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WARNING: This story involves bestiality and rape, and if these are not the kinds of subjects you are into, exit out of the story now. If you don't like rape and bestiality stories, then don't read the story.

Chapter one

The sun was shining with the intensity of mid-summer, while it was only late spring in the province of Dorne in Northern Atalania, on the northern end of the Sea of Cannae, in the foothills of the Atalanian Alps.

A winery basked in the early-afternoon warmth. Walking among the aisles of grapevines was the farmer's daughter, humming in relaxed joy with a full basket hanging from her arm. Her name was Catelyn, daughter of the wealthy wine farmer Jon Lannister, she was the pride of her family, and a beauty that was equaled only by the greatest royal halls. Catelyn was a young woman in her early teens. She was short of stature and very beautiful, with the silver-blonde hair and purple eyes. In her mind was the face of Brand, the blacksmith's son she had met the previous year when her family went to the city of Cannae to sell their wine. She remembered his striking features and black hair. He was being tutored in the ways of metallurgy and both of their fathers had come to an agreement that their children would marry when eligible. She hoped that he would be the one to take her as his bride and that the grapes in her basket would become the wine that they would drink on their wedding day. Catelyn's family where residents of the Dale of Highgarden, which lied nine miles north of Cannae, between the Honeywine and Tibrus Rivers, and was one of the largest producer of wine on the Atalanian peninsula, of which the Lannister's had great influence.

As she approached her family's farmhouse, her fantasies were cut short as she was eclipsed by a cross-shaped shadow. She looked up and all the color was drained from her face and the breath from her lungs. A dragon had spotted her with eyes keener than a falcon's and what he saw was very appealing. Catelyn was able to release a single terrified scream as the dragon wrapped his arm-sized fingers around her waist, tearing her clothes with his colossal talons but not causing her any harm. For the second time, the air was forcefully ripped from her lungs as the dragon pulled back up into the air, making her body feel like its weight had been multiplied. "Father! Mother!" She tearfully cried as her parents ran out of the farmhouse, just in time to see their daughter carried away in the dragon's clutches. Regardless of the dragon's rocketing altitude, Catelyn pushed and pulled on the dragon's muscular fingers, trying to free herself. Annoyed at his prey's attempts to get away, the snarling dragon reached down with its long neck and threateningly snapped his jaws just a few feet from her body. Catelyn's body went rigid in unparalleled terror as she stared at the dragon's dagger-sized teeth and smelled the aroma of blood on its breath. With tears streaming down her face, Catelyn clutched the amulet hanging from her neck and began to pray, begging the goddess Kyne for some scrap of protection against the beast that now held her.

They flew northward, travelling beyond the sun filled foot hills, into the snow covered peaks of the Atalanian Alps. While clutched in the dragons claws, Catelyn could see far and wide. She could see a heard of deer prancing through the snowy pine groves and wolves chasing along side them. After a while, Catelyn noticed exactly where they were heading. In the distance she could see a single mountain, rising above all the others, a snow covered pinnacle of red stone, veiled in a layer of clouds, and the dragon was flying straight towards it.

As they approached the mountain, Catelyn began to notice magnificent statues carved from the stone walls, which led into a large canyon. Farther down the canyon they flew, passing waterfalls and ancient stone monuments, until they came across something most remarkable, a massive gate.

The great door was made of exotic wood and bronze, flanked on both sides by massive statues, each armed with a great war axe. There was no doubt that this was the work of master architects. Before the gate there was a large tares over looking the canyon, this is were the dragon landed. With Catelyn in hand, he approached the bronze gate, which he easily pushed open, entering the mountain hall. Darkness closed around her as she was taken ever deeper into the mountain. Her heart was beating, her breath was rasping and as the bronze door shut behind them, it became to much and she fainted.

Catelyn hit the ground with painful force, jarring her from her comatose slumber after having fainted from terror. Hoping she had just woken up from a terrible dream, Catelyn scrambled to her feet and looked around wildly. She was standing in a vast circular room of carven and polished granite. A soaring, vaulted ceiling loomed above her, held up by an encircling outer ring of over nine massive pillars, all carved to resemble feminine figures and all cover in a gleaming skins of polished gold. She looked around again and noticed something interesting about the great rooms layout. The room was composed of a series of rings, one within the other. The ground she stood on was actually part a circular island of granite, surrounded by a vast, seemingly bottomless, circular pit. The golden statues that held up the ceiling stood of carven pedestals that rose out from the darkness of the pit, and at the center of the stone island, there rose a elevated platform. The pedestal was lined with fine fabrics and pillows, all colored a rich crimson red. She concluded this was were the beast slept. The great room was illuminated by a series of thirteen great piers, which ringed the edge of the central granite island, each burning in a bowl of cast iron, and each sitting upon it's own pedestal. The floor was decorated with an elaborate mural of the heavens, representing the movements of the planets as they encircled the sun. Polished black tile was used to form the night sky and cut diamonds were placed to form the constellations. Such architectural brilliance belonged in the palaces of kings, though non could match the enormity found here. The only way to access the central platform was via a large carven bridge that led across the black void to a massive stone door of concentric circles, now sealed shut by the dragon.

The floor was laden with skeletons of everything from rodents to livestock. Residing behind the pedestal was a sight that terrified Catelyn as much as the creature that had taken her. It was the skeleton of another dragon of equal size, though she could not tell if it had been a male or female. Noticing that the dragon wasn't looking, she bolted to one of the pedestals that held up the great piers, crouching behind it. The dragon had noticed her disappearance, finding it somewhat amusing.

"Well, mortal, I smell you," He said in a sinister yet playful voice, "I hear your breath, I feel your air. Where are you? Where are you?"

Catelyn held her breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She feared what horrific acts would be done to her if she was found. There was no doubt in her mind that the beast would surely devour her or rip her to shreds. She had to escape, her eyes focused on the great stone door at the other end of the bridge. Maybe if she could reach the door she could some how escape.

"Come now, don't be shy, step into the light."

Scrambling to her feet, Catelyn desperately sprinted to the stone bridge. With a snarl of annoyance, but little overall effort, the dragon reached out with his tail and knocked her back to the ground. Catelyn cried in frustration as the dragon crawled back over to her and pinned her down, as easily as if she had been a blade of grass.

"Ah. There you are, mortal. Hiding in the shadows."

Crying in fear, Catelyn begged for mercy, both from Kyne and the dragon as the powerful creature reached towards her head with his other paw and one of its long claws extended. Towering over her, the great beast glared down at the fragile young woman. Catelyn once again began praying for mercy as the dragon reached down and sniffed her dress while wetting his sharp fangs with his long forked tongue.

"Why do you tremble?'' He said, "You should feel honored. For you lie before Nôrzzug Pejorative, Lord of the Withered Hearth, few mortals have gotten such a privilege."

Catelyn stopped all movement as the dragon lowered his maw, his teeth inches away from her sweating features. She stared into the face of death, waiting for the end. But it never came. The dragon simply remained as he was, posed as if to bite, but intently staring down at her. Was he toying with her?! She didn't understand why he didn't just finish it.

"What's the delay? Aren't you going to kill me?"

The dragon drew back as the frail human spoke coldly, cocking his head at her. She felt like his eyes could see into her very soul, and she did not like it. Why didn't he stop trying to analyze her psyche and just bite her head off? The dragon shook with laughter at her resistance, as if he was enjoying himself. "Oh? Mu fent koraav, we shall see...

Clamping her lips shut, Catelyn glared up ate the dragon fiercely.

Nôrzzug noticed this reaction, a low laugh rumbling through him. So she thought that looking down would get him to snap? While it may have worked on any lesser dragon, he was Nôrzzug Pejorative, Lord of the Withered Hearth, King among the mountains and he desired this joore, this mortal. He wanted to break her.

The great dragon bent his neck, slowly lowering his head over the frail woman's body and extended his tongue out of his mouth. He inhaled her scent deeply, fragile but strong... it was a tantalizing scent. Catelyn once again began praying for mercy as the dragon reached down and sniffed her dress while wetting his sharp fangs with his long forked tongue. Every deep inhale through its nostrils felt strong enough to lift Catelyn off the ground. Without a doubt, there was nothing she could do to resist the creature, it was far too powerful for her to even harm it. Catelyn screamed in fear as the dragon clamped his lips around a flap of her dress and ripped it away. Without hesitation, he repeated the action, tearing off her undergarments. Catelyn shivered and cried, lying naked on the cold ground underneath this powerful beast. She couldn't even describe how helpless and violated she felt when the dragon's scaly lips and nose pushed against her private areas while it ripped away her clothes. She was completely exposed with the feeling of cold tile against her back and rear and the dragon's hot wet breath against her chest, stomach, and thighs. In anticipation, saliva dribbled down his tongue, pooling onto her loins.

Catelyn writhed and screamed, bucked and shouted, but nothing she could do could break the dragon's grasp on her. She stiffened as she felt the creatures drool slid across her cunt, a new sensation of something slimy slithering up her chest as the dragon slowly licked her. How dare him! Catelyn shivered and gave a tearful whimper as the dragon ran the two long tendrils of its forked tongue up her flat stomach and between her round breasts. The helpless young woman again began to pray. Now that the dragon had tasted her, he would most likely commence to eat her. Any second now, she would scream in pain as the dragon's razor-sharp teeth or claws would tear through her like a knife through one of her farm's grapes. But instead, she just felt the dragon's tongue again lick her stomach and breasts.

In her skin and her fear-induced sweat, the dragon could taste something delicious. After years of living on a vineyard and basically being raised on wine, the taste of fermented grape juice was basically wafting from her pores, and Nôrzzug found it absolutely delectable. Catelyn just laid there and continued to silently cry, unable to stop the dragon from licking her body. She had never been touched in any way like this, the closest she had ever come to this was getting her hands licked by livestock in the village near her home. But this, her navel and breasts were being lathered by the dragon's tongue and there was nothing she could do to stop the molestation. Catelyn shook her head from side to side in fear and disgust as the dragon wrapped the tendrils of his forked tongue around her soft neck, but it was too late, the beast had already caught the smell and taste of wine on her breath. Before she could react, the dragon forced one of his tongue tendrils into her mouth. Catelyn tried to scream, but the dragon's tongue had completely filled her mouth with its saliva running down her throat. The tendril of his forked tongue was the size of a child's arm and the dragon was forcing it deeper and deeper into her mouth as it savored the taste and smell of wine on her breath.

Catelyn's eyes rolled back into her head and her whole body convulsed as the end of the dragon's tongue was forced past her gag reflex and began ramming the back of her throat. As she was forced to deep-throat the saliva-soaked tendril, the other tendril continued to lick her body, slathering her full breasts and rubbing her stomach. Finally, the dragon pulled its tongue free. Catelyn lay limp with her eyes still rolled up into her head and her mouth hanging open, with the dragon's saliva and her own dripping off his tongue and pelting her lips. The dragon had stopped because it had smelled and tasted something new. It wasn't something so delicious as much as it was... arousing.

The aroma that Nôrzzug had caught was the hormones of Catelyn's adolescent body. As terrified and disgusted as she was of the molestation, her body was reacting to the touching and was energizing her hormones. Nôrzzug was sensing these hormones and his own were reacting as well. He wasn't just licking her for the taste of wine in her body, but for the insatiable sexual desire building up in his body.

Her efforts to escape only grew stronger as he lapped at the bare skin of her torso. She growled in defiance, strained to break free as she felt his tongue wrap around her breast, teasing her nipple. No... No... NO! She convulsed against the mural floor, everything within her protesting this violation. Nôrzzug simply ignored her struggling, shifting his attention to her other breast, playing with that as well. He was much like a child fiddling with a new set of toys that he did not fully understand yet; he had only heard stories of how joore made love. He was testing where to touch and what reactions they held. Though it seemed he was doing something right, as the thick smell of human musk began to collect heavily in the air. It would be about time for him to explore down there...

"Grik frini wah filok." Such eagerness to escape.

He lowered his head, breathing lightly over her moist cunny, causing her to tremble.

"But your body seems to say otherwise."

Nôrzzug gently prodded the lips of her completely untouched cunt with his sopping wet tongue, causing Catelyn to instantly scream in surprise and fear. She had never been touched this way and the fact that it was an unholy animal doing it made her sick to her stomach. The tongue tendril pressed harder against her slit, trying to enter her. Desperate to avoid the horrible fate charging towards her, she reached down and grabbed the dragon's tongue, desperately trying to push it back. Nôrzzug growled at her attempted rejection and pressed on her body with his paw, completely pinning her down and leaving her unable to move.

Crying in fear and humiliation, Catelyn once again began praying to Kyne for protection and begging the dragon for mercy. Nôrzzug pressed harder against her slit and the tip of his tongue managed to spread the lips. Catelyn screamed as she felt the tendril enter her and doubled her prayers. Her screaming continued to increase in volume as he forced his tongue farther and farther into her virgin body. The young victim couldn't believe the filling sensation coursing through her, she felt like the tongue would split her in half like a axe chopping a piece of firewood. The tongue finally stopped and Catelyn fell silent as she felt it reach some sort of barrier. She knew what had stopped it and she was more terrified than ever before in this horrible ordeal. Gasping for air and crying, Catelyn looked up at the dragon. "Please stop, please don't rape me. In the name of Kyne, please have mercy." She begged, hoping to retain one shred of her dignity. Her words meant nothing to Nôrzzug, and without any compassion, he rammed his tongue tendril all the way into her pussy, rupturing her hymen without any effort and driving so far into her that Catelyn cried out in agony. Tasting her blood, Nôrzzug became more excited. Flexing his tongue within her tight body, he moved back and forth to savor the taste of her hormones and blood. Sobbing in pain and humiliation, Catelyn could do nothing to stop the dragon as it raped her with little more than a single tendril of his forked tongue.

With her body jerking with each brutal push of the dragon's tongue, Catelyn looked down, having spotted something in the corner of her eye. Between his back legs, beneath his massive tail, she could see Nôrzzug's most proud possessions, his balls. Only now did Catelyn realize that the dragon truly was a male, and now her terror had reached new heights. They were massive, she was surprised she hadn't noticed them before, each twice the size of her own head, in fact they almost seemed too large when in comparison to the rest of his body, but despite there size, they still did not seem to cause the dragon any trouble. They were dark black and leathery, yet there were hardly any wrinkles, the scrotum was stretched tight around the sperm producing organs that resided within. Nôrzzug had always been proud of his truly massive balls, for they where far larger then those of any other males, and he took great pride in it.

With eyes wide open with both fear and amazement, she looked on at the dragons massive genitals and could not help but feel aroused by the sight of such impressive material. Her eyes then began to wander, following up the length of Nôrzzug's underbelly, untilled her eyes fell upon something even more terrifying. She became completely petrified when she realized it was the dragon's phallus, fully extended and erect. Until now, it had been mostly held within the dragon's body like a dog or horse, but he was now so aroused that it was reaching out and visible.

Like his genitals, Nôrzzug's penis was also truly massive, almost seeming too large for his body. While he was brutally ramming her with his forked tongue, Catelyn had imagined in fear what the beast cock may look like, and with each mental image her fear and disgust only heightened, but now she could see it, in all it's masculine glory. It was so long, it almost hung to the floor, and she could see beads of pre-cum dripping from its tip. It physical appearance, it resembled that of a of a mixture between a cats or a dogs. At its base, there was a large bulge very similar to a dog's knot, but at the head she could see a large pointed tip, almost like a spear head but with a more gripping texture, and a barb, oviously ment to help pin females down. Catelyn could see the veins pulsating beneath the thick skin and she could smell the strong, pungent musk it gave off.

Nôrzzug knew of how large he was, and he took the greatest pride in it. For it was the size of his package that assured him the title of Lord of the Withered Hearth. Although he was physically larger and stronger then all the other males of his race, and could easily overpower any opposing challenger, it was the size of his draconic manhood that made him the dragon overlord. Size is power in the eyes of a dragon, and the dragon with the largest equipment automatically got first pick of all the females, and Nôrzzug used this to its full potential. He was known for flying into the Withered Hearth fully erect and tail up, flaunting his massive cock and balls to both females and males alike, making sure all knew who was king. The vastness of the house of Nôrzzug was un equaled, the great dragon had sired so many of his race, that by his 250th year of life, and his 500th mating season, his bloodline encompassed over 3/4th of the dragon population. That was over 150 years ago.

Now Nôrzzug, Lord of the Withered Hearth, had reached his 400th year and had firmly cemented his bloodline into the draconic race. Before his time, Nôrzzug's family had been one of the minor households of the dracona. For never had the blood of Pejorative been given the right of first pick, never it was that the sons and daughter of the dwarfed household been given as prized mates to those of the higher states, and never was it that there females were chosen as first mates. It was not untilled the birth of Nôrzzug had the frail household had produced such a gleaming example of authority. He possessed a fire within him of the likes had never been seen before, and it was by his strength, cunning and ambition did the house of Pejorative come to dominate the draconic world.

Even from a young age, Nôrzzug knew of his great size. He was the only male of a clutch of thirteen females and from birth he knew of his sexual authority. According to some tales whispered among the dragons, Nôrzzug had hatched fully erect and breathing fire, something that dragonlings didn't learn until there third year of life. By only ten months of age, he and his sisters had grown to the size of full grown wolves, and for all that time, Nôrzzug had relished in the gift of his massive sexual organs, ever since he had hatched he had been told he was destined to be lord of the draconic race, of how every mating season he would get first pick of the females, and for all that time, the thought of having supreme power and all the females he wished, had caused the young Nôrzzug to produce so much sperm, his balls had been strained to there limit.

With his testicles always aching from the amount of semen they held and his first mating season at hand, the young Nôrzzug, future Lord of the Withered Hearth demanded release, so while there mother had gone out to hunt, he summoned his thirteen sisters together, and in a sexual rampage, pumped each one of them with so much cum, that the den floor was covered with excess semen that had drained out of there battered wholes. But he was still not done, he still wanted more. After there mother had returned to the den and saw her daughters all covered in hot dragon cum, she was confronted by Nôrzzug, still erect. But instead of punishing him for brutally fucking his sisters, she gave him praise for his endurance and for the shear quantity of his orgasms', and as for reward allowed him to release the rest of his sexual fury on her, which he exacted promptly.

Now, after so long, and so many mating seasons, the lineage of Nôrzzug Pejorative had become the single most successful house in all of draconic history, in fact, the bloodline of Nôrzzug had become so vast, that it almost became unheard of as to encounter a dragon unrelated to the great dragon lord. Not that Nôrzzug minded. He cared not of his relations to the others of his race, he cared only of his own desires, concerning himself not of a females heritage, as long as she could appease his ravenous lust, he would take her as a mate, and they would graciously abide.

All of these things were in his mined as played with his new toy.

Afraid of the dragon's massive phallus and still in pain from the beast's tongue brutally ramming her, Catelyn couldn't stop herself from screaming, greatly annoying Nôrzzug. Wanting to silence her shrill cries of desperation and sample more of the wine on her breath, Nôrzzug forced his other tongue tendril into her mouth. With the dragon's tongue being forced into her pussy and throat at the same time, Catelyn could do nothing by silently pray as tears of pain and humiliation ran down her face.

After a few minutes, the dragon pulled out of her. However, the dragon was not done, it just wanted a change of tastes. Before Catelyn could even catch her breath, the dragon forced his tongue tendrils back into her body, but switched. With Catelyn's saliva being mixed with the dragon's in her pussy as rammed her and the taste of her juices being forced in her mouth, the young woman was filled with disgust and loathing, even towards herself. With each second passing at a rate resembling an hour, Catelyn wasn't sure how long it was before the dragons tongue was finally pulled out of her body. Even with the skin around her eyes burning from the salt of so many tears, Catelyn cried with relief, believing her torment to be over. Her jaw was aching from the dragon's tongue filling her mouth, her throat felt bruised from the brutal slamming, and her slit was stretched wide from continuous violation, not to mention bloody and swollen from the brutal deflowering.

Her eyes widened in confusion as the dragon flipped her over onto her knees and elbows. After sampling the girl's hormones, Nôrzzug was so aroused that he could barely control himself. He hadn't been this energized since mating season, he wanted to continue sampling the body before him, regardless of the species or method. Catelyn shivered in fear and disgust as she felt the dragon's hot wet breath fan her rear end inner thighs.

"Please stop, please don't!" She begged as she felt one of the dragon's tongue tendrils press against her battered pussy and the other against her anus. With more strength in his tongue than in Catelyn's whole body, Nôrzzug rammed the two tendrils into his rape-victim. Catelyn released a blood-curdling scream of pain from her asshole and pussy getting filled by the two bulging tendrils, violating her in ways that her worst nightmares couldn't have replicated. Never in her life had she felt so much pain, so much humiliation, and so much helplessness in her life. As the dragon began moving both halves of his tongue in and out of her body, Catelyn's painful scream continued on, increasing in volume as the dragon's thrusts increased in speed and brutality. The tendrils in her body were so large and powerful, Catelyn felt like her body was going to be completely ripped in half, as if the dragon would give one powerful thrust and her anus or vagina would be torn open and she would bleed out. The feeling of her vagina being stretched to its maximum made her want to spread her legs in an attempt to lessen the pain and the feeling of her asshole being pummeled and violated made her feel sick with agonizing revulsion. Up until now, she had been praying to Kyne and the dragon to be set free and escape, now she actually wished for death. After being violated and used in every way possible by an animal, she couldn't imagine ever being able to overcome the pain and humiliation. If she were to somehow escape, she didn't know how she could possibly face her family, face a possible husband, face Brand, and face herself in a mirror... especially since she was beginning to enjoy it. Looking past the pain, looking past the gut-wrenching spirit-crushing violation of her body and soul... she could also feel waves of pleasure being forced through her aching frame. While her entire pelvic region was almost crying out for relief and mercy, Catelyn could not stop herself from pushing back against the creature's tongue. Her amulet swung wildly as she rocked back and forth against the dragon's tongue tendrils, crying in shame from the enjoyment she was experiencing, even at the cost of the pain threatening to rip her in half like a split fruit and her self-respect. She continued pushing against the dragon's tongue, beginning to enjoy the powerful shoves against every sensitive spot in her pussy and the expanding/filling sensation driving back and forth in her anus. Her pleasure was only increased as the dragon began working the two tendrils in turn, thrusting one into her pussy and pulling out while driving the other into her asshole, and her sobs of pain and anguish were replaced by tearful moans of shameful euphoria. The hot wet tongue inside her was driving her so wild that she even began to touch herself. Suddenly, Catelyn's whole world was turned upside down as earthshaking waves of heat and pleasure coursed through every fiber of her being. She released a shrill moan, screaming louder than ever before in her life as the dragon's tongue seemed to fill her pussy and asshole with more pressure than she thought possible. Finally, the dragon fully retracted his tongue, pulling out of her like a sword being pulled out of a slain warrior and leaving her slit and anus hotter and wetter than the creature's salivating tongue. Catelyn collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily and nearly delirious in the realization that this kidnapping monster had just given her the first orgasm of her life, something she had only heard the women of the village near her home gossip about.

Once again, Nôrzzug flipped her over, rolling her onto her back. Still panting like a dog in the noonday heat, Catelyn looked up and her eyes widened in fear. The dragon had moved up and was dangling his erect phallus right over her, like a crossbeam of a house. There was absolutely no way on Kyne's green earth that the dragon would be able to put that thing in her, she thought, not without finally ripping her open like a gutted fish and killing her. Nôrzzug knew of this issue. He knew that it would take some effort to drive his massive phallus into her small, tight pussy, but this knowledge only made him desire it more, to have the tightness of her human cunt squeezing his erection, and covering it with her virginal juices it was enough to almost make him drive straight in and seriously injure her. Despite this he was desperate to continue appeasing his ravenous sexual desires, Nôrzzug lowered his cock down onto her body, merely laying it on top of her.

Catelyn cursed in shame and disgust as the giant phallus pressed down on her like a fallen tree, pinning her to the ground. Never before had she even got a good look at an animal's (or human's) sexual organ, let alone touched one. Now she was basically being crushed underneath one. She could feel the dragon's heartbeats through the long veins pulsing against her naked body, the musky smell that seemed to permeate the appendage was making her dizzy, the weight was so intense that she felt like her bones were going to be crushed, and the dragon's flesh was so hot that she felt like she was going to be burned.

Catelyn could do nothing to fight against the dragon's sexual organ grinding against her helpless naked body, rubbing against every exposed inch of skin on her formerly virgin frame. Her only resistance came in the form of her keeping her eyes and mouth screwed shut as the head of the dragon's cock prodded her face.

As he prodded her face again and again, Catelyn tried to ignore the salty musky smell and the stickiness and incredible heat of the flesh against her skin. With a growl of annoyance, Nôrzzug pressed his hands against her sides, forcing her to wrap her arms around his phallus. He wanted more contact. Afraid of what the dragon would do to her if she resisted, Catelyn held on tightly, but the dragon was not content. Catelyn shuddered in fear as the dragon growled and snapped his jaws from impatience. She looked up and the dragon.

"Bexei diivon! Open your throat to me!" He said in his booming voice.

Catelyn whimpered when she realized that the dragon was showing her what he wanted her to do; he wanted the softness of her mouth. He gave another threatening growl. With yet another layer of tears coating her face, Catelyn sobbingly obeyed and held out her tongue. The dragon pressed the very tip of the head of his cock against her tongue, and the young sex slave had to fight the urge to vomit from revulsion of the act and the nauseating saltiness and stickiness of the hot flesh. The musty taste was making her sick with disgust and she prayed to Kyne to take her life so that she wouldn't have to continue such a degrading sexual act with this animal. The dragon resumed his thrusts, grinding his throbbing cock against her tiny body while Catelyn tearfully licked the giant head with her small tongue, orally pleasuring him as the dragon's new human concubine. As she worked her tongue in the slit of the head and slathered the surrounding skin, Nôrzzug trembled and grunted from the soft wetness against his most sensitive area. Her mouth and tongue felt so good. But he wanted more.

Hoping that she had appeased the beast, Catelyn shuddered in fear as the dragon growled and snapped his jaws from impatience.

"Diivon, Aar!" He commanded.

Catelyn needed no translation to understand. Whimpering in fear, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and closed her eyes. In no time at all, the head of the dragon's massive cock found its mark and pushed into Catelyn's warm, soft mouth. Nôrzzug resumed his thrusting, driving his head back and forth into Catelyn's maw. Her mouth and tongue felt so good, Nôrzzug actually wished for a smaller phallus so that he could shove the entire thing down her throat. Driven by instinct, Nôrzzug hunched his body forward. Her eyes shot open as her lips were stretched open, jaws straining around the thickness. She gaged around the flesh as the dragon bucked his hips in short thrusts. Using her hand, she tried to slow him down, trying to limit the beast. He would not be restrained for long

"You son of a bitch."

The woman spat back, causing a toothy grin to spread across Nôrzzug's features. Time to continue the game. Nôrzzug ceased his thrusting and once again flipped Catelyn over

Nôrzzug had moved back, and as she looked back to see what he was doing, he aligned his erection with the swollen lips of her pussy. Terror held Catelyn as the dragon loomed over her. Her heart hammering in her chest. "No you can't." She said, "there's no way it will fit, do you understand? You'll kill me if you try. For the love of Kyne, It Won't Fit!" She was crying, he heard in satisfaction, croaking and begging. He looked down at her with his piercing yellow eyes, a wide grin came across his face, looking into her pleading eyes he spoke in a sinister voice and said:

"We shall see."

Without warning, he plunged his massive erection into her tight womanhood. Catelyn gave a strangled cry, tensing as the sudden pressure buried into her. Despite her cunt growing damp and slick from Nôrzzug's earlier teasing, her entrance resisted the dragons massive phallus. No! Oh gods, it hurts, it hurts so much! Nôrzzug doubled his efforts, grinding, thrusting, pushing until he brushed the bottom of her womb.

Through all the pain she was experiencing, Catelyn couldn't help but thank Kyne that somehow she was able to take the massive appendage, even though she was being stretched to her absolute limit. With one more powerful thrust, Nôrzzug drove into her reproductive organ, eventually hitting against the roof of her womb. Catelyn groaned in pain but could not deny the sensation that now filled her body.

Roughly, he picked up his pace. Back and forth, the friction he caused in her womanhood was slowly having its desired effect. Catelyn could feel the pain gradually subsiding; giving way to pleasure she had never felt before. But no! She had to fight it! She wouldn't allow it... she wouldn't allow this unholy beast to pleasure her like this. To climax because of this monster! She would not give him that satisfaction!

Sadly, the woman's mind was not strong enough to block out the sensation. She felt her body growing hot, her breath got even more haggard, she strained to hold it in. But Nôrzzug had already won. After what seemed like an eternity, she could no longer withstand the torture. Her muscles clamped around Nôrzzug's cock, and with a staggering moan of pain and pleasure, released her fluids all over his erection, but deterred him not, and he continued his thrusting. On and on, he pounded away on her tight ores, battering and bruising it beyond belief. She was being fucked senseless, no words could describe the mixed sensation of pain, numbness and pleasure she was experiencing. In her clouded and dazed state of mind, she once again turned her gave to the dragons manhood. With sullen eyes, she stared at Nôrzzug's oversized testicles, after a second, she notice something about them. At first, she thought she was hallucinating, but after a moment of observation, she realized that the beasts balls had changed, they seemed to be getting... larger? It was true, Nôrzzug's balls had indeed begun to double in size, stretching the already taut skin of his scrotum. Within the course of a few minutes, the dragons already massive testicles had swollen to over twice there original size. The reason for this was that his balls had produced so much semen, that it was causing them to inflate and expand. This was another reason that Nôrzzug was the dragon overlord; because of the unbelievable amounts of cum he could produce. As his balls expanded, they began to cause him trouble while standing. Nôrzzug had to brace his back legs in order to keep on his feet, breathing heavily as he did.

Suddenly the dragon reached back with one of his scaly hands and began to rub one of his swollen testicles. As he fondled the massive organ, he began to moan in pleasure.

Finally, the dragon looked up and groaned with his whole body shaking. Just as Catelyn lowered her head and looked at the dragon in confusion, as she did so he unexpectedly pulled out, and a torrent of semen erupted from the head of his cock. The wave of white slime covered Catelyn's face and long hair, filled up her mouth, and poured down her throat. With Catelyn gagging on the semen, the dragon raised his body, spraying her entire body. She lost how many times he blasted her, or how much he came. By the time he was done, it felt like he had unloaded several gallons, more then even the average dragoness could handle. This creature had just ejaculated on her body as if she were a common prostitute.

Rolling on her side in a lake of dragon sperm, Catelyn coughed up almost a pint of semen, and then proceeded to vomit in revulsion. More traumatized and disgusted than every before in her life, Catelyn curled up in a fetal position with her head in her hands and released her loudest scream of the day, with her tears mixing with the semen that coated her face. Not only was it disgusting, but far hotter than she could have imagined. While it was not intense enough to actually burn her skin, it felt like flaming animal fat had been poured all over her body.

Nôrzzug stepped back and stretched, glad to have experienced such a wonderful orgasm. But now he had lost his interest in this young girl. True, he had discovered something to enjoy later in his life, but this quivering victim before him was now much less appealing. However, he wasn't just going to let her go or eat her, she could prove useful. Carefully, Nôrzzug leaned over, whispering strange words of enchantment over Catelyn's young body. Black glyphs began to traced the length of her back, visible through the thinning layers of semen that dripped off her body. A mark to all that she was now the property of Nôrzzug Pejorative.

"aari mahfæraak..."

...my slave forever.

Nôrzzug carefully grasped her ankle with his jaws, picking her up and holding her upside down. Catelyn instantly screamed in terror and begged for mercy, though her pleads were a hysterical mix of either praying for the dragon to release her or end her life quickly, as she didn't want to live anymore, but neither did she want to suffer the agony of being ripped to shreds and devoured. With Catelyn desperately trying to free herself of the dragons jaws, the creature had to tighten his hold, inadvertently crushing her ankle with his lips. Screaming in pain from her injury, Catelyn was carried over to Nôrzzug's circular bed and dropped in, landing on the side opposite of the giant crimson pillows. Catelyn looked down at her broken ankle, tearfully cursing her injury. Now, even if the dragon wouldn't rape her again or even eat her, she wouldn't be able to escape.

In his booming voice, Nôrzzug spoke once more to his new slave. "You should feel honored mortal." he said, "For you have had the privilege of experiencing the sexual might of the lord of dragons." With that, Nôrzzug Pejorative departed the great hall, crossing the stone bridge and exiting threw the massive puzzle door, sealing it shut behind him.

Desperately hoping the injury was just a simple sprain, Catelyn gently squeezed her ankle to gauge the pain. The waves of agony that instantly surged through her body mixed with the aching pain of bruises and tears in her vagina and anus and her overall exhaustion, forcing her into another bout of unconsciousness.

To be continued.