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Kephis leaned back in his chair, feeling the cool breeze spilling out to tease along his scales and cool him from the hot of the day. This wild barbaric land had always been hot, ever since the day he had arrived he had been forced to adjust to the fact that every season was warm. He longed for the comforts of his home where the brisk fall air would have a chill of frost to it and the mornings would require a brisk fire. Not this place, here fire was used for light in the oil lamps, but otherwise avoided at all costs. Even the nights were hot and humid, it was the reason he had been sent here in the first place. He was one of the few species' that could thrive in heat as an governor, despite his enjoyment of cold weather. He could sleep well in the heat, he could bask in it, his scales would soak it in and just feel invigorated instead of exhausted and wilted.

Ten years in the Imperial Army, four years serving in the house of government, and he had attracted this posting to serve as governor to a patch of land that had recently been conquered. It was still rough and wild, enough bandits and rebellions to give the warrior in him true enjoyment of the land. Just outside of his compound there was an untouched jungle that had never been penetrated, one that made him dream of erecting powerful buildings and streets, to bring culture to this barbaric place. Eventually he would make enough of a name for himself to be given the accommodations to do just that. He would have a city that he ruled over, his only check being the Imperial Court who was half a world away. One of the gryphonic families would have wilted here and never taken the brutal heat for the long haul, but he would. A fortune to be made in this barbaric land and it was his for the taking.

He licked his lips and lifted up his glass to sip his scotch, feeling the pleasant sting on the tip of his tongue as his eyes traveled to where his wife was working on her own pet project, trimming back the bushes to create a fanciful garden that would lead up to the front patio. Two of the eunuch gryphons that had been assigned to the compound were helping her, the big burly males hovering protectively around the edges as if they were ready to defend her. They were dull creatures, ones that lacked the strength and breeding that the ones in his land possessed. They were brown and gold, flat colors with wings too small for their bodies and too animalistic in their features. But for all of that, they guarded his sapphire dragoness well, no beast or creature would touch her with those guards at her side. And even if one got past, Hamish would destroy anything that dared threaten his family.

The thought of the carrun brought his eyes down to where the large gold-bronze creature was padding around snuffling at the grass busily. Khephis had to smile at the beast, his jewel, worth more than anything he had ever bought since coming into his own. Enough wealth that an entire family could have been kept in wealth and opulence for a year, but worth it. The guardian beasts were worth their weight in gold for their devotion and ability to fight. No dog could come close to the way they attacked, they were nigh unstoppable and their armored scales were impenetrable to most commonly available substances. They could sniff out poison and taste the intent of a person, unfailingly knowing when someone came near with unsavory intentions. The beast padded through the grass with every evidence of ease, his large feline-like body rippling with muscles as he snuffed at the air.

"My dear, is this even?" His wife paused in her trimmings to look over at him with a smile on her genteel features.

"Yes, quite even. Will you stagger them?" He drawled out, his eyes lidding as she turned about and her dress flicked around her ankles.

His wife was perfect, from the Imperial family itself and the same sky blue as the Empress with the paler points that edged towards silver. A cousin cast away from the royal line, but that didn't matter, it was her title and what she would bear that would matter. His seed was untainted with inbreeding and any egg that she hatched would have a chance at the throne if their current weak line continued. They would cut their teeth here on the wild lands and learn discipline before returning home to mature.

"I suppose I will, it will be lovely, Cyrian has said that he can bring me flowering vines that will grow between them and cover them." She trilled back warmly, while going back to her clipping, happy in her work.

Movement, that was what drew Kephis' eye towards the carrun that was padding around the yard, a low movement that caught Hamish sliding towards his wife with his head level with his shoulders. His lips were crinkled back slightly, baring the long curved teeth while his dark tongue flicked out and darted back in again. He was panting shallowly, his sides rising and falling rapidly as he began to lower his belly towards the ground in a rather odd hunched movement that made the drake set his drink to the side and stand up. There was no mistaking the movement, the slow stalk that had his tail lifted up in a dominant position and his hips hunched up oddly.

"Hamish!" Kephis snapped out and gave his claw a tap on the handrail in front of him. "COME!"

The carrun stopped, his tail lashing wildly back and forth as he turned his head about to give him a long look, his lips still parted open to show the dark edge of his tongue. It wasn't the first time that he'd caught the beast behaving in such a manner, the slow stalk towards his wife, the avid gleam in the eyes. The dragon stepped off the porch to snap his hand against the outer edge of his pants, finally drawing the attention to him enough that the beast started to slink towards him with his head held down low and the tension started to slide from his body. By the time he came to Kephis' feet he dropped down to his belly with a low frustrated hiss, the massive body still partially turned towards his wife. The attention was still there, even as he obeyed the commands.

"What am I going to do with you?" He sighed and reached down to rub along the back of the scaled neck, his fingers working against the nape to try and sooth the beast. "Getting lonely, old boy?"

Hamish flicked dark copper eyes up at him before they turned back towards the dragoness, that edge of longing there. Carrun were odd creatures, they were invaluable as guardians and pets, but they had their draw backs. Only the males were ever sent into the world, they outnumbered the females by a great deal, one female every other clutch was the norm, or less. Yet, the males that were born were invaluable, the low population meant they were priceless, and in that sense they were left intact. It was too risky to remove the internal testicles to make them calmer, and they weren't meant to be calm, they were guard beasts. But that also meant that once they hit a certain age, they began to display the urge to mate. A problem that could become hard to handle as they grew larger and more demanding with absolutely no outlet unless their owners took care of the problems.

Some people kept them isolated from females, all females, a carrun could and would rape a female if they grew frustrated enough, especially scaled ones, but they weren't that terribly picky. So a male who owned one and kept them away from most females could use it as a bit of fun for private shows, using servants and slaves to slake their desires. Others provided animals that were of like size and could learn to tolerate the beast's advances and he had even heard whispers of some owners who enjoyed the attentions. He would not tolerate it, they could and would impregnate their lovers, though what they bore weren't carrun, more strange hybrids hatched out and they rarely lived. At his former home he had possessed a servant that had adored Hamish, she had volunteered to pleasure him when he grew pent up, but she had been unable to come here with him. Here, he would need to find a servant to attend to the same matter.

As if I could explain to one of these heathens what I am looking for. _He frowned as he crouched down to knead along the back of his pet's neck. _They barely speak our language and their women are kept from us.

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He could always get a small pony, but the beast would panic, it would be a blood bath and he couldn't abide the thought of wasting good horseflesh. His other options were less appealing, he could take matters into his own paw quite literally, but as intelligent as the carrun were they were still animals. And he wasn't about to let the beast end up turning on his wife. As he continued to stroke the beast, coaxing a rough purr from the throat he looked up to watch the gryphons helping his wife with the gardening. Slaves, criminals, without honor or rights. A one time payment and upkeep and Hamish could be provided for without his worrying about trying to pry one of the native's women out of their hands. They did have a bustling slave trade here, one of the few things that his homeland didn't, but this could prove the answer to his problems.

"Get you a friend, hmm?" He murmured down to the carrun, watching the beast twist his head to begin to lick himself in a lewd fashion. "I'm sure we can find a lass for you, and you'll feel more at home in this strange land."

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"Bring her here!" The drake snapped out, his voice a low growl that made Hati's fur bristle with fear as she was thrown forward, nearly stumbling over her own paws and the chains that linked them together. "Not bad, common blood, not exactly what I was hoping for."

Kephis, the drake was as gold as pure metal, glistening in the light as he stepped around her with his dark blue eyes sliding along her form. The small Pomeranian fought the urge to bare her teeth at him, she had learned early on that snarling at them would get her food taken away, or worse. She had learned a lot since she had been captured in the north, she'd learned how to handle abuse and humiliation on a daily basis as the slave trade had brought her south to the 'civilized' lands. Or at least, that's what the man who had captured her called them. The small owl had disdained her from the day he had found her half starving in the snow, only feeding and caring for her in the hopes to turn a profit. Her company was gone, she couldn't get word to her own Kingdom or officers to ransom her, all she had was a stiff leather collar and the indignity of being sold in the market place.

Once upon a time she had stood in line with the rest of her Guard, the Empire sigil emblazoned upon her chest and her house markings picked out in the leather of her harness and armor. It didn't matter that she was a girl, all that mattered was that she stood with her family colors to serve in the army. Every generation had to send one to the ranks, and she had been pleased with being the one to go. Always before there had been sons to send, but the blood plague had wiped out nearly every last one and she had meant to make a name for herself. She wanted to fight, she wanted to be a blooded warrior, but the first scrimmage that she'd been involved in had gone awry. She didn't know where the rest of her group was, she only knew that she had woken up in the snow, trembling and shaking even through her thick fur. She had been taken by slavers, taken by people that had absolutely no regard for her and where she came from.

The dragon had bought her for the same price he would have paid for a decent night at a good inn, a piddling amount, but she had been the smallest slave in the market. At just five feet tall she had seemed like a toy among the hulking beasts they had put her in line with. The only redeeming quality she had was the fact she was considered exotic in the southern climate, her thick heavy fur strange and her fox like features interesting to those that had looked at her. Never in her life had she imagined that she'd end up in this place, she'd never imagined she'd tolerate the humiliation of standing nude in front of a stranger who looked her over like a bit of livestock. He moved his hand out, running his fingers along the thickness of her head fur, running his thumb along the line of her ear so that she flattened them down and couldn't stop a muffled growl.

"Spirit, not bad..." The dragon bared his teeth in a smile and sniffed the air, his nostrils flaring delicately before his tongue flicked out. "And in season, the auctioneer promised that you would be. It is better that way, I have no desire to wait."

"I am not a whore." Hati bristled, her thickly curled tail twitched in an attempt to snap her tail down between her legs, not that she could manage that, the appendage wasn't built that way. "Being in season doesn't change that.... Sir." She nearly spit out the last word.

"Whore?" The drake let out a rumbling laugh. "I have no taste in your species, dog. I bought you to tend to Hamish. You are his slave, his toy, and you would do well to remember that."

The words were drawled out lazily, but they sent a spike of terror through her as she was examined minutely with a pair of gryphons looming at the door. She wanted to bolt, she wanted to bite, this wasn't her country, and the dragon that stood in front of her had no call to order her around. The collar on her throat felt heavy as she curled her lips back and bared her teeth at him, bristling and narrowing her eyes in rage. The gold drake only twitched his lip, looking down at her from his impressive height as if he had found a particularly amusing toy.

"I will service no one. Send word to my government, they will ransom me and return me to my post. I am no slave, I am a free-" She began, puffing up her thick ruff of fur despite the heat that was threatening to make her start panting.

"You are not free. It does not matter where you came from, I have need of you. You are small, you are not powerful, you are female. You will be given a position of... honor within my house." The drake tilted his head towards the gryphons and reached out to grip her by the scruff of her neck. "Hamish is the most valuable member of my household, he is more important than any slave, any guard, any person aside from possibly my life. You will be at his beck and call, you will tend to him, clean up after him, feed him, you will serve him in all ways that he demands."

Hati struggled against the hold as she was forcibly walked through the door, her dull claws scuffed against the ground as she was forced into a small office like room that was filled with walls and walls of books. Books were piled on floor and in crates, a barren desk was cast into one corner with a chair far too small for the master of the house to use. She fought him, snarling and snapping her teeth angrily, she didn't care if she would be hit, at this point she didn't care if she was returned to the damned slave trader, she wasn't a pleasure slave! He had no right to do this to her, by her own government she had the right to be ransomed. The Drakken Empire had no right to hold her hostage like this, much less a slave, even if she was in a barbaric land.

"Here!" The drake shoved her forward, his hand rough and nearly made her fall to her knees as he opened up a small back door. "HAMISH!"

The door looked like it should lead to some sort of closet, but she found herself stepping into bright light and her paws touched grass. She looked around wildly, trying to find a means to get away from him and whoever she was being delivered too. Her frantic eyes took in the area, it was a wide grassy area, there were bushes planted neatly to either side of the door, but dark black bars took away any hope of escape. They were thick, nearly as thick as her wrist and surrounded an area that was at least the size of a good sized horse stall. The rank scent of reptile was on the air, it flooded her nose and made her crinkle it back in disgust as she twisted about and tried to hit her 'Master's' stomach to get away ,but he threw her back, soundly dropping her on her ass in the grass. His cold blue eyes studied her from the doorway, not even showing an ounce of compassion.

"This cage is not to keep Hamish, this is your cage." He rumbled and gestured towards the bars. "I have no desire to have my carrun running through the jungle chasing a bit of tail. When you have proven yourself trustworthy you will be allowed to have the run of the house."

"Carrun." Her stomach went cold and she scrambled back, but a hot blast of air hit her shoulder and she squeaked out, jerking to the other side and away from a gold-bronze creature.

"You do not need to be a slave, if you prove yourself valuable as Hamish's.... partner, I will free you and see that you receive payment. If you fight your new role, I have little need to free you. This cage will be your home." Kephis tilted his head to one side. "Remember, girl, he doesn't care if you are willing or not, only that you smell right. It would be easier for you if you accept your fate instead of forcing matters."

A Guardian... The small dog barely heard him, her eyes were locked onto the reptilian beast that was eying her with interest.

Carrun were strictly pets of the Drakken Empire. They weren't allowed outside of the very wealthy, no one would export them to any other country under any circumstances. Even if a foreigner somehow got ahold of an egg or youngster to bond with, the Empire would go to war to bring it back. The carefully bred creatures were the things of legend and terror, and she had only ever seen them in books. The illustrations had featured dragon-like beasts of huge size, armored and snarling as they went to war beside their masters. They were intelligent and cunning, easily the worth of several armed men and they would fight well beyond any reasonable stopping point. They would die with their jaws around the enemy if their owners were at risk, giving their own lives if they had too. They could smell poison, gauge intent, they were the product of a thousand years of careful breeding and planning. Every pup heard about them in her land. In the last war they had nearly destroyed entire platoons when sent past the enemy line. They didn't need thousands, a dozen were fast and vicious enough to cause havoc, their thick scaling created to turn away most blades with ease.

The beast that regarded her didn't look like the illustrations, he wore no metal, had no spikes or fire blasting from his muzzle. He was large, far larger than she was, with a blocky head and large squared body that still had a graceful edge to the long powerful legs. The large curving horns weighed down his head as the beast snorted again and padded forward, the strange eyes locked on her as she pushed herself back all the way to the bars and tried to make herself small. The legends had embellished the beast, but there was one thing she prayed they had made up entirely. The last war between their nations had ended with an established amount of females being surrendered to the winning Lords, they had returned gravid and swollen, broken and bruised with tales of being tossed to the carrun as breeding toys. The beasts had still been covered in the blood of their victims as they brutally claimed their prizes, killing those that struggled.

Oh gods above.... Watch over me, hear me if you never hear me again.. Hati breathed out as the beast took another step and flicked out an impossibly dark tongue to lick along the bridge of his muzzle.

Hamish kept padding forward until he reached out with one paw and gave her a swat, not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to send her tumbling away from the bars. She yelped out and tried to scramble back to the bars, rolling onto her ass and scooting back as the beast extended his head and sent out a hot blast of air against her. The tongue snapped out, missing her heat swollen mound and rasping upwards in a slow push that slimed saliva down along her inner leg wetly. She kicked out instinctively, nearly cracking against his muzzle, but he only reached out to swat her again. The strange eyes watched her, alive with interest and intelligence as he tried to roll her over and she fought him. She moved her paws back against the bars behind her and used them to brace her as he loomed above her. His nostrils quivered briefly before dropping down to snuff against the line of her belly, the heat hitting against her roughly and flattening her fur. All she could do was squeeze her eye shut, whimpering in fear. Would he kill her if she hit him? Would it even phase him?

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"KEPHIS! How dare you!?" The snarl of his wife brought the gold drakes eyes up from the window and to one side as Arrena came into his private sitting room.

There was rage in her eyes as she didn't bother to wait for one of the guards to close the door, she slammed it shut with a wild lash of her tail. She was beautiful in her rage, her eyes flashing like sapphires in the sunlight, her teeth just barely showing beneath the subtle lift of her lips. Every muscle was quivering, just on the edge of striking him, but she held back from that final display of outrage. She would never hit him, no matter how angry she was, she had been bred better than that. Instead she remained as far away from him as the room would allow, showing him without words just how angry she was and how much she disdained him. Kephis knew her rage and why it was there, he knew it by the way her fingers were balled around a formerly neat stiff piece of vellum. She was Mistress of the House, all expenses went through her.

"How dare I?" He murmured softly, arching a brow ridge elegantly. "And what should I dare, my lovely wife? What has upset you?"

"I have received the invoice, do not pretend you are innocent!" Arrena spat the word out, her rage palpable. "I am your wife, taken before God and you will not dishonor me by wishing to chase fur instead of scale within my very home!"

"Ah, that." He allowed his smile to curve slowly. "My moonlight flower, I would not shun you for the stars of Heaven, I would not dare your rage for the crown itself and I would not tolerate sharing your affections with none but the scaled God himself. No fur, no feather, no scale would turn me from such a goal, but I feared that soon it would be you that would experience other pleasures and so I must put a stop to it."

"You would accuse me being unfaithful to you." The words dripped with venom as her eyes widened, he loved her when she was so fiery, so outraged. She had been well trained to hide her emotions, even lust and love, now he could see it in her eyes and bearing.

"I would accuse Hamish of desiring the one thing I prize above him." He responded with a curl of his lip, extending a hand towards her and curling his fingers. "I purchased him a distraction of his own, I would hope that you would not deny him such a small pleasure."

"Hamish?" She blinked her eyes several times, some of the fire deflating from her, but she didn't approach him.

Kephis stepped forward and caught her hand, his smile remaining in place as she tried to pull her hand back, but she kept her hand firmly in his own. He drew her away from the door, his eyes slid along her form lazily, she hadn't lost a bit of the youthful charm that had first drawn him to her. So many of the Imperials were inbred, their scaling too soft and washed out, but not his lovely Aranna. She was the color of a clear fall sky, hints of sapphire beneath the scales and shadows that ran along the curve of her throat. He slid his fingers along her waist, letting her fight as he guided her attention to the window and the kennel had built. He hadn't made it simply to hold the girl, but for his own viewing. He had no doubt that Hamish could deal with the creature on his own, but he wouldn't simply allow the slave access to him without some supervision. There was always the smallest chance that she might be able to do some harm to the beast with her teeth, especially if he were engaged in amusing himself. As it was, the small dog was trying to evade the carrun, the beast's eyes were fixed on her as he herded her with deliberate jabs of his nose, not bothering to even pin her down as he obviously had his own plans for how things were going to happen.

The former slave that had attended him had enjoyed his attentions, there were even high end brothel owners within his own home that would hire out girls to service them when they became hormonal. They were unique and ardent lovers, but that didn't mean that they wouldn't take what they wished, they were bred for it. Females of the species were fierce and forced males to show themselves well to earn the right to breed, the rough matings often happening after he had managed to pin her and subdue her despite her protests. An unwilling slave was simply an added spice to the beast, and to him, his eyes lingered on the small dog as his wife made a soft noise when she realized there was a companion in the kennel. He had never been fond of fur, but the girl wasn't bad, short, but her fur made her quite curvy looking. With proper grooming and accessories she might even be lovely.

"You bought a slave for him." His wife murmured. "You couldn't have found someone more... willing?" The last was spoken as she looked up at him, and he ran his fingers along the curve of her belly.

"We are far from home, I wished a more permanent companion for him. He is older, I have no worry he will bond with her, but it would be well that he was able to slake his desires on her then come sniffing towards you again." He leaned down to run muzzle along her neck. "The bitch is in heat, perhaps she will fight, but her body craves what he can offer. I will reward her, perhaps a sapphire on her collar."

"Perhaps..." She shifted in his hold, almost as if she would pull away from the window, but he held her there while he watched his pet leap. The massive draconic beast swiping out with a paw to force the girl down the moment she stood and tried to bolt back to the door. Yes, he'd reward the girl, a slave should be rewarded as well as disciplined. If she survived, she would be wealthy indeed.

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The feel of a paw hit the small of Hati's back the moment she made a bolt to the door, faster than she could follow, faster than she could evade the beast drove her down. Her chin cracked hard against the ground, making her see stars as the weight of the paw pinned her in place and the claws pricked right at the small of her back. Hamish's hot breath hit against her fur as the beast seemed to transfer nearly all his weight to that one paw, making her struggle and yelp out. The creature didn't stir his paw on her back, he didn't try to release her, instead she felt a hard hot length of his tongue pushing out and scraping along her inner thighs. Her jaws spread open in a snarl, teeth wrinkled back as she tried to clamp her tail down. It was useless, the tightly curled appendage could no more offer her protection than she could overpower the beast. She was forced to feel the slimy length pushing up and roll right along the swollen spade of her sex.

Her jaws snapped shut on a high pitched call as the tongue tip rolled up higher and pushed right against the puffy sensitive folds. She kicked out, reaching up to use one of her foot paws to shove against the muzzle that was pushed behind her. The tongue tip scraped right between her cunny lips, making her jerk, but it moved away as she kicked harder with her paw. Sharp powerful jaws wrapped around her lower leg and gave a rough tug, yanking her backwards so that his forepaw pushed up along the rise of her back and she yelped out wildly. She could feel his fangs threatening to sink through the fur, the hot moist breath hitting against her as the jaws clenched down briefly and she was forced to still. She could feel muscle and ligament being compacted together against the bone. A high pitched whine escaped her throat, trembling free as a shudder ran down the line of her spine.

After a second he released her leg, letting her drop it back down, but not before he had just barely broken skin. The beast immediately pushed his nose forward again, sending out a blast of heat against her loins, caressing them with the edge of his muzzle before pushing his tongue out. It was hot and slippery, pushing up against her heat swollen folds while his paw remained pushed down against her shoulders, the claws sinking in just enough that she felt the threat. It wasn't an animals position, he knew what he was doing and that made it all the more terrible. The thick length of the tongue pushed inwards, wedging and grinding, spreading her heat swollen passage open before she yelped out raggedly. Her eyes snapped open wide as she felt him jamming roughly right up against her cervix, the long thick length of the tongue rolled through her, making her muscles clutch and contract as she instinctively tried to wrap around him.

In all her life she had never imagined it this way, she had dreamed of her life ending here. She was supposed to remain with the army, she was supposed to rise in the ranks until she got a job within the confines of a city. Males were supposed to court her, the best of the best, high bred and carefully chosen, not an animal writhing his tongue inside of her with hot wet noises. The edge of the scaled muzzle shoved right up against her, the breath came out in short harsh bursts while she whined out shallowly and tried to pull back away again. The slow movement made him push forward again, a slow wedging of thick slimy flesh as the her mound was caressed. No matter how her mind screamed in protest, her nerves were stimulated, he didn't just violate her body, he violated everything that should have been pleasurable. She choked out a cry as the tongue slowly pulled out of her, grazing through her body and making her writhe against the ground.

The beast's muzzle lifted away and Hati twisted her head about to watch the long dark tongue being worked over his muzzle before he dropped his jaw down and panted in the air. It was a strange expression, a wrinkling back of his lips and rolling of the tongue as if he were gulping down her scent and examining it. The paw slipped forward against her shoulder, she felt the claws curling just against the back of her neck before Hamish dropped his head and moved his other paw up and shoved it right beside the first. She let out a sharp yelp as more weight was pushing her down, but the weight wasn't what should have terrified her. Her eyes flashed with an edge of white as the drake loomed above her, the heavy horned head leaning down with his tongue still extended out. Along the line of the powerfully built body she could see something dark black pushing out of the scaled vent.

The tip was slightly cone shaped, slimy looking with only a few inches pushed out with viscous looking wetness oozing around the tip. She tried to pull away, kicking and twisting wildly, but the paws shoved down on her harder and the beast hunched his back forward. The Pomeranian tried to drop her hips down to evade him, but he jammed up roughly, a violent stroke that sent the emerging cock tip jabbing bruisingly hard against her stomach. Her yelping cry was worthless, no one came to help her or save her as she felt the grinding push of the cock driving up against her belly as it emerged from the slit. Smearing wetness along her as she tried to drop her hips back down, but she couldn't, the beast's lower body kept her hips high in the air while her front was pinned flat to the ground. He rolled his hips against her, jabbing and pushing roughly as she tried to twist around.

The tip hit hard right against her navel before dragging backwards, the weight of something thick along the base tugged right along her swollen folds making her whimper out. She dug her fingers against the ground, sinking into the soft dirt before the carrun dragged far enough back the tip jabbed roughly against her heat swollen folds. It bounced up, sliding along her folds and towards her pucker before he jerked back again. She tried to drop her hips down, struggled to get past the beast's haunches and drop to the ground, but he only let out a low growl and jerked his hips back down again, roughly jabbing the tip against her. Her twisting body couldn't get away, every attempt to drop her hips was met with the flex of claws or a jab of the haunches, until the too large cock tip pushed right up against her swollen mound and drove hard against them.

Her cry came out high pitched, her body was too small, the tip pushed roughly against the outer lips, forcing them inwards as he did so. Every time she struggled to get her hips away he lunged forward, prying and spreading her, making her snap her ears back and shudder as the slow stretching pried her open wider and wider. She could feel the tight band of muscle struggling to stop the too large shaft from shoving into her. A thick ooze of something warm spilled into her, making her shudder before another thrust popped the tip right into her passage with a lewd squelching noise. Too much, it was too much, her body clamped down around him and tried to stop the progress as the beast walked forward on his hind legs. Her shoulders hurt from the force of his forepaws on them, grinding her down against the earth as he wedged another few inches into her body. Her walls strained around him forming a tight seal as she clamped her jaws shut and muted her whimper as he pushed deeper, the force of his haunches driving him in until her hind paws were forced up and off the ground. For one terrifying moment, she hung in the air just impaled in his cock and that was enough force that he was able to plunge in until the thick base stopped him from going further.

The burning ache made her tremble, her body desperately tried to adjust to him, the muscles twitching and contracting around the length as the precum oozed deeper inside of her. With a grunt his hips jerked backwards, dragging the inches from her, pulling her lips taut around him before bucking forward again. Her heat made her slick, but not slick enough for this, only his precum helped lubricate him as he wedged in hard and began to thrust against her. His jaws dropped down towards her head, the low growl ringing in her ears as the bucks he used forced himself all the way up to the too large knot before slowly pulling backwards again. The shaft was smooth, caressing and stroking over estrus swollen nerves so that she felt shocks of pleasure mingled with the ache of being spread open. Her claws dug harder into the dirt, ripping up part of the grass when he drove forward again, forcing her paws up and off the ground at the apex of his thrust.

The size of him pushed out some of their mingled wetness, the juices coating her abused lips and pushed along her inner thighs. Each time the base shoved against her folds she let out a weak cry as he forced himself right up against her folds, grinding against them as he vainly tried to push inwards before dragging back out again. He was bigger than any lover she had ever had, not that she was by any means well practiced, she struggled to drop her hips, to pull them far enough away that he would pull out, but the grip on her shoulders kept her movements limited. Thrust after brutal thrust rocked through her, driving and battering at her passage. The thrusts started long, dragging out until the tip nearly pulled from her body, before shortening thrust after thrust, growing faster as a splatter of drool hit against the back of her neck. The bestial grunts and rumbles echoed down to her, giving Hati no illusion that this was a lover of any sort.

Stroke after stoke, the knot at the base tried to pry her open as her walls contracted down, clenching harder and squeezing around him as he ground against her outer lips. Her eyes remained tightly shut as she twisted and rocked her hips, her body tightening as he began to push harder, the force growing and splaying her folds apart roughly as she gave a weak kick backwards. The tip sank in deeper while the drake rolled his hips up and forced her paws up and off the ground. The base of the cock wedged harder as he began to push down against her forcibly raised hips. She twisted in place, tried to drag herself forward, but he pushed harder, his low growl running in her ears as the base began to wedge into her already stretched body. The slickness from his precum, her own wetness, all worked to coat around the thick girth.

Thrust after short thrust he battered against her folds, the spire stroking and teasing through her, pushing the precum out of her body by sheer girth. It was too much, overwhelming her to the point that she could barely think as she spread her jaws open and let out a breathy cry. The rough breeding rocking through her as slowly, so slowly, her body was forced to stretch around the base. The ring of muscle straining wider and wider to slid up and over the spread of the girth. The claws dug harder against her shoulders as he pushed himself inwards. The sharp ache of pain rocked through her as he wedged deep into her body, slipping inwards with a last buck and a wet popping sound as the knot sank home and the tip crammed up roughly against her cervix. The last inches making the cock bow as her muscles wrapped tightly around him.

Her body knew what it was, it reacted without thought to lock the knot in place as the beast drove himself forward and pulled back, jerking against the knot roughly, but not pulling it all the way out. Hati's yelps were drowned out in his snarling as the knot began to stretch her open wider and wider, swelling out and forcing her body to accept him. Her muscles quivered and clenched, caressed and milked around him, gripping around him just like she was designed to do. That knot stimulated her while the tip ground itself along the spongy barrier of her cervix. Throb after throb he filled out, the jagged rough thrusts rocking against her as the entire cock seemed to swell, pulling along her estrus ravaged body teasingly before he came to a shuddering halt against her back.

She twisted beneath him, throwing her weight up until she felt the claws biting in harder against her shoulders and even that didn't stop the struggle. She felt his cock throbbing inside of her, the pulses running along the boned spire before something hot and gooey was flung out of the tip. The rush of sperm rich cum was plunged deep inside of her, hitting hard right against her cervical barrier. Her own body betrayed her, pulsing and suckling around the shaft, pulling it in deeper as the ropes were flung out in spurts from the tip, drooling around it and slickening her passage. She panted shallowly, her ears pinned flat back to her head as she drooped it down towards the ground. Her breathing was shallow and shuddering, harder to suck in before panting out again while the beast shifted above her. One of his paws moved down to the ground by her head, relieving her aching shoulder.

With a grunt he lifted his hips up as his other paw moved to the ground and he stood without caring that she let out a shrill protest as her ass was dragged up into the air by their tie. She couldn't reach the ground with her foot paws, the thickness of the knot held him sealed as her body strained around him and the thick oozing cum pooled deep inside of her. Her protest only earned her a nip of sharp teeth against the back of her collared neck and a low growl. He didn't drop his hips, didn't help her, she had nothing. Nothing at all to help her. She was his prisoner until he was done and then she had to pray for mercy from the dragon. A vain hope.

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Four Weeks Later

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"Sit, girl." The dragon's voice was bored, almost dismissive as Hati came into his office, her once proud walk an awkward waddle as she glared at him.

For weeks she had been handled at the whim of the animal, her home the pen during the day and at night she was allowed to sleep chained near the front door where he guarded the house. For the ten days of her heat he had bred her, vigorously and without apology. If she struggled he pinned her in place and she was taken in a harsher manner, her shoulders clawed and marked from his teeth from the times she fought. If she behaved well she had more leeway in what happened, she could at least put herself in a position that she wasn't dragged around by his knot. There was no dignity in it for her, only embarrassment and shame as she was given no clothing to wear. The entire household had seen her nude and in compromising positions as Hamish had no shame about when he decided he wanted to be serviced and she had no say in it.

After she went out of heat, it had slowed, he had mounted her a time or two in the first few days, but it had been over two weeks since he'd last had any interest in her. Of course, her problems had only gotten worse from that time on. Her stomach was swollen and heavy, it had been growing increasingly swollen over the days as it was filled with something that was not a litter of pups. She could feel them, round hard orbs growing in size, eggs that he was forcing her to bear and he seemed entirely pleased about the situation as she had taken over his care. Every day she cleaned up after him, no matter how awkward it was for her to move. She groomed his scales and cleaned him with oils to bring the shine on the heavy plates. Her duties were laid out to her by the steward, but she still wasn't allowed to wear clothing. She still wasn't given any dignity, only the fear of what was happening to her body.

She sat awkwardly on a pillow that had been flung in front of the desk, not even a lovely one, but a hard thick one that was obviously meant for Hamish when he came to see his master. That was her life now, less valuable than an animal. The gold dragon leaned against the desk, comfortably clothed as he toyed with a sapphire on the desk, spinning it around with a talon tip lightly while his eyes remained focused on her. She wearily glared back at him, she wanted to be defiant, but so much of that had been pushed out of her by simple exhaustion and confusion.

"I see you are carrying well, a fine clutch by the size." The drake tilted his head to one side, his voice hinting at mockery. "Though another week until they'll be laid I think."

"And you will have more of your beasts." She growled the word out tiredly, resisting the urge to touch her stomach. She knew there were eggs there, but she didn't want to linger on the idea of laying her.

To her shock, the dragon burst out in laughter, tossing his head back and moving his hand away from the jewel he was playing with. "Gods above, no! Oh they'd be viable enough if we let them hatch, but what mongrels would wriggle forth! No, my dear, they will never be allowed to hatch."

Hati felt a flash of something in between anger and relief, she didn't know which, the casual dismissal of any life that she was carrying felt so wrong to her. The dragon stepped away from the desk and reached into his pocket, pulling out something in a thin ivory tube and tapping it against his hand as he approached her. His eyes flicked over her dismissively, barely lingering on her nudity before he crouched down, coiling his tail behind him to help balance on the tips of his toes.

"What do you want then? To make mock of me?" She snapped her jaws sharply, she didn't want to lower her head to him, he had already humiliated her enough.

"No, to reward you." The drake moved forward and caught her ankle, giving a rough tug before she could stop him. "And to help you fulfill your duties."

"Let go!" She yelped out, hearing her voice crack as the drake dragged her smaller body from the blanket.

"Understand this dog, your freedom is in your own hands. You will be wealthy and free if you obey." Kephis rumbled softly to her as his hand twisted her leg enough that he could get ahold of her curly tail. "You will earn twelve gems from me, one for each clutch you bear from Hamish, at the twelfth you will be released and provided transportation back to your lands a free female. I myself will provide you safe guards to ensure you make it home."

That stopped her struggle, her body quivering with the offer of freedom that was being set before her, though the means made her stomach turn. The drake kept his hand on her tail, forcing her back towards him until her legs were dragged right over his foot paws and she felt his thumb brushing right beneath the base of her tail. That made her tense, her ears pinning back flat as she twisted her head to look back at him.

"In exchange for what, servicing you while in clutch?" Her voice barely shook as she watched him flick the tip off the ivory tube and coax something out of it.

"I have no interest in you, dog, no, you will be his relief and that requires that you are not....indisposed while carrying his clutch." The dragon lifted his fingers, holding something like a plug of wax up to show her. "So we will make sure your scent is one he will crave and desire. After all, it would be unfair to make him wait so long between your clutches.."

"Wh-what?!" She yelped and tried to writhe forward too late, the drake already moved and pulled her tail back harder as his free hand disappeared.

The thick plug of wax pushed up against her mound, but as it pressed against her, she felt it starting to melt and soften. The thick finger curled forward and began to wedge it into her body, the waxy coating sliding along her passage as she felt the filed talon begin to slide into her body as well, forcing it in deeper. It wasn't wax, it was some sort of oil that melted and coated her. She could feel it pushing and thinning as it went inwards, the oil caressing her and making her walls start to react. It was a faint burn at first, enough to make her squirm forward with a whimper, but the drake dragged her back and forced the plug in deeper, pushing it towards her sealed cervix. The burn grew worse before it grew better, spreading deeper to places she couldn't possibly worse and made her writhe in place despite her egg heavy belly.

The burn slowly faded into an ache, and then a faint tingling, a teasing sensation as her inner passage reacted to the mixture of chemicals that had been pushed into her. Her coated outer lips began to feel more sensitive, her cunny growing puffy and swollen as the skin drew taut. It was an overwhelming sensation of her nerves growing raw and sensitive to the faintest touch, even the feel of the fingers that pushed inside of her to hold the waxy plug against her cervix. She trembled in place, her tongue lolling out from her parted jaws. As she sucked down a breath she could taste her own scent in a way she hadn't before, a sudden sweet musk to her scent that made her crinkle her nose back. Always before her heat had come upon her slowly, the cent a subtle change she hadn't been able to detect, but not now when her loins were called to life by whatever the drake had pushed inside of her. His fingers dragged backwards slowly, pulling from her so that she let out a whimper as the fine scaling teased over her sensitive passage.

"There now, you will go and groom Hamish. I wish him cleaned... all of him. I would advise your tongue on the most tender parts." Kephis looked down at her, his lips curling in a slight smile as she writhed out of his lap awkwardly, her ears pinned down flat.

"I'll take that under advisement." She tried to sound defiant, but it fell flat as she struggled awkwardly to her feet.

When she stood, the drake reached out and casually caught her by the collar, pulling her in close to his body so that she was forced back against his chest and loins. She lunged forward to try and get away, but his grip on her collar forced her to hold still as he suddenly clipped something to her. She felt the cold edge of metal beneath the collar and then she was released, stumbling away from him with her hand going up to her throat.

"The first payment for your service." Kephis inclined his head before turning away from her, a dismissal if she had ever seen one.

As she touched her collar, her finger encountered the sapphire he had been toying with. A gem the size of her thumb pad, heavy enough to weigh down that part of the collar. A gem worth more than she could have made in a year in the army... For services rendered to a beast. One gem down, and eleven more to earn before she found freedom.