Arsenod and Marinod Retold (Sexualized Violence)

Story by Inanna Eloah on SoFurry

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Yeah, yeah, cheezy title is cheezy. And the story might be too, Iunno and I dun care.

There is some heavy sexualized violence in this, though not too detailed. Still, if you're not a fan of this stuff, just remember that you can't unsee it.


"Your penis is swollen!"

Arsenod grinned back at Marinod as his big, massive, golden cock throbbed and dripped with precum. "Would you like to touch it?" he said.

Marinod excitedly nodded her head, and grabbed Arsenod's throbbing cock in her hands, then wrapped her mouth around it and sucked, running her long, snaky, forked tongue up and down his long shaft. She closed her eyes and gulped down some of the precum. Then she looked up at him, slurped his penis, and slowly pulled off of it to stand up before him.

"I wanna fuck you, you big, beautiful, sexy dragon!"

Arsenod chuckled, and in a deep, rich baritone voice, said, "You got it, gorgeous lady."

Marinod turned around, lifted her tail up, and invited him to fuck her then and there, and he didn't hesitate at all. He slammed his big, heavy cock into her pussy as he held her smooth, golden thighs in his hands, just barely touching her dark purple outward skin.

They were almost to the point of orgasm when the sound of hoofbeats thundered nearby, drawing closer, becoming ever nearer, but the two dragons were too caught up in their love for each other, and the height of their pleasure, to notice it.

Arsenod arched his back and roared into the early evening sky, with the ecstatic happiness of ejaculation. As he unloaded his cum into Marinod's pussy, the hoofbeats sped up into a hot run. He didn't even see the second shaft as it penetrated his own body.

A loud crack, like the snapping of a tree limb, broke him out of his orgasmic trance as the horseman's lance threw him back and off of his mate, his cock still squirting frantically into the air. He couldn't breathe, his body was racked with pain, and he looked down at his beautiful chest to see what remained of the monstrous weapon that the horseman had driven through his left nipple... and through his heart.

"My mate..." he wheezed. "Why are you doing this?"

The horse ran up beside Marinod and the knight drew his sword. Horrified, Arsenod watched as the man tried to cut her head off. But she was too fast for the man, and she ducked out of the way, even as her own pussy juices continued to squirt out of her as she also continued to orgasm. Marinod bared her teeth, and got between the evil human menace and her mate, and fought with every ounce of her strength to save him. But the man's will was too strong. With his horse, he knocked Marinod down to the ground, and trampled over her body, his horse's rear hoof smashing down on her genitals so hard that she couldn't even scream for the agony. Then the horse reared back, and the man drew his sword all the way behind himself, to deliver the final blow on the male. Marinod nuzzled Arsenod's still-ejaculating penis with the top of her head and whispered, "I love you."

As the man prepared to make his strike, he whispered the hateful words, "I finally win, you little..."

The sound of hissing nearby, and the man dropped his sword. Its blade landed on the horse's back, burying itself deep within its spine, crippling it instantly. Marinod was able to break free just as the dead weight of the horse tumbled onto the ground, the man jumping out of the saddle in the hopes of escaping something... but neither Arsenod nor Marinod could see what it was.

"Come out and fight me, you coward!" The man winced as he held his right hand in his left, an arrow having pierced his wrist. "Face me, goddamnit!"

Marinod crawled up to Arsenod and held him close. She kissed him passionately, and begged him to hold on. "Please, my love," she said, "don't die on me. There's help coming."

"Who are you?" The man continued screaming into the creeping darkness, making his demands, all of which went unanswered. Then, he looked at the two lovers whose passion he had tried to destroy, and his rage overflowed again. He ran back to his horse, pulled the sword out of the dying animal's back, and prepared to strike both lovers dead.

Another hissing sound, and another arrow struck him, this time in the chest. He dropped his sword, grasped the arrow, and struggled for breath, as a tall, slender, naked figure walked out into the clearing.

"You call me a coward?" The defender's smooth, almost soothing feminine voice sliced through the man's words like a dagger slitting a throat. "I stand before you nude, my only defense a bow, and this small double-edged sword... and I fight against a 'brave' man whose grand courage has driven him to attack two lovers in the height of their passion... and the apex of their weakness. And you call me a coward?"

The man stood speechless as he gazed upon the beauty that had disarmed him. She stood, her entire body unclothed. She had a bow slung around her shoulder, and a sword in her right hand. Her vulva was wet, and her nipples erect. She was obviously aroused, but in her eyes as she glared at him there was a different kind of arousal. It was the arousal of vengeance and anger, a rage that could only be sated by blood.

"I will do to you what you had intended to do to that dragon," she said. "I will greatly enjoy it, and then I will save both of those dragons' lives and I will watch with grand pleasure as they fuck, while your body lies dead where you stand."

With those words, the man's clothing completely disappeared, and he stood naked, shivering from the cold and still gasping from the pain in his chest. But the woman beheld his own hard cock, still dripping its own precum all over the ground, and realized exactly why he had attacked the two lovers. She approached him, held his cock in her hands, and groped it, rubbed it, and even sucked it... but then, right as he began to ejaculate, she stood up, held it in her left hand, and struck it off at the base with her sword.

He screamed in agony and horror, but only for a moment before she whirled around and sliced off his head in a single blow. As his corpse fell helplessly to the ground, she stood there angry, saddened, and at what the man had tried to do, but it was Arsenod's whimpering that brought her back to the moment at hand, and she dropped her sword and ran to his and Marinod's aid.

"Don't be afraid, I beg you both." She turned to Marinod and added, "I can save him. Please, I beg you allow me to help him."

Marinod backed away from her lover, and allowed the woman access. The woman touched the lance, and it dissolved into nothing. Arsenod's nipple became whole again, as if it had never been pierced. In moments, the young male dragon was fully recovered, and the woman offered her aid to Marinod as well.

"I'll accept, Milady," Marinod said. "But with one condition. That you join us?"

The woman balked. "But I'm not a dragon..."

"Maybe not," Marinod assured her, "but you have love for dragons, and because of that I want you to join us in our pleasuremaking."

The woman smiled, and agreed... then proceeded to restore Marinod's smashed vagina to full health.


Arsenod's eyes opened wide with pleasure as he came for a fifth (or was it sixth?) time into the woman's mouth. Marinod had already fallen asleep by his side, happily impregnated and looking forward to becoming a mother. As he emptied his load into the woman's gullet, he gasped and said, "Thank you, Milady, for saving my life, and the life of my mate."

The woman gazed up happily at the young male dragon, and when she was done swallowing, she said, "It was an honor to help my people."

Arsenod grimaced, confused. "But you're human... how could you be one of my people?"

The woman crawled up onto Arsenod's belly, and ran her hands along his strong chest, playing with his nipples and nuzzling him closely.

"My first lifetime was as one of you," she said. "I was a young child when you and Marinod were killed. Our entire race was destroyed, and I was the last one. I was pregnant with the only hope for our kind when that man--"

She looked back at the body of the man she had slain earlier.

"--Thrust his sword into my vagina, killing both me and my unborn son. I swore I'd get my revenge on him in another lifetime and now I have. Without him to instigate Man's genocide against our kind, they will allow us to live, and that is all I ever wanted."

Arsenod gazed, both horrified, and happily, into her eyes. Horrified at what the man had intended to do to his people, and happily that this woman had stopped him. "What is the name we called you?"

The woman closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

"I am Inanna, Manasga'El's daughter."

Arsenod lay there, stunned, for some time, while Inanna straddled him. His cock was still hard, and he was still horny... and he wanted to give her something more than just sex.

"Inanna?" he said. "Would you be willing to let me... sire a child for you?"

Tears started flowing from Inanna's eyes. "I can't, Arsenod. I became human so I could stop the humans from destroying you. Our genes won't match. I'm sorry, I wish I could... ."

Arsenod placed one hand on Inanna's thigh, and smiled as he shushed her. "We can, actually. My kind are the offspring of two races, one of them human. So I can sire a child for you, if you are willing."

Inanna said nothing, but instead she spread her vulva open wide and lowered herself gently onto his throbbing cock. As he filled her up with his cum, he also helped her to heal a wound that had been inflicted upon her many, many lifetimes before. Some people say time is a cycle, and what goes around comes around. For Inanna, on that beautiful day, the cycle of time had given her a chance not only to set things right, but to have the child she had been forbidden from having long before... and for the first time in many lifetimes, she knew she could be happy without fear.