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Fire of the Dragon (Rysmarin & Lilytania)

Rysmarin

Moon
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Oct 24, 2011
The dragon snorted hot steam, prowling the dusky plains as his tongue flicked out and his dark eyes scanned the surounding plains, the mountains and his den well behind him. He couldn't take it anymore... Year after year of restraint, of self-inflicted celibacy... He needed to find a mate before morning, or he felt he would certainly burst. He caught a scent on his tongue, and whipped his head in it's direction.

It was faint, and it certainly was not a dragoness... He paused in his steps, considering this for a moment before shaking his head. He knew exactly what he needed... As did his erect member, which twitched and bobbed in the the slowly cooling breeze. That need blinded him to all else. He dashed towards the small copse of trees the scent was eminating from, his speed and silence the envy of any hunter.

He was infinitely careful not to let whomever was inside notice his pressence... and he was bound and determined not to let her escape. He spotted her next to a small pond and barely stifled his predatory growl. He hid in the shadows and behind trees, expertly moving ever closer without a sound as he observed her form from behind. Whenever she moved, he moved with her, adjusting his angle of approach until, finally, he pounced. His significantly larger form easily knocked hers to the ground.

Now he growled out loud, his sharp teeth bare and his dark eyes barely slits. "Beware, woman... Make a sound now, and this will become infinitely more difficult for you." He stared at her face for a moment before drinking in the full extent of her body with his lust filled eyes.
 
Annabel had wandered away from her village. The young vixen enjoyed being alone out here in the wilderness, where no one would bother her. Her father had warned her against it, saying that she would be taken by dragons. She didn't believe him. She was safe from the dragons. The whole land was safe. She didn't think that anything would happen. Her father kept warning her, pleading her, but she barely listened. She only listened enough to convince him that she believed he was right.

Sure, she'd seen the damage done by dragons. She didn't like them and their power. She had a healthy fear for them, though she didn't think they were truly that bad unless provoked. She just wanted to believe that dragons were tame beasts, not willing to hurt other creatures.

She knelt by a pond, idly tracing her fingers through the water and watching the ripples that resulted. She smiled slightly, enjoying the view of her distorted image rippling and shimmering in the evening light. She had no idea what was stalking her. She couldn't even hear it, even with her large ears that seemed to collect every sound.

When something pounced on her, pushing her to the ground, she yelped in surprise, looking up with wide eyes when she saw a dragon above her. She shook her head and began to squirm, trying to push him off. Her long dress thankfully covered her body, but that didn't mean that he couldn't easily rip away her clothes. She began to cry out for help. She wasn't sure what was happening, and she didn't wish to find out.
 
The dragon handled the vixen's struggles with no effort as he grasped her head and maw in one large hand, grinding it into the slick grass just beside the water. When she tried to cry out, he squeezed her mouth shut tightly between his thumb and fore finger and growled deeper. "I warned you... but now, you're mine." His free hand went to the back of her dress. He grabbed the neck of it and tore it off roughly. It took him mere seconds to completely rend the garment from her form, leaving her fully exposed to him.

He smirked, tilting his serpentine neck around to get a good look at her breasts and ass, then he roughly grabbed her tail and pulled her rump up into the air. He spread her legs with his knees as he reached around and started to roughly grope her breast. His tongue whipped out as he leaned around the other side. It wrapped around her other nipple, massaging and pulling it as easily as his fingers did the first.

Without warning, his tail came up between her legs and started rubbing up against her outer lips, parting them slowly, the smooth, leathery flesh on the underside of his tail dragging lightly across her clit. All through the beginings of his rough, frustrated ministrations, his large rod hovered less than an inch away from her womanhood. It radiated heat, waiting impatiently to ravage her depths...
 
Annabel wailed as he pinned her to the ground roughly and made sure to shut her mouth. The vixen struggled, her ears flattening, and shook her head. She felt his fingers grip her dress, and the garment was soon gone from her body, leaving her exposed and shivering fearfully. She whimpered and thrashed beneath him. Her tail jerked and flopped unhappily, and her ears were pressed firmly to her head. Low growls and whimpers escaped her throat, like a frightened animal.

As he began to touch and rub the young virgin, she twisted and wailed more fervently. She was much too far from her village to be heard, and no one came this way, fearing dragons, of course. She kicked at him, and his knees separated her legs to give him access to her untouched nether lips. She was a good girl like her father wanted, and she hadn't made love to anyone or been raped. She wailed fearfully, not wanting all of that to be taken away. She could be punished if her future husband found out on that first night that they make love.

She screamed and kicked, trying to free herself. She could feel his hot member hovering near her entrance. She was growing slowly wetter, and it scared her. "Let me go!" she cried, not caring if he got angry with her for talking. "You can't do this to me!" Thankfully, half-breeds were rare, so she at least wasn't really risking a baby out of this. She could only hope he stopped, or someone found her. She elbowed him and tried to run, but he held onto her tightly, still rubbing.
 
Still entirely unfazed by the squirming of the creature in his iron grasp, the claw gripping her head slapped her hard. His growl was deep, menacing, and angry as his tongue released her nipple and he brought his maw to her ear. "I will not release you... No, you belong to me now. But I can and will fuck you senseless." The member poised at her entrance prodded her slightly as his tail continued to work her clit.

His hands latched around her throat and tail, making sure she couldn't move or yell as he pressed harder and harder against her virgin hole with his manhood. Slowly, inch by inch, the thick length plunged into her. He took his time, reveling in the feel of her tight insides stretching to accommodate his massive member until the entire thing bottomed out inside her, pressing against her deepest depths. All the while, his tail never stopped working her sensitive button, in fact onlly rubbing it faster the deeper he penetrated her.

Shivering slightly at the feeling, he waited a few seconds before pulling out a little faster than he'd pushed in. When only the tip was left inside, he pushed back in viciously, starting up a ferocious tempo that pounded at her deepest depths without remorse. Steam rose from his nostrils as the cool night air began to set in, and the rays of the sun finally died away. The dragon remained unaffected by the temperature, his own internal fire more than sufficient to warm himself and the air around him.
 
Annabel cried out in pain when he slapped her. She looked up at him with wide eyes, her own canine growl sounding her throat. She struggled and thrashed as he spoke to her, and she shook her head, howling in frustration. She shook her head, feeling his member press against her virgin entrance. She wailed and thrashed desperately, before he clamped down on her throat and tail, earning a yelp like an injured animal. She snapped her teeth at him, trying to free herself, but he didn't release. He slowly pushed in, and she whimpered and struggled in pain. She was stretched impossibly, whining and whimpering. When he finally bottomed out, she was trembling from the pain, as well as the pleasure as he rubbed her clit fervently.

He began to pound into her, and she howled and struggled beneath him. It hurt so much to have her virgin slit pounded by such a large beast. She growled ferally, twisting beneath his weight. She was at least warm, as his body warmed hers. She narrowed her eyes and growled, unable to scream due to his clamp on her soft throat.
 
Unnaffected by her struggles, the dragon pounded away at her hole. He never released his iron grasp upon her neck, even as his hand tugged at her tail, forcing her to push back on him as well. He started to pant, grinning as his body heat slowly began to escalate. His eyes glinted wickedly as he leaned down towards her once more. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He chuckled. "Here,,, Let me help."

He carefully clamped his jaw upon her neck, mindfull of his many sharp teeth, but still applying about the same preasure his hand had. His slick tongue swirled around the nape of her neck and her collorbone, carresing it inside his maw's firm grasp. His now free hand moved down to continue teasing her breasts and nipples, as his tail attentively worked her clit more fervently than ever. The cruel, primal state of his mind was attempting to drive her fragile body over the edge, force her cum on his draconic member.
 
Annabel struggled as the dragon thrust into her, stretching her open immensely. She shook her head and whimpered, feeling her insides stretch more than she thought she ever could. He held onto her tail and assaulted her clit and soon her breasts. She groaned and shook her head, still struggling. Why wouldn't he let her go? She didn't do anything to deserve this, to deserve to be kidnapped and raped by a dragon. As he began to tease her more fervently, she wailed loudly. "No!" she cried. She was already close. He would feel her body tense and tingle, before she finally arched her back and came like he wanted. She whimpered quietly. "Please let me go home."
 
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