The Dragon Lord's Due Pt. 02

Part 2 of 2. Please see the first part for content summary and warnings.

Anissa's body was on fire.

It had not taken long for the terror of being carried by the dragon to fade. The first sensation that had risen over the fear was discomfort: cold air rushing past and chilling her naked body, sticky fluids drying on her thighs, the straps of the harness digging into her skin.

When she had started to shiver, though, the dragon had pulled her up closer, until she was cradled against its great body. This seemed to cause Harokk some difficulty in flying, the flaps of its wings becoming more clumsy and its wheeling turns slower--but she was protected from the wind, and warmed by the heat burning out from the creature's chest. The claws under her took some of her weight off the leather straps, and soon she found herself reasonably comfortable.

And going well out of her mind with desperation.

Her sex burned. All the way from her nub and down deep into her body, to a throbbing place inside which she only imagined must be her womb, her skin was thumping and tingling, consumed with a maddening need for touch.

She spent some time senselessly tugging at the straps that hindered her wrists, trying to reach, to rub herself. Then, in the process of squirming with frustration, she found an angle that allowed her to grind her slit into the ridged, semi-scaled chest of the beast carrying her, and... she became very preoccupied.

Anissa rubbed and rubbed and rubbed herself into Harokk's hide, lost in the deep fog of oppressive arousal, of sharp need for the satisfaction that remained just out of reach. Her position was far from ideal, offering some pressure but not much else--nothing near enough to bring her to finishing--but the sensation of any touch at all there was so addictive that she couldn't have made herself stop even if she had wanted to.

She stopped worrying about the fact that she was much higher in the air than she had ever wanted to be, or that she was clutched in the claws of a beast that intended to rape her. She forgot her concerns about humiliating herself. She was hardly aware of the quiet, near-continuous whimpering noises she began to make, little mewls and cries of desperation and frustration and self-pity as she feverishly sought more, some way to touch the throbbing deep inside her, where her need was most crushing.

Even when she began to tire, her movements growing clumsy as she pushed herself awkwardly up into Harokk's body, she forced herself to keep going, barely able to tolerate even a few moments' rest.

She wanted... she wanted...

The dragon made a low rumbling sound that vibrated through her, and she shuddered and sobbed, her legs flexing as she tried to spread them wide on instinct, muscles shaking with a primal desire.

If she tilted her head back, she could see the dragon's stomach and sheath--and the shocking pink organ still peaking out, shiny with fluid, throbbing a bit, as if eager to extend further.

The sight still made Anissa's heart stutter, made her breath come quick... but she could no longer distinguish whether her reaction was one of fear or excitement.

She couldn't imagine that such a large member could possibly enter her painlessly. Its full size was still mostly concealed within the beast's body, and she had no experience whatsoever with the sex organs of human men that were meant to fit inside her, but the tapered tip appeared to swell to nearly the thickness of her own wrist, which was surely far too big.

But Anissa was quickly reaching the point where she thought she could withstand a great deal of pain, if the burning inside her were only sated.

She was so distracted by these thoughts, by her swelling need, that she was startled by the rush of trees rising on either side of them. Only then did she realize that they were descending. The suddenness of the treeline passing them by made her squeak in alarm and clutch at the dragon's warm bulk--as if she had any hope of hanging on if it were to decide to drop her.

Then she twisted a bit in its grip to look down, and that was a mistake.

She shrieked out loud to see the ground coming up at them so quickly, convinced that she was about to be dashed to death against the rocky earth of the clearing below.

The impact of the dragon was heavy and thunderous, its bulk forcing its hind claws down into the ground--but it clutched Anissa safely against its keel. It flapped its wings a couple of times to hold its balance, kicking up a great wind that stirred dust and made Anissa shriek again, and then--slowly--it settled down, depositing Anissa carefully onto the ground, unharmed.

Only then did she finally quiet, feeling no small amount of embarrassment as the sound of her own hysterical shrieking echoed in her ears.

Lord Tamriel dismounted from the dragon with a heavy sound.

Anissa remained where she was, curled on the ground under Harokk's shadow, waiting for the powerful woman to come drag her out and tell her what to do.

But the Lord didn't come to Anissa straight away. She walked away, towards the center of the clearing. An outcropping of rock stuck up out of the earth there, creating a flat, table-like structure.; from the remains of a fire-pit nearby, and a semi-permanent shelter leaning against a large tree at the far end of the rock, it looked as if the clearing was in frequent use as a resting spot by travelers who passed through the forest.

Anissa watched the Lord nervously for a few moments before her attention was captured by a loud rumbling noise from the dragon standing over her.

She quickly looked up at Harokk, and--oh God--it did not escape her notice that the dragon's sex was even more prominent now, almost three inches protruding from the sheath, the pink color deepening to red.

The dragon tilted its head to the side to stare down at her. Its long, serpentine tongue slipped out and over its thin, reptilian lips, and--like a shock--Anissa was thrust back into the memory of that tongue playing against her sex. The sudden flare of heat in her body washed away the terror that their descent had left in her, battled valiantly against the apprehension inspired by her position.

Harokk's gaze was sharp and burning on her exposed body; though the creature did not have any human features at all, the lust in its stare was very apparent, as was the way that its attention lingered on her weeping sex.

Anissa had to close her own eyes for a moment and breath deeply through the sudden wave of wanting that rose within her, so sharp that her body almost cramped with it.

It was then that the beast's tongue flicked against one of her nipples.

Anissa's eyes flew open, wide with shock at the intensity of the feeling, at the way her entire body lit up with it. "Oh--"

The dragon rumbled at her and dipped its enormous head down, closer to her body. She flinched in fear, but of course it did not try to bite her; instead it just licked her again, and again, the thin tongue playing over her breasts. Sometimes it seemed to intentionally avoid her nipples, teasing around them or just glancing off the side; other times it licked directly over one, curling its tongue in maddening swirls straight on the sensitive buds.

It wasn't long before Anissa was panting and gasping and whimpering, squirming in the dirt and lifting her hips up--not with any real plan to entice the beast to do anything, but simply because she couldn't help but seek the motions that her body instinctively craved. Her untouched sex spasmed hungrily. She tugged ineffectually at the straps restraining her wrists, near-mindless with the rising need.

When the dragon lifted its head away, leaving her nipples cool with the wet of its spit and still starving with need for its touch, she cried out in dismay and arched her back, trying to push her breasts up towards it.

It made a low chuffing sound which melded eerily with the heavy laugh of Lord Tamriel--who was stepping up beside them, ducking under the dragon to approach Anissa.

"Look at you, pretty girl. Getting a bit messy down there in the dirt, eh? Come on, I made us a nice spot on the rock there."

Anissa couldn't stand, not any more. When Lord Tamriel pulled her up, her legs wobbled and curled, her knees bending inward; just the pressure of Lord Tamriel's arm around her waist fanned the flames inside her, making her moan. She was so aroused that it felt like a sort of sickness, like a fever.

Lord Tamriel seemed to expect this, though. She just gathered Anissa all the way up in her arms--she had shed her heavy leather armor at some point, and the linen clothing underneath was rough-woven but well-worn, textured but soft against Anissa's skin--and carried her across the clearing.

"Please... what's happening to me? I don't understand," Anissa begged, trembling with what she suspected was no longer fear at all, but simply the greatness of her physical desire.

"That village wisewoman didn't explain it, hmm? I guess she didn't want to frighten you," Lord Tamriel mused. "Well, this spell she's put on you here, it's only the first step of the ordeal. Your body is anxious to finish."

Anissa shuddered from her shoulders down to her toes at the word finish, because yes, she was.

Lord Tamriel chuckled. Harokk, following closely behind them like a great skulking predator, mirrored the sound with another chuff. "Yeah, that's right. But you won't get there until Harokk spends in you. Your womb's waiting on his seed."

"Oh--" Anissa whimpered and shuddered again, her eyelids fluttering at the strong response her body had to that thought. Of Harokk not only penetrating her, but spending in her--using her to completion, filling her with his beastly issue--"I, please..."

"Mm-hmm." Lord Tamriel nodded, a look of satisfaction on her face. "That's the nature of things for you, now. That spell primes you, makes you receptive, and you're just waiting to be shown who you're meant to receive." She climbed the rock with only a little difficulty, even with Anissa slung over her shoulder, and then settled there on a blanket.

Anissa settled into her lap, directed by the dragon rider's strong, calloused hands, so that she knelt with her thighs spread wide over Lord Tamriel's. The position made her blush, but she also found herself tugging at the restraining straps again, trying to reach her sex.

Then Lord Tamriel reached a hand between her legs and fondled her.

Anissa keened, her thighs trembling as she lurched into the delicious, torturous sensation. It was a clash of overwhelming sensation--she needed to finish, more than she'd ever needed it in her life, and she also felt so impossibly close...

But, at the same time, she could feel that it wouldn't happen. Not like this.

Her womb throbbed and burned and made its demands very clear, in a way that Anissa could only fully understand now that Lord Tamriel had explained it. Only the dragon's cock would satisfy her.

"Please, please," Anissa sobbed, wriggling and straining in Lord Tamriel's lap, rocking into the horrible, amazing touch. "I can't, oh God, I can't, I need--I need--"

"You need to be opened up a bit more, is what you need," Lord Tamriel advised firmly, slipping one teasing finger into Anissa's hole and making Anissa whimper at the sudden invasion. "And I think you might need another spanking, too, for good measure."

"I--no!"

"No what?"

Anissa shuddered, trying to force herself to sound reasonably firm, even as the slow drag and twiddle of Lord Tamriel's finger inside of her fluttering body brought her nearly to the point of tears with how needy and overwhelmed she felt. "No, you don't need to spank me!"

"Is that so? You know who's in charge now, hmm? Say it for me, then."

Anissa squeezed her eyes shut, a taste of the humiliation from before rising in her throat like bile. She opened her mouth... but couldn't manage to make herself form the words; all that came out were choked, involuntary little cries, forced from her throat by the finger moving inside her.

"No? Alright then," and then the finger was withdrawing and--

"No, no, no," Anissa begged.

Lord Tamriel was not deterred at all by her pleas.

She spanked Anissa firmly, in the same pattern as before: one on each cheek, and then one swat firmly on her sensitive, overheated slit.

The first swat to her sex shocked Anissa into trying to escape. The other woman was much too strong for Anissa to have any hope of it, though, especially in her weakened state; Lord Tamriel simply tightened an arm around her waist and went at it again--cheek, cheek, and sex--and Anissa squealed in impotent, desperate protest.

She choked on swiftly-rising tears, overwhelmed by the sensation of helplessness, the deeply personal nature of the chastisement, the casual sense of ownership with which Lord Tamriel handled her. Anissa may have been swatted by her parents once or twice for misbehaving, but even they would never have dared to spank between her legs--that was a place that had always belonged solely to herself.

Not any longer, she was rapidly realizing.

A third round, which forced the tears out of her in great hiccoughing sobs, and then Lord Tamriel went straight from spanking her to shoving two fingers firmly into her grasping tunnel, rocking in a rhythm that immediately soothed the sharpness of the desperation that had been rising in her in response to the spanking, her body comforted by the sensation of being filled and thrust into.

Anissa's sobbing quieted to whimpers and sniffles, and she held on dizzily, no longer trying to get away. She was still squirming, certainly, but now it was an attempt to ride down onto the fingers inside her--though Lord Tamriel's grip on her didn't allow for that, either.

"Well?" Lord Tamriel asked. "Who's in charge, pretty girl? I need you to say it."

Anissa swallowed heavily and tried to reason with herself. It would be best to just say what the woman wanted, wouldn't it?... But some part of herself still resisted. A bit deep in her core that said she wasn't cowed so easily--that if someone was going to claim to be the master of her, they would need to prove it.

She shook her head.

Lord Tamriel laughed. "So that's how it's gonna be, huh? Alright. You just tell me when you're ready to stop."

And then she started spanking again, and this time she was serious.

She no longer worked to a predictable pattern. She moved indiscriminately between Anissa's rear and her sex, sometimes focusing on one or the other for several strikes in a row. Occasionally she went down to Anissa's thighs, on the backs of them or the sensitive skin inside them, making Anissa squeal and struggle with shock.

Lord Tamriel alternated the blows occasionally with firm thrusts of her fingers, penetrating Anissa and sometimes spreading her open, sudden but not rough--never long enough to give a true break, just enough to pull Anissa back from the hysterical edge that she approached, enough to remind her of what it was that she wanted, what she needed.

Swat after swat, that final stubborn bulwark in Anissa's heart was worn away, leaving only the realization that she was doing nothing but foolishly railing against bald fact.

She belonged to Lord Tamriel now. To the dragon lords and their beasts. Only someone who owned her, body and soul, could presume to discipline her this way.

"I'm sorry! Lord Tamriel!" Anissa cried finally, hearing the surrender in her own voice as much as she felt it in her body, in how the rigidity in her hips unlocked and her passage clenched and throbbed. "I'm sorry, it's you, you're in charge!"

"Good girl. That's right, good girl," Lord Tamriel responded instantly, her voice going low and crooning as she plunged her fingers into Anissa again--three this time, Anissa realized, only after she let out a loud and unrestrained moan at how thick they felt inside her. "That's it. Feels good, huh? We've got you now. We're gonna make this so easy for you, pretty thing. You don't have to worry about anything except doing exactly what Harokk and I want you to do."

"Yes. Okay. Yes," Anissa whimpered. "What--what do you want me to--" she lost the end of the question, too enraptured by the feeling of Lord Tamriel's fingers rocking in and out of her, and she recognized distantly that there wasn't any of that pinching, stretching pain any more, not like there had been at the beginning. "Mm--oh--please--"

"Skies above, you're wet," Lord Tamriel murmured. "I think you're about ready, hmm? And Harokk is running out of patience."

She lifted her chin. Anissa followed the motion to see that Harokk had sprawled out on the dirt beside them, one haunch lifted in the air, exposing his now fully engorged member.

The head--which Anissa was faintly relieved now to see was, in fact, the thickest part of the thing--flared out into a diamond sort of shape, centered around a rosy-flushed hole that was dripping provocatively. The rest of the organ tapered down to something a bit slimmer, though still fairly intimidating; it was nearly as long as her own forearm.

"It's too much," she protested weakly, and Lord Tamriel nodded.

"Oh, sure, he won't get the whole thing in. He'll do his best, though. And better too long than too short, isn't that right? You want him all the way up in here, don't you?"

She punctuated her words with a firm thrust of her fingers, digging as deep inside Anissa as she could reach, and Anissa sobbed and trembled, because it wasn't deep enough.

"Yes," she admitted, her fingers knotting in the linen of Lord Tamriel's shirt, down near the other woman's waist, which was as high as she could reach with her wrists still restrained. "Please, I want him, please."

"That's right. Good girl," Lord Tamriel assured her, and Anissa sobbed again, clinging close to the dragon lord as she was moved.

Lord Tamriel lay down on the blanket, pulling Anissa on top of her until Anissa lay sprawled, her legs spread wide to accommodate the larger woman's broad hips.

A shadow fell over them, and a low rumble announced Harokk's approach.

Anissa moaned and shuddered, feeling a brief flash of that apprehension again--and then the dragon's tongue flickered over her sex, dipped between her lips to tease that sensitive organ at the tip, and she cried out and bucked, trembling as a rush of fluid dribbled from her desperate body.

Lord Tamriel groaned beneath her, in time with Harokk rumbling above.

When Anissa looked down at her, the inhuman yellow color of the dragon rider's eyes had slimmed to a thin ring around her dilated pupils, her gaze burning as she stared up at Anissa. "The taste of you, girl."

"You... you can taste...?" Anissa whimpered, then squealed as Harokk's tongue squirmed against her once more, dipping teasingly inside her hole. "Oh...!"

"I told you. We share half a mind. I taste what he tastes," Lord Tamriel said, her pronunciation of the words blurring a bit--almost as if she were drunk, or trying to speak with a mouth the wrong shape. "And what he tastes on you... the smell of you... like a dragon-hen in heat, but sweeter..."

She groaned again, then grabbed firmly between Anissa's thighs. Anissa whimpered, hoping to be speared on the other woman's fingers again, but instead Lord Tamriel used two fingers to pry Anissa's lips open, leaving her even more exposed to the lashing and dragging of the dragon's tongue.

After that, it became hard for Anissa to keep her wits about her.

She couldn't say how long it was that she lay there, trapped between them, writhing and choking and whining as Harokk licked at her, exploring her tender skin with its--his--tongue. She fell into a space in her mind where there was no difference from a minute to an hour, where any time at all felt like an eternity, like long expanses of surging desire, pounding blood inside her veins.

Harokk rumbled and huffed over her, beastly noises that should have appalled her, but only made her more excited. Lord Tamriel groaned under her, the deep sounds of pleasure and appreciation that Anissa might have, in her vaguest dreams, imagined her hypothetical husband making on her wedding-night.

"Come on," Lord Tamriel urged finally, tugging at Anissa. "Come on, up," until she managed to harass the dazed Anissa up onto her knees.

Anissa whined and complained, not understanding why she had to move or why Harokk was no longer licking her--and then something much broader and hotter than Harokk's tongue nudged between her lips, pressed against her spasming hole.

"Oh, oh, oh, please, please, please," Anissa babbled senselessly. Her spine curved, automatically trying to better present herself, to push herself back on the enormous shape working its way into her. "Put it in me, please, God, I need it!"

"Slow," huffed Harokk--or, no, Lord Tamriel. It must be Lord Tamriel, the dragon couldn't speak, but the voice was so low and gravelly that it might as well have been the dragon. "Slow, pretty girl, don't hurt yourself."

"I need--" Anissa begged, and was interrupted when a low, impatient rumble from Harokk and a firm shove preceded the sudden and thorough invasion of her body as the head of his member finally breached the resisting ring of her sex.

Her words cut off on a wheezing gasp. She forgot entirely what she had been trying to say, almost forgot where she was. All that she knew was the stretch inside her, the impossibly huge feel of the dragon's cock-head. Her mouth worked soundlessly.

"Skies," Lord Tamriel gasped. "Fucking tight little cunt you've got, pretty thing."

Anissa could barely make sense of the words. It felt like she was trying to think around the shape inside her, as if it were so big that it were nudging against her mind.

"Uh. M. More," she managed to say finally, desperate, as her body clamped down hard, making her painfully aware of how much of her was still pitifully empty.

Lord Tamriel grit out a low grunting noise under her, and Harokk made a sound overhead that sounded like the start of a roar, and--

And he was pushing again, hooking his claws into the harness to hold her into place--

"Yes, yes, yes, deeper, yes," Anissa wailed as the enormous instrument slowly opened her, brutal in its size alone irregardless of Harokk's careful movements. "Oh God, oh God--"

One final push, and the great head jarred rudely against what she knew was the mouth of her womb.

Anissa bleated out a cry, loud and stuttering. Her vision went dark for a moment as she was overcome by sheer sensation: a bit of pain, a sickening sort of discomfort, but also a great deal of relief. Every bit of her body was trembling like a leaf in the wind, rocked by the hugeness of what was happening to her.

It was unnatural. It was unimaginable. To have such an enormous, inhuman creature lodged inside her, as she was held down and strapped in place, like unruly livestock in heat...

She should have hated it, but she couldn't.

She needed it.

"Alright, pretty? Anissa?" Lord Tamriel asked, and Anissa forced herself to take a breath deep enough to answer, even as she felt she hardly had room left in her for air.

"Yes. More. Use me. Breed me."

Lord Tamriel growled and bit her, sinking teeth hard into Anissa's shoulder.

Anissa cried out, startled--and then groaned as, simultaneously, Harokk began to rut into her.

It was, Anissa was coherent enough to understand, a relatively gentle coupling, all things considered. Given that Harokk was so big, and so well-made for violence, and she was so small and helpless beneath him--given that it would have been so easy for him to force her down in any way he chose, to really harm her if he had wanted to--he was, comparatively, very gentle with her.

But it did not feel gentle.

Each movement of his massive member inside her was a brutal push and drag, the size of him bullying at her insides. He could not fit himself wholly inside her, and seemed to be caught up short each time he reached the limit of her, ramming clumsily against her womb-mouth. She soon became aware that he was bruising her in places that she had never before thought to worry that she could be bruised.

Her own body, too, was brutal in its desperation, caught in the ravenous hunger for Harokk's seed, the burning need to finish the spell and to relieve the raging passion inside. Her thighs strained too wide, her back arched too deep, her muscles ached and stiffened and threatened to cramp.

And still, it was pleasure. It was euphoria.

Each time he pressed deep enough for his cockhead to kiss the mouth of her womb--no matter how rough the kiss--she wailed out her approval, feeling the promise in it, the reassurance that he was using her in the way that her body was clamoring for.

Lord Tamriel was moving underneath her, too, hips rocking in time with Harokk's. She was huffing and groaning along with the great beast's panting. Occasionally, she uttered praise mixed with nonsense fragments of heated filth, commenting on the tightness of Anissa's body, on the scent of her, her wetness, the sounds she was making.

"Fuck--" Lord Tamriel grunted finally, grabbing firmly at Anissa's hips, then--"We're gonna spend, pretty girl, gonna fill you up--gonna seed that tight little belly, stuff you full with hatchlings--"

"Ye-e-es," Anissa sobbed desperately, feeling Harokk grind ruthlessly deep inside her, as if he were trying to get even deeper.

She had a moment of wondering, dizzily, if he could get deeper--if he could force his way into her womb itself--

And then Harokk roared, and Lord Tamriel yelled, shoving a hand almost violently between them and into her own trousers.

A surge of heat flowed from the massive organ inside Anissa, flooding into her tight passage.

"AH--AH--! YES! YES, OH GOD, YES!" Anissa screamed with joy as the very first wash of seed stirred something in her, a deep trembling, like the first warnings of an earthquake. "IT'S--YES--I'M--!"

Harokk lurched again, skewering into her, shoving hard against the deepest parts of her as he filled her with another thick pump of his seed. Lord Tamriel was jerking her hand violently, rubbing herself off furiously, her grip on Anissa's hip tight to the point of bruising.

And Anissa was coming.

She had no mind at all for the way she bellowed in pleasure, exactly in the way she had been so worried about, the way that all of the villagers back in the square had been waiting for. She had no mind for the pain when Lord Tamriel's teeth sunk into her shoulder once again.

All she knew, for a very long time, was the unimaginable heat and pressure of Harokk inside her, the firm reassurance of Lord Tamriel holding her... and the acute relief of her release, spasming around him and up through her body in heavy, battering waves.

"Uh-uh-uh," she was hiccoughing when she became aware again enough to notice. She was squirming and writhing, trying to twist herself on Harokk's still-spitting cock, teetering on the edge of another release. "My, I, will you, please--"

She couldn't put the words in order, could hardly make sense herself of what she needed, but Lord Tamriel seemed to know: she withdrew her hand from her trousers, now thoroughly wet with her own fluids. She jammed that hand firmly between Anissa's thighs, pressing directly against that sensitive little organ that Anissa had practically forgotten about in her desperation to be filled.

A pleasantly warm sensation washed over Anissa, incongruently gentle--and then it broke into another violent climax. Her body clenched so hard that fluids sprayed from her, her own and Harokk's, sticky and thick together.

Lord Tamriel's teeth nipped at her shoulder. Harokk's breath flooded hot over her back, the dragon's snout pressed close against her curved spine, breathing hard as he filled her with his seed in great floods.

"Good fucking girl," Lord Tamriel grit out, muffled, against her skin, and that was the last thing Anissa knew before--exhausted and overstimulated--she succumbed to unconsciousness.

***

Anissa woke whimpering.

Not from pleasure, now--though she hardly knew the difference at first. Dizzy and half-conscious, she squirmed, then whimpered again at the ache that lit inside her. Harokk was no longer in her, but she could feel the phantom shape of him still in the way her overworked muscles twinged, the soreness of the bruising he'd left behind.

"Shhh. That's alright, you're alright," Lord Tamriel mumbled, sounding only half-conscious herself. Anissa was still mostly lying atop her, entangled, and Lord Tamriel's hand drifted between Anissa's thighs, rubbing brusquely over the sticky, swollen mess of her sex.

Anissa whimpered, immediately nervous. "Don't, please don't spank me again!"

She couldn't really say where the fear had come from, but it was suddenly the most important thing in the world--not only because her bruised slit felt far too sensitive to take it, but because she felt shockingly emotionally fragile as well, as if even the slightest demonstration of disapproval might shake her apart.

"Aww, no, I'm not gonna spank you," Lord Tamriel assured her immediately, rousing enough to open her eyes. "You did so well, Anissa. You were so good for us."

Anissa sniffled. She grabbed for Lord Tamriel, and was surprised to find that her wrists had been detached from their restraining straps at some point, so she was able to reach up and drape her arms over the larger woman's shoulders as she pressed herself closer.

Lord Tamriel hummed and put a heavy hand on her spine, rubbing up and down soothingly, and Anissa was surprised by how calming it was.

Eventually, she felt well enough to lift her head and look around.

Harokk sprawled out nearby, sunning himself in the dirt with an air of great satisfaction. Anissa gazed at him for a moment, astounded by the faint warmth that the sight of him brought her--not fondness, exactly, but reassurance, as if his nearness was a sign that things were as they should be.

Her gaze caught next on her own shoulder, where a livid bruise was rising in the shape of Lord Tamriel's teeth.

"Got you good there, didn't I?" Lord Tamriel observed, brushing gentle fingers over it. "Sorry." Her tone wasn't apologetic in the least, though; she sounded as pleased as Harokk. "How are you feeling, pretty girl?"

"Sore," Anissa admitted. "Sticky."

"Well, I guess we'd better get you cleaned up, then, and then you can rest. We can camp here tonight and get back to the Keep in the morning. Everyone'll be eager to meet you."

Anissa hesitated, having a deeply alarming thought. "Is... are they all going to...?"

"Skies above, girl. Not tomorrow," Lord Tamriel said, looking aghast at the idea. "There's about ten dragons living there now, you wouldn't survive if they all went for you one after the other. Besides, you've already been seeded well enough by Harokk--I'll be damned if you're not showing pregnant within the month."

"Oh." That was some reassurance. "But... eventually...?"

"Well, of course. Like I said, ten dragons up there--and a Lord for each of them--and we'll only have two women to go around. Cossette, that's the girl we've already got, and now you. Everyone'll get their turn to try and father a child on each of you. Not every one will turn out a dragon lord--some of your get will be fully human, so we need to seed as many as we reasonably can on you." Lord Tamriel said all of this as if it were only common sense. "It'll be worked out ahead of time who has you next--we're civilized about it, no fighting."

"Will it always be... like that?"

"More or less." Lord Tamriel pushed up into a sitting position, putting an arm around Anissa to keep her from slipping off. "The need for dragon spend, you mean? That's permanent. You won't be able to satisfy yourself without it any more. Cossette bitches a blue streak when she's with child, says it's hell to have the needs of a pregnant woman and not be able to safely take a dragon's cock in that condition."

"I see," Anissa said faintly. She found herself resting one hand on her stomach. It was surely far too soon to tell, but she had a feeling that Lord Tamriel was right, that Harokk's seed had done its work inside her. Growing into a little half-dragon babe.

It was a frightening thought... but not as frightening as it would have been that morning.

"Will I have clothes to wear? At the Keep?" she asked.

Lord Tamriel's brows knit together in open confusion. "What for? It's plenty warm in there, we keep the fires burning all year. And you can't fit this on over a dress." She picked at the leather harness.

"Oh. Of course," Anissa said, still feeling a bit dazed.

"It's alright. You'll learn the way of things," Lord Tamriel assured her, confident and amiable. "Come on now, let's get you cleaned up."

***END***