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Mallory's pride had been injured by her last fight, no doubt about that. She had come away from it with a small fortune in Drider parts and a strange new friend, which was good. But she was also completely unable, or at least unwilling, to tell the story of how her adventure had gone. Without a story to be told, retold, and exaggerated over a round of drinks it felt empty, weighed on her as a dignity-bruising secret instead of a heroic epic! She needed something to restore her honor as a fighter.

This would be the perfect opportunity then. There was no pursuit more noble than dragon hunting after all. Even though technically it wasn't a dragon she was going after, but a drake, it would still be just as illustrious in the eyes of most. A bit easier of a target, but still a big flying fire-breathing lizard thing. Best of all though it meant she was up in the chilly mountains, not those sweltering swamps. Much better suited to her thick fur.

In spite of liking this weather better in theory though, she still wished she had worn another layer. Maybe a thicker pair of socks too. The ideal time to head into the mountains would have been about a month ago, when she had been heading into the swamps. By now the weather had started to turn a bit too cold and windy. Mallory even had to stop and wait for a flurry of snow to pass before she could continue on more than one occasion.

There wouldn't be too much more of that though, she was approaching her target now. A cave somewhere around here had been housing the drake that was harassing the local farmers. Snatching up sheep and other livestock, stealing crops away, the usual. All that chaos meant there was a fat bounty on its head as well as the innate glory of the task. On a more personal note, if she could get its hide mostly undamaged then she could make herself some fancy new armor pieces as well!

She'd have to do it quickly though. It was already past noon and it would only be getting colder from now on. Best to take it out now, then get back to the village she had departed from before the truly bitter cold set in for the night.

Her arsenal was a bit different this time compared to her last adventure. In addition to her trusty rapier and shield was a shortbow and accompanying arrows, a potion of fire resistance, and ironically a fire potion. She hoped not to need the bow or the resistance potion, but they were good backups for something that could fly and breathe fire. That last item was for survival purposes rather than combat, it was much easier than making a fire.

She did one last check over her things, making sure she knew which potion was which. Fire RESISTANCE potion front, fire potion back. That would be a bad mix-up, and the mouth of the cave was in sight now. Last chance to turn back. She pushed on.

Icicles hanging from the top of the cave entrance gave it an appearance almost like a sharp-toothed mouth, ready to swallow any unwary adventurer. It certainly was foreboding, but if the cavern was only that big she felt better about her chances. She'd taken out drakes that would be too big to fit inside that cave before. They were scary sure, but the lack of intelligence made them predictable and poorly suited to dealing with an agile fighter like her.

The snow thinned out beneath her feet as she approached that ominous gateway to danger. The snow here must have been knocked aside by the drake's coming and goings. A good sign this was the right place. Her suspicions were only further confirmed when she crossed the threshold and saw snowy footprints tracked in by something with very reptilian feet. This was the place.

She stopped to check the prints a bit more closely. It was hard to gather any conclusive details, but their small size confirmed she was right about the beast's size, that this wasn't going to be another unpleasant surprise. Mallory did not want any more unpleasant surprises. Not after last time.

Can't think about that now! She's a strong, capable knight. She's going to walk away from this with a bounty, a drakeskin, and all of her mojo back!

Deeper and deeper she went into the cave. She must be getting close now, so she drew her sword and shield in preparation. This cave is small enough that she won't have to worry about it flying around, so the bow should be superfluous. But the sword never is. In good times and in bad that narrow blade is with her to ultimately win the day.

Except that one time with Mya.

Now wasn't the time to think about that. She slowed to a stop for just a moment, carefully listening. Those sensitive ears on her head turned this way and that as she tried to hear the soft sounds of a drake's breath. The wind outside was still distractingly loud, but just as she was about to give up on this spot and move further she heard it.

A deep breath. In. Out. It must be just around the corner! Mallory's cat eyes were well suited for the dark of this cave, so she carefully peaked around to see it... damn, not asleep. She would still have to be careful.

But she could do that! Cats are famous for their stealthiness after all. She started moving slowly and carefully towards the red drake as it... what is it doing? Now she's split between watching it and trying to determine its actions or moving closer. The thing almost looks like it's pushing some items around, but what those are she can't be sure. Small rocks maybe? But why?

There's no time to think about it now. She's starting to get seriously close to the beast, creeping up as softly as she can. On her very tip-toes, using her tail to balance, she's in the perfect position to strike when -- clink.

Oh crap. What was that? She looked down to see she had stepped on a gold coin. What was that doing in here? By the time she looked back up she wasn't the only one looking. The blood red drake had turned its head and was now staring at her. Intently.

Mallory gave a mighty war cry as she dashed forward with sword at the ready. Her opponent did largely the same, whirling around and using its body's motion to whip its tail at her! The scaled tail cut the air with a high-pitched whistling noise, zipping at a dangerously fast pace.

The catfolk was nothing if not agile though. The beast's size was its weakness in this attack. Its body was about as tall as a large draft horse, even if it was wider and more heavily built. Importantly, that meant that its tail was high enough for her to dodge under. A graceful slide would take her past the danger, right up close to those scales. Incidentally when she got that low she could confirm that the drake was most definitely male.

What she really wanted though wasn't that, it was the soft underbelly. Somewhere she could sink her sword into. The scales made it hard to hurt anywhere else, but down there she could do some real damage. The drake knew that too. With a snarl he lashed out with his wing to push her away.

That was a mistake. Mallory had seen that trick before and her sword was already held high. The powerful limb and rush of air did push her back, but the force of the attack also pushed her sword straight through the delicate flesh of that wing.

The drake roared in pain as it pulled the injured wing back to its body. The blood trickled in copious amounts down its flank, staining the crimson scales with a darker red. It huffed angrily, glaring at her in a way that told Mallory now would be a VERY good time to reach for her fire resistance potion. She grabbed it with her shield hand, preparing to down it.

But the thing never did breathe its fire. That was odd, the wing attack had been predictable as hell, and the fire breath should have been too. Instead it just looked at her. Something about the way it did gave her the creeps too.

She wasn't here to have a staredown though. Mallory broke the gaze by dashing forward again. There was another tail swipe, but the classic mid-range attack was even slower and a bit more awkward this time, easier to dodge. Oddly enough though it swung the tail lower, forcing Mallory to jump over it instead of dodging under. Usually these creatures did their attacks in a predictably similar way. It must be the injury making it act differently, right?

No time to think about it. She was getting very close now, as light on her feet as ever while she prepared to stab that underbelly. Mallory was close enough to be an imminent danger, and in that situation the beast would fall back on its instincts and attack her with a wing that wasn't up to the task this time. She watched it carefully, getting ready to dodge low. Easy money.

Mallory was focused on the injured wing, but did spare a moment to glance down at her target. She wanted to figure out precisely where she would bury her blade, but got a sight of something else instead. Her eyes went wide as she saw the muscled leg of the dragon kicking out with stunning speed.

She tried to bring her shield up, but was too slow. Mallory caught that kick square in the gut, just below her armored breastplate. Of course. The force of the blow sent her flying backwards, crashing into a pile of something that clinked and clanked underneath her. Luckily whatever it was moved around as easily as loose gravel, reducing the impact of her hard landing.

Fuck that had hurt though. The wind had been knocked clear out of her and Mallory groaned as she pushed herself up, her hands digging into... coins? But what was a drake doing with so many-- oh.

Drakes are unintelligent, and though they like shiny things they don't hoard them. Dragons on the other hand do make hoards like the one she's sitting in. They do count their hoard like she saw earlier. And they are often quite intelligent, able to adapt quickly to various threats. They made for a much more difficult fight than the highly predictable responses of a wild beast.

"So you can probably speak too then?", Mallory asked the dragon as she pulled herself up to a sitting position. He was still growling viciously, but hadn't used his fire breath yet. Probably the gold and coins she was standing on, he didn't want to melt them.

"Yes I can you asshole! I can fly too unless some cocky cat girl cuts my beautiful wings. OH WAIT." That was... not what Mallory was expecting. The few dragons she had spoken to seemed wise, old, regal even. This one on the other hand sounded more like a sailor than a senator. With its smaller size that must mean this was an adolescent, right?

Two could play at the game of sass though. "Well sorry. I only wanted to stab you in the heart, but your wing got in the way. Don't worry, I'll give you something so you won't even be thinking about your wing." She had gotten back to her feet while the dragon was cussing her out, and despite being a bit more unsteady after that blow she was ready for round three.

The dragon snarled at her, his eyes narrowing as a bit of smoke curled up from his nostril. He may not be breathing fire at her, but the fire inside of him was still raging. "You'll try kitty cat!" His taunt was complimented by a subtle turn of his body, putting more of his rear between him and the cat.

Mallory didn't like that. Both the teasing and the turn of his body. There was some appeal in being called a kitty when it was a lover in her bed, but when he did, well it just wasn't the same! Oh yeah, and the body movement would make it harder to fight him too. That mouth and its sharp teeth were dangerous, but it was also close to his neck and soft underbelly. He was being defensive right now, cleverly so.

A third time with the tail couldn't be too bad though. He'd swung it too high the first time, too low the second, this time there was no way he was going to miss. Mallory dashed in, watching the tail start its whip-like swing toward her at just the right height.

It would perfectly hit her, but she had seen it swing twice as well. The dragon could adjust, but Mallory could also learn to stay just outside of that deadly arc. She stopped on a dime, moving with almost supernatural agility and absolutely fooling the dragon. The slender tip of his tail just missed her nose, she could feel the rush of air as it whipped past her. The perfect opportunity for her to resume her run towards his body.

The dragon looked rather surprised at having missed, but quickly re-adjusted. "Slippery little thing", he grumbled as he turned his body again, tensing up in preparation of her attack. She may have gotten the better of him once or twice, but he was a dragon. He would not be beaten by some mere cat.

Mallory was more careful with his legs this time. The wing was still dripping blood, obviously injured badly enough that he wouldn't use it again. But those sculpted legs with their iron-like claws could do much worse than just kick her aside given the opportunity.

His attack came from the back leg instead of the front this time. A slashing attack instead of a kick, Mallory was able to catch it with her shield. It pushed her back, but any further damage was stopped. She was back in range of the tail, but didn't see it swinging towards her. The perfect time to lunge back in and...

Crash! Mallory fell flat on her face, her right ankle secured by an unknown force. She yanked hard at her leg, but only pulled herself back slightly. "What the hell?", Mal cursed as she looked down to see a slender, red scaled tail wrapped firmly around her ankle.

Well that needed to be stabbed. She pulled her sword back to thrust into it, but before she could it jerked her into the air. The violent motion forced a yelp from the cat as it suspended her upside down, dangling helplessly. Again she tried to swing for the tail with her sword, but he simply gave her another jolt to throw her off. One final attempt, but again the surprising strength of that tail foiled her. This stupid thing!

While Mallory was fighting for her life, the crimson dragon just chuckled at her struggles. A deep, gravelly noise that made the poor cat's cheeks flush in embarrassment. Or maybe they were flushing from her being held upside down and swung around. Hard to say.

"You look good like this cat. I think I like you better when you can't stab me." More taunts, Mallory was absolutely seething now. She didn't even care that she was being moved around towards his head and jaws, she just wanted to flay him for doing this to her! And worst of all her skirt was starting to fall down, forcing her to spare her shield hand to hold it up.

"You're more clever than a drake, I'll give you that. But I promise you I will have NO problems finding just as many places to stab!" Mallory's words were full of venom, but she couldn't exactly back it up right now. She was squirming around upside down, trying to maintain her dignity with one hand and swinging her sword uselessly with the other. Not exactly a knightly look.

He only chuckled louder at her now. Oh Mallory did NOT like that. Laughing at her was simply too much of an indignity! "I have some doubts about that, my good little kitten knight. Because after all, you are right in front of a fire breathing dragon's maw. And if you're not on my gold, that means I have no reason not to toast you." He blew a perfect smoke ring around her to emphasize that vulnerability, forcing Mallory to fully realize just how bad of a spot she was in.

The dragon liked the look on her face that came with that realization. "It's not as bad as you think kitten. It's worse. You messed up more than my wing, and I'm not happy about it. Now drop the sword, and don't even think about going for that potion." Mallory's sword hand stopped on its way to her belt. She could have tried to go for it quickly, but even if she had managed to make herself resist his flames she'd still be trapped by his tail. Less pertinent in her mind, but still something to mull over was what he had meant about her messing things up. Very odd stuff.

A part of her still really wanted to fight, but she just didn't see a way out of this. Begrudgingly Mallory lowered her sword as far as possible, letting it go to fall only the last little bit to the ground. The sound of it clattering made her cringe as she imagined all the scuffs and scrapes it would get. She liked that hunk of metal. "There, that what you want?" In a quieter tone she added, "Asshole."

It didn't go over very well. The dragon sharply hissed at her, making more smoke billow from his mouth. "I'm the asshole here? Because as far as I know, you came into my cave, cut my wing the week before the mating display, and were planning to do even worse. I think that you owe me a BIG apology Little Miss Knight."

Well that was unexpected. "An apology? You want me to say I'm sorry? And what the hell is the mating display?" All of the blood must have rushed to her head, there was no way that was right. But hey, maybe he was wise and mature and...

The cruel laugh from the dragon confirmed that was overly optimistic. "I don't want your empty words. No, I want a... service from you. Something to make up for being unable to display this year." Mallory didn't quite know what he meant. "And you can start by letting that skirt fall down." Oh. THAT kind of service. The malicious grin on his face confirmed her worst fears.

Mallory could not believe this was happening again. Was she cursed? Was it her perfume, did it make the monsters horny or something? The grimace on her face must have been noticeable.

"Oh come on, it's better than getting roasted, isn't it? I mean, you must have known that the annual dragon mating display is next week, right? Wings are of vital importance in getting a mate, and a big scratch is going to absolutely sink my chances!" Why were there always these details about monsters she didn't know?!? "Or should I just make a snack of you here and now? It will be hard to hunt with an injured wing too."

He started moving her closer to his mouth, opening his jaw with intent to ingest. Mallory really didn't want that. "No no no no! Please I'll... I'll do whatever it is you want just- just don't don't eat me OK?" As undignified as it was she couldn't help but whimper pitifully, closing her eyes tight. She just couldn't bear to see that wide open gullet, the portal to her end!

Another, even more haughty laugh from the dragon made her peek anyways. "Oh come now, is that the sound a knight makes? I'm embarrassed you even managed to land a scratch on me now!" He took a breath, shaking his head. The mirthful reprieve wouldn't last long though. "I thought I made it clear kitten. I need a replacement for not being able to mate. Let the skirt fall. Now."

Well, it was still better than being eaten. She didn't like it, but she took away her shield hand. The thick insulated skirt fell down, showing off Mallory's pink panties with little frills around the edges. Normally they made her feel nice and feminine, but now she wished she had worn anything else.

The dragon liked them though. "What a nice little treasure to add to my hoard!" He cooed before his tongue slithered out of his mouth. Mallory wasn't sure what he was doing with it while still so far away, but then it kept coming. And kept coming and coming until it was at her legs. That thing must be four feet out of its mouth! Deftly it wrapped around her panties and pulled them up towards the ceiling until they were well out of the way.

The length, the dexterity, despite her better judgement Mallory had some pretty sinful thoughts about that tongue. She wouldn't have to wait long to live them out either. With that thin fabric out of the way the tongue glided back to her slit, pausing there for just a moment.

Then it struck, proving to be just as smooth and lovely as she had imagined. Mallory bit her lip hard to hold back a moan, and it almost worked too. The smile that curled into the corner of the dragon's lips was a sure sign that he heard that noise of pleasure. He knew what he was doing here.

The next lick was more firm, splitting her folds as it dragged through her dewey lower lips. She hadn't wanted to admit it, but Mallory was getting a bit wet from this. Again, why? What was it about these beasts that-- oh! The tongue interrupted her thoughts, dragging over her clit this time with just the right amount of pressure. Fuck that was nice. Another whimpered moan wormed its way out of her, only serving to further the dragon's amusement.

He laughed again, that horridly deep laugh that Mallory could feel down to her bones. The tongue pulled away from her, slipping along her slit the entire way as it went. Stimulating her even as he backed off. She had a moment of peace to relax now, just long enough to make her think that she'd been granted a bit of mercy.

All of those notions would be shattered in a second. With his tongue back in his mouth the dragon could address her properly again. "I expected you to taste delicious, little kitten. But I had no idea you would be so excited for this! The arousal dripping off of you, why if I didn't know better I'd think that you wanted this. That you were just begging to lose this fight and take some nice, thick, dragon cock."

Mallory's eyes went wide as he said it out loud. His dragon cock? She had seen that thing hanging out under him in its sheath, she didn't think she could take that even at the flaccid size she had seen, much less if it got hard. Weren't dragons compatible with every species as well?

Her fearful thoughts were interrupted again by his taunting words. "Wouldn't you like that kitten? Wouldn't you like my dragon cock?" The way he cooed the words like it was some twisted parody of a master talking to a pet made her sick.

"No, fuck you!" Mallory shot the words back with venom in her tone and even tried to spit at his face. Easier said than done when upside down.

A deep growl filled the cavern. It was a powerful noise, even for a dragon. "Say you'd like my dragon cock or they won't even find ashes left." The sudden shift in tone caught her off guard. All the teasing had her thinking he wasn't actually as dangerous as he seemed, but he was still a fire breathing dragon. She really had no other choice.

"I... I would like your dragon cock", Mallory said reluctantly. No spitting this time.

The grin returned to the dragon's face. Massive predatory teeth the size of hunting knives were exposed by that smirk. "See I knew you would. Because you're just a horny little knight who wants nothing more than to carry a nice egg for the next few months. Don't you want that? An egg weighing you down, reminding you who you really are? Who you now belong to?"

Gods and Goddess above it was so infuriating listening to him! She wanted nothing more than to gouge his eyes out, but a thin trail of smoke coming from his lips reminded her why that wouldn't be happening. "I want your egg inside of me", Mallory grumbled out, folding her arms in front of her chest angrily. It would have been more effective as a protest if it didn't make her look so adorable.

The dragon laughed that deep, booming laugh at her while she dangled helplessly, her sword out of reach and all other options even further away. He started speaking again, and much as she hated it, she knew she should listen. "I'm going to fuck you now. You're going to get on all fours like a good girl, stick that ass up high, hold that tail up even higher, then I'm going to rut you until I forget all about missing the mating display. Then you can leave or whatever, up to you. Got it?"

Mallory had thought that she hated his teasing, but the cold, almost clinical way that he talked to her now was even worse. She knew that she didn't have any choice, that even her best shot at escape right now would mean giving up her trusty sword. Perhaps it was better to just be his bitch this once. Perhaps she wasn't as good of a knight as she thought.

"I said got it bitch?" The dragon reiterated.

A small nod answered him. "On all fours, ass up", Mallory confirmed quietly.

"You learn faster than I thought. Don't try anything stupid and be quick about it." He'd barely finished that sentence before he dropped her to the ground, leaving the still slightly disoriented knight to tumble and land in a pile before him.

"Quick about it!" He reminded her, making the cat scramble to find her bearings and roll over to get on her hands and knees. It was such a subservient position even before she raised her rear up to accommodate him better. Ugh she was going to be sick.

"I said tail too!" His reminders were just so helpful. Mallory raised her tail up high, the action also making her thick skirt fall open again. Her panties were still around her ankles, so the dragon took this opportunity to grab them with his tongue. Yanking them off he tossed them aside, leaving the light fabric to flutter down to land atop a pile of gold.

Mallory was really exposed now. "I love the white fur around the private parts. Like a highlight of where all the useful parts on this kitten are." The dragon teased, gently running a claw from her knee up to her ass. Using the powerful natural weapon to just ruffle her fur, further impressing into the cat how helpless she was.

Her big fluffy tail flicked around above her body, showing off her nervousness even as she tried to hide it by keeping quiet. The dragon filled the silence, "Come on now, aren't you excited for this? I could taste the wetness you know, no point in lying to me. How badly you need this is easy to smell." He was lying a little about the smell, she wasn't that hot for him. He had tasted plenty of arousal though, that part was true.

Mallory kept silent, not wanting to give him any more satisfaction than he needed. An annoyed growl shook her body, the voice of the dragon utterly impossible to ignore, "You're acting like you don't want this. Tell me you want me to fuck you."

Oh that was grating! Wasn't it bad enough that he was going to take her? Why did he have to humiliate her too? Reluctantly Mallory answered, "I want you to fuck me."

Unfortunately for her, the bare minimum wasn't going to cut it anymore. "Try again. Make me believe it and I'll let you leave here tonight." Mallory could practically hear the grin on his face as he said it.

Still, she was face down, ass up in front of him. What else could she do? Mallory's hands curled into tight fists as she put on her best sultry lover voice. "I need you to fuck me. Fill me with your dragon cock. I just want to carry your egg." It certainly wasn't her best dirty talk, but it was an attempt.

"Passable. Fine cat, I'll give you the egg you want so much." The dragon stepped forward, now completely over her. Mallory knew this was going to happen, but feeling the heat at her slit, seeing the legs on either side of her, having her tail brush against his belly, it all felt like so much more than she had bargained for.

That heat was especially worrying. She glanced back and saw the source of that warmth, the thick cock of the dragon poking out of its sheath. Fuck that was big. It had so many features more typical of other species all rolled into one monster of a rod. A pointed shape and fat knot reminiscent of a canine. Barb-like hooks nabbed from felines. A medial ring, and of course size that would put even the biggest equine to shame. She was in for a rough time.

The dragon saw her looking and chuckled at her trepidation. "Like what you see? That's what's going to give you the egg you want so much. That's what's going to make you into something useful!" He pushed forward with that last word, forcing the tip of that oversized member to jab at her slit with way too much force.

Mallory mewled in discomfort at that impact, even if it didn't quite go in. The dragon above her shuffled a bit further forward while its haughty voice cut the air. "Oh, don't whine little kitten. It might hurt now, but taking cocks...", he shoved forward again as he said that last word, this time finding a bit of purchase with his hot tip in her slit, "...is all you're good for, so you might as well get used to it."

Even the big, prying tip poking into the very outer edge of her folds felt like it was too much to take. Mallory gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, desperately trying to relax her body and tune out what the dragon was saying. She knew it wasn't true, that he just wanted to humiliate her further, but it was so hard to think when he was doing that to her.

"That's right, relax around me. Just let me IN", he shoved further forward, burying another four inches of cock inside the undersized cat. Mallory yelped in pain, her poor pussy felt like it was going to be torn in two! That horrid thing was just too big for her body!

"Good kitten!" He cooed again in that dreadfully mocking voice. Fuck it was so embarrassing! Couldn't he let her whimper and cry about her oversized penetration in peace? The one saving grace of the situation was actually turning out to be that arousal that she had been so embarrassed by earlier. It had hurt her pride, but the lube at least just made this feel unbearable instead of being actually fatal.

Mallory tried to adjust her positioning, get her ass up a bit higher, but just as she did the dragon crudely forced more of his cock inside. She yelped aloud, then mewled in pain. That tapering shape allowed him to continue intruding inside of her, but also meant that no part of her got a break. The depths he thrust into were being stretched painfully, but even her outer lips were being forced further apart with every inch deeper he went.

"So fuckin' tight! Better than some of those sluttier dragonesses really!" The dragon groaned in obvious pleasure. Her pain, her body feeling like it was on fire, all of that was merely secondary to him. Barely worth considering. What was more important for him was how good she felt wrapped around his cock. "Maybe I'll have to catch another kitten bitch, because you feel divine! Or I could just keep you around. You want that my little cock-taking knight?" Another shove complimented those words. He must be nine inches deep in her now, minimum.

All she could do was mewl and squirm. The cock inside of her was bad, but the thought of staying here, of getting this treatment regularly was even worse. "You should... you should find another instead." She knew he wouldn't like that answer. Fuck, she had to think of a good follow-up, "Because I won't -ah!- I won't be tight after this."

The dragon above her roared with laughter at that answer. No light chuckle this time, he was laughing so deeply she could feel him moving in and out about an inch in time with every laugh. The barbs really teased her as that happened, the familiarity to her own species making that sensation much more bearable than the rest of the experience. Any pleasure she could have gotten was blunted by his laughing at her humiliation though.

"Yes I suppose so! You'll never be quite as tight as THIS", another thrust, another pained mewl. "Ever again though. And that's even before you deliver my egg! At least you know your worth now kitten."

Mallory whimpered pitifully. Any other time she would have fought him for those words alone, but stuffed with what must have been a nine inches of cock that was thicker than her arm she knew there was no point. She may as well just take it. Like a good kitten bitch. Like she was.

"You are nearing the end now. Only the last half to go." The dragon above her groaned that out with obvious pleasure. She couldn't tell if that was an actual warning or just to tease her. Another whole third, fuck. She felt him wiggle forward, felt that medial ring-like ridge pop into her slit. He wasn't bluffing.

As much as the size of it penetrating her tight pussy made her mewl in discomfort, those barbs were starting to melt at least some of her body's resistance. The arousal made her slicker on the inside too, letting it pass more easily. That was all relative, but the dragon above her took notice.

"Starting to like dragon cock my little kitten? Good. Just know that no other -mmph- no other species will ever make you feel this way. Will ever FILL you like this." Further and further he pushed his way inside until Mallory could swear there wasn't any place for him to go. She should have run out of pussy a long time ago, right?

He wouldn't give her any time to think about that. The beginnings of his knot were poking around outside her lower lips now, threatening to lock her in like a real bitch. At least that meant she was at the end of it. He left the majority of his length inside now, giving her a few merciful moments to stretch and adjust around him. Breathe Mallory, just breathe. She repeated that mantra, trying to make herself actually do it too.

"And now we get to the main course." He said oh-so smugly. After all that time pushing inside of her he finally pulled back and back and back. What was it, 12 inches of cock inside her? It just had to be, teasing at her insides the entire way out until finally only his tip was inside of her again. For a merciful moment she felt right, like her organs could all move back to where they were meant to be.

Then he rammed it forward so suddenly Mallory felt like she had been stabbed. The poor cat cried aloud, unable to hold back as the dragon above her put his whole weight and strength into fucking her. Everything up until now had just been a preamble, a test to make sure she wouldn't actually die from his fucking. NOW she was going to feel the full force of a feral dragon in heat.

"That's right, squeal for me bitch. Squeal for this dragon cock!" His previously teasing words were more crass now, panted out to reflect his more bestial nature. A dragon was a strong creature, and he was using all of his might to fuck this caught cat.

In and out, in and out. Mallory was feeling every part of that cock in great detail. The prying tip forced her open with every push forward, the barbs along it pulled and teased her to forced arousal with every pull back, even that little ring was there to give her a warning that she was close to taking it all. With every thrust the cat was forced to become familiar with all the constituent parts of his cock, to learn how they affected her personally.

The pain of the stretching from before had mercifully faded down as more of her own wetness was stirred up and she adjusted around his massive length and girth. Unfortunately it had been largely replaced with the pain of how hard he was fucking her now. Jamming her forward and into the floor with every thrust, bashing her on it so hard it would have been damaging if she hadn't had her breastplate to take the blows.

Apparently that still wasn't firm enough for him though. The dragon moved one of his legs to step on her back, forcing her to stay still as he pounded her. Making sure that every ounce of pressure he put into destroying her pussy would be firmly felt in her hips.

Her whole body was being slammed again and again, dragon cock acting like a weapon. Mallory groaned as her cunt was used as a toy, the animalistic pressures of his heat all that mattered in the dragon's mind. He fucked like he was possessed, like if he slowed down for even a second the chance to impregnate she would slip away.

The silver lining to his feverish pace was a lowered stamina. Already his thrusts were growing more erratic and less controlled, and Mallory knew it. Sweet, sweet mercy was in sight. He groaned out one last tease, "Don't think... don't think I can knot but... but unf..."

Whatever he would have said was rapidly forgotten as he took a few final thrusts into her. Finally he threw back his head and roared his dominance. A flood of hot cum poured into Mallory's abused body, filling every crevice inside of her even more thoroughly than that huge cock already was. The thick liquid poured out of her. So much of it coming that it overflowed immediately to make a mess of her, his cock and the cave floor underneath them.

All Mallory could do was groan as she felt it inside. She knew just how vulnerable she was to that potent stuff. Just how likely it was that this mating would be productive. What would she do then? Thoughts floated around her mind of her body swelling with child and not fitting in her own armor, of people pointing and whispering about the knight who was a slut for dragons. Why was there a pang of arousal at those thoughts?

She was snapped out of her reverie by that grating chuckle from the dragon. "You were a good fuck kitten", he admitted. "Just too bad I couldn't knot you, would have saved us from having QUITE a mess down there. If only one of us had a tongue specifically for cleaning and grooming. Oh wait, kitten bitches have just that! Maybe you are better than a dragoness after all."

So he wanted her to lick him clean too. Would the degradation ever end? At least his cock was starting to deflate now. Slowly, but it was doing it. It was still well over half its full length when he suddenly yanked it out of her, leaving Mallory to gasp at the sudden feeling of emptiness deep inside.

The clawed paw that was pinning her down stepped off. "So get to work. Or I'll just have a post-coital snack." Mallory's head was spinning from all of the swirling sensations. She felt so disoriented, so messed up. All she could really do was obey, turn around. Face the massive thing that had been penetrating her. And then lick it.

Ugh, it tasted so strongly! Her own juices were mingled with the nutty, rich taste of his cum. Not the kind of cocktail she had wanted to have tonight. "Keep it up. More of that kitten." He had just enough of a growl in his voice that Mallory knew it was an order. She licked faster, harder all around his cock. From the tip, to each of those barbs, down to where it had splashed onto his knot. At least that much hadn't gone inside of her.

Finally after an eternity of licking she was nearing completion. Just a few more licks of that nutty cum and he would be clean. Mallory pulled her head back, sitting on her knees as she really took in everything that had happened. Fuck, what was next for her?

"You would not survive leaving at this hour, it's too cold", the dragon told her simply. It wasn't a tease or something to humiliate her, it was merely a stated fact. "And someone has cut my wing, so I can not leave either. Instead we have a long, fun night ahead of us. Of course a dragon's heat is not sated by a single encounter." That damned grin was growing on his face, and it was not the only thing growing again either.

Mallory whimpered pitifully, but that hadn't stopped him before and it wouldn't now. "Try using your mouth this time kitten. I want to feel these famous cat purrs."

---

It was the longest night of Mallory's life. She had been fucked in every position she could think of, and some she hadn't even considered. Her cunt was sore, her jaw was sore, and she was lucky her ass wasn't sore. But finally she had fucked the smug out of that damned dragon. Well, mostly.

"I will not keep you any longer kitten", he said sleepily. "But if I ever see you again, I cannot guarantee you will get away so easily. For now though, enjoy your egg. Be proud to have done one thing right on this day."

It was hard, but Mallory shakily got to her feet. Her legs felt like jelly after that long night, but she would fight through much worse if it meant she got to leave this place that now smelled so deeply of dragon cum. Looking around she spotted her sword. The dragon knew as well as she did that in this state she was no threat, so barely batted an eye as she picked it up and sheathed it.

Mallory glanced back at him. He was hardly paying attention, and looked half-asleep already. Maybe she could just grab some of this gold too and--

An earth-shaking growl cuts her off. "Do not even think about it. You had my mercy. Had. Leave that shiny breast armor piece behind and you might walk out of here alive."

Fuck. That's her second-most expensive piece of equipment, after the sword. He does not seem to be joking around though, and she isn't going to test him. Reluctantly Mallory reaches for the buckles, undoing the leather straps holding the armor piece in place. Up over her head she lifts it, then tosses it onto the pile of gold she had been reaching for. "I'm sorry Sir", she says simply.

"As you should be, kitten. Out of my cave."

There had never been a better cue for Mallory to leave without looking back.

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Back at the village she had set out from, excited faces crowded around the knight, all asking her questions eagerly.

"Did you slay it?"

"How did you do it?"

"How big was it?"

"Did you take it yourself?"

Mallory put on her best smile, hoping the villagers wouldn't be able to tell how fake it was. "He won't be bothering anyone for a while I think." Given his wing injury that was true. Just not what they were probably hoping for.

The village elder handling the bounty seemed a bit suspicious of her, but the clarification that it was just injured it lowered the level of scrutiny on her. However, without the kill she only got a fraction of the bounty. The money wasn't much, and certainly wasn't enough to buy her a new breastplate, but she could at least eat.

If anyone in town noticed the change in her armor they didn't mention it. She wasn't keen to talk about it either, and soon left the village to head back home. That and see a doctor to find out more about what a draconic pregnancy would entail.