The Darkness Below 4: Celaena

The Darkness Below chapter 4: Celaena Female human x Male dragon. (Noncon, rape, attempted mindbreak, huge insertion, excessive come) (The story so far: A young druid feels something amiss in his domain communing with nature and recruits four other adventurers to assist him deal with the problem. The party of adventurers reaches first old ruins deep in the forest, where their rogue disappears without traces during the night. The next day, the remaining four adventurers continue their explorations and find a tunnel down to the Underdark. Tensions come to a boiling point between them, due to diverging opinions on the disappearance of the rogue and the source of the dark emanations stoking their negative feelings. After almost bringing the ceiling down on them, the group is separated; the druid remaining alone with his spellblade bodyguard. Unable to rejoin their two other companions, they set out only the two of them to fulfill their task. It is however not long before the dark emanations disorient them again. The spellblade soon finds out to her dismay that the druid has disappeared from her side…) This is hopeless! Celaena thought. This was the third dead end she ran into since being separated from her druid companion. Fine bodyguard I am, getting myself distracted away from the one I’m to protect. Sighing, she started to backtrack. She could feel the emanations of the item the druid set out to destroy. It felt like some barely hearable heartbeat pulsating despair and negative feelings through the caverns. Judging from the shivers running through her, she was close, very close to the source of the darkness. Whatever it was, it probably was just behind that rock wall. “Gah…” she cursed aloud. “It could be on the other side of the world, for all the good it does me.” Her magic as a spellblade allowed her to fight better. Not move through rock or blast it aside. A bit of excited chittering startled her from her cursing. “Don’t worry, little fella.” She smiled at the strange, peach-sized scarab resting on her shoulder, wondering if it could understand her. “We’ll find your master yet.” Easier said than done, of course. The druid had been inspired to give her the small companion. But without a common point to have him backtrack toward her, he couldn’t help right now. She even considered giving the small animal a genuine message for the druid and follow it, but she discarded the idea. Far too much chance it would find a way back to the young spellcaster she couldn’t squeeze through. The small animal chittered at her again, the magic of the druid probably allowing it to understand her. It lifted her spirit somewhat, to be reprimanded by a scarab. It was so ridiculous a situation she snorted in mirth. The scarab turned its back to her, flopping down on her shoulder, clearly not appreciating being made fun of. Still snickering at the messenger animal’s antics, she turned left at the tunnel junction, moving away from her goal. Hopefully, this tunnel would loop back toward her goal. At least there was a way back to the surface, she thought. That would have been the crowning point on a bad situation. Lost in the Underdark, slowly dying of hunger and thirst; blinded as her magic failed her and she was forced to crawl by touch… She shivered and dispelled her dark thoughts. Focus! She chided herself. There is no reason for you to despair. Don’t let the emanations of whatever that Heart of Darkness thing is get to you! After a couple of minutes carefully walking, the tunnel broadened into a cavern the size of a big dwelling. Her senses on high alert, she stopped. It looked like a crossroads of sort, and cross roads meant traffic. Slowly, she scanned her surroundings, wary for any denizen of the Underdark waiting in ambush. Her caution was not unfounded. As she looked toward the back of the cavern, the grey of the rock blurred and became indistinct, as if shrouded by darkness. Which didn’t make sense underground, she mused, so she blinked and peered harder until she managed to focus upon the newcomer. It looked like an oily shadow, darkness given volume and form as it moved into the cavern. A serpentine body with four clawed legs and a pair of wings carefully tucked along it. A muzzle with two intelligent violet eyes staring intently at her. “Get to your master.” Celaena whispered to the coleopteran on her shoulder. “Tell him to hurry. There’s a dragon coming.” For that was what the dark creature was, no doubt about it. It looked different from the blue ones that occasionally came to trade with Amurent’s mage overlords. Coal black, smaller and more slender, but there was no mistake possible. Celaena watched the dragon warily. General wisdom was to avoid them at all if one could. Highly intelligent and cunning, the beasts were famous for being fiendishly devious. This one, however, she was unsure of. It looked barely bigger than a large warhorse and… whispy, ethereal; for lack of a better term. Clearly it had evolved to live underground, in the lightless passages of the Underdark where one of its larger cousins would simply not fit. “A human female, here. Amusing.” The dragon eventually spoke, a deep purring whisper slowly rising in volume. “You should turn back to the surface, human. Stop messing with things beyond your ken.” “I am oath-bound to see the darkness in this place destroyed, dragon.” She answered evenly, swallowing her doubts as she drew her sword. “It is you who should leave.” She finished, holding her sword out but not rising it yet, in the traditional stance of the Amurent’s blademasters. The message was clear. She sought no trouble, but would not budge. The next moment, Celaena considered she might have made a mistake answering the beast as if it was a human from her homeland. “A challenge? You DARE challenge me, puny human female, after I was generous enough to let you leave?” The dragon spluttered in what sounded like outrage, drawing itself up to its full height. “You will pay for this!” Celaena warily licked her lips. Yes, a mistake, all right! A shiver crawled up her spine as the dragon seemed to grow larger and more impressive, the darkness coiling around it like a shroud… ‘It would have come to this whatever happened…’ she shook her head, dispelling the pernicious aura of fear that surrounded the wyrm. ‘And if it was so sure of victory, it would have attacked the moment it saw me, not tried to warn me away. It’s bluffing.’ Raising her sword, she weaved it through a flourish in salute and prepared her shield. She’d expected to be greeted by a gout of flame or lightning in return. But the beast’s maw remained shut as it stamped forward, growling and stretching its foreclaws. She waited for the last moment to dodge out of his way, wrong-footing him by dodging to her sword side. It denied her a quick blow, but allowed her to slip past the dragon to the center of the room where she’d have more space to fight. Weaving, she avoided the dragon’s sweeping tail as it turned to face her. A quick thrust kept its muzzle at bay, violet eyes glowing malevolently as the dragon warily pulled back from her blade. Pressing forward, she hacked at the dragon’s flank before it finished its turn, steel-hard scales more resilient than any plate turning her sword away. Her second blow rang from the dragon’s shoulder, but it too failed to draw blood. Then the dragon pressed in and she was forced to use all her skills to avoid or deflect its claw swipes, slowly backing away while returning the favor. There was no technique to her opponent’s assault. It quickly became clear to her that the dragon was a brawler, a gutter fighter; used to struggle in underground tunnels where it had little room to move. Use its bulk to pin his prey in place as it tore into it with its claws and teeth, relying on its scales’ protection to kill before being killed. It had never faced something like an Amurent’s swordsmaster that relied on mobility and footwork to outmaneuver their opponent. She had no trouble scoring hits with her blade as her larger opponent flailed after her. Had it been a human, the dragon would have been quickly taken apart. But she should not underestimate the beast, though. It was clearly shrewd enough to realize it was facing unusual prey. Its scaly hide was a marvel of supple resilience and the dragon kept its vulnerable head and neck well out of her reach. She could hit her opponent easily, but her sword strikes didn't hurt the dragon. She eventually did draw blood, but it was naught but superficial cuts. And as the fight went on for long moments, dancing back and forth across the underground room, she realized she’d tire out before her opponent did. Her superficial stings simply wouldn’t hamper it enough in the long run. Time to improvize… Using swordsmanship’s most overused trick, she pretended to stumble and was rewarded with the dragon pouncing on her. Calling upon her innate magic to make her move faster, she moved forward, jamming her shield between the dragon’s outstretched maw. The beast let out a comical squeal of surprise as it locked its jaws around the sturdy steel defense, and she immediately followed up with a thrust to its now exposed neck. But she’d forgotten what she’d realized just earlier: the dragon was a brawler. Far from trying to retreat from the danger and leaving itself open like a human would, it instinctively pushed forward; denying her the space for her killing thrust. The tip of her blade drew a deep bloody gash in its scaly neck under their combined strength. Yet, the angle was wrong and the blade failed to dig deep enough to sever its windpipe as the dragon bowled her over in its mad rush forward. Celaena screamed in pain as her shield was ripped away from her, almost pulling her arm out of her socket along with it. She rolled on the floor, away from the stampeding wyrm and barely avoiding a murderous tail strike. Biting her lip, she rose and saw the dragon use its forepaws to dislodge her shield, spitting it out along with a broken tooth. Celaena refused to give in to panic. Her magic could sustain her for a little more, and she was far from finished. She was wounded, but so was the dragon that was advancing on her much more warily than before, dark blood welling up from its wounded neck and dripping down on the floor. That one had hurt, all right. It wasn’t invulnerable. Gingerly, she tried to hold her sword in both hands but pain lanced her shoulder and she let her left arm hang limply. Sprained shoulder. She’d been through worse. She’d make do with her sword arm. While the two of them warily eyed one another, waiting for their opponent’s next move, the emanations from the Heart of Darkness suddenly grew in intensity, reaching a frenzied pitch before ebbing away entirely. “Seems like the one you sent that little messenger toward dealt with the source of these emanations, human.” The dragon commented, but in a rather even tone. He was angry and in pain, but didn’t seem disappointed. Celaena’s spirit lifted. It was over then. The druid *had* succeeded. Good. Even should she fall here, at least she wouldn’t stand before Chichak a perjury having failed in her duty to help the one she’d sworn to assist. “You knew of the Heart of Darkness?” “More than you seem to think or know yourself, human, although it is probably better this way.” The dragon growled. “Such remnants from the Shadow Plane have a nasty tendency to enslave whatever picks them up. It can be powerful used the right way, but I can’t say I’ll miss it!” Celaena blinked, unable to come up with an answer. The idea the dragon didn’t covet the item for itself hadn’t even crossed her mind. Gods, she’d gotten into this fight for no reason whatsoever. She was spared coming up with an answer as the wyrm once more advanced on her. “You should have left when you had the chance, human!” It growled. “Your companion might have succeeded, but it won’t save you.” Oh, well… she shrugged mentally. Such is life! Rising her sword again, she moved back in. Without her shield to keep the monster’s claws at bay she would have a lot more trouble deflecting its swipes. So she switched to a much more aggressive fighting style instead of her usual draw-out-and-riposte one. It should have called for a two-handed stance, overhand chops and power blows trading finesse for raw violence; but her left arm was useless. It was a bit of a desperate gambit, but she hoped to weaken the dragon’s resolve and force it into retreating to lick its wounds. Snarling with fury she pressed in, her blade a blur. Her magically boosted strength and speed forced the dragon back as she hacked away, scoring multiple nasty cuts on the beast’s paws and flanks. It almost worked. The beast backpedaled awkwardly through the whole cavern, hard-pressed and growling in surprise and pain under the sudden onslaught of hacks and stabs. But it simply wasn’t enough. The wyrm soaked up the punishment, stubbornly refusing to break away until her magic started to fizzle out. Desperate for a killing blow, or at least a telling enough one, Celaena started to take more and more risks in her barrage until she made a mistake. The dragon’s tail swept her legs from under her and she crashed to the ground. Before she could rise, one claw grabbed her around her waist and sent her flying and smashing against the wall, another falling down on her sword with crushing strength and snapping the blade in two. Coughing, dazed she tried to rise up again, but it was immediately upon her, its foreclaws slapping her armored body around like a ragdoll until she came to a halt, supine and beaten, unable to do anything else than draw breath. Her magic was spent, her blade broken, it was over. “Any last words, human?” the dragon panted, its maw inches above her head, eyes glowing in anger and victory, thick black blood dripping down from its multiple wounds. This is it… she thought, but it wasn’t too frightening. She’d risked horrible torture onto death and beyond on a daily basis when in service to one of Amurent’s mage lords. Even being eaten by a dragon was small time compared to what one of those fiends could do with their magic when they were really motivated. “My task is successful.” She coughed with effort. Speaking was painful. Everything hurt. The druid had managed to do what he set out to do when he conned her into being his bodyguard. Nothing else mattered. Gods, it hurt… To her surprise, the dragon didn’t immediately start tearing into her. Grabbing her by the back of her armor, it started to move, pulling her limp body along. “Wha…” she spluttered in surprise. “Oh, you’re not getting off that easily, human…” she heard it rumble from far away. “I’m not finished with you yet!” Celaena drifted in and out of consciousness during the voyage, her arms and legs dragging along the floor and bumping into walls and obstacles as the dragon none to gently carried her along. “Here we are!” He grunted after an indeterminate lapse of time, dropping her none too gently atop a clinking pile of small items. Dimly, she realized those were coins; she was sprawling atop the dragon’s hoard. “I’m not dead...” she choked. “How is that possible?” “A bit of healing magic, human.” The dragon huffed as its surprisingly dexterous claws started pulling her armor away from her piecemeal. “As I said, I’m far from finished with you yet.” Her eyes went wide as she belatedly realized the dragon’s intent. “You… You disgusting monster!” She snarled, trying vainly to force her battered body to move. She winced as pain lanced her, her body still battered and sore. “You… I’m not…” “You’re not *what*, human?” the dragon smirked, his maw somehow managing to grin smugly down at her. Fear rose in her mind and she tried her best to quench it, to no avail. Swallowing heavily, she managed not to make a sound. Soon, despite her best efforts her armor and clothes were gone, leaving her body bare to him. My, my... Would you look at that!” The dragon grinned as he took her toned, fit body in. “Are all humans as nice like you where you come from? I really should start getting my prey on the surface.” “You’d be enslaved or turned into spell components!” she hissed as she felt one claw caress her body, tracing her curves and prodding at her breasts. She was a beautiful woman, but the way he was touching her… Delicately, yes, but it wasn’t a lover’s touch. More like a mage’s when inspecting a new slave. “You could barely best me! Amurent’s lords would have their way with you!” “Oh, Amurent, is it? I heard of the place. Nasty business…” The dragon said casually. “Might be worth it, though… You have much more spirit and substance than in those pesky kobolds down here. You'll be very fun to play with.” “You…” She gasped, fear and instinct making her recoil from the beast towering above her. “You cannot…” “Oh, I definitely can…” The dragon smirked down as she winced, vainly trying to force her body to move away. “Fighting got my blood up, I am going to claim your pretty little body for daring to challenge me!” he continued, clearly enjoying watching her squirm in fear. “And the best part is that by the time I'm done, you'll love it. You’ll beg me for more.” “Never!” Celaena hissed. He could claim her body but never her spirit. “We’ll see.” The dragon teased. “Not the first time I hear that claim.” His clawed forepaws shot out to hold her down as his head roamed along her body to eye it, inspecting her. Then suddenly, a long thick tongue lashed out to squirm between her thighs and prod at her womanhood. Her eyes went wide as she saw the long tongue slip out and lick between her legs. She jumped at the odd feeling of the wet tongue on her, trashing in a vain effort to get free and deny him. The dragon snorted as he held her down without much effort. “I love lively prey!” he purred in between licks. “So much more satisfying to have to work for it!” Celaena was no blushing virgin. She had shared a bed with men and even women before. And not always willingly either; obeying her former mage master’s command to ‘entertain’ his guests. Despite that, her body was tight and did not yield easily to the wyrm’s thick probing tongue. She whimpered out in pain as the long muscle wiggled in and out of her body, clenching her teeth not to scream. She gritted her teeth, holding back tears. She wouldn’t give that beast the satisfaction… With a superhuman effort of will, she raised her good arm and aimed a punch straight at the dragon’s eye as he busied himself between her legs. He didn’t even flinch, merely closing his double eyelids. Pain blossomed in her hand. It was as if she’d punched a rock wall. Infuriatingly, the eye merely opened again, gazing at her with a mocking glint. “Looks like you’re used to this!” he grinned as he drew his tongue out with a wet slurp. She stiffened in apprehension and fear as she saw him growing aroused, his protective fold opening and his girth beginning to slip free of it. Fear overrode everything else at the sight. The dragon’s member was small compared to his body, but huge compared to a human’s, with a thick bulbous head and frills adorning the whole length. “You can’t possibly mean to stick that in me.” She whispered fearfully. “Heh heh heh heh heh!” the dragon sneered at her evilly, clearly relishing her fear and squirming. “Isn't that the whole point, my toy? Is there any other way to mate?” “You’ll kill me…” Celaena shivered, trying and failing to regain her composure. He was just too big. “You’ll rip me apart…” “Don’t worry!” He laughed as he moved on top of her. “If a kobold female can survive this, so can you.” Whimpering, she vainly squirmed and struggled, her arms flailing amongst the coins for anything she could use to defend herself with. But there was nothing to be found, and she let out a moan of despair and rage through gritted teeth as he flipped her over, forcing her chest down in the coins so that her butt was up in the air. “I know you females prefer to lie on your back,” he taunted her as he maneuvered her none too gently, one claw falling on her neck and shoulders to keep her in place. “I prefer you face down in the dirt, like the inferior beings you are!” “To the Nine Hells with you, monster!” she hissed, struggling and trying to fight against the dragon as he positioned her. He merely snickered in answer, positioning her as though he were a child playing with a doll. She though she heard him mutter something, but the words faded as she felt the enormous blunt tip of his manhood against her small slit, slowly rocking himself on her and stroking his thick shaft up and down. Even in her battered state her body refused him access, instinctively recoiling from him and clenching shut at his touch. Twice, he tried to enter her and twice he failed, his head slipping free and sliding across her butt or leg. “Yes, human, squirm!” the dragon growled mockingly above her. “Squirm all you want. Your resistance is futile, it only makes this better! I’ll enjoy watching you take every inch of me and make you love it!” Celaena close her eyes and screamed between clenched teeth at the feeling of his organ sliding into her warm flesh, her tight body twitching as it was forced to accept him... Her cries became louder as her body was racked with pain, the throbbing shaft pushing inside of her. She screamed in agony, not daring to look at herself, certain that she would be split in two. “Aaaaah… yes!” the dragon purred as he slowly forced more and more of his huge manhood inside her, completely ignoring her discomfort. “Good girl! Keep contracting around me! Yes… You’re no dragoness, but having to fight for every inch to loosen you up… Oh yes. Oooh… This feels great.” The dragon groaned in delicious bliss. “To feel you vainly twitch and clench as your body takes me in… Yes!” The dragon’s mockery made it even worse, and she wailed in pain and despair as she was forced open, her folds stretched obscenely wide to accommodate him. She could feel every inch of the dragon as it slowly pushed deeper and deeper, every hot throb, every ridge, every vein and every frill grinding inside her. “Good girl...” the dragon mocked as it paused. “You managed to take me half in. That wasn’t too bad, now was it?” “Im… possible!” she gasped, finally opening her eyes. But it was true. She’d taken a good half of his length in, and while it hurt horribly she wasn’t bleeding. The dragon laughed lightly at her comment. “You handled it pretty well!” He smirked as he slowly pulled back. “Looks like you’re a woman of experience after all! Only a harlot could take a dragon in that easily. Too much time spent on your back instead of the training field, perhaps? Are you that kind of bodyguard?” Celaena closed her eyes in pain, both physical and mental. The worst was that he wasn’t that far off from the truth. She had innate potential, but she was no mage. So in Amurent she’d been nothing. She’d clawed her way out of the gutter of slaves and commoners thanks to her stubbornness and skill with a blade, but… She had slept around on command, she whimpered at the memories. Her master, curse his rotten soul, had been too shriveled to take her to bed. But he’d enjoyed ordering her to offer herself up, especially while he and others looked on. As a punishment for her, as a reward for another; or simply because he could. “I’m no whore…” She whispered. “You’re the monster.” “Deny it all you want!” the dragon smirked. He pressed his clawed forepaws to her back, making sure she was pinned to the floor while his girth kept her butt up in the air. “It doesn’t change anything in the end.” She sobbed as she felt him gently move himself back and forth. It was painful, her stomach bulging fiercely with each thrust. Her belly swelled and distended as he slowly worked his whole member inside her down to the root and she could do little at this point but scream, whimper and grab ragged breaths between her cries. As much pain as there was, the dragon was careful enough not to cause her actual harm and eventually the pain began to lessen, her body getting use to the large girth. “It's starting to feel good, isn't it?” he mocked her in a parody of a sweet loving voice, whispering in her ear and delicately licking her visage. “The pain's going away... Your body is getting used to me. I can feel it. Soon you'll be moaning like a bitch in heat." “Ah… Aahh!” she whimpered. Infuriatingly, her body *did* welcome his length more easily now, gripping him tightly and eagerly. There was some discomfort still, but most of the pain was gone. She felt his presence as he leaned over, his rank breath causing her to scowl as he whispered. “I’… wont…” she hissed, closing her eyes as she vainly tried to struggle. It was useless though. The most she could do was wiggle her legs vainly as his length kept her body in position. “I’m… not… a whore!” “Mmh…” the wyrm purred. “Not a whore? Well, perhaps you’re right. Whores get paid for their services, after all. You’re just a toy! A very enjoyable little toy for me to use as I wish!” “No!” She snapped, tears running down her face. The suggestion terrified her. The idea of being stuck here as nothing more than his toy terrified her. She had seen other human beings being gifted to powerful creatures by her former master. The few that had survived had been nothing but empty shells, their minds broken; their whole existence reduced to satisfying their monstrous master. “No!” Anything but being reduced to that. “Hmmm? What’s wrong?” the monster asked in his parody of care. “Have no fear, I’ll be gentle.” Clenching her teeth, she let out a moan of hatred, of despair, of betrayal. Her own body betrayed her. Her legs were dripping with the dragon’s juices and her own, her folds slickened with his pre. Her body tightened more with every of his thrusts, forcing pleasure onto her as much as she tried to refuse it. “Ah, it seems like you’ve finally decided to enjoy the ride after all, human.” The dragon goaded her with a leer in an obscene tone as he slowed his pace somewhat. “Ooh, yes… harder… Yes! Clench harder around me! Make me work for it! Show me how much you enjoy this! I looooove it! Oooh… You’re close, aren’t you?” the damned lizard mercilessly taunted her. “Don’t try to deny it… I can feel it. Beg me to finish you.” “N- never!” she hissed venomously through the pain and pleasure. “I’ll… never… beg… you!” “Such beautiful spirit!” the dragon mocked her. “Too bad you’re lying! At least your body is honest, human, just begging for more of me.” “N…No!” she choked, but even if her mouth could deny it, her body no longer could. She shook her head, biting on her lip so as not to let any more words get out. She did not want to give this monster the satisfaction of begging him. He could claim her body, but never her spirit. “Hahaha…” her rapist laughed in triumph. “So stubborn. Breaking you in is just as pleasurable as using your body, human. Yes… Ooh… You’re contracting sooo good around me. Just a little longer… ” He slightly altered the angle of his pumping, stirring her folds with renewed vigour, and it simply was too much for her. “Aaaaaaaah!” she shrieked as she suddenly climaxed in pleasure and pain, seemingly jerking back to life and struggling madly beneath him as she came with a spasm. The dragon didn’t stop, didn’t gave her pause. He merely pinned her in place with his clawed forepaws, his claws digging into her skin as he continued with his slow but relentless thrusting. Growling in approval, he drew out her climax as much as he could; his massive shaft the anchor around which her body writhed and spasmed in hateful, glorious ecstasy. Eventually she went limp again, drooling and sucking in panting breaths, her overstimulated body completely on fire. The dragon however wasn’t finished, and he simply kept relentlessly thrusting in and out of her with his slow pace. “Anything you want to admit, toy?” he grinned at her. “How much you enjoyed this?” “Go… to… the… Nine… Hells…” she choked, her words warbled as she spit out saliva. “It would be best for you to stop resisting and just accept your fate, human...” The wyrm kept mocking her, clearly enjoying the psychological torture as much as the act. “But of course, feel free to keep up with your futile resistance. That is best for *me*!” “Why… don’t you just… kill me?” she spluttered. Not that she wanted to die, but death would be a mercy compared to this. “Kill you?” he snorted. “Why would I kill you, toy? Why would I deny me this pleasure?” “If… If…” she choked, almost unable to speak, “I… will… kill… you… if… you… don’t…” “You’re welcome to try again!” the wyrm snickered as he kept slowly pumping inside her battered and unresponsive body. “Your first attempt wasn’t half bad.” “I’ll… kill… you…” Celaena spluttered. “No, human, you won’t. I, on the other hand, have found a better use for you than as meat for my larder. One more fitting to your misplaced pride challenging your betters!” he growled at her. “You mortals’ main use is as meal. To be allowed to receive a dragon’s seed and bear his offspring is an honor! That at least you can be proud of, human!” “Off… spring…” she gasped, even more shocked by his intent than deed. It was impossible. Dragons were egg-layers… “Yes, human!” He continued as he pumped in and out of her. “You’ll bear me half-dragon whelps. Strong half-human children that’ll serve me and help me expand my domain on the surface.” “Damned… monster…” she choked, terrified beyond words by the idea. Being a mother for that hellish beast’s spawn? “Just… kill… me…” “One strong like you is not to be wasted.” The dragon purred, clearly enjoying every second of this. “Few are those who dared challenge me. Even fewer are those who actually threatened me. I shall bear the marks of our battle in my hide and flesh with pride, human. They’re the proof you’re a worthy opponent; one who will bear me strong whelps! That is something you can be proud of!” “N… no!” she whimpered. She hated it. She hated that her body enjoyed this, but even more being completely helpless. In her homeland, she’d always been treated like a failure, worthless and barely above a slave. This was the very reason she’d taken insane risks to flee. But even after escaping the Amurent, her origins had always played against her, people fearing she was a spy for her mage overlords. Even her fellow adventurers had been wary of her. And now… To fall in the clutches of a dragon… To be treated like this, like a breeding mare, the very fate she’d struggled all her life to avoid… Despair rose in her soul with crushing strength, but her moan of despair turned into a strangled, muffled cry of pleasure as another orgasm racked her body, the beast’s all too skilful ministrations coaxing it out of her body whether she wanted it or not. The pain was gone, leaving nothing but wave after wave of pleasure. Her eyes glazed over and rolled in her head as she climaxed, clenching around him and moaning. “Doesn't that feel good, little whore?” the dragon crowed. “You really are nothing but a bitch in heat.” “I can’t… take it… anymore…” she gasped in a strangled, warbled mewl against her will. It was simply too much, her body was at its limits. She couldn’t take much more without breaking completely, but the dragon seemed far from finished. “Hahaha!” the dragon growled in sadistic pleasure. “You had your chance to admit you enjoyed this, human! But I’ll be generous: beg me to stop convincingly and I’ll finish quickly.” She winced, panting softly as she felt him thrust slower but deeper, drawing out his pleasure. She looked up at him, seeking for some form of mercy in that inhuman gaze. He was right….she wanted this to end. She wanted to die. Why fight him. Just admit that she wanted him to stop. Just admit it... It was so easy. Just ask him to stop, and it would be all over… “No!” she clenched her teeth, pushing away the insidious thoughts worming their way through her mind. It would change nothing. The dragon would do what it wanted whatever she did. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction… “I salute your stubbornness, human.” He snickered. “Just tell me if you change your mind. It might help… Or not!” The words barely registered in Celaena’s mind. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she cried out, spasming as she fell into another orgasm. Her body was too battered to do anything more than twitch involuntarily any longer, and she just sprawled atop the pile of riches with her butt up in the air. The dragon realized she was too far gone and stopped mocking her; he just kept fucking her. Using her like she was nothing but a toy for him to pleasure himself with. Degraded her and humiliated her. And still, as much as her mind shut itself down, her body kept accepting whatever he did to her. Even the fear of losing her mind was gone, completely overridden by the agonizing bliss racking her whole body as the dragon kept going. Kept going. The beast’s grunts were becoming more strained, but he kept going; in and out, in and out, his throbbing manhood forcing more excruciating ecstasy on her. Eventually, the dragon had his fill as well, and with a deafening roar he finally climaxed. His hind claws teared gouges in the stone beneath him as he pushed as deep he could inside her unresponsive body, his shaft throbbing and pulsing insider her as he filled her with his scalding hot seed. She felt her womb expand under the pressure, her belly bulging visibly trying to make room for the thick, viscous liquid that was forcefully pumped into her. Impossibly, her body reacted one last time, clenching hard around his shaft as she twitched with a final orgasm as if trying to keep everything inside her against her will. But it was simply too much and she felt him yank out of her still squirting, a good half of his load splattering across her butt, back and face. The thick bestial musk became overpowering and she almost choked at the taste when some dripped into her open, drooling mouth. Incredibly, her body reacted, tensing and locking up in orgasm; relief at her ordeal finally being over combining with the physical pleasure to throw her over the brink one final time. “Aaaah…” the dragon sighed in satisfaction as his climax subsided and he released her. “You’re no dragoness, but you did well, human. You make a good little pet.” No longer pinned in place by the dragon’s shaft she collapsed on her flank, her innards still twitching as the dragon’s seed overflowed from her stretched slit, oozing along her thigh to seep between the riches beneath her. She stayed where she landed, unmoving, spots swimming before her vision. But as much as she longed for the oblivion of unconsciousness, it kept eluding her. From far away, she felt him prod her body with his claw, but she simply couldn’t move any longer. “Bah…” the dragon rumbled as he settled down. “You humans are sorely lacking in stamina, it seems. Completely exhausted after a single round already… Oh, well. Rest, human!” he bared his fangs at her in a parody of grin as he pulled her in close in a parody of hug. “Tomorrow is another day. We’ll see if you can resist begging me again next time…”