A Mean's to an End (alakazam and I)

[Deiranoth]

Dragons: A powerful bestial race thought by mortals to be immortal. A rather common misconception as to their lives are extraordinarily long, even to the standards of the long-lived elves. Masters of magic and lovers of treasure, it's worth the robber's very life to raid a sleeping dragon's lair and abscond with even the smallest portion of their often substantial treasure hoard. This dragon was no different. A young Blue Dragon of 3 centuries, just a young Wyrm, made a small village of Canderoth a part of his territory, lording over all the denizens there. Making his home in a sheer cliff outside in the arid Geerino Desert, he stayed just close enough to work his illusory magic on the town, delighting in torturing them with imaginary raids, making them drink sand believing it to be water, and using his lightning breath to destroy their crops and livestock. He took delight in their suffering, but that was soon going to change.

Over the 20 years of his rule, he eventually became complacent, arrogant even that there would be nobody that would contest to his power. He was wrong. Sending their plight to a group of roving dragon slayers, they came and laid a trap outside the town with a herd of cattle. When he attacked them, several ballistas fired their bolts at him, taking him by surprise. Wounding him, he wasn't able to concentrate on his spells and he was harried by many flights of arrows, forcing him to leave. Angry, he licked his wounds and sought retribution, but as soon as he left, a barrier spell was erected over the town, held in place with 8 crystal staves put in place around the perimeter of the village, preventing anyone that didn't have human blood from crossing the boundary. Severely chagrined, he vowed that he would find a way around that barrier and take back that village.

That was a century ago and much has changed for the village. The population growth brought about by it's magical barrier, the threshold was extended to twice it's original size, replacing the 8 crystal staves with 12 large black crystal towers, making it a more permanent fixture and thus turning it a bustling city. Because of the protection from all sorts of fell beasts, the city was soon called the Jeweled Eye, a tranquil city perpetually sitting in the shadow of the dragon that it ousted. The city has almost forgotten about the dragon that once held her under his claw. The dragon, however, didn't forget.

Remaining in his roost in a sheer granite cliff, he always kept an eye on the city, still nursing his wounded pride from losing it in the first place. "Jeweled Eye, humph." He snorted, sitting on his haunches, eyeing the city with anger still in his eyes.

"I can't believe I was so stupid to let these petty humans get the best of me. Now their barrier is the only thing keeping me from taking it. Well now the only thing that will cross it is one of their kind, a human." As soon as he said it, it finally clicked. Narrowing his eyes in glee, he finally figured out a way to circumvent the barrier. "I just need a human thrall to take the barrier down." Snorting, he looked back at his roost and then thought, "Now how am I going to lure them in." He then chuckled low in his throat, it sounding like a low rumble of thunder. "Of course, there's usually some enterprising robber eager to try and take my hoard. Instead of killing it, I'll capture it and break it." Laughing, he fluttered his wings and then stood up, cleaning his azure scales. He then thought silently about a plan and then flew up to the mouth of his cave. It was placed on a sheer granite cliff and over time he modified it to become a place of his own. Using his claws and breath, he tunneled several other holes around the cliff and networked them into a type of labyrinth, eventually leading it to his large hoard of gold and magical artifacts, enough to make a mage salivate in glee. The other mouths of the cave were not without some sort of protection. In each opening, he placed powerful spells that which when they're tripped, lightning erupts from the very rock and smotes the trespasser where he or she stood. Smirking, he winged down to one of the holes that sat on the dark end of the cliff, low to the ground and removed the spell of slaying, and replaced it with a spell of paralysis, strong enough to trap even an ogre, set to activate when the intruder came within sight of his hoard. Congratulating himself on the cleverness of the trap, he winged himself back up to the summit of his cave and touched down, curling up like a cat and laying his tail over his eyes, falling asleep.

The trap was set, and now, all he has to do is wait.

 

[alakazam]

Delia was young and foolish, which was the main reason she was climbing up to one of the many openings to the dragon's cave. She believed she could get in and get out easily. While her skill set did lead to many successes the woman was very unaware of the danger that lie ahead. Her faith was placed too heavily in herself. She was fast, flexible, and quiet, which had allowed her for many years to steal and evade capture.

While not always someone who needed to steal to survive, the sudden death of her parents had forced her out into the world, and rather than selling herself she forcefully carved her own path, becoming a thief as a way to live. She was acrobatic and skilled with a few weapons. Over the years she had even picked up a few spells that aided her, though she considered herself far from a mage. Delia just knew enough to get by and survive.

However today she had chosen to exceed what she needed and go for what she wanted. What she wanted was some of the dragon's gold. She had heard of the stories of the town and figured the dragon was less of a threat now, knocked down a few pegs from such a humiliating defeat. He was probably a much easier target to steal from she was sure of it. And it was her overconfidence that would ruin her.

As she reached the opening she ventured inside, and not to soon after hit the spell. The next thing she knew she was on the ground of the cave. Her knife had fallen from her hand, her brown hair spilled around her, and her green eyes stared into the darkness where she could just make out what looked like a room of gold. But here she was, stuck on a cave floor, rather then in there.

Panic quickly set in, as she knew it was only a matter of time before she was found.

 

[Deiranoth]

The Blue Dragon was dreaming of the day he would take Canderoth back, where he would delight in watching them suffer even more than before. Thinking about slowly destroying it bit by bit from the inside, an odd thing for his kind to think since Blue Dragons are more akin to tyrannical rule rather than utter destruction. He had one of the dragon slayer's in his teeth, flailing about weakly to try and dislodge himself from his maw. He was about to bite down on the man, ending his life when he felt his trap sprung. 'Ah, it's time.'

Dragging himself from his slumber, he stretched out on the warm granite and shooting out his breath weapon, a bolt of lightning erupting from his maw with a peal of thunder, "It's time to greet my guest." He said aloud, chuckling low in his throat. He purred in delight, as giddy as a hatchling with his first mouthful of meat as he walked on his paws into his cave, his talons clacking like little hammers on the stone floor. It took every ounce of restraint to keep himself from running to his quarry, deciding to relish in the thought of how terrified his captive is at how helpless he or she is.

Eventually, he made it to his treasure hoard and smiled at it. The room is dome shaped from his efforts to make it large and comfortable enough to fit both his treasure and himself now and in the future. The roof reaches high up even by dragon standards with only a small hole to let the light in and nothing else, the walls were polished smooth by him rubbing up against it to satisfy his need for a home. It resembles a little bit like what the inside of an egg would look like. The center of the room is where he keeps his hoard. Predominated by gold, a whole manner of scrolls, swords, staves, and even paintings is included in the hoard, squashed flat on the top where he normally lays himself on, luxuriating in the feel of it against his scales. Truly a maginificent hoard, but that's not where he was looking. He was looking at the edge of it, at his quarry.

Chuckling, he eyed his prey and saw what it was, it was a human female. He shuddered in glee as now he has something even better for his plan. Walking across to her, his talons making tinkling noises against his gold, he lowered his head and looked her dead in the eye with his topaz eye, asking, "And just what were you trying to do, little morsel?" He then removed the spell from her mouth, granting her the ability to speak, but nothing more.

 

[alakazam]

This was awful. She was completely stuck, no where to go and nothing she could do to help herself. Delia couldn't even scream; she couldn't voice her fears. All she could do was lie there, her weapon within reach, but with no way to defend herself.

And then she heard the dragon coming closer. Though she was immobilized tears came to her eyes and silently rolled down her face. It was the only thing that showed her fear. With each step the dragon took her stomach became more knotted and she wondered how quick her death would be when he found her. Would he be quick and merciful? Or would he prolong her death and watch her suffer? The possibilities were endless.

As he found her she took a deep breath and attempted to stop her crying. Her entire body was trying to work against the spell, to move, to escape. When he released the spell from her mouth it felt like such wonderful relief, but her fear increased tenfold as he came closer to her, even lowering his head to her level. The tears which had briefly stopped came again. "I...I...was....I was mistaken..." She could speak now she realized...which meant perhaps she could save herself. Her next words were a spell that pushed her body away from the dragon. She slid for perhaps fifty feet before coming to a stop. Delia had hoped that distancing herself from where the spell had gotten her would cause it to wear off but she had no such luck. The woman was still stuck, and now she had probably angered her captor further.

 

[Deiranoth]

The terrified tears that ran down his captive's face made him thrum in glee, thinking that he found a weak-willed woman. However, when he removed the spell around her mouth, he didn't expect her to try and get away from him. The sight of her sliding across the floor angered him a bit because he wanted his prey to beg for her life. This wasn't going to do at all. Snorting in anger, he took 4 steps towards her and used the back of his paw to topple her over, putting her flat on her back. With that, he placed his paw above her with one of his talons dreadfully close to her pale neck.

Clicking his tongue in frustration, he uttered angrily, "And just what was that all about, little morsel? Were you trying to get away?" Leaning down, he blew hot air out of his nostrils into her face, growling deep in his throat, "You shouldn't have tried to flee from me. There is no way for you to escape my spell. Only the most powerful of mages can compete with a dragon in that territory and from the look of you, you're no mage."

Curling his lip, he exposed rows of sharp, pointed teeth and growled again, letting her know just how close to death she really is. Then, he closed his lips and looked at her with a glint in his eye, "If I didn't have plans for you, you would be dead right now."

Letting out a short chuckle, he leaned his muzzle down towards her ear and whispered into it, telling her just what' he has planned, "You're going to help me take that fair city of yours, little morsel."

 

[alakazam]

As he came upon her she could do nothing but let him lay her flat. There was something about that position that made her feel even more vulnerable. Her entire body was exposed now, and she felt completely at his mercy. Her eyes focused on his talon and she let out a quiet whimper. While her tears had ceased for the most part her fear was still evident.

Delia looked away as he spoke, not having anything much to say in return. She was sure pleading for her life would not do anything. As he blew into her face she winced, her entire body still working to try and get away, straining against the spell that held her.

The woman looked back as he growled and her eyes widened at the site of his teeth. They were so large and his entire being just seemed so huge. The impossibility of escape was crushing her, now even more so as she imagined what a great creature could do to her.

Then he said he had plans. Her expression changed from one of fear to confusion. "What?" she asked, staring at him almost incredulously, not entirely understanding what in the world he could want with her. At least until he elaborated. Even so, she couldn't see what she could do. Sure she could get into the city as a human, but did her expect her to take down the barrier. The crystal towers were heavily gaurded, and even someone as stealthy as her would have a great deal of trouble getting access let alone destroying them. "How...how do you expect me to do that?"

 

[Deiranoth]

The sight of his captive cowering in fear at him gave him even more of a charge. It was so delicious seeing his prey at his mercy. He always played with his food, but rather than eating her, he had something different in mind. Flicking his tail back in forth like an amused cat, he took his talon and hooked it at the top of her clothing, tugging it down and ripping her clothing, exposing her breasts.

He laughed at this and removed his claw, placing it back on the stone floor and he arched his head up in superiority, "After I break you, morsel. I'm going to turn you into my breeding cow. I watched that city and tested the barrier." As he spoke to her, he started to shrink, to a more manageable size. The size of his body would have prevented him from taking her. As he shrank, his body started to change. His front claws became hands, strong and deeply tanned, his back claws became bipedal, and his head changed shape, scales leaving until his hide became like a human from the groin up. All the horns on his head disappeared with the exception off a pair running along the sides of his head and the scales on the top of his head became azure hair. He had the appearance of a human/dragon hybrid. His eyes remained the same and the only thing that clothed him was a simple loincloth and then, it gave little to imagination about what was underneath it. Underneath it was his massive organ. Smiling, exposing his two rows of sharp pointed teeth, "And what I noticed is that while some elves and dwarves made it through, not all of them were able to. So it hit me, only those with human blood in their veins would be able to make it through." Laughing, he moved on top of her and pressed his lips against hers, "You're going to provide it in my offspring."

 

[alakazam]

Her eyes followed his talon as he moved it down, away from her exposed neck, and down to the top of her blouse. Her look of confusion did not leave her face as he tugged down, exposing her chest completely. She was fairly well endowed, and now that some of her baggy clothing had been pulled away it became more apparent that the woman had been blessed with a fairly curvaceous figure which would probably be all the better for what he had in mind.

She immediately hated his laugh. How smug he was, how confident. It made her sick, even more than she already was. And then he began to speak again and shrink to a creature more her size. Her expression changed once more, one to shock, fear, and worry. Delia did not know how to respond to something like that. He was sentencing her to a life of rearing his children all so he could get even and reclaim a city full of innocent people.

The worst part was she could not move. As he moved on top of her she could not wriggle away from his body, and she could not move her head away from his lips as he pressed them to hers. The only thing she could do was close her eyes. As he moved his lips she pleaded with him. "Please don't. I can't...I can't..." How could she be bound to him for life like this? Delia couldn't even begin to imagine what her days would now involve or what kind of horrendous children would grow inside of her.

 

[Deiranoth]

Her pathetic pleading brought a thrill of perverse pleasure through his body. Not only does she have the body perfect to be his breeding cow, but she's pleading for him not to do so. With a smile on his face, his member thickened and stretched his loincloth, pressing itself against her abdomen. His laughter echoing off the walls, he reached up to her breasts and started to knead them, the pliant flesh yielding to his touch, "Go ahead and cry for me, sweet morsel. It makes this all the more delicious. Besides, by the time you give birth to our first hatchling, you'll beg me to have this happen to you again."

Opening his mouth, he lets his long, slender tongue out of his mouth and leans down, licking the side of her face, tasting the salty sweat and tears intermingling with the sweet taste of her flesh. She tasted so good. With a smile, he chuckled, "You taste wonderful, my pet." His member continues to swell and soon rips out of his loincloth, exposing the blue phallus for her to feel. The size of it is enough to make a horse envious and he moves his hips up and down, rubbing it against her abdomen. He will soon take her and pour his hot virile seed into her womb.

 

[alakazam]

"No, no, no..." she continued as he spoke. Clearly he was reveling in her fear, and while she was giving it her best effort to not let the tears that were pressing at her eyes loose she couldn't hide her fear completely. Her body continued to strain against the spell, and she knew even if he lifted it she would probably be too exhausted to do much. However the fact that she could do nothing killed her. He had made her a prisoner of her own body. The woman could not even try to move away from his touches.

As his member swelled she whimpered. Even though he had shrunk she could not imagine that fitting inside of her. As he moved against her stomach she closed her eyes, unable to turn her head away from his gaze or his damn tongue. Pet? He had called her a pet. But it was clear that was all she was to him. A means to achieve his goals. A toy. A tool for breeding. That was what she had been reduced to. She wondered if she would ever have a chance to get away, or what would happen to her when he was done with her. At some point she would grow too old for this, and then what? Death? Who knew. All these thoughts moved through her head as she tried to avoid thinking about what was happening in the moment.

 

[Deiranoth]

With his member rubbing against her abdomen, a small trail of his hot pre-cum trailed along it, leaving transparent trails across her stomach. With one of his hands still kneading one of her breasts, he reached down and grabbed at the remaining article of clothing that's keeping him from his prize. Leaning down, he nibbled a little at her ear before grabbing at the cloth and ripping it off her body, leaving her stark naked underneath him. Tossing the ripped cloth aside, he reached down and started tracing circles around her bellybutton. Eager to take her and fill her with his seed, it took a lot of willpower to keep himself from doing so. He wanted to savor this moment.

Dragons rarely mated with mortals, perceiving it to be beneath them to mate with them. However, it's not completely unheard of to do so. Primarily the ones that mate with a mortal are generally the metallic variety, ones that respect mortals more than their chromatic cousins. However, unless there's magic in their veins, births from these couplings cause the mother to not survive. There is a spell that would rectify that, but it requires the mortal to be completely willing to be the recipient of the spell as it doesn't work on the unwilling. It does something drastic to them, it changes them.

This dragon, however doesn't care right now, he's eager to take this woman and break her. Make her his willing breeding cow. Looking at her fear-colored eyes, he smiles and lowers his member, rubbing the length across her slit. "You better be ready to accept it, my pet." He then reaches down and grips his member, lining it up to take her.

 

[Deiranoth]

With his member rubbing against her abdomen, a small trail of his hot pre-cum trailed along it, leaving transparent trails across her stomach. With one of his hands still kneading one of her breasts, he reached down and grabbed at the remaining article of clothing that's keeping him from his prize. Leaning down, he nibbled a little at her ear before grabbing at the cloth and ripping it off her body, leaving her stark naked underneath him. Tossing the ripped cloth aside, he reached down and started tracing circles around her bellybutton. Eager to take her and fill her with his seed, it took a lot of willpower to keep himself from doing so. He wanted to savor this moment.

Dragons rarely mated with mortals, perceiving it to be beneath them to mate with them. However, it's not completely unheard of to do so. Primarily the ones that mate with a mortal are generally the metallic variety, ones that respect mortals more than their chromatic cousins. However, unless there's magic in their veins, births from these couplings generally causes the mother to be forever changed, as the natural magic in the dragon's veins while growing in the mother's womb changes her at either the physical, or the spiritual level, making her a bit like a dragon.

This dragon, however doesn't care right now, he's eager to take this woman and break her. Make her his willing breeding cow. Looking into her fear-colored eyes, he smiles and lowers his member, rubbing the length across her slit. "You better be ready to accept it, my pet." He then reaches down and grips his member, lining it up to take her. He's all ready to take her and all he's doing is waiting for her to plead more for him not to do that.

 

[alakazam]

She winced as he bit lightly on her ear. Her whimpers continued as he rubbed his member against her stomach. A gasp escaped her lips when he tore away the rest of her clothing, and revealed womanly hips and the rest of her young figure. Even as he began to rub his length against her slit she kept her eyes closed, but her lips began to quiver, as it was clear she was frightened. The idea of being stuck with him as his breeding cow was terrible, and the fact that she could do nothing about it was even worse.

As he lined it up to enter her she whimpered again. "You're a monster," she said quietly, her closed eyes beginning to fill with tears again, as she knew this would most likely seal her fate. How would manage to escape if she was pregnant. He would surely be watching her carefully if she was holding his child inside of her. This was it. This was the end for her. Perhaps death would have been better.

 

[Deiranoth]

The sight of the terrified tears running down her face gave him the final charge he wanted to take her. Leaning down to nibble on her supple neck, he placed the end of his member and started pressing. The size of his member ,being what it is, prevented him from forcing it into her and the lack of wetness in her hole has only exasperated the struggle, only feeling her heat on the very tip of his member. Smirking, he let go of his member and went for her nub, rolling it between his fingers. He was determined to humiliate her by making her in some portion of her mind enjoy the treatment that she's getting at the hands of her captor. It was then that he deigned to give a response to her retort, "You might think me a monster, but in case you haven't noticed, you humans share the same amount of monstrous deeds as us. I mean your ancestors have forced unwilling creatures into a life of servitude. I'm only returning the favor with a little interest." He laughed, taking his hand off her breast and gripping her rear, giving it a squeeze as he tries to press himself harder into her center.

 

[alakazam]

It hurt. It hurt terribly as he tried to force himself inside of her body. She was so small in comparison to him, and his length was so large it made things only harder for him. The girl winced as he tried to get himself inside. For a moment she thought he may give up, but then she felt something unexpected. His fingers on her clit.

She bit her lip, a sudden pleasure running through her and almost overshadowing the pain. She blushed and her eyes opened, a look of anger at what he was doing. It felt good, which only made her feel awful as some part of her enjoyed the touch. His touch. The fact that it was his tainted it, but the feeling was till there. Delia couldn't rid herself of the pleasure. It was beneficial for him because as he worked she became wetter, a natural response from her body. "B-but...I have not been a part of those things. I don't enjoy others suffering. Why should I be punished?" she asked through heavy, angered breaths.

 

[Deiranoth]

When he saw her face flush from his treatment, he smiled and licked his lips, forcing a kiss yet again, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils. "Despite how much I hate you humans, you have the most delightful scent." Letting go of her nub, he ran his finger up and down her slit, enjoying the wetness. "You're being punished because your kind took away what was mine. Your kind decided that it had enough of my lordship and had me removed. No one does that to a dragon and lives." Grabbing his member, he moved it up and down her slit, coating a portion of it in her wetness and then resumed pressing inward. It took him a full minute of struggling before finally, with a wet squelch, the head of his member popped into her. He groaned in happiness and let go of his organ, teasing her clit once more to allow him further access to her treasured hole.

 

[alakazam]

She winced and grunted in anger when he forced another kiss. If only she could turn her head. As he spoke she frowned and looked away, embarrassed by the compliment and her own unwanted arousal. "Why should I be punished for my entire kind?" she managed to ask before he began pressing into her. She whimpered when he made it out and cried out, desperate for help or escape or anything. Then he began to give attention to her clit and she began to cry a little, hot embarrassed tears rolling down her cheeks as her body became more aroused.

 

[Deiranoth]

His member is only barely in his captor's treasured hole and the sweltering heat is sending ripples of pleasure through him. As he stared at her tears, he let go of his respective spots and grasped her hips, arching his back and started drilling his member inside of her. Despite his size, he is getting deeper and deeper into her womb, slowly sinking inch by lovely inch.

When he reached 4 inches inside of her, he finally answered her question, "Because you epitomized human arrogance, young human. By thinking that you would be able to steal my treasure, your hubris is what brought you here to become my breeding cow. Now it's time to accept your punishment." Leaning down, he draped his still present wings over the two of them and slowly started moving his member in and out of her, feeling the suction from it.

 

[alakazam]

The girl look terrified as he continued to press deeper and deeper into her. She had never felt something so large and the feeling was uncomfortable. What pleasure she did feel was masked by her fear, anger, sadness, and pain. He was merciless and as he spoke she frowned and looked away. What he said was true, but this punishment was surely not worth her crime. As his wings draped over them her frown deepened. The view, or what was left of it, of the outside world, or rather the light at the end of the tunnel was now gone. All she could see around her was him. His wings and his body. Nothing else. It was alarming.

"Are you ever going to undo the spell?" she begged in between grunts and groans as he pumped inside of her. All she wanted to do was be able to turn her head or anything. Delia didn't have the energy to struggle at this point.

 

[Deiranoth]

The short shallow thrusts that he made inside his captive were agonizingly slow. Despite her wetness, it was still absurdly tight to him. The velvety flesh around his phallus felt like to him it was either trying to push him out or accept more of him in. Looking down at where they're joined he finally saw just how tiny her opening was compared to him. Yet despite all this, he saw a light sheen on his member. Laughing, he thought of a way to further humiliate her. Letting go of her hip with his right hand, he traced a small symbol just above her mound, casting a spell he learned as a wyrmling from his dam, a spell that would numb the area to pain and nothing else. Chuckling, he replaced his hand and slowly started to release the paralysis spell, waiting to see her reaction as the other spell took hold. "The spell is gone, but I think soon you'll want to move, my pet."

 

[alakazam]

She tried her best to watch what he was doing, aside from his attempts to force himself deeper inside. He seemed to be doing something, perhaps releasing the spell. She seemed to be correct because after he spoke the feeling began to return to her body. Her limbs finally relaxed as they no longer had to strain against the spell.

But then the other sunk in. Suddenly the pain he was causing her was gone. She relaxed a bit as she had no pain to keep her tense, and slowly the pleasure began to overwhelm her. Delia shook her head and began to writhe beneath him, partly in pleasure and partly from struggling. "No no. What did you do?" she breathed out, placing her hands on his chest as she attempted to rid herself of this horrible man...dragon...beast. The last thing she wanted was for it to feel good and her face flushed in both pleasure and embarrassment.

 

[Deiranoth]

At the sight of the young woman writhing in unwanted pleasure, he flared his wings in arrogance, thinking how tortured she feels at the humiliation of enjoying the rape. At her question as to what he did, he let out a smoky chuckle, blowing hot air into her face, and with eyes slitted in glee, he replied, "I did nothing other than remove your ability to feel pain. I didn't want pain to get in the way of how your body's feeling, morsel."

The hands she put on his chest meant little to him as despite his changed form, his body was still strong and the flesh that was shown yielded little to her press, like marble. At this point, the head of his member swelled a little and more hot pre-cum oozed out of the tip, leaking inside her, causing it to become even more slick, in which he closed his eyes, tightened his grip and pressed extra hard, slamming four more inches of his meat inside her. He then held it there, reveling in her heat and opened his eyes, watching her reaction to such a deep and sudden plunge.

 

[alakazam]

Delia shook her head as he spoke, not believing, or really not wanting to believe what he was saying. Now that she could no longer feel the pain the only thing her body was really feeling was the pleasure. It was too much for her. It felt only good and now and she hated that, and hated herself for it. All the girl wanted to do was curl up and be left alone at this point, but she still had him on top, pumping into her as best he could.

The sudden plunge took her by surprise. Her hands moved to grip at whatever she could on the ground, her body unused to being pushed to such depths. She writhed beneath him, and her shaking hands moved to his arms now, partly to try and push them away and partly to have something to grip as he took her body and her pleasure to new extremes. But she was aware her struggles did not faze him, so for the most part she was focusing on how satisfying it was to dig her nails into his skin.

 

[Deiranoth]

There were times that The Blue Dragon reveled at the thought of torturing his victims when the city is once again his. Watching in glee as it literally tears itself apart from his illusions, killing their neighbors thinking they're monsters, burning entire sections that had a plague that didn't exist, destroying themselves over nothing. This encapsulated his entire life's mission, to make the city pay, and very soon, his first step to this will become a reality. All because of the greed to one young human woman. At that thought right now gave him the sexual charge to finish her off, to plant his seed in her womb, to father his first child. Letting out a guttural growl, he bared his teeth and gave her all he's got, plunging his turgid length into her body, making wet squelching noises at their coupling. The nails on his skin only made him feel even more pleasure and he let go of one side of her hip, reaching up and cupping her breasts, toying with her hardened nipples.

This vigorous coupling lasted 4 minutes until he felt a tingle, the precursor of his eruption. Laughing, he stared into her eyes and laughed, "It's time, young morsel. Time to accept my seed."

His head swelled further, and further, until the head stretched her womb even more and slamming almost his entire length into her, he blew. Thick rope upon thick rope of his thick semen blasted into her womb, filling her body to the brim and more, distending it a little before finally stopped. At this his eyes rolled back into his head, and the laughter filled his voice and echoed off the walls, he's done it. He has implanted his seed, now all he has to do is wait until he saw the signs of a pregnant woman, his seed will stay until it happens. Looking at her, he grinned and leaned down, taking his long tongue and running it up the side of her face, leaving a thin trail of hot saliva, "Consider this a great honor, morsel. You're going to be the vessel that will help make your city mine again."

 

[alakazam]

He suddenly became more rough and her cries became louder, but they were cries of pleasure, not pain. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks in shame of her own enjoyment. Her body was betraying her in the worst kind of way. She grabbed at his back now, nails still digging viciously in as her body felt things it had never felt before.

Then it happened, he came, and her body reacted in turn and she hit her peak as well. Delia writhed in pleasure beneath him until they were both finished. Her head was spinning, but she was quickly brought back to reality when he spoke. Her eyes focused on him and her body began to shake as she realized her fate was now sealed.

There was no turning back at this point, no escape, but despite that realization her body tried to squirm away from him, but her movements were slow and clumsy as her entire body seemed exhausted from the days events. Still she pushed away from him, attempting to squirm out from under him and make a break for it. All the while she kept muttering "no," to herself as if that would erase what had just occurred.