Ritcha had prepared herself for a den of pure pleasure, a den of indulgence and sexuality, a place where she would be forced to brace herself just to enter Weranth's lair, but it was not so. The room that she walked into was military in nature and sparsely decorated despite his great wealth. His armor dominated one side of the wall, the long and heavy plates of it held up and on display with the helmet set at an angle to give her the sensation that it was watching her.

There were claw sheaths and weaponry hung up on the wall in neat rows, not a single one out of place and each one polished as if it saw heavy use. The bed was a simple affair of a low leather padded couch that would befit a four legged drake and had a set of book cases on either side with outsized volumes that would have taken two of her to lift up with any ease. The closest thing to decoration was a large crest that was set above his bed, his own personal arms of a thunderbolt being captured by a lion, offset with two spears.

Weranth padded into the room at a comfortable gait, as if he hadn't just humiliated her before the court, his eyes sliding towards her with interest as she remained aloof and schooled her expression to one of polite interest. Her heart was being so fast she could nearly taste it in the back of her throat as the doors were firmly shut behind them both. In public it had been a show, she had made herself remember her word and known that nothing bad could truly happen to her as she was protected by witnesses. She stood in front of the storm-colored dragon now without another set of eyes to witness what he might do. There was every chance in the world that he would break their terms in some way and she would be left broken and penniless.

Her body was still nude, it had been a torment to walk the halls wearing nothing but her own scaling, and certainly she had seen many a person on the way through. Most of the slaves just ignored the view, but a few of the nobles had stopped to regard her. She was thankful that her name and title were poor enough that there was little chance they would recall her until they looked up her house. Her lack of family was also working in her favor. Even if she lacked a name there would still be a certain amount of surety that she wouldn't be done away with as she did have at least a title to make the Emperor feel the desire to protect her or keep her from total harm. Echilion could hardly allow an uncontested bit of land come up for grabs without a near civil war on his hands.

Ritcha had planned this, she knew the risks, but they still terrified her as she was left alone with him and drew in a breath. Her jaws still ached from earlier, she could still smell the sharp musk of the male clinging to her, making her nose twitch in reaction to the rich mixture. She hadn't been allowed to bathe, though she had the hope that she would be gifted that soon, she was used to being clean, life beside the ocean meant there was always water to bathe with, even if it was clean saltwater. She would normally have asked, but she kept her muzzle sealed, she would give him what he wanted, he wanted to own a slave he could handle without fear of reprisal form his father or the law, he wanted an obedient slave.

"This is my own private suite." Weranth spoke after a time, gesturing with one of his wings. "This is where I sleep at night, and this is where I intend for you to sleep as well. You will not clothe yourself within these walls, you will only clothe yourself outside of them if I give you the command."

"Yes, sir." She answered demurely, watching as the dragon moved to the wall with the large crest. "Whatever it is you wish."

"That is our bargain, my little noble whore." He purred back at her, his tone almost sweet as he grabbed one of the outlined spears. "But I am going to mark you so that there is little doubt who and what you are."

"Mark me?" She raised a brow, ignoring the colt shiver in her stomach. "Would the mark be permanent, Master?"

_If he would attempt permanent markings I would be able to increase how much I was going to be asking for. _ She thought as she watched the drake's large paw grip the spear and yank downwards, his muscles straining with the movements.

"Only as permanent as you like it, holes in flesh will heal, after a time, after all." He answered, not at all reassuring. Her healthy fear was distracted by the fact that the giant crest was pulling open in front of him, the great beast using all of his weight to haul it open to reveal a doorway.

"I will not agree, nor give you a price until you have told me what it is, Sir." She replied, her eyes focused on the hidden doorway.

Weranth turned his head back to offer a sly smile and gestured with one of his paws towards the interior door. "Then come along, girl, let me show you what I desire and I am sure you will be able to locate your price easily enough."

He didn't give her a chance to agree or disagree, he pushed his way through the hidden door and walked into the darkness, leaving her to chase behind. He was talking about piercings on her, not a pleasant idea, but no different than the decorative holes many ladies at the court had had drilled into their curved horns to allow for decorations to be added to the assortment. She herself had had piercings in her scales when she had been younger and money had flowed more readily, no longer, but it wasn't a disagreeable prospect to be pierced again. Perhaps he wanted to put a piercing on her with the house emblem?

The large drake led her along a short hall, his spiked tail twitching behind him so it was the only guide she had when the light that was shining in front of him was hard pressed to be shown back to her. She didn't have long to go, though, certainly not when the drake made it a point to move immediately to one side as he came into the open door and turned his head down towards her as she walked into a room brilliantly lit with flame-jewels. It was an expensive way to keep a room well lit, but perfect if one didn't want to deal with the attention that a fire needed. It was as brightly lit as the day, reflected off a pile of treasure the likes of which she had never imagined possible. She froze, and simply stared at the cavernous room, her heart leaping up into her throat while the prince kept a keen eye on

her.

It was all neatly divided and arranged, this was no overflow of untidy jewels that one could lose count of and easily miss a coin or two being taken. It was all carefully stacked and blocked behind sheets of magically created layers of crystal so it would be obvious if one of the stacks were lower than the others. To the right there was an entire wall of such coins, rows taller than she was, created of gold and silver, even a few of copper and platinum mixed in, arranged by size and country as far as she could tell. She could barely calculate just how much money was on that wall alone, let alone the sheer wealth in the rest of the room.

There were raw jewels and polished ones, of every color and size imaginable, there were entire sets of jewelry displayed beside armor that was far too valuable to have ever gone into battle. All of it was placed on racks and rows, too numerous to count, but her eyes were moving over all of them as swiftly as she could. Sheets of thinly hammered gold were hung up on the walls to reflect the flame jewels, flashing them back at them both. She could see her reflection in the polished surfaces as she felt a lump growing in her throat. This was wealth beyond measure, beyond anything she could have hoped to see. It was vast enough it could have bought her home a thousand times over and still had money left over to rule the Empire with. It was the loot of a hundred battles and dozens of wars, all carefully stored from prying eyes.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Weranth watched the girl closely as he revealed his treasure or, more appropriately, the Imperial treasury. Only a portion of what was here was his own personal accounting, but he wanted to make an impression on her. It was obvious she would do much to secure her wealth and he needed to establish now that he would be able to pay what he promised, as well as more. The avarice on her face was alluring as she turned her head about and he deliberately made sure that she was positioned just right to see the jewels, those would be worth the most to her. All females enjoyed gems, he had learned that years ago and this one was no exception as her eyes wandered over the prize.

"Now, you are not to step in here without me, my little whore." He purred lazily and stood up with a scrape of his paws, watching her flinch at his endearment. "Your payment will be kept in security here, there is little need for you to keep your horde at the foot on my bed where anyone might steal it."

He was savoring the humiliation on her face when he called her his whore. He had always entertained ideas on what the nobility would be like under his claws. Most of them would not, and did not, appreciate his tastes and they possessed far too much influence for him to do more than try to persuade him. He had never imagined one of them would sell themselves into his hands, or that the one that did would be as lovely as the lass standing in front of him. He curled his toes slightly with the thought of what he would be doing with her, how she would learn to love and beg for the attention he would give her. For now she wanted payment, but before long she would be trained to his tastes, her body learning how to respond to it.

"This is yours?" She asked, her voice a soft whisper as he picked up a few less worthy pieces of jewelry from one set of shelves.

It would have been easy to lie, but he had no reason to deny what wealth belonged to himself and which belonged to his father.

"Hardly, a great deal of it belongs to my father, but a good portion belongs to myself, which is what I'll be paying you from." He tilted his head and placed the bits of finery to one side to reveal a small alcove. "This will be your treasury, each payment that I make will be placed here. You may view it at any time and, as per our agreement, take it and use it however you wish as long as you have earned it."

"Ah.. " She was looking at the space considering, he had deliberately chosen a small area for her to call her 'own' so to speak, he wanted her to see the doubt she had in that she would be able to earn as much as she believed she could. "There's nothing on it."

"Not yet, but I will add your current price to it as well as what you'll earn today." He swung his head down lower and let out a low rumbling laugh. "I want to pierce you, little noble, rings in that ripe cunt of yours to show all the world that you belong to me."

It would all be games with her, the training and retraining, the careful breaking down of her barriers until she was doing things she would have never considered. The first step was to set her off her footing. She would expect him to want to fuck her now, to pierce every last inch of that tight little cunt and break her virginity, but that would hardly be amusing to him. It wasn't appealing, at least not yet, he wanted to see how devoted she was to what he would do in the future and how much her price would be. Piercing her, especially some place so vulnerable, the thought made his toes curl and scrape the ground

in delight.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Ritcha wanted to slap the prince, the way that the foul words rolled off his tongue were all too comfortable for her to be alright with. He was staring at her lewdly, making no attempt to hide the fact that he was looking between her bare gold legs. The idea of piercings being down there... She moved her hand up towards the line of smaller spines that ran along the edging of her ears and the holes to mark where they were pierced. She remembered when she had gotten them pierced, the sharp little pain that had made her cry out in pain, she had been a whelp, but it had still been painful enough for her to recall. To pierce something so... vulnerable.

"My.." She swallowed a little bit. "I do not know how that would work, Master. Where would I pierced there?"

_Just try to get him talking, he may be tricking me and trying to get me to say no now that he has humiliated me. _ She remained blank faced as the feral drake reached down with a large paw and pushed it between her legs.

She yelped out and was unsettled by the feel of the toes curling up intimately and pressing her legs far apart so that she was partially balancing on her legs, her back arched a little bit in the air while her breathing came in with a short sucking breath. The thick talons reached up and dragged right along the line of her outer folds, the sharp tips just barely hooking against the flesh as his other paw reached behind her to help brace her.

"Look down, girl!" Weranth commanded, his tone amused and annoyed at once while the claws dug down lightly. The tip hooked just inside of her vent near the inner lining, gently caressing back and forth against it, rubbing slowly. It wasn't an entirely....unpleasant feeling. "Do you feel this?"

"Yes." She breathed out and swallowed, not trusting herself to move as she watched her golden mons spread open to show the glossy pink lining.

"We will pierce here, to either side, right here..." the talons pinched and squeezed the vulnerable skin together so she choked out a whimper. "And across from it, and I will pierce your clit. Three rings."

The thought made her stomach turn, she was sensitive there, the nerves so close to the surface that even the dance of the claws on her body made her shudder and flush hot. She didn't want to think about what it would feel like to have the flesh skewered on a needle. It made her stomach churn with just the thought of something sharp sinking into her skin. The prince was watching her, his eye bright and so close as his paws cupped her close, the power in them more than enough to pin her down if she said no. It was a new sensation of fear in bringing herself into this position, but three piercings... three prices. She held to the thought, her mind latching onto the wealth she was surrounded by and just what it could

be used for.

"Three piercings, each one a different price." She breathed out to him and swallowed as his breath hit against her stomach.

"It is all one thing, why should I pay you three times?" He answered and flexed his paws, one thick toe suddenly pushing right up against the softness of her mound, making her hiss out in shock. "Why should I not pay you once?"

It was hard to think as he began to stroke her, the thick thumb-like toe rested against her bare stomach with the hook of his talon against her lower belly and brushed against her. He was tugging against her scaling, reminding her that he could very well disembowel her if he so chose. It was not a comforting thought to find herself having when she was being held so close against him, feeling the way that he was handling her, the demand of him while the toes spread her vent open wider to the cool air. Ritcha shuddered, not simply in fear or pain, but with the sensation of being caressed so intimately by the polished scaled paw on her body.

"B-because I will feel the needle three times, it will leave three holes in my body." Ritcha closed her eyes and tensed up before the toe began to push forward against her.

"True, then what would be your price, my lovely whore, what is the price for my rings to be on your body?" The tongue flicked out and she found herself being crowded by the virile drake, he was nothing like a noble, heir to an Empire.

Weranth was terrifyingly amorous and eager, his body looming above her own and demanding an answer as she was pushed backwards to the point that her bare back was shoved up against the shelves. She tried to answer, but the only thing that came from her muzzle was a harsh hiss as the finger pushed harder up into her passage, not finger, toe, the thick tub splaying her virginal folds open to make her choke with a quiet noise and swallow a gasp. He did not touch her the way she had seen other males with their females, their tenderness was always fueled by love, his touch was fueled by the need to make her writhe against the empty shelves, her ass pushing back against them.

"Three necklaces, of my choice.." She gasped out finally as the claw raked lightly just inside of her, the drake snorting down before his tongue extended out to touch beneath her chin. "One for each piercing."

"Then ask properly, slave, ask your Master for your price." The storm colored drake murmured, the purr vibrating in her ears as he watched her closely.

"Please, Master, I would have three necklaces of my choice in exchange for being pierced." She answered, her pride aching, almost physically at saying the words, but her eyes were already sliding to the carefully displayed necklaces that were bedecked and created using hundreds of small perfect jewels.

"Of course, my lovely noble, I would not deny you such a small price." Weranth's paws slipped from her slowly. "Of course, I cannot pierce you myself, it would be dangerous to do so with my paws, but I am sure you will not object to the alternative."

"Alternative?" She flinched, her golden scales tinging pink as his paws were darkened near the tips from stroking her sex. The prince rumbled his amusement and simply gestured towards the still open door.

~ ~ * ~ ~

The 'alternative' was demeaning as she could imagine as she was taken back to his small enclosed room and introduced to a slender male that looked as if he had come from a painting. The phoenix's colors were a riot of orange and red and yellow, vibrant and filled with ever shifting colors as the flames rippled down his body and over his wing arms. He had a narrow beak, but a large crest that made him look both more raptorial and strangely exotic. He was built with a slender look, but all of it was muscled and perfect, the feathers clipped and rested one over another so that he looked velvety to the touch. He was..

beautiful, handsome, everything about him was pleasing to the eyes as his pale blue eyes studied her with some interest the moment she came into the room. He was also...entirely nude.

The sight of the naked avian made her cheeks color and her hands move to try and cover herself as the dragon came behind her and closed the door as if there were nothing strange at all about her being presented to a naked stranger in such a way. There was no way her eyes wouldn't wander to parts of him, she had never seen a phoenix nude before, and the one that stood in front of her seemed to be flaunting himself. It was odd behavior for any civilized creature to display, but her answer for why he was flaunting himself came all too readily as her eyes flicked down towards his legs. Unlike a dragon or even a mammal, his shaft hung down along his legs, dark vibrant red and tapered towards the tip. It was draped over a set of swollen set of testicles that were lightly feathered with down. That fact alone made her suck in a sharp breath and stiffen as she realized just what sort of creature this phoenix was.

"This is Sirrick, he is quite adept at what he does, though he is not often hired by male clientele, I am sure you will appreciate his particular assets." Weranth purred towards her genially, as if he were offering her a gift.

"He's a whore." She answered stiffly, her tail going rigid behind her as the phoenix simply blinked at her, he didn't even look offended. "Master." She added when she heard a low growl answer her.

Phoenix were traditionally avians through and through, they had cloaca, male and female, they didn't have members such as this. The only ones that happened to have them were those that were designed as pleasure slaves and their bodies had been modified through magic to be able to pleasure women at ease. They were sterile, impervious to any disease, they could take punishment and heal easily, they were ideally sought by women of the higher class and the prince had hired one! It...shocked her. The dragon had already done more than enough to startle her and confuse her, but this shocked her, he had hired a male whore. How many tongues in court would wag tonight?

"Yes, just as you are, now, to the bed. I wish to have you pierced for dinner tonight and he will be able to heal you so that you are ready to be shown." Weranth said the last part with a bit of longing. "I would hate to wait weeks for you to heal, after all."

"You said adept at what he does? You're going to let him.." She stopped even thinking it as the large drake sat down in a corner with a thud, hitting the wall with one forepaw so a part of the stone opened to show a mirror.

"No, of course, should you be moved to, I am sure he would be talented at it. He is adept at piercing, and he can heal what damage has been done." Weranth sounded almost dismissive. "The bed, Ritcha, or do you deny me this?"

"No, master." She answered, her jaws squeezed shut, trying not to look at the phoenix. Sirrick acted as if he weren't even hearing what was being said about him, he was relaxed and even eager looking as she moved towards the leather padded bed.

As she moved, Weranth began to push at various stones on the wall and she witnessed the first hint of magic she had ever seen from the Imperial line. It wasn't much, the touch of his paw caused the stone to glow and the bare wall opened up to show interior shelves around the mirror, each one holding things designed to groom him. He was watching her, she could see his eyes in the mirror as she passed by the phoenix and felt the pleasant warmth of the creature before sliding onto the smooth leather of the bed. Why was the dragon demanding this when his earlier lust was all but gone and he seemed more concerned with drawing out bits of jewelry designed to offset his stormy colors. It made her feel off guard, unable to prepare herself for the suddenly touch of the phoenix's hand on her arm as she was slipped further back on the prince's bed.

She turned her attention to the male whore and felt a moment of disgust that he was even touching her, she nearly jerked her arm back away from him. She had never hired a whore, nor would any of the women in her former circles have hired one. The specially modified phoenixes' were typically used by widows and those that had uncomfortable marriages, not young females that could easily find a male to their tastes if they wanted it. The feel of him touching any part of her was offensive to the extreme. The dragon was watching, and the moment she tensed he let out a rough laugh and turned his head back on his long neck to look at her, his eyes darkened with humor.

"Do you think it so distasteful to be touched by a whore? As I said, you share your profession, you should feel comfortable with him." He mocked her deliberately, and the heat ran up to her cheeks. If the phoenix was offended he did not show it, instead he moved to push her further back on the couch and a small scattering of sparks ran down the length of his neck and shoulders. He felt quite warm so close to her, not so hot as a fire, but certainly not as hot as a real fire.

_I'm a whore. _ She thought and grimaced, just thinking it made her feel dirtier than she already did, but she was not just whoring herself for money. This wasn't her job, she had other options, she had plans for herself and the wealth she made here.

"Lie back, please." Serrick's voice was soft, musical sounding, lighter than she expected from the male, his fire blue eyes glanced up at her. "Your legs need to be well spread for me to pierce you."

"What are you going to put there." Ritcha leaned backwards, feeling her back pressing against the line of the leather padding behind her that made up Weranth's bedding.

"I will be using the rings your Master has given me, they are especially chosen and quite lovely." He answered in that soft voice, he didn't seem phased by what he was being asked to do. "I will try to make it pleasurable for you."

I don't want it pleasurable.. She thought nervously as her legs were shifted by his touch, she didn't struggle against him, despite the heat running to her cheeks.

Serrick churred his soft approval towards her when she leaned backwards, his hands moving to either side of her hips and drew them up before leaning down to pick something from the floor. She hated that touch, it felt wrong to be handled this way, to be exposed to a creature that had his sole existence created due to sex, but she couldn't tell him no. She turned her eyes towards the prince, but he was little distraction as he was settling a collar around his neck. No, not a collar, it was a chest shield of heavy platinum metal plate set with jewels, an elaborate and elegant looking. He was still watching, his eyes in the mirror locked in place the phoenix pushed a round leather pillow beneath her ass and forced it up

in the air.

She felt his feathers brushing against her, the light caresses of the wing arms were almost pleasurable as she tilted her head to see the phoenix considering her folds, his beak parted a little bit. She wanted to slap him, her tail twitched with the urge, she made it hold still before one of the feathered hands reached down and brushed against the outer edge of her vent. His fingers weren't large and imposing like Weranth's, they were slender and delicate as he spread her apart and his other hand placed a roll of cloth beside him and flipped it open with a practiced flick of his fingers.

Wicked metal tools glittered in the light, the very sight of them made her want to bolt as he spread them open and used his fingers to shift through the pile. There were hooks that were curved strangely at the end, others were long and straight, all of them were sharpened and polished looking as he sorted them out one after another. He seemed intent on finding the right one as his one hand rested on her cunny lips. He didn't stroke her or tease, but the feathered fingers were just a warmth that spread along her loins, creating little fluttering curls in her stomach. They weren't comforting looking, even as she felt the fingers slipping forward to cup against her folds and press upwards while he went through the tools.

It was the press that drew the breath from her lips when the heat spread along her folds and began to sink in deeper. It didn't burn, but it was too warm to be natural, it made her squirm backwards, only to have the fingers follow her and two of them spread to separate her lips and hold her walls open wide. He didn't do it in a sensual way, it was more clinical, but it was more disturbing that way as she felt herself exposed to his touch, the heat building and spreading over the edges. Her breathing became faster, rapid little pants that she was helpless to stop, they caught in her throat until she realized that the finger tips and the small claws were glow red against her mound.

"What are you doing?!" Ritcha got the words out, high and panicked, a tone that no noble should use when addressing such a being, but she couldn't stop them.

"My job."Serrick answered before picking up one of the silver tools and his glowing finger tips ran right along either side of her vulva.

It burned, a moment that had her letting out a harsh cry of shock as it was painful, but not in a traditional sense. It swelled her mound with blood and swelled the lips open, her vent spreading wider to reveal the inner labia as she reached back and scrabbled against the leather. It was pleasure, almost orgasmic, the sudden roll of it came from no where and ripped through her body so she didn't know how to deal with it. She felt the blood flushing through her outer lips, her interior body, her clit beginning to perk up and grow plumper as she bowed her back up from the ground and opened her jaws in a rough cry that erupted from her.

Her internal muscles began to contract and squeeze around nothing at all. She couldn't stop herself from twisting back and forth in place as the glowing finger tips slipped forward and caught one side of her labia and tightened on it. Her eyes snapped open at the pinch, her breathing coming to a stop as she sucked in a breath and held it as she felt the intimate grip on her too sensitive flesh Too late she remembered just how enhanced the phoenix was for the pleasure of women he was servicing, it went beyond a simple male member for

them.

The phoenix wasn't watching her reactions to his touch, he was lifting one of the silver tools up, the only one watching her was the dragon. He was continuing to get ready for whatever event he was going too, but his eyes were always resting on her, admiring what was being done to her. It was some part of a larger game that she didn't understand, she only knew it humiliated her, but the humiliation could be pushed aside. Humiliation had

to be pushed aside and changed into fear as she watched the silver tool being drawn down between her legs and her vulnerable swollen labia. She tensed and jerked backwards, but that was her first mistake.

The phoenix gripped his fingers down harder and the edge of his nail bit against her folds while squeezing down harder, pulling backwards a touch to draw the labia taut. She was wrong, she should have demanded more money for this, what had seemed like something vaguely uncomfortable now felt terrifying as she was faced with the wickedly sharp tool. It was a simple straight needle that was normal until one got all the way to the base and saw a secondary hook. The secondary hook was latched onto a thick looking silver ring which she could only assume was what was going to be pierced into her labia. It wasn't a smooth ring, it seemed to have some sort of cross hatching to it that she saw in passing.

"I would hold very still, Miss, if you struggle you might tear." Serrick spoke up as the needle was brought down to nearly nestle against her exposed labia.

"I... I don't know if I can do this." She stammered out, the fear tinging her tone, but it only drew her master's attention.

"Then by all means, you may be dismissed." Weranth trilled out as if he didn't care. He likely didn't care, how could he care if he could find another person to do this too?

Ritcha attempted to keep her attention on her goal, but it was a hopeless attempt as she felt the cold metal tip press against her labia. She had only a moment of recognizing that it was there before the free hand pressed against her smooth scaled stomach and there was a sudden stab of pain. The momentarily pressure before the golden dragoness spread her muzzle in a shriek of pain as the needle stabbed through her fold and pushed all the way through. It hurt, it stung, it burned, it was worse than anything she had ever experienced and it happened all at once. Tears sprang up to her eyes as she kept her self still as the needle was pulled all the way through until the thicker ridge of the hooked end tugged through the freshly pierced opening.

She didn't care that she heard the prince rumbling with interest, she didn't care he was looming over her as he was drawn to the sight of her body being impaled on the new ring. The phoenix didn't do more than pat her stomach a touch before the ring was drawn through and she felt the curve and the cold edge of metal resting along her inner folds. The throbbing pain didn't end, it kept aching, making the area feeling even more swollen than it had before, and then the ring was being unhooked from the needle and sealed shut. She was soon aware of the texture intimately, the slight cross hatching making sure that it was dragging and raking against her nerve riddled flesh.

The raw wound was enough to make her want to scream for him to stop, she bit her lip, fangs sinking in as she was treated to the ring being moved back and forth. It wasn't simply to shift it, it was a deliberate attempt to make sure that she felt every stroke tugging through her. The swollen flesh was sensitive to the smallest deviation even past the pain as the fingers stroked and massaged right along her inner walls. The touch gently lingered, fluttering caresses that brought her gasping out short breaths and trying to stifle soft helpless whimpers. She didn't want to whimper, she didn't want to show how badly it

hurt or what he'd done to her caused any sort of pain, but they still escaped her lips no matter how she tried to stop them.

The fact that he had used magic to enflame her walls made it worse for her, made her experience every throb and ache of her violated flesh. The beating of it fluttered against her chest constantly. He didn't hesitate to reload the needle again as his fingers moved to the opposite side of her cunny, grabbing the plush soft lip again and drew it taut. She whimpered, her eyes squeezing shut as the whore ran the sharp tip down. It was directly across from the first piercing, but he did it swiftly, not hesitating at all. He wasn't trying to make this easy on her, he was just doing his job as it needed to be done, no matter that she was letting out weak frightened noises.

The needle struck again, the harsh stab of it tearing through her skin and sinking past the nerves without a care for the shriek she let out as the pain struck again. She felt like the skin was being drawn taut with the forced arousal as the needle pushed through smoothly all the way through with a drag that soon pulled the needle all the way to be latched into place. It wasn't a small hoop, they both felt so large as they hung to either side of her puffy inner lips, pulling at the aching wounds as she shuddered in place. It wasn't a tremble of fear, it was pure pain that made her body ache as Serrick reached down and rubbed his fingers right along the freshly inserted rings.

"Are these how you wished them, sir?" The avian asked Weranth submissively, the feathers rousing up slightly.

"Yes, they should be large enough." The stormy colored drake was dressed in formal accruements, looming over her to critically look between her legs. "Nicely placed. I will want the clit as well as the hood, one piercing only though, draw them together."

"You said only the clit." She panted out, tears rolling along the corners of her lips as she felt every throb with increased pain.

"So I did, but the clitorial hood is undoubtedly part of the clit." Weranth argued back neatly and gestured with a large paw. "Make sure it is tight, every time she gets aroused, I expect that ring to go tense."

"Of course." Serrick chirred and suddenly leaned forward, parting his beak wide as if he were about to reach down to lick her.

Her clit was caught and pulled by the fingers, drawn between her folds as she tried to squirm backwards, the movement slipping her over the leather padding, but a massive paw dropped down to block her from getting away as the phoenix began to pull and caress lightly along the nub, pulling it out, teasing and rolling. It was swollen feeling, sensitive in a way that her lips were not, the tight bundle of nerves were being assaulted with light teasing pulls as a paw reached down and suddenly draped right along the rise of her breasts and chest, pressing her down against the bed as his triangle shaped head was fixated on what the phoenix pulling at the swollen nub while the glittering hook was drawn

in closer.

The toes curled along her chest, flexing lightly as the prince was fixated on what the phoenix was doing, even as she struggled and tried to retreat, squirming her hips backwards. The fingers pinched harder against her clit, rolling it back and forth, the light touch sending another sensation of heat spreading over her. The draw pulled along the bud, sending a shudder running down the length of her spine, the caress polishing over her and pulling up to where the hood covered the plumping nub, his other fingers spreading to either side and catching right along her freshly pierced labia and spread them open wider. She could feel the cool breeze against her sleek folds as the fingers pushed up against her clit and the sharp metal tip touched right against the underside.

"Are you rethinking?" Weranth murmured down at her, his eyes challenging her while Serrick teased her, taunted her with the touch of the metal hook. "Perhaps you have earned enough?"

"No." She gave the short clipped answer, her entire body tensed up, she could do this, she had already been pierced twice, she could do it just one more time. She had no doubt she could do it, she grabbed the thick foreleg.

"Oh my dear little whore, you and I will have great times together." The prince's words made her feel filthy, wrong, just what he was calling her. A whore.

The hook suddenly pushed against her clit and she cried out, the shrill sound burst past her throat as she felt the sharp metal sliding through her skin. The pain was sharp and immediate, eyes watering with tears as the only thing that kept her in place was the paw on her chest as Serrick drew the needle up and through. She felt the pain sending a stab right along her lower belly, the line right towards the dimple of her navel. She kicked out her legs, her tail snapped and hit the feathered creature that tormented her. The slip of the metal pulled itself all the way up and through the freshly made hole, her talons dug into the hard scaled foreleg, crying out again as the start of the ring pulled through her clit. She kicked again, hissing out and trying to stop the urge to scream, her jaws tightening shut as the prince watched her loins. He was enjoying a show, the fact that she was easily able to see by the heavy girth that was hanging down along his loins, thickening as he watched the ring being secured through her clit.

It was textured as well as the heavy ring was drawn through, pulling from the bottom all the way out of the top as she writhed, every pull a new spike and sting of pain, burning sensations that took her breath away and made it hard to keep herself in place. She swallowed a noise before the fingers turned the ring through her clit, pulling at it, the weight of it resting against her aching cunny lips, all of the rings just barely brushing against one another, the weight hanging from her interior labia, the other one pulling on her swollen clit. Her breathing came out in short bursts, her eyes tightly closed while the feathered hand reached up to cup against her cunny lips lightly, the phoenix chirring softly as the rolled against the rings lightly.

"Stop..." She panted out, the shallow breath burst free as the fingers caressed in a slow pull that had her walls contracted, pain spiking through her. "D-don't touch me."

"Does it hurt?" Weranth trilled down at her, his regal head with the jewels glittering along the decorative armor plate. "Tell me, little slave, does it ache?"

"Yes.... Sir." She hissed out, and then let out another high pitched shrilled sound as the Serrick's fingers hooked on one of the rings and gave it a pull, pain lancing through her stretching skin.

"Good.." He rumbled and lifted his head. "Heal the wounds, boy, and bring me the chains. My little whore has more money to earn this night."

The paw on her chest lifted up and brushed right up along the line of her chin, stroking lightly with one toe, the claw tip curling right along the edge of her cheek. She was forced to look up at him, flinching at every touch of the phoenix's fingers on her aching cunt, the rings feeling far larger than she knew what they were. What did he need chains for?

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Weranth admired the piercings that decorated his little slave, his eyes pinning down sharply as he watched her flinch at the lightest touch against them. It wouldn't take long for the phoenix to heal her, Serrick was quite good at his position and would continue to strive to maintain that good reputation. It meant that the phoenix was not being used to service the upper class the way he had before, he could practice his art and not be abused. Weranth had hired him on when word of court had spread that he was quite good at piercing, but better at healing afterwards. It wasn't simply that he healed swiftly, it was that he could heal to specific points as required, but it never healed all the way immediately.

_Father has no use for him. _ Weranth thought smugly as Ritcha writhed and twisted in place as the aching holes were sealed and new skin began to grow.

That's how he'd met the phoenix, his father had shown interest in taking him on for the army as a healer, but as the phoenix could never solidify his healing perfectly he was dismissed. There was a niche in those that liked pain for him, no one enjoyed the long healing process between a new piercing and being able to enjoy it, having it mostly healed was even more appealing to the audience that had tastes like his own. A slave with a fresh piercing was useless to enjoy it unless a Master wanted to cause permanent damage, but mostly healed, they could play with immediately. As long as the phoenix was given food and board, he plied his trade happily, no longer fucking lazy older dragoness' who wanted him to act like a young beau.

Ritcha fell back against the bed, her chest rising and falling as he saw the phoenix lift his fingers away, the lips now holding rings that would have easily fit on her fingers. They stood out, there was no tucking them or hiding them in her vent, anyone who so much as glanced at her would be able to see that she was obviously claimed. He thrummed to himself softly, flicking his tail back and forth before moving his paw and looking towards the fiery avian who was continuing to go through his bag. They would need the especially made light chains for them, and he would need to find a fitting reward for the phoenix. Perhaps he would allow the avian to make sure of Ritcha, she was quite comely, though he knew that the bird didn't particularly have a strong drive for females.

He knew the phoenix preferred male partners, mostly because he frequently used the little avian when he had a particular itch to attend too. Serrick had been broken from the time he had hit his teens and his body modified for women to use, the only time he really cam with an amount of pleasure was with a male or with a female that could be made to appear male. He had watched Ritcha while he worked, his eyes so beautifully angry and victorious at marring a noble body, he wondered just how deep that hatred went. It would be quiet arousing to see two whores fucking for his pleasure, especially when one had so very much pride left in her. She still felt shame, how silly of her to imagine she would have an ounce of pride left when he was done with her?

"I have an event tonight that I must attend." He began to speak in a bored tone. "It is my cousin's knighting celebration, one that I am forced to attend so that I might represent my Lord Father. You will be joining me for the event."

"I would happily join you, Master." Ritcha looked pale, her gold coloration more a faint yellow as she tried to keep her legs splayed to keep from disturbing the rings.

Weranth reached up and shifted the heavy plate that covered his chest and let it fall back easily against his scaling, his eyes narrowed slightly as he kept his eyes on her. His cousin was little more than a cowering snake that had never done a single thing in his life of any note besides be born to his Aunt and an old noble that his father had married the woman off too. Weak and pitiful, the beast was hardly worthy of the knighthood, but his father would not allow any of the Imperial line to go without some sort of title, something to show their worth. Not that Echilion would appear at the event, no, it would be up to Weranth to represent the banner as he always did, but this time he was going to enjoy himself. It was time for the old drake to know that he was not going to continue being a puppet for long.

If it had been for one of their strong supporters or allies he would have behaved as befit the heir to the Empire, but this even would be a farce. The only people to attend would be low level nobles that clung to his cousin in the hopes of a chance at claiming marriage. There would be no powers, nor anyone to impress upon that he should rightfully rule. They would fawn and coo over him, they would treat him generously and with such subservience that he would be bristling by the end. "Would you like a drink, sir?" "Would you like your claws polished?" "May we offer you our daughters? Our sons?" "May I hold your cock as you piss, sir." His vision reddened with the idea of what he would have to deal with. He could be angry, but anger and snarling only ensured that they would try to placate him and that was somehow worse. His father deemed he must attend until the evening hour and so he would, but he would not go alone, nor would he miss an attempt to

train his lovely little pet noble.

_And I need to stretch the girl if I'm to keep her alive after I've fucked her. _ He thought and

watched the glittering silver chains being withdrawn.

Ritcha hadn't been tested yet, he could have fucked her right here and now, impaling her, he even entertained the idea, but he had more than enough ideas to keep her around. This one in particular was a favorite, one that he had gotten from an old story he had read in the library about a gryphon who had been given his choice of treasure if only he could fly it from one end to a valley to the other, if he failed he would be executed. It had been entertaining to read, something that he amused himself with in many fantasies on what a female could be coerced into doing, but now he had the answer in the little gold dragoness at his claws.

She was beautiful and trembling, virginal in all ways, and he would not spoil that virginity on simply his shaft, it would be a waste. He had to mold her to his own desires and to do so he would make sure that her body become the receptacle of something

"You will be given a jewel to carry for the ceremony, one that I myself will provide, it will be your job to hold it for me until the very end." He announced with an easy flip of his wings. "It is traditional that a newly knighted noble be given a gem for his breast plate and it will be....enjoyable for my cousin to receive one from such illustrious loins as your own."

"What?" Ritcha's tone hardened, her eyes snapping to glare at him, but he only allowed a lazy smile to part his features, taunting her.

~ ~ * ~ ~

"I will place a jewel inside of you, fear not, I will not allow it to be lost, I have chains to hold it inside of you safely." Weranth purred down at her, the dragon all but stretching out on the bed. "Of course, there will be caveats to your holding it, as well as negotiation on your price."

She was speechless. Ritcha had expected to be fucked any number of times, but he had not made a move to mount her, instead his mind was going to more devious places than she had anticipated. This was why she was doing it, but still took her aback as the dragon reached into the breast plate and pulled something out for her inspection. She forgot about the faint ache on her folds as she beheld the egg like sapphire that was glittering back at her. Not a chicken egg, but nearly the size of a goose egg, perfectly tapered into a tear drop with facets cut clearly into the face to give it the appearance of a dozen small mirrors to reflect the deep blue. It was flawless, perfect in every way, clear enough to see the scaled palm that cupped it carefully.

"If you carry this within you, without dropping it, from the time of the party to when it must be retrieved, I will give you to match it in size and perfection." Weranth thrummed seductively as he rolled the gem for her viewing.

"Two." She answered automatically, if she thought about it she might not do it, but seeing the gem rose a sense of avarice inside of her that she was unaccustomed to.

The gold and yet to picked necklaces she had already earned were all nebulous in her mind at the moment, she hadn't picked or held them, but this jewel was proof of just how much wealth he was willing to offer up to her. It was a large jewel, but not so terribly large that couldn't be able to handle it, it was thicker than her fingers, but that meant nothing. A dragoness laid eggs twice the size, maybe three times the size, and laid several at a time, it would be uncomfortable, but she had little doubt she could do it. She licked her lips and glanced up to see the drake smiling down at her, the tips of his teeth showing. Something brushed her freshly pierced cunny lips and made her cry out in shock as the phoenix drew one up from her body.

"Agreed." Weranth flicked his tongue out and suggestively licked the jewel. "I am sure that you will be perfectly lovely as a jewel bearer."

"Aa...ahh..." She gasped in a breath as the fingers on her rings flexed a little further, and her eyes were drawn towards the phoenix again.

He had healed her, true, but healing her did nothing to stop the sensation of fingers touching something that was now pierced through her inner lining. It wasn't entirely healed either, it still ached, it felt bruised and made her breathing come in short bursts of fear when he moved for the other one and pulled it lightly. It was such a strange sensation, the elasticity of her skin helping to keep it from being too painful, but he was drawing on parts of her body that were never supposed to be pulled on! He didn't pull far, he only turned them so that texture dragged through her aching body experimentally as if checking to see just how well they were pushed inside of her. It was painful, but in its way it found vulnerable patches to caress over that made her twitch and swallow down soft groans. She almost stifled them, but in the end let out a soft whimpery sound that she hoped the prince would appreciate.

He didn't seem generally interested in her, his shaft remained entirely flaccid as he moved away to draw out a glittering length of silver chain, his attention was more clinical, but if she found little reason to take offense as Weranth stretched out beside her. He had decked himself well in his jewels, deliberately making sure that he cut a dashing figure, his paw lightly resting near her as he curled strangely around her form. There was reason enough to admire the handsome drake beside his title and wealth, she could fault none who approached him in the hopes of being made his bride. His handsome appearance didn't mask the cruel glitter in his eyes as he watched the avian unstring the chain and begin to work it through her new piercings.

His cock was pushed out of the sheath entirely, the position he put himself in meant that it was quite close to her, the length of it throbbing and showing off every inch of the virile flesh. It was hard not to stare at it, it was impressive by any standards, and she was not unmoved by the fact the heir to the Empire was flaunting just how he aroused he was by the sight of her body. It was almost as if he were inviting her to touch him, the rich scent of him running into her muzzle while he swung his head up high above her so she lost some of the light to see what Serrick was doing with the chain.

Ritcha tried to watch what he was doing, but seeing the chain made her stomach flutter nervously. She had never held anything in her body before, only her fingers now and again and the fact that chain was involved made her wonder just what would happen if she lost her grip. It would surely catch on the chain before it hit the ground, all of the weight of the jewel would be put on her aching piercings before it could be damaged. Just thinking about it made her suck in a breath and tense up while the jewel was handed to the phoenix who spread out the chain for her examination.

It was split into four pieces that she could see, linked together with smaller versions of her piercings, light enough that it tangled about. One of the chains had multiple strands woven together to form a net that the perfect tear dropped shaped sapphire was slipped into to cradle it. It wasn't smooth at all, the links were easily defined from one another, hooking through and over so that she was left swallowing as she realized that it wouldn't simply be holding the jewel that would be the problem. It was going to hurt, the openings of the

chain net were barely larger than her scales, and there were nearly a dozen of them, each one would chafe and abrade her flesh. The phoenix hooked a ring onto her clitoral piercing an she cried out as it stirred, rubbing through the nub and tugging against the interior flesh in such a way that she wanted to kick back to get away. She forced herself to turn it into a moan of desire.

"Ritcha..." Weranth rumbled her name as his head lowered, his breath hot against her lower belly, making her look up at the vibrant purple gem of an eye. "Let me disabuse you of any notion that our relationship is one of two lovers. I feel that you believe that you will be a lover that I wish to moan and cry out for me."

"Is that not what you desire in a partner..Master?" She asked and felt the thick piercings rubbing strangely as the phoenix used the attached chain to spread her vent open.

"I do not want a partner. You are my whore, a paid prostitute, you are not a courtesan or any such person of rank." He spoke coldly, but there was arousal there, she could feel the arousal as something slick ran along her shoulder from the bulbous cock. "You are bought and once you agree to a price you will have what I will done to you. I do not want false moans, if I do a thing that is painful, I wish to hurt you. Understand that what I want from you I have bought, and will not enjoy play acting. Once you agree to payment, I care not what you think or do or say save that I get what I paid for. If you enjoy or not, I care little."

Her cheeks burned, he didn't try to sugar coat it, he didn't even make it sound polite by any standards, and frightening to no little end as the dragon's head swung down and suddenly the breath ran along the line of her slit. The phoenix was locking the gem into the chains, but he didn't give more than a glance at the gem, that long thick tongue extended out and suddenly slathered against her aching cunny. The hot strands of saliva clung along the tip and pushed her vent roughly apart, deliberately rolling along the new piercings as he did so, making her cry out... and not in pleasure. It hurt when he rubbed against them, the push made her feel the bruised pussy lips being tugged about, his narrow tip curling up and around the one that ran through her clit.

"I did not.. agree.. to be paid for this!" She gasped out, her eyes watering slightly as the tongue pulled along the clitoral piercing, forcing her hips to rise up or else risk something tearing inside of her.

Weranth let out a rough laugh and pushed his tongue harder against the piercing and let it relax, rolling it so she felt the metal band pulling it's way through half healed flesh. She balled her fists up, her hands reaching up to push towards the head as hot saliva slathered over her, the drool building along the great tongue that rubbed upwards and forced her body to spread around him. She curled her toes and shoved, attempting to back away, but he used her clit like a leash to keep her in place. The moment she tried to evade him he drew it tight so she was left freezing in place, crying out at the way the lavished strokes of the tongue worked over her, dancing back and forth. She was nearly choking, trying not to cry when he pulled outwards again and she felt the cool chain falling down against her inner thighs.

The netted gem rested there, she could see it as the thick oral appendage dragged free of her clitorial ring and ran downwards to push its way along the opening of her tender virginal sex. He sampled her, flicking his tongue out several times as she hissed out in protest, trying to squeeze herself out from under the great muzzle. Even as she fought his paw moved to curl along her chest and pushed down against her. He held her like a bit of prey, something he might rip into if he were feeling hungry, but instead of teeth his long tongue suddenly wormed it's way into her opening to make her shriek out when her walls were stretched open.

"YOU DID NOT BUY THIS!" The cry came out with a choked sound, one of absolute shame that she was even finding that as her only protest. The tongue nudged in wetly, squeezing and catching along the inner passage before the slow drag backwards.

"Rrrrrrrrm, yes well, I did." He answered in a thick tone. "I must make you wet enough to fit the gem in, do I not?"

"I..." She snapped her jaws shut and then the tongue curled itself around the new clitoral ring and dragged it upwards, her hips arching high as she shrilled out.

"Perhaps the miss would do better to ask better questions about what she is selling." The musical voice of the avian chimed in, amused, not distressed at all at her loud protests.

"That is the first lesson a whore learns." The last was bitter.

Ritcha might have thought more of his commentary if the ring hadn't been rolled and the rough texture of it ran into places she had never dreamed. There were nerves there, not as easily stimulated as her tip, but there were nerves none the less that were being worked over to send a strange sensation through her lower belly. The tongue of the beast toyed with her new jewelry, the hot breath hammering against her, wrapping her in the heat as his painful yanks were punctuated with slow pushing penetrations that ran through her body as the tongue delved into her birthing channel and experimented with her. Stretching the skin open wider while untrained muscles struggled to accept him. It was wet feeling, damp and filled with the sound of wetness escaping over the edges as her body reacted to him.

How could she not? There was nothing she could do to stop that moment of pleasure that spiked through her, her heart hammered and fluttered against her chest as he force fed his tongue deeper into her and the beast began to move up above her. His cock hung down swollen and spilled a rush of precum onto her bare breasts, it ran over the edges and trailed towards her navel as his tongue pushed in deeper, suddenly stabbing hard enough to make her squeal out. Her body shuddered when he dragged out again, her cheeks hot red as she could see her own wetness coating the thick muscled appendage before he carefully withdrew and lavished the inside lining with the very tip of his tongue, crossing her reactions with pain and pleasure, assaulting her body with them as she drew in a rasping breath.

The tongue finally left, the strands of juices clinging to his muzzle as he used the deft tip to curl itself around the gem securely hanging in the nest of chains. As it lifted, she tensed, she felt the leash that joined her to the thing stirring and beginning to raise the piercings up, her fingers reached out and caught the broad head to squeeze. Just a thin bit of skin kept those rings to her body, she had no doubt that the chain would be stronger than her own flesh, he could easily jerk his head up and rip them free. She nearly choked on a moment of panic as he lifted his head up, raising the rings and pulling her vent together as they pursed tight from the pressure. She actually felt him rolling the gem in his mouth, the movements sending small vibrations thrilling down the length of the chains, drawing noises from her throat, rough hisses.

"Perhaps we should not continue this game, if we do, we shall be late to the ceremony." He slurred around the gem, some wetness spilling down the glittering length.

The broad head lowered again, the tongue extended out so she could relax, her breathing still coming in rapid pants as his tongue tip pushed its way downwards. The weight of the gem rested along the outside edge of her vent, coaxing her to spread her legs open wider in response as she felt the edges of the chain netting rattling and scraping against her piercings. The moment it began to press forward she steeled herself for what was about to happen, her stomach going tense, her chest tightening s the tongue slowly and steadily pushed its way against her. It was oddly shaped, cool feeling as the gem's inside facets brushed against her. She moved her hands away from the drake's hands and suddenly they were caught by a pair of feathered ones.

"Allow me, you don't want to risk yanking away." Serrick murmured softly, his voice almost musical, but the way he looked at her made her want to shrink away as he drew her arms out all the way back above her head where she couldn't use them to fight.

"I.." She started to say something, a protest, but the dragon suddenly rolled his tongue upwards and shoved the gem against her cunt with a powerful grind that stole the words from her.

Ritcha shuddered as the hard metal netting scraped through her inner folds and began to rasp their way inwards, pushjing and tugging along the inner folds and spreading them wider and wider. It wasn't smooth like the tongue, it wasn't rounded like her fingers, there were sharp points that bit into her while her vent was stretched open to wrap itself around the treasure. Her own wetness was mingled with the saliva, but it only helped so much with such an oddly shaped item that was nudging it's way into the ring of her passage. The phoenix pushed her hands down against the ground and held her still as the dragon used his tongue tip to nudge it forward slowly.

He could have stuffed it inside of her and just made it fit no matter how much it hurt, but he didn't, he explored with his tongue, darting with the pleasure of the soft length and the sharp sting of the edges of the jewel that began to sink into her. Her inner walls quivered and tensed, working their way up along the length of the thing that began to wedge deeper by the moment. The moment it began to hurt his tongue caressed her, catching the hanging chains to tease the piercing through her clit so she bucked slightly and twisted, her eyes squeezing tightly shut as she became only the sensations that he was using to abuse her body with. There was no escape from the tongue, or the humiliating moments where she felt pleasure as the soft tongue danced against her.

The chains caught against her skin, pinching in dozens of places, scraping and abrading her as she drew in a hissing breath before another inch of the jewel sank home, forcing her body to mold around it. The sharp angles dug into her flesh, scraping her, raising red marks as wetness pushed out of her passage in an attempt to make room for it. It was all wrong, her mind was screaming at her at how this wasn't supposed to fit inside of her, this was never meant to push it's way into the tender channel, but the tongue was forcing it. She had thought that the way it was shaped would be the most painful part, the small sharp edges of the facets, but the chain was the torment as it dragged through her body. Her flesh reddened as the small links chafed and rasped deeper, every small movement a torment as his tongue drove itself in deeper, body arching above her.

The tongue, that horrible tongue, confused and delighted her all at once as it began to lavish her with strokes and twists. The pushes and rubs ran through her passage with the steady press inwards, the thickest point of the gem spreading her open around it. She felt the sharp points kiss against her, a painful spike that had her hissing out and writhing as the paw left her chest and hot goopy precum spilled down onto her. She didn't try to escape, she couldn't, she remained pinned in place while the rolling tongue nudges and pushed the jewel inside of her, pushing past the edge with a wet noise that sent a shock shaking down the line of her back. Her body immediately did the worst thing it could do in that moment, it clamped down around the invader and forced it to press against her silky passage.

The chain bit and pinched, the sharp edges pressed inwards as the tongue rasped upwards, rolling against the rings. She had thought it would be easy, it was simply a small jewel, it hadn't been large at all, but now she was being given an up close glimpse of just how large it was. It felt like it was prying her open to the point her lips must be gaping, despite knowing the tongue was easily working over either side. She tried to push it out, the immediate need contracting down before a tongue tip nudged it past her snug muscles and forced it in deeper. Every time the chain links moved and shifted against each other they snagged small vulnerable parts of her skin and pinched it. Hundreds of small bites made her twitch and jerk, until they passed over the aching spot and she was rewarded with the tongue. Weranth worked it over the aching spots until she looked forward to be glutted with the thick appendage.

The scrape and drag became more painful the deeper it went, her body too tight, making the points dig in and bruise around the thing. The chain netting turned to the slender strands that were coaxed forward to drag over her soft glittering folds. The tongue kept spreading her, rubbing and soothing the pinched and hurt skin as the netted jewel nestled deeper. Her stomach cramped, it hurt, it ached, the way it was prying into her and abusing her tender passage she could barely think past it. It became so that the only pleasure she felt was the rolling of the smooth broad tongue that lavished with powerful strokes. It pushed in and drew backwards again, drawing wetness from her as she pulled at her trapped arms, her back arching slightly.

"Just a bit deeper, Miss, you shouldn't like it to fall." The phoenix all but whispered in her ear, her eyes opened to see him staring at the dragon, the heavy drooling length, an avid

glitter in his eyes.

He was enjoying her torment, some sick part of him, it made his touch repulsive as the Weranth suddenly stuffed his tongue deeper into her, the pressure building behind the chained jewel as it drove itself backwards. The harsh raking sensation sent her jerking hard enough that the chains caught on one of the dragon's serrated teeth. He drew the chain on her clit tight, it strummed and dragged the swollen nub out, lifting it from her body. The world went grey around the edges as she cried out, her jaws opening up wide in a silent scream as she felt her clit and the protective hood drawn as far out as it could go, everything ached, her body spasmed and she squeezed the jewel deep inside of her. She had no shame or pride as she pushed herself up against the muzzle, her legs wrapping against him, relieving the shock of the chain being drawn tight before it could get any worse.

Her body hurt, it was throbbing and pounding, every twitch of her internal muscles made sure that she felt the pressure of the chain digging against her, a constant torment against her sleek body, each throb a new sensation. Her breathing came out in shudders, the tongue was sliding from her slowly, withdrawing with a smooth stroke that tickled her inner passage tauntingly, pulling all the way free with a final slurping noise that made her flinch and close her eyes tightly. The clit ring was pulling on the hood of her clit, the sensitive nub swollen as far as it could go to create a faint ache as she swallowed a whimper when the tongue brushed over it, lavishing it with a mocking stroke.

"Now, my little jewel case, let us go and present your treasure to our newly made knight. I am sure my cousin will appreciate the care I have taken in the wrapping of you." Weranth's words were mocking. "And then after, perhaps Serrick can teach you some

tricks, after all, my new little whore needs to learn from the best."