Fiery Dawn

• Chapter 2 in the Chronicles of the DragonRider

The first light of dawn awakened Anitra. She instantly experienced the sense of confusion that most people get when awakening in a place other than their own bed. Waking up on the back of a dragon, gliding silently through cool morning air hundreds of meters above the ground boosts the effect somewhat, though. It took her a few seconds to make sense of it all, the occurrences of the day before the one that just started. The events that had resulted in her slumbering peacefully on the scaly back of a black dragon through an entire night. She felt cold on the outside, chilled by a long ride without a slip of clothing on, but inside of her the fire of her draconic transformation burned brightly, warming her.

A deep, grumbling voice came from the dragon's head, carried on the wind generated by their passage. "Good morning, Anitra. I trust you slept well... hah! If I had any doubt left that you were a dragonrider, it would be gone now. You've slept on my back for nearly twelve hours, and you've never even been close to falling off. You can ride a dragon in your sleep, my dear." Anitra grinned, and yelled back against the wind. "Yeah, but can you ride me in your sleep, Blake?" his laughter boomed through the empty air. "Easy, girl! I've only had one night to recover from our previous session... if you keep this up, you'll wear even my draconic libido down." She shook her head ruefully, thinking that it was too bad he couldn't see her now. The sinuous movement of his scaly neck between her legs was making her wet, and the chilly air was making her nibbles stand erect.

"Anyway," he continued, "we're nearly there. At this altitude, I can cover a lot of space in a short time. See that mountain dead ahead? That's Mount Hellfire." Anitra looked forwards, straining her eyes. It looked like nothing more than a dot in the horizon, but then her draconic powers kicked in, and her vision sharpened. Sure enough, it was a mountain, and an impossibly regular one of the kind. It was completely conic, like a child's drawing of a mountain, lacking the ragged cragginess of most mountains. The conic shape stopped at the top, though. It looked as if somebody had come around with a very, very big sword, and chopped off the upper meters, leaving it flat as a table. From her current viewpoint, she couldn't see the crater that undoubtedly hollowed out the active volcano, but she could see a curl of smoke rising lazily from the center. There was still fire in the mountain, and fire in the forge of the mysterious dwarf who could supposedly forge an armor from the scales of her lover. Around the base of the volcano, a rainforest stretched itself as far as she could see, a green inferno of wildly growing trees. She recalled having heard somewhere that the land surrounding a volcano always was highly fertile, and took the visage before her as a confirmation of that.

As they flew across the final miles, Anitra thought of something. "Hey, Blake!" she yelled "Aren't you sleepy too? You didn't get any sleep yesterday, or last night." He turned his head briefly to grin at her. "You might be a dragonrider, my dear, but there's still a lot of things you don't know about dragons. We run in longer 'shifts' than humans, you see. We stay awake for two days or more, and then sleep for a whole day. So, I can keep going all day today too, before getting sleepy, but then I'll slumber all the way through tomorrow." Anitra nodded, and replied with a smile. "Hey, what am I supposed to do while you catch 400 winks? I can't sleep that long." Blake clicked his tongue, and she figured that he'd probably have shrugged if the flight hadn't made that maneuver impossible. "Well, I suppose you'd have to make do on your own. You're a big girl now, remember? You can look after yourself."

After that, they flew in silence while the volcano grew before them. Blake circled lazily around the crater, apparently on the lookout for some kind of landmark that Inferand had told him about. Then, without warning, he dived down towards a rock that looked no different from the thousands of other rocks that covered the steep sides. The large dragon maneuvered with a grace like the majestic cranes that lived in the lakes around her hometown in the summer, and landed on the surface of the mountain without as much as a jolt to be felt by his passenger. Anitra jumped from his neck without waiting for him to lower it, and landed catlike on the ground. Now that she was down, she could see that there seemed to be a small opening at the base of the boulder, as if it was leaning against a cave-mouth, and not quite covering it. A human being would have a hard time getting through the hole, but a dwarf could probably squeeze his way through it without much trouble.

She looked speculatively at the huge boulder. It was bigger than the one he'd been using as a door in the cave he'd shared with Inferand, by a long shot. "Can you shift that one?" She asked, measuring it with her eyes. He snorted, and picked up a small stone with one of his claws. The talons closed around the rock, and his muscles became clearly visible through his scaly, black hide. With a grinding sound, the rock cracked and crumbled, gravel flying in all direction, as his claw closed completely. Then he relaxed, opening his claw and letting the rough sand that remained there get carried off by the breeze. "Yep." He said, arching his eyebrows. "Show-off." She mumbled, while lifting the improvised sacks, that contained his scales and her mother's armor, off his back.

He gripped the boulder, sinking his claws into the solid stone like it was wood, and gritted his teeth. Then, with a growl, he lifted the huge rock up from the ground, pulled it to the side, and released it. Anitra felt the ground shake under her feet as the huge stone created a mini-earthquake. It had been even bigger than she'd though, probably weighting almost as much as Blake himself. His strength was truly impressive. In moving it, he'd exposed a cave in the mountainside, apparently dug out by an ancient lava stream. It wasn't terribly big, hardly larger than the living room of the house she'd lived in with her mother, but the ceiling was high enough that Blake wouldn't have to bend his neck to enter.

The back of the cave was what drew her attention. There, she could see a flow of lava, running sluggishly down from the ceiling, and disappearing into the floor. The entire back wall was simply a 'waterfall' of viscous, half-melted rock. Probably kept the cave hotter than a forge all year. Near the flow, in the corner made by the right wall of the cave, stood an anvil and a table filled with the tools of smithcraft. In the opposite corner stood another table, covered with jars, bottles and other containers. A mortar and pestle lay in the middle, giving the general impression of an alchemist's workplace. Not far from it, a simple bed was set against the cavewall, and in front of that there was a weapon rack. From it hung a pickaxe, a huge warhammer, and a crossbow. A quiver of bolts lay below it. And right in the middle of the cave stood a grumpy looking dwarf, wearing a leather apron, which was barely visible beneath his huge, red beard. His arms were thick as tree trunks, and seemed to consist of 100% knotted muscle. The scars and burns that mark a smith anywhere in the world covered them from then hands to the elbows. He had his arms folded in front of his beard, and was looking at them with an expression of distaste in his beady eyes.

"I sure hope you're going to put the front wall of my living room back in place before you leave..." he said, not moving an inch. Somehow, the whole thing seemed so absurd that Anitra barely managed to keep herself from laughing. Instead, she just smiled winsomely. "Of course, my good dwarf! We are not so discourteous that we'd tear away somebody's living room wall without putting it back again. Are we, Blake?" She blinked up to him, and he nodded eagerly. "Why, certainly, my dear Anitra, you are quite right. I have never even considered not replacing a wall I'd torn out. It's common courtesy." He showed off his own version of a winsome smile, in which a long row of very big teeth figured rather prominently.

The dwarf grunted, and lowered his arms. "All right, all ready! Now that you've had your fun, maybe you'd like to tell me why you pulled my wall off?" Blake nodded, turning serious. "Yes... I have been told that a smith lives here, who knows how to work with dragonscales." The dwarfs eyes narrowed. "Aye. That be me, but I only provide that service for a DragonRider. And you showing up here with a naked damsel who's not afraid of you doesn't prove anything." Only then did Anitra realize that she was standing in front of a complete stranger, as nude as the day she was born. She blushed furiously, turning crimson red within a second. The dwarf laughed rancorously, making her even more embarrassed. Blake looked down at her, and shook his huge head. "Take it easy, Anitra! That's your human side reacting. Dragons doesn't have a taboo of nudity, you know... I mean, I'm stark-naked right now, and you don't see me turning red, do you?"

His words crated pictures in her mind, of him taking off his scales and blushing, and the thought made her laugh out loud and forget her embarrassment. "True enough, dwarf." She said merrily. "But maybe you could cast a look at my eyes." He just shrugged. "An illusionist just out of Wizards' Academy could fix that for you, girl. I'll be needing some real proof." It didn't take Anitra many heartbeats to figure out what he meant. She felt the blush rising again, but forced it down. Instead, she searched into herself after the flame that had been kindled in her soul when her and Blake first consummated their union. She found it, and felt her temperature rising. Yes, she was a DragonRider, and she'd show that dwarf what that meant. So he wanted a liveshow? He'd get it, and she'd make sure that he'd be jacking off just thinking of it, for years to come.

Blake had figured it out too, and looked down at her questioningly. She grinned widely at him, and slowly caressed one of her nibbles. "All right, Blake! Let's show him something only a DragonRider can do! Come on, sit back on your haunches, and let me run the show... we'd better make sure he gets a good view of the action, so he can't say we cheated him." Blake nodded eagerly, and did as she directed, supporting himself mainly with his tail. His cock slid out of its sheath, and his balls popped out of their protective pouch. It was rock-hard, and every bit as big as she remembered. Somehow, though, the daylight made it look even more delicious. She walked over in front of him, turning her back on the dwarf, and leaned forward to lick the pointy cockhead gently. She also showed off her well-shaped behind to the dwarf in the process. She grinned up at Blake as she heard a sound from behind her, sort of like "Hmprh!"

It was time to show off her skills, including some of those she hadn't tested yet. She crouched low, and felt her draconic blood rush though her veins. Focusing her eyes on the cockhead, which was higher than her head now, she felt her muscle move to orders directly from her instinct, shifting slightly. The muscle in the legs were tight as springs. Then she released them, leaping into the air. She did a complete flip, and spread her legs as she began to descend. Her vulva parted as she landed directly on top of Blakes cock, forcing it in almost all the way in one gravity-propelled movement. The skills implanted by her alteration had worked perfectly, enabling her to jump with a strength and accuracy an ordinary human could only achieve through a lifetime of training.

She came instantly as the familiar mixture of pain and pleasure flooded her brain. It was a traumatic penetration of the highest order, stretching her to the limit in less than a second. And she still wasn't supporting herself in any way. She was merely hanging there while gravity did the work for her, pulling her the last bit of the way down. She looked down, and almost came again just by seeing the way her stomach and chest was bulging out, clearly showing the contours of Blake's impossibly large cock. She could also see that her pussylips was touching his sheath, that full penetration had been achieved in record time. She breathed deeply - as deeply as she could, with his cockshaft nestled between her lungs - and lifted her legs to put her feet on his crotch, on each side of his balls. The scales were slick, but she managed to get a toehold, and used it to lift herself. She straightened her legs completely, lifting herself more than two feet. Then, she let go with her feet, and plummeted down the huge shaft again.

She started playing with her own boobs while lifting herself for the next thrust. She needed the additional pleasure. The pain of the rapid penetration was extreme, especially the split second in which the cockhead forced its way into her womb, and the second after it, where her womb expanded impossibly far up... but she didn't stop, or even slow down. A part of it was that she'd begun to love the pain, but it was also because she wanted to show off her abilities. Being able to fuck a dragon was one thing, but surviving so violent a session with no adverse effects, that was something only a dragonrider could do. With that in mind, she paused at the top of her next thrust, looking up at Blake. She found that her vision was blurred, thanks to the sweat that had run from her brow into her eyes while she repeatedly impaled herself on the draconic member. She hadn't even noticed 'till then, the slight sting of the salty sweat touching her eyeballs lost in the unfathomable agony she'd inflicted upon herself.

Wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, she grinned up at him, noticing that he actually looked slightly worried. "Hey Blake, could you give me a hand? Turn me around, so that our friend, the dwarf, can get a better look at the action. I'm sure he'll want to make absolutely sure that we're not cheating." Blake's face brightened as he mirrored her grin, and he immediately stretched his powerful forelegs down to grip her arms. She let go with her feet, hanging from his claws alone. She could feel their edges digging into her arms, even though he held her as gently as he could. He turned her halfway around, then shifted his grip while the kept herself up with one foot over the base of his cock, and finally turned her all the way. As soon as he let go again, she slid rapidly down his slick cock, and discovered that that position apparently allowed for a slightly deeper penetration - probably no more than an inch, but with her insides already stretched to the extremes, she could feel it.

She was just starting to wonder how she'd be able to generate movement from this new position, when she noticed that the dwarf was standing very close to her. And that he held a wicked-looking instrument in one hand, while juggling two golden rings in the other. His short fingers moved with the aptitude of a master craftsman, keeping the two rings in constant movement. They reflected the daylight, giving off little flashes as they turned in the air. It seemed that the rings weren't quite regular, like there was some adornment on them, like the jewel of a finger-ring... but they seemed to be too big to any fingers she'd ever seen. She tried to focus on them, but somehow the flashes they gave off as they rotated made her vision blur. Her body suddenly seemed heavy, and the pain that radiated from her overstretched pussy began to feel remote. Her eyelids began to drop.

They flew up again as pain exploded through her left breast. It was a piercing pain, much different from the stretching pain she'd learned to enjoy, and tore through her mind with numbing intensity. Then, before she'd had the time to shake the numbness away and wake up completely, the pain came again, piercing her other nibble, rendering her dumbstruck for several seconds. Then, amidst the pain, she felt Blake's dick throb within her, and she felt her insides being inflated by the first jet of cum that issued from his cockhead. She had unconsciously been massaging him with her vaginal muscle while hanging there, and the two shocks of pain had made her contract around him with enough intensity to bring him off.

The pleasure of being filled with his hot seed burned through the pain, and threw her into an instant orgasm, shaking her entire body. Her clit rubbed against the edge of his sheath, prolonging the climax to a full five minutes, before she finally returned to the earth. Taking deep breaths to calm her rapidly beating heart, she tried to make sense of what had happened. She'd been hypnotized by the rings, and actually fallen asleep, suspended as she was above the ground by her lover's large cock. He'd done something to her tits... rubbing tears of pain and pleasure from her eyes, she looked down, and saw that each of her nibbles now was pierced with a thick, golden ring. Curiously, she hefted one of her aching boobs to take a closer look, and saw that she'd been right about the irregularity of the rings. They weren't actually smooth, the way they'd looked, but engraved with scales all the way around, like the body of a snake or a dragon. And at the bottom of the rings, a dragonhead was sculpted from the gold, mouth open and fangs showing, clefted tongue tasting the air. It was incredibly life-like, but it looked nothing like the head of her beloved black dragon.

Looking up, she saw that the dwarf was still standing there, now holding only the tool... it looked a bit like a common pair of tongs, but one of the ends were pointy, and shone with fresh blood. Obviously, that was the instrument that had inflicted such pain on her. "Blake, could you give me a hand down here?" She said, expecting him to reach down to lift her off. Instead, the cock within her started shifting, bending forward. The tip, nested next to her heart, lowered until she was able to simply slide forwards off of it, rolling to her feet as she hit the ground. This maneuver ended with her standing directly in front of the dwarf, looking down at him between her ample breasts. His face was very red as he looked up at her.

She took a deep breath, enjoying the sensation of her pussy contracting back into its usual shape, and spoke. "So, dwarf, are you convinced yet? Oh, and maybe you'd like to explain these rings..." her voice turned slightly threatening as she said the last part, but the dwarf merely grunted and turned around, walking towards his anvil. "Stop calling me 'dwarf', girl. My name is Drewyn the smith, and yes, I'm convinced. As what goes for the rings, they be a gift from me. The mark of a DragonRider, you see... they be magical. As long as they're in place, a telepathic connection is formed between you and your dragon, allowing you to communicate with your minds over a certain distance. Their range isn't infinite, though, so don't get too far apart."

Anitra examined the rings again. "So, Drewyn, how do they work?" A snort. "If you be a DragonRider, lass, you'll know." She shrugged, and tried to concentrate on Blake. "You've got it." The thought just appeared in her mind, carrying a faint accent that reminded her of Blake. "Clever..."she thought back "Now we won't have to yell over the wind while we're flying." Turning her attention back to the outside world, she saw the dwarf - Drewyn - returning from his workplace with a big, mean-looking spike in his hand. There seemed to be shimmer around it, and she realized that her new, draconic vision enabled her to see magic within items. Realizing that it was a potential weapon, with the capability to penetrate Blake's hide, she instantly shifted into a defensive position, wondering what was going on.

Drewyn just grunted as he walked towards Blake. "Calm down, girl! I'm merely going to extract the payment for my services, up front." Anitra relaxed a bit but not much. "Payment? What, exactly, are you talking about?" "I figure ye found yer way here by the legends, right? Well, there's a thing or two the legends doesn't mention. I'll forge you an armor, and mayhaps a blade to go with it, but as payment I'll take a pint of your scaly boyfriend's blood. Worry not, it'll do him no harm to loose a bit of blood." "What do you want his blood for?" The dwarf turned to face her, and stared directly at her. Suddenly, she noticed that his eyes were an incandescent blue, like opals set in his bearded face. "To live, girl. To live, I'll take his blood. Have ye not wondered how a single dwarf can live long enough to become a legend amongst dragons, who can live for centuries themselves?" She hadn't, actually. Now that he mentioned it, though, she tried to remember what her mother had told her about the life length of the various species. Dragons could live to incredible age, 7-800 years. Elves, nearly as long. Dwarves, 'only' 4-500 years. And then there was a plethora of other creatures such as goblins, orcs, and humans, who usually didn't live for longer than 50-60 years. Certain mages had found ways to extend their lives to 1-200 years, and the undead, naturally, 'lived' until they were slain. So, could a dwarf, who didn't even seem particularly old, get such a reputation amongst dragons?

"Yeah, I've wondered..." she finally answered. "But I haven't been able to figure it out. Maybe you'd like to enlighten me. For sure, you'll not take another step towards Blake before you tell me what you're going to do with his blood." The dwarf stared at her for half a second, then started laughing loudly. Realizing that she was actually being protective about a full-grown black dragon, who could probably take down a battalion all by himself, she couldn't help but to smile at herself. It took the dwarf several minutes to get his laughter under control. "I'll give you that, lass, in all my years I've hardly seen a couple more in love than you two..." he had to pause in his speech to give another howl of laughter. "...so I'll tell you. From the blood of a black dragon, drawn with his consent, I can create a potion which makes me younger. A single draught can take 50 years of my life, and from a pint of dragonblood, I can make 10 draughts. A good thing you came around, too! My supply of potions is running low. Now, perhaps ye can see why I haven't made the payment common knowledge." She nodded slowly. "Yes... if it became known that a dwarf lived alone here, with a supply of immortality potions, every adventurer and every aging wizard would come rushing here to steal you potions and wring the secret of its making from you." "Aye, ye got that right, girl. Both of you are required to make your most solemn wows that you'll never reveal the knowledge you just gained, to anybody, living or dead. A part of the payment, if you will."

With a shrug, Anitra swore by the god of the dead, that she'd never reveal her knowledge of his fountain of youth to anybody. It was an expensive oath indeed, and the more superstitious believed that breaking such an oath would bring untimely death. Blake nodded too, and swore by the shell of his egg, a strong oath amongst dragons. The dwarf smiled a bit as he squatted down next to Blake, accepting their oaths. "Now, dragon, hand me yer foreleg..." Blake mutely stretched his arm down, and grimaced as Drewyn plunged the enchanted needle through the thin scales at the elbow. His blood ran thick through the hollow needle, into a glass which seemed very large to Anitra. A few minutes later, it was full, and the dwarf pulled back the needle. Nodding happily. "There! No problem for you, drake, you produce more than this every day." He placed the glass carefully on the table which was covered with alchemical instruments, and then walked back to them. "Now, I expect those bags lying out there contain some scales I can use for my work, although I must say there seems to be a lot more than I need."

Nodding, Anitra retrieved the bags, dumping them at his feet. "Those two contain scales, mainly Blake's, but also some from a red dragon he knows. The other two contain the equipment of a hero, an amazon to be exact. She won't be needing it again, so we figured you could maybe use it for something." Eyeing the double-bladed axe that stuck up rather prominently from one of the bags, he nodded. "Aye, I could use those things... make yourselves comfortable while I work, kids, for though I be a master of my craft, forging a good armor takes time." Blake snorted at hearing the dwarf describing him as a kid, but before he could formulate an acidic reply, the dwarf grinned at him. "Hold yer tongue, drake, I'm much older than you! Aye, I was old when your grandsire clawed his way out of his egg... so to me, you are little more than a whelp."

They settled down in a corner of the cave, watching the dwarf get to work with blinding skill. His fingers flew like butterflies over the scales, heating them in the lava stream and hammering them together on the anvil. He inspected every bit of Arthenia's equipment carefully, making Anitra wonder briefly what had happened to her mother after she'd left on Blake's back. She knocked the thought out of her head. It was a part of her past now, the past in which she was a weak human being. She was a DragonRider now, now and forever. Turning her back at the smith, she cuddled up to Blake, enjoying the smooth feeling of his scales. She hummed appreciatively when he embraced her with his snake-like neck, and moaned deeply as she felt his tongue play across her cunt. But both of them were exhausted after the wild sex they had enjoyed the day before, and it never developed further than some light petting. Somewhere along the way, she dropped off to sleep on her lover's lap, while he silently watched the dwarf forge an armor from his midnight-black scales.

Half a day had gone by before she awakened again. The sun had moved, and no longer shone into the cave. Only the undulating light of the magma that covered the back wall gave light. At the anvil, the dwarf straightened his back, and turned from his work. "Are ye awake, kids? I be done, and even if I do say so myself, I think it is my best work yet. Ye brought me good materials." Rising from Blake's lap, Anitra stretched briefly before walking over to the anvil. A light suit of armor, not unlike her mother's in shape, lay there. Following the dwarf's directions, she strapped it on, and looked futilely around for a mirror. Blake noticed that and grinned. "You're missing a mirror, dear? Have no fear, Blake is here." He chanted several words in the language of magic, and from out of nowhere a mirror appeared, as high as a man and oval in shape. She looked at it, her eyes going wide, while Blake explained. "It's a magic mirror, you see... the idea is to use it to reflect spells, but it can be used as an ordinary mirror too."

She hadn't had a chance to look at her own reflection since she'd changed, and the armor seemed to accentuate the alterations her first session with Blake had created. Only now she was able to appreciate how big her breasts had become, almost as big as those of her mother... the armor she was wearing covered only the lower half of them, and hardly that, giving them a lift which made them even more obvious. She blushed slightly as she realized that the armor actually didn't cover the nibbles, letting them stick out right above it. The large rings in them would have made it virtually impossible to have them inside anyway. With the rings hanging there, it actually wasn't very obvious that her nibbles weren't covered, though - one would get the immediate impression that the rings were adornments on the front of the armor. Right between her breasts, a red jewel was set. From her ample bosom, the armor descended towards her crotch, hugging her skin perfectly all the way. Amazing how he could make it fit so well, she thought, without even taking any measurements. The torso of her armor was simply two pieces, a front and a back, held together seamlessly with magic, and it was entirely black.

Below the torso, her crotch was covered with what could only be described as scaly panties. They hardly covered her pussy mound, and if she'd had any cunt hair, it would have showed over the top of them. They were made from Inferand's red scales, which had been turned amazingly subtle and highly bendable by some process that Drewyn had put them through. The fact that they were bright red also served to pull attention to them. On her thighs and lower legs, plates of black scales were fastened with leather straps, doubtlessly taken from Arthenia's armor. They only covered the front, the lower pair rather resembling shin guards. On her feet, she wore the sandals that had been part of her mother's armor, but their toes had been reinforced by a single, large black scale, enabling her to deliver a wicked kick. Also, the leather had been blackened somehow. Her arms were naked, except for a pair of black bracer, edged with gold. Together with her inhuman eyes, and her long, black hair, the equipment made her look rather impressive. And, she discovered as she moved slightly, the semi-stiff panties rubbed delightfully against her clit when she walked.

Still, something was missing... "Say, Drewyn, didn't you say something about a blade to go with this equipment?" The dwarf nodded, his eyes suddenly on fire. "Aye. The metal that the battle-axe over there is forged from is meteoritic iron, and enchanted at that... from it, I could forge a blade the likes of which have never been seen before, providing that your boyfriend is willing to part with some more of his blood." "Blood?!? Why?" "My master, the one who taught me the arts of forging from the scales of dragons, told me once that a sword forged from a fallen star and tempered in dragonblood would hold great powers. I've always dreamed of forging such a blade, but even though I've had such metal before, I've never had a pair of customers so in love with each other that the drake was willing to part with a whole bucket of blood for his rider. But seeing the way you were ready to attack me to protect him, I figured there might be a chance here...."

Anitra and Drewyn both turned to face Blake, who grimaced at the thought. "A whole bucket, eh? You seem to know a lot about dragons... tell me, dwarf, what effect will that kind of blood-loss have on me?" Drewyn shrugged. "Ye got lots of blood in that big body of yours... I figure you'll be weak for a day or so, that's all. A good night of sleep, and you'll be as good as new." Blake sighed, shaking his head. "Do you know of a safe place where I can rest for a while?" The dwarf nodded eagerly, obviously set on the idea of forging the sword. "Aye, there be a large cave in a mountain a short flight to the north. It's close to a big city, though, so your girl doesn't get bored while you slumber. As long as you don't go making a lot of noise, not a soul will notice you're there." Blake shook his head ruefully, and then finally nodded. "All right, dwarf, take the blood you need."

So he did, filling up a tall, slim bucket with it. The bucked he set next to the anvil, while he pulled Arthenia's battle-axe out of the bag and put it on his anvil. As he removed the metallic head, and began hammering it into a new shape, Anitra remembered her mother telling her the story of how she'd gotten her hands on the axe. The axe-head contained a type of anti-magic, which enabled it to cut through most magical defenses. Also, spells that could rust an ordinary weapon, or turn it hot in the hands of the wielder, had no effect on it. Arthenia had been hired by a mage to track down a powerful barbarian who wielded the axe. The barbarian had slain the mage's brother, another mage, and she'd been paid to extract his vengeance. She'd located the barbarian, and engaged him in single combat. The battle ended as the barbarian succeeded in breaking her sword with a powerful swing from the axe, and moved in for the kill. He'd considered an unarmed opponent to be a defeated opponent, unaware of the fearsome hand-to-hand fighting skills of the amazon warriors. Arthenia had ducked under the swing that was meant to end her life, and with a single well-placed blow, broke a rib and send the shattered bone into his left lung. Then, as he fell wheezing to the ground, she'd crushed his thorax with her other fist, and left him choking to death on the ground. She'd taken his axe to replace her broken weapon.

Now, the axe-head was being reforged into a weapon for her daughter. Finally satisfied, the dwarf lifted the newly formed blade from his anvil with a set tongs, the metal still glowing red-hot. With a quick movement, he plunged the blade into the barrel, sending dark clouds of vaporized blood into the air. The hiss that sounded from the barrel sounded like an angry serpent, echoing through the cave. Finally, the steam cleared, and Drewyn pulled his masterpiece from the blood. Anitra gasped. The once shiny metal had turned black, blacker even than Blake's scales. It was like a hole in the universe, sucking in all light. The blade was lithe, widening slightly towards the tip, forming a head not unlike a certain other shape she was familiar with. The dwarf stared at it, as if he'd seen a ghost. With a deft kick, he toppled the bucket and sent the contents flowing down into the same crack that the lava descended into. As the blood flowed, Anitra could see that that, too, had turned black.

Drewyn shook his head, grumbling something, and suddenly Anitra felt that she could see his age. In that moment, despite his bright red beard and youthful figure, it seemed as if his countless years lay as a carpet over him. How long had he lived? Millennia, if he spoke the truth. And for all that time, he'd wanted to forge that one blade. Every time a new black dragon had arrived with his rider, he'd hoped that this couple was close enough for the dragon to make the necessary sacrifice. But every time, the dragon had refused to run the risk that was entailed, opting for getting an ordinary sword instead. For a risk it was, indeed. For the next day or two, Blake would be much weaker than otherwise. Dragons could sleep for a long time, but they slept as lightly as cats, awakening instantly should some foolish adventurer attempt to sneak up to him. But for the next day, Blake would be sleeping heavily, essentially incapable of defending himself.

At his working table, Drewyn fitted the amazing blade with a hilt he'd forged centuries before, hoping that he'd one day need it. The hilt was long enough to fit two slim hands and beautifully sculpted, a dragon curled around it in such a way as to fit into the hand. The dragon's wings were the guard, and the jaws encircled the blade, making it look as if it the blade issued from its gaping maw. The entire hilt was fashioned from mithril, an unbelievable extravagance, and the pommel stone was a carbuncle, a bright red jewel that can only be found in the skull of a red dragon, where it was lodged in the forehead. Wryly, Drewyn reflected that he probably was getting the girl into a lot of trouble by giving her the sword - a lot of unwholesome people would willingly kill for that hilt alone.

Finishing his work, he slid the sword into a sheath he'd fashioned shortly after the hilt. It was made of what looked like black leather, but was in fact the wing-fabric of a black dragon. It was banded with mithril, each stripe of silvery metal dotted by black opals. The top of the sheath was set with the teeth of a white dragon, smallest of the dragon races. He fastened it to her back with the same magic that bound her armor seamlessly together, enabling her to remove it at will, but ensuring that it couldn't fall off by accident. Her equipment thus completed, Anitra admired herself in the mirror some more, while Drewyn explained the special properties of her new sword to her. "It'll never rust or decay, by natural ways or by magic." He assured her. "Like the axe it was forged from, it can cut through magical barriers, and that trait was further enhanced by the dragonblood - I doubt even the mightiest of archmages could call up a shield that it could not cut. Also, it is capable of deflecting attack-magic - you can simply bat aside lightning bolts and fireballs with the blade, or even send them right back in the caster's face. The blade is sharp enough to shave with, and the edge stays forever."

He cleared his throat before he continued. "Finally, you can make the sword burst into flame with a single though. It won't just be ordinary fire, though, it'll be dragonfire - black dragon fire, with all the capabilities that comes with that. It'll only be able to burn for a short while, though, and then it can't be used again for many hours." He looked at her curiously. "Have you thought of a name for it? A sword of such power must have a name..." She turned around and looked down at him with a smile. "Yes... how does BlackFire sound to you?" He just nodded, and stretched out his hand. "Lend me your blade for a moment." She complied, and with it in hand, he walked over to the lava flow and picked up an engraving tool. Heating it in the molten magma, he wrote upon the base of the blade, engraving the letters into the black surface. Where he wrote, the black surface was burned away, showing the bright metal below. When he handed the blade back, its name was spelled in clear letters on the lowest part of the blade, just where it emerged from the dragon's mouth - BlackFire.

Grinning, she slid the blade back into the sheath. "You really impress me, Drewyn. Guess you really are all that you claim to be. Thank you, for both the sword and the armor." The dwarf snapped his fingers. "Oy! I nearly forgot to tell you, lass... the armor you now wear hold power too. The scales of your lover stops even the keenest edge, and I've mixed the metal from the armor you brought me into it, increasing the magical resistance it had in the first place. Only powerful magic can harm it now, though a magical weapon of great power still holds the ability to part the scales. But be warned! Though the armor protects you from piercing and cutting, a blunt weapon can still do great damage to you, and though it might stop the edge of a sword, the blow can still hurt you. Also, I found an enchanted gem amongst the equipment you brought me - it seemed to contain a spell to protect against fire. I forged it into the breastplate, mixing it with the scales, altering the enchantment. Your entire body, even the areas not covered by the armor, is virtually impregnable to fire as long as you wear it, even dragonfire to some degree. Don't count on it working against the flames of a black dragon, though - it might hold out, but not for long."

Having said his piece, the dwarf gave Blake directions to the aforementioned cave to the north, and said his good-byes. The dragon and the girl left the cave, and Blake pulled the boulder back in place as he'd promised. Anitra noticed, though, that he seemed to have a lot more difficulty with shifting the huge rock than he'd had that morning. The blood-loss had obviously weakened him some. Finally, she jumped onto his back, and he leaped into the air. His wings beat heavily, lifting them high into the air. While they'd been in the cave, hours had passed, and the noon sun was passing overhead. As they flew though the air, they experimented with the mental link they'd received with Anitra's nibble piercings. She worried that she could almost hear the fatigue in Blake's voice, even though it was transmitted telepathically. She was starting to fear that he'd just drop straight down from the sky, when they finally caught sight of the mountain Drewyn had mentioned.

With her sharp eyes, Anitra was able to make out the city that sprawled at the foot of the mountain. The shape of the mountain indicated that it was an ancient volcano, who had blown its own side out in a violent eruption aeons ago. The city had probably grown out of the fertile volcanic ash it left behind, and just kept growing since. The jungle was cut down around the sturdy city walls, indicating that lumber probably made out one of the main enterprises of the area. Adding to that trade with the spices and alchemical herbs that usually grew in jungles, and exotic animals that were in demand as pets for rich merchants and noblemen, the city was a source of wealth. Blake beat his wings faster as he neared the city, bringing them around to the other side of the mountain. He was understandably worried about being spotted from the city.

The cave turned out to be not unlike the one Drewyn had inhabited, drilled out by an ancient lava flow. But there was no fire left in this mountain, and no wall of lava in the back of the cave. Blake had pulled several rocks away from the entrance when they found the place, and had put them back in place after himself, leaving a crack that was just big enough for her to pass through. Apart from the light that came through that crack, the cave was pitch-black, but Anitra soon found that she had no trouble seeing in the dark. Her eyes adjusted so perfectly, that she could even make out the outlines of Blake in the darkness. After checking the cave for other residents, he lay down and yawned. "Anitra, why don't you run down to the city while I sleep? We'll need some more equipment, if we're going to travel together. I can catch animals easily enough, but it's not a very good idea for you to live off meat alone. Get some other foodstuffs. You'll also need a supply of fresh water. I suspect your mother has told you what supplies are needed when one goes adventuring, so you'll know what to get. Oh, and don't forget some saddlebags, or something, to have it all in. You'll figure it out, I think." As he mentioned it, Anitra suddenly discovered that her throat was parched dry, and her stomach was rumbling. Most likely, it was only the two cum-loads that had packed her stomach the night before, and her new-found dragonpower, that had allowed her to go for so long without food or drink. But now her human flesh was starting to assert itself.

"But... I don't have any money!" She protested, as Blake's eyes slid shut. "You'll figure it out..." he answered sleepily. "I don't know much about human society, though, so I can't be of much help..." then, he started snoring. With a shrug, she decided to head down to the city. Something would probably pop up. Exiting the cave, she judged the time from the height of the sun, and decided that it was probably mid-afternoon. Market-time for cities in lands like this, where the heat made it impossible to move around at noon. Taking a deep breath, she stretched, enjoying the feeling of her new armor sliding over her muscle. Then, she sprinted off over the rocky mountainside, her feet kicking up a spray of gravel in her wake. The cave was part of the way around the mountain, far enough to put it out of direct line of sight from the city, but it didn't take her many minutes of running to catch sight of the whitewashed city walls.

Running at full speed, it took her no more than half an hour to reach the city gate, where a pair of guards in leather armor stood sweating in the shadow of the walls. She stopped in front of them, sweat running from her brow, and noticed how their eyes bulged at the sight of her armor. Clearing his throat, one of them asked "Name and errand, please?" Smiling pleasantly, she replied semi-truthfully. "I'm Anitra, an adventurer as you might have guessed. I've lost all my equipment, and I'm looking to buy some new." Her voice was rough, due to her thirst, and the other guard noticed that. "Ehmm... there's a water barrel in the guardhouse, if you're thirsty." He stammered, pointing towards a shack that seemed to be standing only because it was leaning against the sturdy city walls. She smiled brightly, and enjoyed watching him fluster at her attention as she said that yes, she was thirsty. He showed her the water barrel, and she deliberately bend over it to drink from the ladle in it. That, of course, showed off her ample bottom, barely concealed beneath the red panties. She washed her face down with cold water too, and felt much refreshed. "Thank you very much for your hospitality..." she purred "now, would you be so kind as to tell me the name of this great city?" The eyes she cast them as she spoke insured that they didn't consider the strangeness of a lone adventurer coming out of the jungle without knowing the name of the only large town in the area.

She left the guardpost, looking around in the city she now knew was named Kartham. The main street led her to the marketplace as expected, and by the time she got there, she'd figured out how to solve her monetary problem. Her mother had told her about how she'd participated in prize-fights on marketplaces to get by in the beginning, and she had no doubt that her draconic power would ensure her a victory if something like that was available in this town too. She was not disappointed. In the middle of the marketplace, next to a fountain, a fighting ring had been erected. Two men were inside of it, trying to punch each other's lights out. One of them was a hulking, hugely muscular black man, with short-cropped black hair. His teeth flashed white as he grinned at his opponent, delivering a crushing right jab. The opponent, who had the beige complexion of the locals, clumsily blocked it, and never even saw the follow-up as it hit his ribs. As he cringed, the black fighter delivered the knockout with an uppercut squarely on the chin.

As the man fell to the ground, the winning fighter lifted his arms in victory, showing off his muscular chest. A somewhat smaller, but equally black man got up on a dais, and shouted out across the marketplace. "Ladies and gentlemen, please give a hand to this brave fighter, although he did not succeed in staying on his feet for the required 15 minutes... now, I implore any man in the crowd, who has the heart and courage of a man, to stand forth and challenge our invincible fighter. It costs nothing to participate, and if you can stay on your feet for 15 minutes, you win 10 silver pieces. Should you, somehow, succeed in putting the invincible Ali to the ground, you'll win a full gold piece! Come one, it's worth a try, isn't it?" He was showing off a gold piece as he spoke, turning it in his hand to let it catch the rays of the afternoon sun.

Anitra walked briskly towards the crowd, but just as she was about to enter it, a hand gripped her arm. "Hey, cutie!" She turned towards the voice and saw a black man, only slightly less muscular than the fighter in the ring. "It costs five coppers to watch." She lifted an eyebrow. "Oh, but the speaker just said that it doesn't cost anything to participate..." The man laughed out loud. "You want to fight, girl? You'd better head home before your father finds out you've borrowed his sword." Curling her full lips into a sneer, Anitra decided that she'd heard enough. The hand was still gripping her arm, and she directed a hard blow at the wrist with her other hand. With a yelp, the man released her rubbing his numb hand. Ignoring him, she turned around and made her way through the crowd, noticing how the men would turn to complain about being jostled, only to turn dumb at the sight of the bosom.

As she reached the ring, she saw that the previous challenger had been dragged from the ring, and the fighter - 'Invincible Ali' - was now pacing the ring, showing off his muscle to the blushing girls in the audience. Deciding that she didn't want to try to convince the speaker that she was a serious challenger, she focused on one of the poles that made out the corners of the ring, and jumped. With inhuman accuracy, she landed on the pole with both feet, arms crossed under her boobs, maintaining her balance as easily as if she was standing on the ground. Her voice rang clear across the crowd as the speaker was silenced by her dramatic arrival. "You ask for a man's heart and a man's courage? I have none of those, but I nonetheless challenge your fighter." She turned her head to stare at the gaping speaker, her eyes narrowing. "Better keep my money ready."

At that, she jumped into the ring, and assumed a defensive posture as Ali turned to stare at her. His mouth was hanging open, and his eyes seemed to be about to pop out. The speaker finally found his tongue. "All right, we seem to have a brave young lady in the ring! As soon as she's removed her weapon, the battle will commence." Anitra shrugged. She'd completely forgotten about the big sword. With a deft grip, she removed the sword and sheath, and leaned them against the pole she'd just jumped down from. The carbuncle flashed in the sunlight. She turned back towards the fighter, and saw that he'd managed to pick up his jaw. He was grinning fiercely now, and cracking his knuckles. Calming herself, she remembered how she'd managed to take down Arthenia the Amazon with three blows. This prizefighter couldn't be better than that.

"Fight!" screamed the speaker, and instantly Ali rushed forwards, fists at ready. Anitra felt the adrenaline rush through her veins, mixing with her hot, draconic blood. Her muscle tensed as she prepared to receive his attack, and time seemed to slow down to her eyes. His first blow was aimed at the side of her head, but she disdainfully brushed it aside. Remembering the fate of the previous challenger, she blocked his follow-up punch to the ribs without even looking. With both his arms out on the attack, he was incapable of blocking as she delivered a quick three-punch combo to his chest, staggering him. She finished the combo with a roundhouse kick to the solar plexus, sending him gasping to the ground, curling himself into a ball.

The crowd was roaring, but she hardly seemed to notice it. Ali was getting to his feet, somewhat shakily, his face contorted in an expression of rage. He was more cautious now, realizing that he was facing a much more powerful opponent than he had first anticipated. He wouldn't overextend again. Knowing that, Anitra didn't give him the time to think up a new attack strategy. She went on the offensive, leaping towards him with her fists in front of her. She shaken fighter crouched low with his arms in front of him to block her rushing attack, only to realize an instant too late that she hadn't jumped hard enough to reach him. Her fists hit the ground right in front of him as she used her forward inertia to roll forwards under his guard. Then, she straightened her body, bringing both feet up with crushing power. She'd meant to hit him on the chin, effectively ending the fight, but Ali realized her intentions in the last second and leaned away from the blow. Her feet rose a hair in front of his eyes, causing him to blink fatally.

Fatally, because that gave her the split second she needed to redirect her attack. She bend her knees, bringing her lower legs down on his shoulder, and locked her feet together behind his neck. As expected, the man brought his hands up to grip her feet, trying to keep her from choking him. His grip gave her enough leverage to bend in the middle. With surprising strength, she lifted herself from the ground, suddenly facing her enemy directly again. She delivered a quick one-two punch to his face, staggering him, and then threw all her weight back wards again. Her open palms hit the dirt as she performed a perfect backflip, pulling Ali with her by the throat, all the way over her, finally smashing him headfirst into the ground. The move came to her naturally, as if she'd spend her entire life fighting. She dimly remembered her mother describing how she'd seen it performed in a high-stake prizefight. She'd called it a 'Frankensteiner', or something like that.

She rose from the ground, her back to the fallen fighter, and heard the roar of the crowd reach a crescendo. Her eyes narrowed as she realized why they still yelled. She knew it, before she looked over her shoulder to make sure. Sure enough, the 'Invincible' Ali was getting to his feet again, but he seemed to have a bit of trouble maintaining his balance. As she turned to face him again, he spat out a bloody tooth, and wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his hand. His eyes were blurry with pain and rage, and it was only his anger that held him up now. The crowd, she heard, was on her side. They were chanting rhythmically now, yelling again and again: "Finish him! Finish him!" Smiling coldly, she walked up to Ali again, sauntering calmly as if she was just heading over to ask him where he'd had his hair done. He lunged at her clumsily, swinging repeatedly with arms that were heavy with fatigue. She dodged them all with ease, never even bothering to bring her arms up for defense. As he attempted to hit her with a slow left hook, she ducked under it to stand at his left side. Moving with serpentine speed, she gripped his head from behind with her left hand, kicked his feet out from under him with her left leg, and finally sinking into a kneel, smashing his face into her knee with all his weight and all her strength combined. She didn't let go either, but pulled back his head again to show it to the audience.

Blood ran freely from his broken nose, as well as his eyebrows and gums. His eyes were closed as he kneeled in her grip, incapable of even getting to his feet. But the crowd wasn't satisfied. Otherwise peaceful shopkeepers and goodwives were screaming and yelling, pushing in on the ring, chanting "Finish him!" again and again. The speaker and the money-collectors was trying to calm them down, but the crowd was fast turning into a mob, and it didn't want to get controlled. Shrugging, Anitra decided to give the public what the public wanted. She placed her right hand on Ali's abdomen, and with a grunt and a heave, lifted his huge bulk with a single hand. As she held his unconscious form suspended over her head, relishing the rush of using her powers to their fullest extend, the crowd suddenly fell silent. She turned towards one of the corner poles, and bent her arm...

In the last second, she readjusted her aim, and hurled the beaten fighter into the hemp rope that made out the edge of the ring. He smashed into the some of the audience that had been closest to the ring as he landed, his arms draping over the rope, keeping him up. His head lolled back, absolutely loose, showing off his broken face to the closest viewers. He'd landed right next to the speaker, who seemed almost white-faced with shock, despite his otherwise dark complexion. She walked over to him, smiling as she noticed that the battle hadn't even made her breathe heavily. She'd hardly even broken a sweat. Resting her foot against the lower rope, she smiled pleasantly at the speaker. "So... That's one gold piece, right?" The speaker tried futilely to find his tongue for a few moments, doubtlessly attempting to figure out a way to cheat her out of the money. She didn't give him the time. In an apparently friendly gesture, she placed a hand on his shoulder, and squeezed. The man grimaced in pain, and with a sigh, tossed her the gold piece he'd been showing off earlier.

The crowd applauded loudly as she left the ring, picking up her sword on the way. Their cheers redoubled as she - instead of trying to shoulder her way through them - jumped on top of one of the poles and took to the air from it, leaping clean across the crowd to land agilely on her feet. She didn't turn to look back as she walked into the maze of stalls that made out the market.

The first thing she did was to get something to eat. After that, she purchased a pair of saddlebags - the tanner lengthened the straps between them, free of charge - and began to fill them with useful objects. A gold piece stretches far, and she could afford to buy quality. She bought a short dagger, paying a good bit more than it was worth because of the dragon that was engraved in the hilt. One of the bags was soon filled with all manners of adventuring supplies, from a sturdy rope to piece of enchanted unicorn horn, which could be used to test the quality of drinking water. The other bag she filled with foodstuffs, including a piece of cheese and a brown bread, which the baker guaranteed would remain edible for more than a week. A large waterskin attached to one of the saddlebags with a leather thong completed her equipment. As she filled it at the fountain, she decided that she'd need another drink before heading back. The afternoon was just ending, and she wouldn't have any trouble getting back to the cave before nightfall anyway.

Just as she bent down to drink from the pure water of the fountain, she noticed a nearby sign saying, in large letters, 'BAR'. She'd drunk wine back at home, but never anything stronger than that... what effect would alcohol have on her changed chemistry, she wondered, and decided to find out. The bar wasn't exactly crowded, but it was well filled. People sat in two's and threes around rickety tables, drinking thin, watery beer, and talking. She noticed one of the patrons eyeing her, and then duck his head down to tell something to the guy in front of him in a low voice. She grinned as she realized that he was probably recounting a vastly exaggerated tale of her exploits in the fighting ring to the other, probably involving her tearing off the other fighter's head, or ripping out his throbbing heart, or something like that. From what she knew of the gossip, the entire city would soon know the absolutely true and unmodified story of the seven-foot-high, grossly muscled amazon that had come down from the mountains, beaten 10-20 strong men to a pulp, and finally torn the supposedly invincible Ali limb from limb.

Still smiling, she went to the counter and summoned the barkeep's attention with a wave. He had skin as black as ivory, and a pleasant smile. She ordered a drink, leaving it up to him to figure out which one to give her. He set a glass of clear liquid on the desk in front of her, and she drank it down in a single gulp. She felt a warmth spread through her limbs almost instantly, figuring - correctly - that he'd given her something very strong. For a moment, she felt dizzy, but her head cleared within seconds. She smiled at the barkeep, lifting an eyebrow. He'd probably take her for an experienced drinker, when the truth was that she'd probably have passed out if it wasn't for her draconic powers. It protected her against poison, Blake had told her, and apparently alcohol counted as such. Suddenly, she felt sweat spring out on her forehead. All of at once, her skin felt incredibly hot, while her stomach felt like block of ice. Her head throbbed as if it was about to explode, and her vision blurred. The last thing she noticed before passing out was how white the barkeep's teeth seemed in his black face.

Slowly, she pulled her way back to consciousness. Her head still throbbed, but other than that she felt okay. She was lying in what felt like straw, pretty prickly anyway. She slowly opened her eyes, starring up into a wooden roof, lit by the flickering flame of an oil lamp. As she tried to turn her head, she realized that she couldn't move a muscle. Her eyes, yes, but nothing else - she was completely paralyzed. Gradually, her senses began to return, and she could hear a conversation going on nearby. The voices seemed slightly familiar. "Come one, man! Get a hold of yourself..." one of them said, and continued. "Look, we got the rest of the money, the stuff she bought, and her sword, which is probably worth a fortune all by itself. Isn't that enough? Why play with fire?" Another, more gruff voice broke in, and she recognized it as belonging to the barkeep. "Don't worry, man! I slipped enough of that potion into her drink to knock out a battalion. She'll be unable to move a finger for at least twelve hours."

Another voice, deeper than the other. "The hell I'm satisfied! This isn't about money, you idiot, it's about payback! She's gonna pay for what she did to me, pay full price... and when we're done, well just slit her throat and leave her here, and there'll be no worrying about avenging angels, right? Come one, don't tell me you wouldn't like to do it too... I mean, take a look at those knockers!" Finally, she recognized the voice as belonging to 'Invincible Ali', the fighter she'd fought a few hours before, and the second voice was that of the speaker. A voice she didn't recognize spoke next. "Yeah, that's right, you can't be a man and let a chance like this slide... I mean, after the way Ali got smashed, we're not going to get any in this town otherwise. Usually, there's plenty of girls that fall for the big, strong fighter - and his brothers - but around here all they're going to do is laugh." Finally, Ali spoke again. "Look, I've made my decision, bro... you don't have to participate if you don't want to." The last part was said in a teasing voice, and with an oath the speaker answered. "All right, all right! Yeah, I'd like to get into her pants too, but I'm supposed to be the cautious one, remember? That girl is dangerous. We gotta get this done quick, and kill her before there's the least chance she can move."

A shadow fell over her face, and she was starring right up into the face she'd smashed earlier. It had gotten patched up nicely, but his wide grin sported several holes. Noticing her look, he spat down at her, hitting her in the eye. "You like the look of your handywork, bitch?" He said, crouching down next to her. "Yeah, the healer fixed most of it, but he couldn't stick the teeth back in. Ah well, if somebody notices, I can always entertain them with stories about what I did to the white cunt who took them out." His large hand groped lustily at her tits through the armor, making her wince in pain. With a quick pull, he lowered her breastplate enough for the boobs to spring free, and stared in surprise. Then, he roared with laughter. "Would you take a look at this, guys! She's a real bitch, all right... those rings aren't set on the armor, they're set in her nibbles." She heard the laughter of several men behind him, but couldn't see them.

She felt several hands groping at her legs, removing her sandals and leg protectors. Finally, she felt her butt getting lifted off the hay, and her panties were slid off, revealing her hairless pussy to the hungry eyes of the men. Once again, they whooped with laughter. "Hey, she's shaved too! Bet she's a real whore, making money the hard way when funds are low, huh? And I bet she enjoys it, too... gotta be a real over-sexed bitch to go around in public with her nibbles showing." A pair of rough fingers squeezed their way painfully into her dry pussy. Her eyes darted around, seeking an escape route, and finding none. Ali saw the rapid eye movement, and misinterpreted it. "Trying to find out how many big brothers I got, huh? Or are you just wondering how much black cock you're gonna get stuffed into your holes today? Hey, brothers, come up here, the whore would like to see her clients for the night.

There was a shuffling of feet, and suddenly she was surrounded on all sides by huge, well-muscled black men. Most of them wore nothing but a pair of shorts, and those bulged out dangerously on the front. There was at least ten, counting Ali and the speaker, who was the smallest of the bunch. "Yeah, we're a big family..." Ali said, rubbing the front of his own shorts. Their intentions were painfully clear, and she was helpless to stop them. Closing her eyes, she forced herself to stop focusing on the unavoidable, and concentrate on how to survive. The fact that, should the men actually kill her, Blake would tear the city to shreds looking for her when he woke up, wasn't much consolation. There had to be a way out. Yes... they had obviously given her a paralyzing potion, and they had some kind of idea of when it would wear off. Her altered body chemistry would burn through it much faster than that, though, but if she tried to fight them all as soon as she was able to move, they'd kill her. She had to pretend to be paralyzed for as long as possible, ensuring that she was completely recovered when she fought them. Having made her decision, she stopped trying to fight against the paralysis, and just relaxed. They'd rape her, but they'd pay the price when she recovered.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw that the men were stripping, pulling off their shorts to reveal a bunch of big, black cocks. She'd heard rumors that black people generally were better equipped than others, but she'd never paid it much heed, other than as a subject of naughty giggles when she gossiped with the other girls, a lifetime ago... or was it really just two days? Anyway, it seemed that that particular prejudice held out in the case of these men. Even the speaker, who was several inches shorter than his brothers, and not nearly as muscular, sported a foot-long erection. The men were all rubbing their cocks while looking at her breasts and exposed pussy. Ali was the most impressive of them all with nearly 1½ foot of cock, all of it as thick around as a gin bottle. One of the other men grinned, and spoke. "Say, she's only got three holes, and there's ten of us... we'll have to take turns." Ali nodded. "Sure, and as the eldest, I'm on the first shift AND I get my pick of holes." The other guy shrugged. "Whatever... which one do you want?" The huge fighter pumped his cock hard, while his eyes shone. "The ass!"

The first guy laughed out loud. "You really are mad at her, huh? You'll tear her apart with that log of yours... but hey, we'll have to find a position that allows us to screw her in both holes at once." Ali shrugged. "Easy. You get on top of her, and roll over." The black man nodded, and grinned down at her. "Well, it looks like I'll be the first one to sample your tight little cunt. It'll probably hurt some. But don't worry, by the time we're done with you, you'll be well and truly stretched." He lay down on op of her, forcing the breath from her lungs, and fumbled with his large cock. He rubbed the cockhead over her bare pussy mound for a bit, before slowly pressing it inside. As soon as the head went in, he grinned nastily down at her, and thrust down hard with his muscular haunches. The big rod slid all the way into her in one thrust, the head battering her cervix. The pain took her by surprise. She'd forgotten that the elastic properties of her holes not only insured that she could take dragoncock with ease, but also that she remained tight for the next fuck no matter how many times she got stretched. And it was equally painful every time. When Blake stretched her, the pain was mixed with a feeling of rightness, the feeling that even though it hurt, it was okay because it was meant to be. There was none of that this time. It was simply rape, her body being exploited by men for the sake of their own pleasure.

The man humped against her a few times, trying to get the final inches of his cock inside, but the tight mouth to her cervix denied him entry. He covered her lips with a sloppy kiss, sticking his tongue into her mouth and running it over her teeth. She felt their saliva mix, and was disgusted by the fact that the first kiss she got from a human being came from a sweaty, black rapist. She locked her eyes on his, and promised him death with a look. He lifted his face, and disdainfully spat at her eyes, forcing her to close them. "You know..." she heard him say "those eyes really freak me out. I wonder where she had 'em fixed up like that." Ali laughed above. "She probably screwed some skinny young mage to have him fix them for her... now, turn over, bro, and let me get into her ass."

Her rapist complied, rolling over so that she was on top. Her arms and legs dangled uselessly around his body as she sank down on his cock with all her weight. She felt a jab of pain as his cockhead finally made it into her womb, and would have grimaced if her facial muscle weren't numbed. The man moaned at the feeling of having the mouth of her cervix squeezing his shaft right beneath the crown. "Oh yeah, baby, you're such a good lay... I can feel you've done this many times before." His hands closed around her meaty asscheeks, and began to pull her up and down on his cock. "Hey, hold her still so I can get inside!" she heard Ali growl, and then felt a glob of spittle land square on her asshole as the man beneath her stopped moving. She clenched her teeth as she felt his blunt cockhead push up against her tiny asshole. Ali put his hands on her shoulder, and with a roar, speared forwards with all his copious strength. In a single thrust, he widened her asshole and penetrated deeply into her ass. It hurt like hell, but as she tried to scream, she found that her throat was as numb as the rest of her. It only became a low moan. "Hey, listen to that bitch moan!" one of the men said, standing over her, slowly jacking his cock. "Sounds like she's really getting into it!"

Then, with a grin, he kneeled down and slapped her face with his hard cock. Her mouth was hanging open, due to her position and her paralyzed facial muscle, and he wasted no time forcing his cockhead in between her lips, past her teeth. His cock tasted of salty sweat, and faint traces of old cum indicated that his personal hygiene left a lot to be desired. He grinned down at her while forcing his cock down her unresisting throat with four quick jabs, ending with her nose buried in his crotch hair. Although she couldn't consciously move a muscle, her gag reflex ensured that her throat contracted rhythmically around the intruding member, bringing him great pleasure. He threw back his head, and moaned. "Wow, I just love the feeling of her white bitch throat squeezing my cock... she's an experienced cocksucker, this one. I bet if she could move her tongue, she'd be licking me all over! Yeah, that's what she'd do, whore that she is. You just love to have all your holes filled with black poles, huh?"

She hardly noticed his abusive comments. The pain that emanated from her ass was too great for her to think of anything else. Ali had gotten into a rhythm with his brother, so that they both fucked into her at the same time, generating more pain than an alternating rhythm would have done, because it forced her battered holes to accommodate two huge cocks at once. Ali was - unsurprisingly - being particularly violent, jabbing into her with bone-crushing blows, hammering her ass with all his strength. Her buns stung from the impact with his pelvis, and her sphincter was on fire from the friction. A bit of saliva wasn't much lubrication, especially not considering the girth of his cock. He was still going at it with gusto, when the man beneath her stopped moving, and shot his load into her womb. His wad was impressive, filling out her already crowded birth canal and womb quickly. Sperm spurted from her pussy, coating both of their pelvises. The man beneath her laughed loudly in her face. "Hah! Take my black jism, bitch! Bet it knocked you up, cunt, with a big black baby! You'd like that, huh? Getting a big belly from me, huh? Too bad, cunt, 'cause you're not going to live that long!" Anitra grinned a bit inside at that. The sperm was flowing out of her pussy. When Blake came inside her, it was accepted by her body, disappearing entirely. The black man could rape her, but he couldn't impregnate her.

He stayed beneath her, his cock still hard inside her cum-packed pussy, while Ali worked himself up to a feverish pitch. He slammed her faster and faster, driving into her aching asshole with all his strength, filling the stable with the sound of meat hitting meat. Finally, he released a roar of bestial lust, and buried his entire length inside her. He held it there while he spurted jet after jet of cum into her shitchute, parting her asscheeks with his hand to get another half inch inside. Finally, breathing heavily now, he pulled out. Cum squirted from the hole as it stayed open, and dripped down on the floor. The removal of the pain in her ass suddenly made her aware of the man who was still thrusting away merrily at her face, fucking his fat tool into her throat.

He was using long thrusts, his cockhead grinding over her tonsils every time, causing her to gag and choke. Her nose was repeatedly mashed up against his groin, and he throat ached from the abuse. It came as a relief when he finally moaned and threw his head back as he climaxed. Jet after jet of sperm shot out his cock, directly into her throat and stomach. But he wasn't satisfied with that. He pulled out his still spurting cock, first covering her face in sticky jism, and then placing it in her open mouth, filling it to overflowing and forcing her to taste the viscous stuff. Finally, to make her humiliation complete, her gripped her nose with two fingers, closing it. Her body, bereaved of conscious control, acted on instinct and attempted to breath through her mouth, only to find that blocked too. Her throat acted reflexively, clearing her mouth by swallowing the contents. The foul sperm slid down her tongue, into her gullet, and all the way down into her stomach.

The men were laughing around her, while the man below her pushed her off to get up. "Okay, who's next?" He asked, grinning. One of the others stepped forwards, and she recognized him as the barman who had poisoned her. His grin was evil. "I'd like a shot at her ass... you see, in my line of work, you get a lot to drink, and you need to get rid of it again. It wouldn't do to soil this fine stable, so I though I'd just soil this dirty bitch." The others hooted, cheering at the idea. Ali slapped the man on the shoulder, grinning. "Way to go, bro! Go right ahead, humiliate this bitch for all she's worth... which isn't much, since she's just a cheap hooker!" The barman got down on his knees between her legs. She was lying on her back in the hay now, after being unceremoniously tipped off her first rapist, and he didn't seem inclined to change her position.

He lifted her numb feet to his shoulders, elevating her ass to the perfect height, and nudged at her asshole with his cockhead. Rather than thrusting forwards, though, he gripped her midsection and pulled her onto his cock. Ali's jism squirted out around it as it forced its way into the already cum-packed orifice. It was easier than the first time, since the slippery cum worked as a lubricant, but once again her elastic properties worked against her, ensuring that the barman's cock stretched her painfully, even though Ali's slightly larger cock had only just vacated the hole. He kept pulling her into his prick, impaling her like a butterfly, until their crotches met. He grinned down at her, flexing his pelvis to deliver a short, painful jab. "Here it comes, bitch! You ain't nothing but a toilet for us black brothers now, you hear? I'm gonna inflate your belly, slut, and I don't mean with a baby."

She could feel his spray of piss hit her sensitive insides, concentrated as it was by the erect state of his cock. It made her feel sick. The warmth it brought with it spread out from his spraying cockhead, running deeper into her due to the position they were in. The thought of it reaching her stomach made her feel nauseous. Then, her attention was brought elsewhere as a drop of sperm landed on her cheek. She looked up, and saw Ali standing over her, his huge cock semi-erect, and dripping with cum from his violation of her ass. He crouched down in front of her, slapping her face with his slimy cock, before gripping her nose. Once again, her body's instinctive need to breathe took effect, forcing her mouth open. He instantly stuffed his huge cockhead into her mouth, straining her jaw. "Huh! Eat it, bitch! Taste it! It just came out of your own ass, remember? You're a real slut, you know, sucking on a shitty shaft like this while your asshole's being used as a toilet."

Ali seemed to be deriving as much pleasure from the humiliation of it, as from the actual sex. His cock gradually hardened, filling her throat and nearly choking her. Her nostrils flared, trying to supply her with the necessary oxygen. As Ali reached full penetration, the position placed her nose right in front of his asshole, and the smell was disgusting. Her throat contracted as she retched, but all that resulted from that was further massaging the meatwhistle that filled her mouth. The signals her tongue was sending wasn't pleasant either. Inch after inch of dirty cock ground over it, covering it in jism and ass-mucus. And all the while, she felt her innards being slowly filled with warm piss.

Ali thrusted his cock into her face a few times, as violently as he could. Then, holding it inside her throat, he grinned down at her and released his bladder. Hot piss poured down her throat, making her throat contract desperately in a futile attempt to throw up. Ali laughed loudly, an insane edge audible in it. "Drink it all down, bitch! You're nothing but a urinal, nothing more, not even worth fucking! Bet you never tried piss-glugging before, whore... none of your other comers saw you for what you were, did they?" Anitra closed her eyes as he spat at them. He was wrong, she remembered. She'd drunk piss before, voluntarily even. But that had been very different. Although she hadn't enjoyed the taste, she had derived a strange sort of pleasure from it, because she'd known that she gave pleasure to her beloved Blake. This time, however, she derived nothing from it but a fierce nausea.

The barman had emptied his bladder completely, and now he wanted to blow his load as well. Grinning evilly, he leaned forwards over her, covering her completely with his black bulk, and reached down under her chest. There, his thick fingers found the dragonrings that pierced both of her nibbles, and began tweaking them. He twisted, pulled, and twisted again. Every movement send shivers of pain through her, creating muscular contractions everywhere in her body, asshole included. Then, he simply took a good grip, and started riding her ass hard, using the rings for leverage. He practically pulled her into each of his thrusts by the rings, creating simultaneous waves of pleasure in her nibbles and ass. The only think that saved her from going mad with pain was the fact that he already had been immensely turned on by having filled her with his piss. He came less than five minutes later, mixing his sperm with the piss that already filled her gullet. She could feel how her asshole contracted rapidly after he pulled out, keeping his disgusting piss inside. Yet, she savored the feeling, because it also meant that he'd ceased his merciless torturing of her tits.

Ali didn't even try to cum. After he'd finished using her mouth as a toilet, he slammed her face a few more times with his pelvis, and pulled out. Getting up, he waved at the other men, who were still leaning on the walls of the stall, waiting for their turn. "Okay, brothers, she's all yours." One of them reacted faster than the rest, getting down on top of her and thrusting into her already well-used cunt.

One of the others protested. "Hey, you can't hog all of her for yourself! At least turn over so I an enter her from behind." The man on top of her shrugged and complied, pulling her back in the position they'd used for the first rape. The other one got down behind her, and nudged her asshole with his cockhead. Then, he paused. "You know, I'm not really sure I wanna go in there... fucking a toilet isn't my idea of having fun." The man beneath her just grunted, thrusting into her evertight pussy from below. But Ali crouched down next to the guy, patting his back. "You know, brother, I absolutely agree. Why waste your cock there, when you can have her pussy?" he shrugged. "Well, sure, Ali, but then I'll have to wait..." the prizefighter shook his head. "Says who? A slut like her should be able to take more than one cock per hole."

Ali grinned evilly, showing off his missing teeth, while the other man nodded eagerly. "Yeah, Ali, that's a good idea! I always like them tight as a virgin anyway..." Turning his attention back to her crotch, he guided his cockhead towards her already overstuffed pussy. "Hey, lie still for a second, bro!" he growled "It'll make it better for you too." Reluctantly, the man beneath her stopped thrusting, allowing his brother to begin forcing his cock up next to the one that was already there. Her elastic pussy stretched, sending jolts of pain through her, but the men couldn't have cared less. The one behind her grunted in surprise as his cockhead actually managed to pop inside, and groaned at the supertight feeling of her double-penetrated pussy. He then began to force his shaft inside too, widening her birth canal inch by inch. As he attained full penetration - as full as the position allowed, anyway - he nodded to his brother, and they began to thrust in unison. Well, actually, they began to pull her on to and off of their cocks rhythmically, rather than attempt to move themselves.

Anitra was clenching her teeth, barely managing to keep from screaming. She could feel a prickling sensation in her throat, which told her that the paralysis was starting to wear off. But if she screamed, they'd know that she was recovering, and kill her immediately, so she had to pretend that she was still dumb. Keeping her teeth clenched, however, soon ceased to be an option, as a pair of black fingers closed around her nose again. She let her mouth drop open, as if it was completely reflexive, and was immediately rewarded with a bloated cockhead on her tongue. The owner released her nose as soon as he had his tip inside, and gripped her head instead. Then, a quick thrust sent it all the way down her throat again. It hurt more and more for each time, she noticed. Probably because the sensitive tissue of her throat and mouth was being worn thin. He was just starting to fuck her mouth, when another man appeared next to him and gave him a push. "Hey, move to the side a bit and make room for me, will ya?" he asked, edging up to his black brother.

The other one shrugged. "Sure, but watcha gonna do? Fuck her nose?" The first one laughed out loud. "There's an idea! But no, I was just figuring, if she's a big enough slut to take two big cocks up her cunt, why not also take two down her throat?" At that, he used a finger to pull out the side of her mouth, and forced his cockhead into the hole that resulted. Her chins bulged out as her mouth was stuffed full, and her throat also became visibly dissented as he began to push his cock down next to his brother's. Her gag reflex went berserk at that additional violation, milking the two throbbing shafts. She choked, hardly able to breathe, and tears ran from her eyes. The only reason she was able to get air at all was the purely physical side of the exercise: The width of their hips simply made it impossible for them to get close enough to her face to reach full penetration. Realizing that, they alternated their strokes so that the one who thrust in got nearly all the way in, while the other moved out of the way.

Pussy and mouth widely stretched and mercilessly pummeled, Anitra was in a world of pain. It was her fortune, that the extreme tightness that the dual penetrations generated, brought the men off in a hurry. It was hardly more than ten minutes later when the two black men who were fucking her cunt, moaned in unison as their cocks throbbed against each other. They pulled her as far down their shafts as the position allowed, and blasted her bruised and battered womb with a double load of cum. It oozed out between their cocks almost as fast as they shot it, soaking their crotch hair, and turning the hay between her legs into a sticky mess. Soon after, the two at her head duplicated the display by brutally pulling her head so far forwards that their wide cocks would have rupture her cheeks if she'd been an ordinary human being. Some of their cum bubbled out of her gagging mouth, covering her chin, but most of it continued into her already overstuffed belly.

Once again, she was thrown aside like a spent whore as the man beneath her rose to join his brothers. Staring dumbly up at her tormentors, she calculated that she'd been raped by eight different men so far. Which meant that there still was two who hadn't had their way with her. Sure enough, Ali turned towards a pair of completely identical men, probably twins, who each sported a cock which was bigger than most of the others. Only Ali himself rivaled them in terms of girth and length. "So, brothers..." he said to them. "You're the only ones who haven't gotten down and dirty with her at least once. She's all your now." They nodded in unison. "That's good, Ali..." one of them started, only to have his brother finish his sentence. "...'cause there's something we'd like to try..." The first one finished the sentence. "...and there won't be room for any others while we do it." Ali lifted an eyebrow. "Go right ahead, boys... you've always been pretty imaginative. Let's see what you've though up this time."

The twins nodded at Ali, and then at each other. Then, they walked over to pick her up. They lifted her from the sides, each of them having one hand under a knee, and the other under an armpit. As they got her into the air, they moved closer together, draping her paralyzed arms over their shoulders. Her legs were pulled apart, exposing her completely. Then she felt something poking at her ass, and realized what was going on. "You see, we..." one of the twins started, only to have the other continue. "...don't mind screwing a toilet-hole, and..." "...we'd like to see if she can take two cocks up..." "...her ass as easily as in the other holes. She should..." "...if she's as much of a slut as she looks like." Below her, out of sight, their cocks were squeezed closely together right under her asshole. Her position conspired with gravity to ensure that her asscheeks were pulled apart by her own weight, stretching her sphincter. The brothers were inventive, indeed... what they tried to do would have been nearly impossible in any other position.

As they lowered her down on their double-tool, she felt her dirtchute opening slowly. It was still a mess of cum from her earlier rapes, and as the hole opened some more, piss began to run from it, wetting down the waiting cocks. But just as she thought that the slow descend would accomplish the purpose of the twins, they apparently lost their patience. Without warning, they practically dropped her, letting her weight drive her down on their cocks. Her sensitive nether hole was immediately stretched shockingly, and her fall continued, their huge shafts widening her entire ass much more than even Ali had done. Her fall wasn't stopped before her buns rested on their hips, as deep a penetration as the position allowed. The pain rocketed through her, and she found that she suddenly had to dedicate all her concentration to remaining still. Her entire body felt prickly, and the numbness was passing, but she still had to hold out for a while before her powers were fully recovered.

The twins started lifting her up and pulling her down, as fast and hard as their bulging arms allowed. The other men closed in around them, cheering and yelling obscenities at her, while jacking off. Ali, however, wasn't satisfied with merely watching, and moved in as close as he could, reaching out to grip her nibble rings. Looking at her with insanity in his eyes, he pulled on them, turning her gently rounded boobs into cone-shapes. Redoubled pain shot through her, made worse by the fact that her nibbles still were sore from the rough treatment she'd received from the barman earlier. As she concentrated fiercely on not moving a muscle, she smiled inwards, remembering her mother's hair-raising tales about the training she'd gone through to learn how to endure pain. Well, she was learning that right now... every cloud has a silver lining.

When Ali finally released her, it was only to resume jacking off. He nodded at the other men, suddenly a spurt of cum hit her breasts. The men were cumming, and aiming it all for her. There was eight of them, and despite all having climaxed a bit earlier, they each sprayed an impressive load on her, covering her face, hair, breast and crotch in their slime. Only her chest, still covered in her armor, wasn't affected. The cum that hit the breastplate flowed down the slippery scales, leaving it as clean and shiny as before. Not much of a consolation, though, since that merely meant that it flowed down to her cunt. Finally, the twins came too, blasting their loads up her asshole. It dribbled out again, though, as they lifted her off, mixing with the puddle of piss that had already run out of her.

They dropped her right on top of the mess, of course. The ten men looked down at her with mixed disgust and lust in their eyes, and she could easily imagine what they saw. A cum-covered slut, lying in a puddle of cum and piss that had run out of her own asshole a bit earlier. The speaker from the marketplace was the first to break the silence. "So, now that we've all gotten our rocks off, let's get rid of her, okay?" Ali looked speculative for a seconds, and then grinningly shook his head. "No, bro... I've been thinking about something, you see. I think this white whore is an even bigger slut than we thought. She just took both of the twins up her ass, and that's something, huh? I think she's a centaur bitch!" One of the others wolf whistled. "Wow, you got a point there, you know. Yeah, I bet that's it. She probable let herself get captured by them. Maybe she's even given birth to some centaur foals! Yeah, we've got ourselves a real filly here, no wonder she could take two in each hole so easily. Bet even the twins aren't much for a slut who's gotten assfucked by a centaur, and enjoyed it."

Ali nodded. "You know, since we're gonna kill her soon, I think it would only be fitting that we gave her a last request... but since she can't speak, I guess we'll just have to try and guess what she'd request. And I'm sure that, if she could speak, she'd beg us to give her a chance to get screwed by a huge, equine cock for the last time." There was widespread cheering, and roars of agreement. Only now did Anitra begin to notice the background sound she'd been filtering out since she awoke: The whinnying of horses, all around her. It was a horse stable. One of the men walked into a stall, and pulled out a horse by the halter. It was huge, fully in proportion with the men, and just as black as them. Ali went over to it, stroking its flank and calming it. "This is Balrog, my horse." He explained. "He used to be a draft horse before I bought him. We fit together, him and I. Both of us are big, strong, black, and very well equipped." The horse suddenly snapped at him, but he quickly pulled back his hand and hit it on the head. "He's also pretty violent. The horse-breeder I bought him from said that he'd tried to put him out to stud, but after two mares had gotten their birth canal torn apart, he'd given up."

One of the twins that had just raped her suddenly laughed. "Hey, Ali! I just figured something out... he'll kill her for sure, and it'll be a lot more painful than slitting her throat, too. Then we just leave her, and when she's found, everybody will think that she was some perverted whore who bit off more than she could chew." Ali's eyes widened at the suggestion, and he instantly agreed. Working together, the men quickly build a stair-like formation from several bales of hay, right up against a low fence. They then picked her up, and draped her over the top of it, with her boobs hanging down over the fence. Then, the horse was brought over. It was wild, its nostrils flaring as it took in the smell of sex that hung thick in the air. Every breath it took filled its lungs with pheromone-laden air. His cock was completely erect, batting rhythmically against his muscular belly. It was also huge, even by horse standards. The men took a cruel delight in parading the horse in front of her face before leading it over behind her, making sure that she got a good look at his huge tool. But even as her eyes were filled with horror at the though of the pain it would cause, she reminded herself that even that huge cock was dwarfed by Blake's. She could take it.

Once behind her, the horse acted on instinct, jumping up on her. His forelegs landed on the bales beside her head, and she felt his cock hitting her buns and thighs, searching for her pussy. "Hey!" the barman suddenly cried. "Hold him for a sec, I've got an idea." The twins were the fastest, gripping Balrog's halter, holding him in place. The barman scurried out of sight, and returned with two lengths of rope. Walking in front of her, he crouched and tied one end of each rope to her nibble rings. He smiled cruelly at her as he tightened the knots, and tugged at them to make sure they were solid. Then, he ran the ropes under the bottom of the fence. "Okay." He said. "Now, let him get his head inside." The twins, apparently the brightest of the bunch, nodded in understanding. One of them kept a hold of the horse, while the other went down to the hindquarters and gripped the throbbing tool to guide it in. He stopped briefly, and turned to face his brothers. "Which hole?" he asked.

Ali made a big show of thinking it over carefully. Then, he smiled and spoke. "Well, since she's the biggest slut in the world, I'm sure she loves nothing more than a serious shitchute banging from a huge horsecock. I'd just bet she used to beg the centaurs to rape he in the ass all the time. And since this is her last request, I think we should give her what she really wants." The black men all nodded in unison, and the twin guided the throbbing cockhead towards her ass. It was still slightly open from their double-fuck, and covered in sperm. He pushed the head against the hole, forcing it slowly open, but the mattes was taken out of his hands as the horse snorted and flexed his haunches, driving the cockhead into her along with two inches of shaft. He would have continued, forcing the rest up into her immediately, if it hadn't been for the man holding on to his head. The barman began to walk towards the ropes on the ground, but Ali stopped him. "No, wait... let him get a bit further inside before you attach the ropes..." he said, an insane smile on his lips. Sweat ran from his brow, and his eyes were bulging.

The barman shrugged and stepped back again. The twins - both of whom were now holding on to the halter of the rambunctious stallion - relaxed their grip and let him thrust forwards. He thrust with the mindless violence of an animal, seeking to bury his entire cock inside of her, determined to let nothing stop him. Then, he would blast his seed into her, and loose all interest in her. It wasn't cruelty, it was simply nature. The horse was obviously furious at having his thrusts limited, and tried again and again to shake his head free of the twins' hands. When he'd gotten three inches inside, the twins stopped and looked back at Ali, who shook his head. They let him proceed another two inches, and stopped again. "Look, Ali..." one of them said. "If we go any further, he'll tear those rings right off her at first thrusts, and that's not nearly as much fun..." grudgingly agreeing, Ali motioned the barman forwards, and he eagerly complied. While two of the other men held the horse's hind legs, the barman picked up the ropes and bound them to the legs, making sure that they were, if not taut, then at least tight. Then, they all stepped back, as the horse flexed his legs in annoyance.

His attempts at shaking off the ropes pulled at her nibbles painfully. She could see the ropes, going from her tender breasts to the bottom of the fence. She could see them going taut, and a split second later pain exploded through her body. If the twins had not chosen that moment to let go of the horse and step back, he'd most likely have pulled the rings out of her nibbles after all. As it was, the horny stallion quickly decided that it was much more important to screw the mare beneath him, than to worry about some stupid rope. Neighing loudly, he thrust forwards as far as he could. In one thrust, he buried nearly a foot of thick horsecock up her ass, and there was still nearly another foot outside. He danced forwards on his hind legs, changing his footing to get closer. His haunches simply weren't flexible enough for him to push his entire, immense length inside without changing position. His strange leg movements - which had the men roaring with laughter - flexed the ropes on occasion, sending repeated flashes of agony through her mind.

Minutes later, the horse found a new position, with his hind legs hardly more than half a foot from her ass. Anitra clenched her teeth, knowing what would come next. With terrible strength, the war-stallion forced every thick inch of hot, throbbing cock at his disposal into her already stretched asshole. Shaking his head fiercely, the horse rolled his eyes, snorted and whinnied. He was in seventh heaven, finally able to bury his cock inside a tight mare, after several years without a single piece of ass. And this time, his instincts told him, the humans wouldn't interrupt him no matter how hard he screwed her. With that thought firmly set in his foggy mind, Balrog danced back a bit, exactly as far as his flexible hindquarters would let him go without pulling out. Then, he pulled back as far as he could go. As he did, the ropes went taut, and Anitra's smarting nibbles were pulled away from her body with all the strength of the huge draft horse.

Pain exploded though her mind. She was drowning in a sea of agony. Wave upon wave washed over her head. There was the familiar, but nonetheless terrible, pain of her insides being rearranged by a huge cock. But what nearly drove her out of her mind was the sharp, tearing pain that emanated from her nibbles. Though tear-blurred eyes, she saw her breasts deform into cones, but unlike it had been with Ali, Balrog didn't stop there. The rings were pulled further out, allowing her to actually see the holes they were set in, as those were stretched. It came to the point where even the flexible flesh of her breasts were sure to tear... and then the ropes went lax again, and her breasts bounced back to their familiar shape. At the same time, the stretching pain from her anus redoubled as the stallion plowed her cock into her. His thrusts were nearly 1½ foot in length, and every one of them ended with his muscular haunches pounding her buns, making them jiggle.

The pain seemed to grow constantly. Every time one type of pain was lessened, the other grew, giving her no relief. It became worse as the horse speeded up his thrusts, grinding his cock in and out with such speed that it was but a blur to the hungry eyes of the watching men. Her brain was swept clear of everything but pain, and it was her fortune that the severity of her torment robbed her of breath, or she would have screamed in agony, revealing her recovery to the men. But once again, she was saved by the bell. The horse cared nothing of her pain or pleasure, and was bent solely on shooting his wad into what he thought to be a fertile womb. His rapid fuck had the simple purpose of bringing himself to a climax as quickly as possible. And so it did. With a final neigh, he pushed into her all the way and held himself there while blasting his cum directly into her stomach. The thickness of his cock prevented the sperm from escaping backwards, and gradually her stomach expanded under the pressure of his spurting cock.

Finally done, Balrog relaxed on top of the mare, just the way he used to like. Usually, those stupid mares would run out from under him as soon as he released their throats from between his teeth. But this one had been pleasantly compliant, and didn't seem inclined to run off. Below him, Anitra felt the fog rising from her mind. Her situation was problematic. Her nibbles were still attached to the horse's legs, and when he decided to get off her, he'd probably tear out the rings. At the moment, he was resting on top of her, pushing her down into the hay with his weight, which was particularly uncomfortable to her inflated belly. Then, suddenly, she felt a rush of power.

Her belly shrank, as her stomach worked rapidly at turning the sperm into energy. Her eyes opened wide. It wasn't only dragonseed she could process into power - it was any kind of sperm. True, it didn't give her the same rushing, fiery feeling that Blake usually gave her, but rather a feeling of immense, physical strength. Could it be that the powers derived from a sperm-load depended on the nature of the creature that had shot it? Regardless, it gave her a chance to escape. "Holy shit, she's still alive!" She heard a voice say. She looked up and saw that one of the men had come around from the side where they'd been watching, to make sure she was dead. Deliberately, she lifted her head and smiled at him. Then, she reached down with her arms and gripped one of the ropes. With the horse buried all the way inside of her, they were lax enough for her to get a good grip, and tear it apart. She repeated the performance on the other rope, and not a second too soon. The men were yelling at each other, spooking the horse, and making him decide that it was about time he got out of the way. He leaped backwards, pulling his now flaccid cock out of her, and trotted away.

As soon as his bulk was removed from her back, Anitra leaped into action. She jumped to her feet, delighted to feel that every trace of the poison had been burned from her veins. She felt as good as ever, better actually. She was high, high on horse sperm. Her keen eyes searched through the room, not wasting their time lingering on the dumbstruck men, and finally located what she was searching for, in the corner of the stable. Her saddlebags, torn open, their contents scattered on the stamped earth floor. And next to them, her sword, leaned against the wall. They hadn't been able to remove the scabbard from her back, so they'd just pulled out the sword. One of the men was standing between her and the sword. Too bad for him. It was the one that had just cried out that she was alive. Did he realize what that meant? Probably not. Not yet. But soon.

She rushed across the floor, as fast as a charging warhorse, right at the open-mouthed man. She didn't slow down, or even punch. She simply ran right up his chest, making him stagger backwards. She jumped from his shoulder, turning in the air to deliver a kick to the back of his head as he stumbled backwards. She heard his neck snap, and then he fell to the ground without a sound. She completed a full rotation in the air, landed in a dead run, and continued towards the sword. Behind her, she heard Ali screaming orders. Soon, he would be screaming in pain. Something whizzed by her ear like an angry wasp. Her eyes tracked it through the air, and identified it as a crossbow bolt. Somebody cursed behind her. Then, she felt something hit her back, hard, causing her to stumble to the ground. A cheer went up behind her, only to be silenced as she leaped back to her feet and ran the final meters to the sword. So, they had crossbows... but even the sharpest bolts couldn't penetrate her dragonscale armor.

The second her hand closed around the hilt of the sword, she felt herself calm down. There was no reason to rush. She was a dragonrider, and they were merely a bunch of common thugs, regardless of what weapons they wielded. They were already dead. She just needed to convince them. Calmly, she turned to face the 10 black men that had brutally raped her while she was helpless. She held her sword in parade with one hand, while pulling her armor - which Ali had pulled down to get easy access to her breasts - into place with the other. The men, she saw, had scampered over to where they'd left their clothes and weapons. Some of them were trying to pull on leather armor - an exercise in futility - while some of the others had taken up weapons. It was the speaker who was standing with the crossbow, aiming it at her. This time, he aimed at her unprotected face before letting the bolt fly. His face fell when she disdainfully knocked it from the air with her sword. He then quickly handed it over to one of his more muscular brothers, who started reloading it. Meanwhile, some of the other formed a defensive line in front of him.

It would all have looked very impressive, if it hadn't been for the fact that not a single one of them wore a pair of pants. At best, they had covered their torso in thick leather armor, which she knew her sword would cut through like a knife through butter. She didn't rush towards them, though. She walked, calmly, menacingly. Another bolt flew, and was swatted from the air. The reloader was panicking now, fumbling with the crossbow, dropping it on his toes. But the other seven brothers - the last one was still lying on the floor, his head turned in an impossible angle - still stood steadfast, with Ali in the middle, weapons at ready. Good. They wouldn't try to run. Ali, she saw, was totally insane now. He was actually foaming in the mouth, and his eyes were wild. As the only one among the brothers, he wasn't wielding a weapon. Instead, he'd balled his hands so tightly into fists, that his knuckles were turning white.

Her calm approach was shaking them, that was clear. When she was two meters from the defense line, the speaker brought up his crossbow again and fired at her. The time it took for the bolt to travel the distance between them was less than half a second, but she nonetheless managed to block it with her blade. Seeing this, one of the defenders lost his nerve and lunged at her. She dodged the wild stab easily, and gripped his wrist with her free hand, pulling him further forwards. He lost his balance, and fell into her sword with his entire weight. The other defenders recoiled visibly as a foot of the midnight-black blade emerged from between his shoulder blades. Sending them a chilly smile, she kicked the dead body off the blade, and brought up her blade again.

Wasting no more time, she leaped in amongst them, pushing the nearest ones aside with her inhuman strength. Her sword swung too fast for the eye to follow, and reached its first target in the speaker, who had just brought up his crossbow for a close-range shot. He had thought himself safely out of her reach, but the long blade reached far enough to slide easily across his throat. It was no deep cut, only just deep enough to sever his jugular. With eyes that threatened to pop from his head, he fell back with blood spurting from his throat, trying to still the flow with his hand. It would take him a few minutes to die from blood loss, she judged, but he'd be incapable of fighting.

Then, the defenders who had recoiled before her surprising attack rushed at her. One swung at her throat, only to have his sword blocked with crushing strength. Another tried to backstab her at the same time, but she was too quick, whirling around and delivering a swift kick to his unprotected groin, while stabbing backwards with her sword to kill the still shaken attacker. Then, as the would-be backstabber fell to his knees, clutching his balls, she severed his head with a single swing. She blocked two swings from others, dodged a stab, and punched one of her attackers in the stomach, sending him wheezing to the ground.

When she turned to face the next attacker, she recognized him as the barman. He was skilled with a blade, feinting towards her right, then bringing his blade around in a lighting swing to her left. But she was too fast, dodging low, rolling under the blade. Then, as she leaped back to her feet she brought her blade up, eliciting a scream of agony from her opponent, as he dropped his sword to cup his hands over his bleeding crotch. A hunk of bloody meat dropped to the ground beneath his legs, and his eyes starred at it in disbelief. Then, she brought her sword around swiftly, removing his other head.

Suddenly, two swords swung at her in perfect unison. She blocked one of them, but was unable to reach the other. It clattered against her armored flank, not biting through, but she felt the force of the blow. She jumped back, eyeing her opponents. It was the twins, marching towards her in step, identical swords in hands. They circled towards her sides, attempting to duplicate their earlier two-sided attack, but she wasn't about to let them. She jumped in between them, turning in midair to avoid the stabs they both performed when she came close. As she fell, she gripped the wrist of one of them, pulling him forwards and downwards with her. He stumbled, and fell into his brother's sword.

She kicked up from the ground, hitting the hand of the surviving twin just as the weight of the body began to pull on the blade. The sword slid from his grasp, following his dead twin down. A second later, she rose with her sword in front of her, bringing it up under his chin with such force, that it continued up through his skull. As she pulled the blade back, he fell to the ground to join his twin on the road to hell. A metallic sound made her turn rapidly. It was the man who'd worked as a loader for the crossbow-wielding speaker, the one she'd punched to the ground earlier. He had pulled a throwing dagger from a belt on the ground, and now hurled it at her. She blocked it with a bracer, causing it to spin wildly upwards. As it descended, she plucked it out of the air, and returned it with much greater speed and strength than he had possessed. It hit him in the throat, going in to the hilt. He felt gurgling to the ground, drowning in his own blood.

Finally, she turned to face Ali... he stood amongst the bodies of his brothers, fists shaking, eyes bulging, mouth foaming. Then, with an unintelligible roar, he charged at her, swinging his fists in the air before he was even within reach. She looked at him coldly as he rushed. She would not show him the honor of fighting him. She would merely kill him. Swift as the wind, she ducked beneath his wildly punching fists, and then came up under his chest with the sword in hand. The black blade went neatly in between the fourth and fifth rib, and emerged between them again at his back, right next to the spine. His rush continued to carry him forwards, until the guard stopped his chest. Even then, he didn't stop. His insane eyes starring into her reptilian ones, he lifted his hands to deliver a crushing two-fisted blow to her head with his last strength.

Then, she mentally triggered the blade, causing it to erupt into flame. Buried in his chest, mere inches from his heart, the magic had an effect that the dwarf hadn't mentioned. It made his blood burst into flame too. All at once, every vein in his body, from the jugular to the tiny ones in his eyes, were filled with liquid fire. His look of insanity turned into one of utter amazement, and then turned to pain. As she continued to stare at him, tears of fire ran down his cheeks, before his eyeballs finally melted. With a kick, she pushed him off the blade, and then watched as his body burned to cinders on the ground. That, she decided, was a fitting fate for one who had let the flames of vengeance consume him.

With a shrug, She removed the torn pieces of rope that hung from her nibble rings, and walked towards the stall that had held so much torment for her, in order to retrieve the pieces of armor they had torn off her there. Picking them up, she noticed that the hay there had been turned into a prickly mess of drying cum and reeking piss, and realized that she probably shared many of those traits at the moment. A quick search, however, turned op a trough of water for the horses, which she instantly promoted to bathtub. It wasn't the cleanest water, but it was cleaner than she was, and that was enough. After cleaning her body and hair carefully, she dried herself with straw as best she could, and put on her armor again. The sword, she saw, had no traces of blood on it, and so she replaced it in the sheath without any cleaning. A quick search through the scattered clothing of her assailants revealed several silver pieces and a single gold. Obviously, the prize fighting had gone well up until then. Finally, she picked her other stuff off the ground, and put it in the saddlebags.

Just as she was about to leave, though, she noticed Balrog, Ali's huge draft horse, covering in a corner. The smell of blood and the screams of the dying had not affected the old warhorse, but seeing his master burst into flame was too much, even for him. She regarded him for a moment, and then shrugged. The horse bit at her as she approached, but as she duplicated Ali's gesture of returning the favor with a blow to the head, it calmed down, apparently accepting her as its new master. She found a saddle nearby, and put it on him along with the bags. Then, she mounted him - the thought brought a smile to her lips. Turnabout, after all, was fair play - and rode out of the stable. It was late, she saw, and darkness covered the city. Her keen eyes pierced the blackness, though, and she had no trouble finding her way to the city gates. They were closed for the night, as a half-drunken guard notified her, in case she couldn't see it in the light of the single, sputtering torch that was set up near the sturdy wooden gate. A silver piece accidentally dropped from her purse, however, gave the guard a sudden case of blindness as she pulled her horse through the gate.

As she rode across the mountainside towards the cave where Blake slept, she decided that the day had actually gone pretty well. She'd entered the city without anything but her sword and armor, and left it with plenty of useful supplies, a good bit of money, and a horse. The fact that the very same horse had raped her a short while earlier didn't bother her in the least. After all, Blake would probably be famished when he woke up. Hungry enough to eat a horse, no doubt.

The End

Cumming up next is chapter 3 in the DragonRider Chronicles: Enchanted Noon.