what had stirred him awake. She never stayed near his side when the sun was rising, she knew that he'd awaken and Neera would never wish him to know that she was forced curled against him as closely as any mate.

As if I believed she was sleeping somewhere else, it's far too cold for her kind to remain healthy without some heat source. The desert dragon yawned and clacked his beaked muzzle before stretching his haunches out.

He hadn't always shunned fireplaces or the heating pans that would keep his bed comfortably warm. He had only stopped using them when he'd acquired his newest slave. He could remain warm all through the night without the aid of a fire. He was built for the desert and his body held warmth within it all night long as long as he took time to sun throughout the day. That left his chambers as cold as the desert outside of his home. Some mornings there would be an edge of frost on the water. She had likely tried to withstand it the first few days, but in the end she was forced to curl up at his side if she wanted to remain healthy. It amused him that she was walking around with his scent lingering on her scales. It was another mark of victory, and he had many.

Kephis flipped his wings up as he pulled himself out of his comfortable bed and started to stretch in the chill predawn. He strained his ears and heard Neera in the next room and the soft tones of his servants as they tended to her. She would get a hot bath to warm her chilled body and come out when the day was warmer. That gave him time to go about his own day unless he wanted to make her uncomfortable by taking a position in the bathing chambers and making suggestions on how she might improve herself for his benefit. Oh yes, he always had suggestions, and they always sent her into a rage that was lovely to behold. He was never more tempted to pin her down then when her eyes were flashing and she were shaking with an effort not to snap back at him. He was wearing her down, but she still struggled against his commands.

Poor Leti, she was so appalled when she saw my Neera. There is little wonder that I haven't chosen to give her my clutch. _ He thought lazily as he nudged the sleeping chamber door open. _As if I would tolerate my offspring to be anything less than perfect.

_ _

He padded into the main area of his office and tilted his head to watch the round curve of the sun making its way up along the horizon. It turned the silver sands as gold as his own hide and the blue sky was tinged with hints of purple and red. The desert had many lovely hues for those that lived here and he settled on his haunches to watch to progress of light rising higher and higher. His eyes hooded and he drew in a deep breath of the morning dawn. His chest expanded and he lifted his muzzle up before a scent caught him that had nothing to do with the dawn and morning. It was subtly sweet and his beaked muzzle parted to draw in a deeper breath. He puzzled the scent of dew and dawn with that of a richer scent that sent a tremor passing from the sweep of his horns down to his lashing tail. He knew that scent as well as he knew his home, his lands, his body. He knew it from countless nights and endless days within the walls of his harem. It tinged the air with the promise of life and fertility.

Kephis flicked is wings out and let out a low baritone rumble that vibrated his chest and spilled past his lips. He turned to look at the bathing room and the sounds of the bathing dragoness. Did she even realize she'd come into season? Or was she like so many two legged creatures that ignored the signals of her own body?

_I will teach her to listen to the needs of her body, I will teach her everything that she's been trained to ignore. _ The drake's eyes narrowed as his loins tightened and he padded towards the bathing room. He wouldn't be doing business today; he had already waited so patiently for her to go into season, he was going to savor it.

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Neera had just enough time to grab up one of the towels and wrapped it around her nudity before the door was pushed open. The golden dragon was awake far earlier then she'd ever seen him and he didn't seem the least bit ashamed to stroll into the bathing chamber. The lamp light flickered and cast shadows on him as he strolled past the fox that was scrambling to one side. He'd been in the process of helping her get ready for the day, but now his eyes showed a ring of white as he edged towards the door. She flattened her wings against her back and glared up at Kephis while struggling to keep her features set in a pleasant expression. If he knew how much he was annoying her, he'd only push the limit to try and get her to lose control.

"Neera, my dear emerald, you are up far too early today." Kephis prummed softly as the fox bolted around his bulk. "I missed you in our bed."

"It is not our bed... sir." She added the last bitterly and felt her cheeks burn. He knew that she'd taken to sleeping against him on his pile of pillows.

_Damnit, the bastard gave me no choice, it's so cold at night. _ She kept those thoughts to herself as the dragon stretched his neck out so his beaked muzzle was almost touching her.

"You sleep in it with me every night. I awaken with your sweet scent on my scales and I can still smell my own scent on your body despite your bath." Kephis looked up as his beak tip almost touched her covered belly. She could see his nostrils flaring delicately and the warmth of his breath ruffled the fluffy towel. "It is a scent to savor, as sweet and intoxicating as desert flowers when they bloom beneath the night sky."

Neera froze as his muzzle nearly touched her stomach and the beast took a step forward. "I need to get ready for the day, Master, you have taught me I must be properly garbed to reflect your glory."

She winced as her voice sounded breathy. The dragoness swallowed and the drake's nose suddenly touched her stomach and gave it a nudge. She felt the heat of his breath hitting against her as she stumbled back a step and then took another. She hated giving way to him, but there was a light in his eyes that did more than disturb her. He was enjoying this, of that she had no doubt, he was playing some obscene game of cat and mouse with her. Her stomach tightened as she stepped back far enough that her legs bumped against the edge of the tub. Kephis followed her without missing a beat, his muzzle never left her stomach as he kept his eyes rolled up to watch her.

"Master.." A soft voice made him blink and look away. A small ruby colored mar'lizard stood at the opening of the bathing chamber blinking nervously.

"What is it?" Kephis growled the words out as he lifted his head to glare the servant. It gave Neera time to scramble away from the tub and partially around him.

"There is the meeting with Ket-iten..." The little mar'lizard started only to be stopped with a baritone snarl that snapped out of the massive dragon.

"Cancel it, clear my schedule today, and tomorrow as well." The drake's wings snapped open in a fluttering of gold so Neera was forced to stop as one of them blocked her path towards the door. "No one is to disturb me, no one is to enter my chambers. I will see to my own comforts and food."

"I.. y-yes, Master." The little lizard bobbed his head up and down. "I will pass the word if that is what you-"

"OUT!" Kephis snapped the word and sent the servant bolting. "Now, I believe we were discussing you and your position..."

"I should be dressing.." Neera's heart started to beat faster as the wing remained unfurled so she was forced back from the door.

"There is no need..." The drake darted his head forward so his beaked tip hooked against her towel and gave it a sudden yank.

It was fast enough that she didn't have time to get a better hold on the material. It was yanked away and he tossed it with a flip of his head so she was left standing naked on the marble floor. She moved her hands down to cover herself as the drake looked over her with unconcealed desire. He'd done this before to tease her, but this time there was no air of amusement to him. He kept his wings spread open so the tips of the wing fingers touched either side of the room before he advanced. The copper-sweet scent of him filled the room as she was backed up against the tub again. She had nowhere to go, she had nowhere to run to. Her hearted started to pound faster as the beaked muzzle dropped down to nose against her vulnerable belly scales. The heat of his breath hit against her loins so she let out a muted whimper.

"Let me go get dressed, Master." Neera managed to get the request out around her fear. She didn't pepper it with any hints of sarcasm or jabs, she made it servile in the hopes he'd do just that.

Kephis prummed softly and his muzzle lowered before the length of his dark tongue flicked out and rasped upwards. It was hot and slippery as it traced the broader scales of her upper belly and towards her chest. She let out hissing sound and tried to jerk backwards when it snapped upwards and caught right against her nipple. It rasped around the edges slowly and twisted towards the center until her body flared with heat in reaction. Her heart started to race faster while his scent seemed to grow stronger. It wasn't just her imagination either. The bathing room was a small room to be trapped in with the male and it lacked the small window slits that the main rooms had.

"Such a shame your people are so terribly ignorant.." Kephis' tongue pulled away from her glistening nipple. "And your people make no move to cure that ignorance, instead you cling to it like a shield. Do you even know what has changed?"

The golden form suddenly reared above her and one of the wings snapped out. Neera didn't have enough time to duck or run or even figure out what was going to happen before the wing sail hit her against the stomach and sent her tumbling. She flared her own wings to try and stop herself from going down, but that seemed to be what the drake wanted. The moment she had them out he pounced and his forepaws hit down against the fragile edges. He took her down to her hands and knees even as she struggled to get back up. The talons pricked against them while he loomed over her and the large head dropped down so one of his bright eyes was focused on her. She kicked out with her legs, but he was tall enough she only hit his forelegs. It was like a child trying to fight off an adult. His hit him, but it didn't budge the powerful legs from their hold on her wings.

When she tried to jerk up he flexed his claws down and she froze. The delicate webbing that ran beneath her wing fingers was trapped along with her wings and the threat he made was easily understood. If she tried to get up or struggled too hard, he would tear the membranes and possibly break the fragile bones. His own wings mantled over her as he dropped his head down and nipped against the inside of her thigh. She yelped out and kicked against his muzzle, but instead of moving away he snagged her calf and gave it a yank. The hard edge of his beak scraped against her while the serrated teeth dug in against the muscle. It set her off balance enough that she couldn't kick back at him which was exactly what he wanted. He brought his nose up so a hot breath hit against her exposed loins before she could snap her tail down.

Oh god, he's not teasing, he's not teasing... Panic welled up inside of her as she tried to keep herself covered.

The heated breath was followed by a slimy curling tongue that curled upwards right along her inner thigh and pushed up against her tender scales of her vent. Neera tried to move one hand down to block him, but he pushed it out of the way as little more than annoyance. He'd put her in a position that she couldn't effectively defend herself. A low growl spilled past his jaws as his tongue pushed forward and forced a rough cry from her throat. The tongue tip probed and pushed against the outer folds and started to push inwards. It was her bodies reaction, not the touch, that made her realize what was happening. Her heart beat was racing and her body reacted to the touch and scent so strongly that it made her dizzy.

It had been happening for days, she'd been feeling restless, confined, irritable, but she had always felt that way. It had just gone stronger. She hadn't realized that the sensations were something more. It wasn't until the tongue tip wedged and pushed along her inner folds, swollen with her heat, that she knew the reason for it. Her eyes snapped open as she let out a snarl of denial and threw herself against the paws holding her wings. Her body was quickening to the male dragon's attention no matter that he was forcing her. His tongue pushed forward and her snarl turned into a short shriek as the hot thick tongue pushed her passage open and rolled along the inner walls. Oh god, he didn't just want to use her for pleasure, he was going to breed her.

"Bastard... don't... do that..." She got out from between her clenched teeth and snapped her tail down just as she had the day he first saw her. She cracked his jaw only to feel the tongue suddenly jab in deep and force her open.

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"Did you finally realize? " Kephis pulled his tongue back and curled his hind toes in pleasure at the taste of her. Sweet, fertile, promising with the need of her body.

Neera snarled back at him, but he turned his attention back to teasing her body. She threw herself against the hold he had on her wings before she let out a hiss of pain and subsided. The wings were the key. So much pain could be applied to the joints by her own struggles that he didn't need to apply to his servants to strap her down. She didn't have much she could do to stop him and that made his body flush with a new rush of desire. Gods the smell of her was making it hard to think of anything but her struggling, snarling body. She twisted her head to glare at him when he licked along her outer folds and caught up some of the first touches of her arousal. It spread over his tongue as her tail started to lift upwards when he pushed forward and parted her lips wider.

She was tight, even to his tongue she was tight. The rest in his harem had all been broken to his tastes, either by himself or other master's, she was tight enough that he had to work to push his tongue inwards. The silken walls clamped down around his tongue as she cursed him again and he closed his eyes. His body felt swollen with his own need. He had been aroused around her before, but now he was barely able to contain himself as her snarling curse turned into a soft whimper. His cock pushed outwards to the point that his base knot was expelled. It hung heavy and swollen under his belly, drooling out a clear spill of precum. The fleshy barbs at the tip stood up as he pushed his tongue forward hard enough that Neera's ass was pushed into the air.

Her legs spread open wide and he pushed his tongue in deep enough that he pushed it right up against the barrier of her egg chamber. His own saliva helped ease the passage of his tongue, but her own growing need was helping as well. It coated the edge of his beak tipped muzzle until it was glistening in the light. A fine shiver ran through her and she suddenly threw herself against her wings again. He shifted his grip so he pinned her wing hands down as well as the sails. That would keep her from trying to struggle too hard, especially when she realized he wasn't here only to sample what she offered. He pulled his tongue out and felt the walls quivering as he did so. The tender outer scales gleamed wetly as he lifted his head and purred low in his throat.

"Please.. anything.. I'll.. please you, damnit.. just not now.." Neera stared back at him with fear in her eyes, and defiance.

_Oh yes, full of fire, any clutch she carries will be strong. Strong enough to be worthy of me. _ He nipped the base of her tail sharply and it jerked up higher in the air.

"You will swell, little emerald, you will carry my clutch for all the world to see." He rubbed his chin higher up and carefully pushed his chest up higher. "That is why I bought you... waited... oh yes, this was your destiny the moment my gold entered the slavers hand.."

"Please.." Her voice came in a bare whisper as her eyes flicked down, "I'm too small! You.. can't.. STOP! You can't!"

Her weight struggled hard enough that he could hear her crying out in pain as the joints on her wings protested the hold he had on them. With a snarl he moved his left forepaw and pushed it down right between her shoulders so her chest was forced flat against the ground. He kept the other wing pushed down as he used his chest to push her tail out of the way and wrapped his powerful hindquarters around her thighs. Neera was so small, so delicate, and he had tasted how unprepared she was to take him. The thought made his cock pulse along his under belly as he coiled his tail behind him for balance and brushed his barbed tip up along her inner thigh. The strands of precum spread along her scales, marking her as he trailed upwards.

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Neera's nostrils fluttered with each breath she gasped in while her body remained pinned and shaking under Kephis' weight. The feel of his cock tip trailing up along her inner leg forced a whimper out of her throat and she tried to drop her hips, but his hips kept them up. It wasn't just fear that had her trembling and her breath coming in soft pants. Her body was a fire in a way she had never experienced before. She had been in heat before, yes, but not like this. She could almost feel her pulse rippling along her passage. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to think about the fact that her body was vulnerable and reacting to this.. this.. animal. Not even the fear at what he was proposing stopped that need from growing.

He was huge. She knew that, she'd seen him hard before, but she could feel the swollen tip, complete with the knot that rested just behind the glans, rubbing upwards until they brushed right against her folds. The tapered tip drooled out hot precum that coated her and made her try to pull her legs in, but he pushed down against her with a snarl. She couldn't lower her tail or get out of the way, instead she felt the fleshy tip rubbing back and forth. The barbs caught along her folds as his hips rocked against her lightly. The grip on her other wing left and his forepaw moved beyond it. It curled beneath her belly and suddenly gave a pull that forced her toes up and off the ground.

"No.. no no no..." She panted the words out as the tip grazed her clit and her stomach lurched, and not with fear.

The paw on her stomach positioned her and her next word turned into a wild squeal as the tip shoved right up against her snug passage. She kicked against the air wildly only to feel it grinding forward steadily. The tight ring of her passage yawned open to wrap around it even as she tried to pull her hips away. A dribble of precum oozed into her contracting walls as the whole girth bowed slightly under the pressure he was using to try and penetrate her. The tip wasn't bad, gods if it had been bad it would have been better. It was.. glorious. Some treacherous part of her body suckled around it tightly while he prummed his approval down at her. Her body wanted this, her body knew exactly what it wanted and intended to get it for her. The sensation of pleasure was almost obscene when she felt the relatively slender tip rapidly widening into the swollen glans.

The tightness of her body fought against the tip as it widened steadily and started to pry her open wider and wider. The ring of muscle wasn't ready for something this large, she was terrified she was about to feel herself being torn apart as he gave a rolling push of his hips and the passage was pushed inwards. Her lips wrapped tightly about him as steadily he eased the very tip of his cock into her writhing form. Her tail snapped against his haunches while her legs were forced to splay open wide. She wanted to scream, fight, struggle, but her own body was working against her. Her slippery arousal coated him until it was forced out about him and he gave another forceful shove. Slowly, so horribly slowly, he wedged himself inwards with rumbling snorts and snarls as he tried to open her straining muscles up.

For a precious few moments it appeared that her body might be too small, too untrained, to be able to take him. Neera clung to that hope for as long as she could. The sensation of the tip trying to force itself inwards was bad enough. The walls strained and her inner passage contracted tightly in an attempt to hold him, but it also worked against him. The rippling squeezes helped keep him out as his powerful haunches drove forward. The standstill couldn't last forever, no matter how much she hoped that it would. Or at least last long enough to stop him. It was bad enough to know that his precum spilled into her unprotected body, the thought of it going deep enough to make a claim on her fertile body was terrifying.

With a snarl the teeth gripped her neck harder and the paw beneath her belly gave a pull backwards. It was a rough tug that forced the tip inwards and a screech burst out of her lips. Her walls protested it, her foot paws scrabbled against the ground in her attempt to find something to brace herself with. The pressure continued to grow and her slickness pushed outwards before another inch pushed into her. The slippery slick flesh rubbed and caressed her passage as the dragon let out a snarl of pleasure as he ignored her cries. Her legs splayed open a bit wider as his back arched above her and her clawed hands couldn't find any purchase on the ground. Her walls quivered around him as the drake was large enough he caressed parts of her body that she'd never imagined anyone could touch.

"Please... too.. big.." She managed to get out, her voice sharp and strained before he drove forward again.

Kephis' response was a baritone rumble before his hips shifted and she felt the fore knot pushing inside of her. It slipped inwards with a lewd popping noise as her walls closed down around the thickened flesh. The girth flexed inside of her passage and a dribble of viscous precum splashed into her clutching body. The tapered tip pushed along the satiny passage until the fore knot teased right over a sensitive spot that made her jerk upwards. She couldn't stop it, a short whimpering moan spilled out of her clenched jaws as it rubbed along the spot when the drake started to pull backwards and the grip on her waist loosened slightly. The moment he did the fleshy barbs came into play. Not rough and painful, but caressing and teasing through her so a throaty moan escaped her.

Her sensitive lips spread open wide as the knot pulled itself backwards and yawned her passage open briefly before it popped free. Neera dropped her muzzle down against the ground and tried to brace herself, but he refused to drop her haunches. Instead he started the slow press inwards again. The fore knot pushed inwards with minimal struggle, but it continued on. His breath was hot against the back of her neck, panting in short hard puffs as she struggled to wedge his knot deeper into her passage. The inky black cock only thickened from that point onwards. There was no real relief, and there was no escape, only her body responding the inevitable cycle. The vulnerable state making her sensitive, her passage swollen and wanting the stimulation.

The hips rolled backwards again and the barbs ran through her, tugging and catching along the sensitive passage while she snapped her wings in against her side. Neera clamped her eyes shut and pushed backwards against him with a whimper. His rumbled laughter brought a rush of heat to her lips before his jaws released her neck and he purposefully gave several shallow thrusts. Just enough the barbs teased through her and stimulated her.

"So.. eager to.. help..." He hissed softly before driving forward again. His cock bowed as she cursed out her reponse and felt her walls clamping down tight.

Gods, it was as if he were made for her. The glistening black cock knew how to find each sensitive part of her body and tease over it. The heat spread through her belly as the fleshy barbs kept her on edge so that her hips shifted against his own. She could feel his haunches trembling before he suddenly pulled her back against him and lunged forward. The tip plunged along her passage, deeper and deeper, her body writhed in a rush of pleasure and pain both as the shaft strained her open so wide that she bowed her back upwards. The glans pushed right up against the opening of the barrier to her egg chamber before a thick goopy spill of precum hit against her and edged out around his dark black flesh. The thickest portion of his base wedged against her outer lips and threatened to push them inwards.

Oh god.. no.. please.. She squeezed her eyes shut and braced herself as Kephis rubbed his tip right against the tender opening while her walls clamped down tightly around him.

The drake didn't give her time to adjust to him, he pulled backwards and his other forepaw moved to slip around her chest. The short blunt toes curled slightly just beneath her neck as he purposefully braced her as he pulled the barbs through her and her lust flushed body trembled in reaction. To her humiliation, the soft cry that spilled out of her lips had nothing to do with pain and everything to do with a spine tingling pleasure. The glistening black shaft pulled backwards until the tip nearly popped free from her body. She could feel the glistening wetness being tugged out with him before the barbs caught right against her opening. The drake drove forward with the same powerful thrust he used to claim the last few inches of her passage.

It was the start of a series of thrusts that drove the breath from her body. He pushed inwards was a lewd sound of the fore knot popping inside of her and ended with the tip pushed against the barrier to her fertile egg chamber. Only the powerful paw clutching against her chest kept her in place as Kephis didn't seem ready to allow for her smaller size to stop him from enjoying making his claim. And some dark horrible part of her soul didn't want him too. The glassy smooth shaft rubbed and tugged over her sensitive body until her cries were no longer of pain. She wanted to stop them, her rage blazed that she was driven to it, but she couldn't stop them. The beast knew her heat stricken body and how to make it reacted.

The base was massive, it wedged and shoved brutally up against her folds so her clit was rubbed and stroked over. The mingled wetness of the thick dribbles of precum and her own arousal lubricated it, coated it, but it didn't slip inwards. Her legs were dropped down so her toes touched the ground and the strokes started to become shorter and harder. His breath puffed and the beak like tip of his muzzle clamped down against the back of her neck. He pulled her head backwards so the next cry came out louder and the tapered tip nudged right against the opening of her cervix before he pulled back. It was hard, it was brutal, it was tearing through her as she writhed and pushed beneath him. Her heart was pounding against her chest as her body started to push towards a peak that she didn't want to go to. The barbs were caressing and pulling as she suckled and pulled around his shaft.

Her muzzle spread open and her tongue uncurled as she tried to stop the building pressure as he drew his cock backwards and she realized that the fore knot was starting to grow thicker. Larger. It was swelling and straining her already strained passage open wider. When he drove inwards it became a struggle as he pressed down against the line of her back. His haunches were struggling before the foreknot plunged into her body. It was too thick, it was too large, and it was only growing worse. The base knot shoved up against her folds and his muffled snarl vibrated the line of her spine as he tried to force her lips to spread open wide enough to slip the base knot into her. The claws scraped against her belly scales as her outer lips were straining open wider.

The fleshy barbs roused upwards inside of her and as the drake's snarls became rumbles and the thrusts shortened. The swollen tip was pushed so deep inside of her, but he was still grinding and pushing the base against her folds. It rubbed and caressed over the swollen bud of her clit as h e tried to tear into her. And it still didn't matter, it didn't stop the fact her body was rushing towards her climax. Kephis released her neck and suddenly slammed forward as she felt the knot swelling open wider and wider. It locked deep inside of her, even as the base knot was spreading open to the point that it brushed against either side of her thighs. Large enough that she couldn't imagine feeling it inside of her without breaking her.

Her walls clamped down tightly around him, spasming as it gripped around the knot that was wedged deep within her. Neera cried out in a short harsh cry as her body gave into the drake above her. She was sent over the edge and lost her grip on what was happening. On what he was doing, what he was forcing her to do and planned to happen to her body. Her satiny massage milked and caressed around him. The muscles contracted down to lock him in place as the pulsing knot that was pushed against her outer folds rubbed against her violated body and the sensitive bud of her clit. Her heart beat thundered in her ears and was overridden by the roaring cry of the desert dragon. His haunches all but quivered before the glistening spire began to pulse and throb within her overstimulated body.

Neera was lost in the midst of need and instinct when she felt the first hot thick rush of seed that hit right against the barrier to her egg chamber. The thick hot semen hit hard inside of her while she was left milking and helping lock the swollen fore knot inside of her body. She trembled and her legs gave out from beneath her so she was only held up by the paw that gripped her as the inky black girth continued to spill out hot goopy ropes of seed. They hit right against the opening of her cervix as her passage was rapidly being filled. The swollen knot stretched her so wide that there was no chance that it would be able to leak past it. It could only build the pressure inside of her as the last edge of rolling pleasure pulled away from her leaving her shaking under him.

"As.. intoxicating... as mead.." Kephis rumbled before his hot tongue curled beneath her jaw. She hissed out and squirmed, but stopped as it only tugged at the knot lodged so deep inside of her.

"I.. hate.. you.." Neera growled the words out. She meant them. She meant every one, but even as she snarled them out, she could hear the tremble in her own voice.

"Good... Keep your fire, lovely green." The drake gave a grind forward and she cried out as the tip shoved roughly against her cervix and the heavy knot pushed just a touch deeper. "Because next time I won't stop at one knot... not even if you beg.."

Neera's jaws snapped shut with fear at the suggestion. She felt the heavy base knot, large enough it pressed against either of her thighs. Thick and slickened with her own arousal and the thick spill of his precum rubbed against her scales as she felt it pulsing faintly. At the end of each pulse another hot spill of his sperm rich seed was forced into her stomach. She gave a twisting pull as she tried to drag herself away from him, but cried out as her abused body tugged at the knot inside of her. Her movement had one effect though, the pressure that was building in her passage was released as the thick pearly seed pushed through into her vulnerable womb. The warmth spread through her and she choked out a whimper as the drake prummed in pleasure. No, gods no...