Operation Vyrri
Upon the dark recess the world was today, it just added upon with the dark and dreary rain that hammered down upon the landscape, letting shadows dance as the lighting arched and balled into the sky. Clashes of light and shadow playing over the landscape as if charged by the air. The cold and steady wind the drew across the mountain range was as swift and bitter as if winter was falling upon the land. Lest there be on spot on the range that was not in the shadow of the clouds, or in the war path of the cold and bitter rains. A certain spot that was yet beyond a hold of darkness. In this place was a forest of almost unimaginable age. From a period of time when the dinosaurs ruled the landscape.
Though in this spot dinosaurs did not exist, the beings in the forest were under the rule, a very passive one at that, of Vyrrimiat. The darker reaches of the place was a cave, through which the valley's water supply came. A dark tunnel with narrow shafts of boiling water to either side of the cave mouth. Scattered along the path is a series of bone fragments from long ago, and deeper into the jungle lays the lair of the beast that caused them.
Tall in height, and dark green in coloration, a dragoness of half breed nature live, clad in little more than a lion cloth. Though harsher times she would have happened to be wearing more, but at this time, she was wearing little more than the lion cloth, and loosely at that.
The dragon that enters the valley is a hunter, a predator of dark needs and lusts. He hungers for something to sate any amount of his needs or wants. So he starts to lurk about the forest, aiming to find his ends. His maw is a tool of the greatest tracking, nothing less than a sharp sense of smell, and a keen eyesight. He stalks, lurking about the shadows up until he has the smell of the half dragoness reach his nose, a sweet nectar with the lust driving scent of the dragoness. He smirks, it's a dark smile that drifts over his lips like a bad disease.
Dark accounts of this dragon, causing both pain, and unperfected pleasure, drift about the land as if ghosts. Though for today, he seeks only to sate a portion of his sex drive, a large an untamable beast that drives him to great feats.
Steadily he stalks his prey, forever waiting for the moment to strike, his opportunity arises when she makes her daily trip to the dark cave, to bathe in the warm waters of the spring. His maw is hungry with the thought of her on his tongue, and his body is tight with eagerness. As he sits there upon a rock in the upper reaches of the tunnel, he starts to grin darker as he reaches down and picks up a stone, then scrambling over the rock surface with a steady grip upon the face of the sheer rock, he follows her, silently, steadily.
She reaches the hot water, warm and seeping over the edges of the basin, it covers parts of the floor leaving it slick and warm, though smelling slightly off, it puts off the dragon's scent hard enough that he is able to get within two breathes' reach of her. His mind is reeling with dark images of lustful and controlling acts to force upon her. And in his eagerness he finds an erection, rather hard, hidden beneath the covering of his dark garb, written in bold lettering across the back of his shirt is a name, his, Warth.
Smiling he lets his fingers drum upon the dip of his chin as he leans over to her with a steady and gentle rumble, letting her feel his presence for the first time while she sits in the tub utterly nude. He grins and reaches around, cupping her large scaly breasts inside of his paws. "Hello my dear, it seems I have caught you." His tongue slides up her neck as he gives out a gentle and steady murr to her.
She at first is caught totally speechless, dumbfounded at the fact that a large drake was currently feeling her up with the greatest of ease, and she enjoyed it. He legs quivered in the pool of hot water as she arched her back against the groping paws, she starts to moan a bit as he pinches upon her nipples. She leans back into him, trying to pull back against him only to find herself stuck, firmly stuck in the tub, and unable to get closer.
He grins as she squirms under his minor touches, long without the touch of a male, she must be getting a rather firm overload. His grin spreads as he pulls her back and out of the tub, to run his fingers over her hips and then over her breasts again. Teasing her some as he pins her harder against he floor and then straddles her. A dark grin drifts over his lips as he starts to reach down to her crotch, rubbing her groin with a dark grin pushing a finger slightly into her sex to drive her squirming on before he withdraws the finger from the hugging and needy walls of her sex.
He starts to run his finger slowly over her sex, teasing her as she squirms and bucks under the caress of his fingers. Warth starts to slide his tongue against her neck as she pleas and begs for more, starting to buck against his fingers, wanting him deeper inside of her, to end the teasing he so cruelly lays on. And he does dip his fingers into her, only to spread her folds and watch her arousal squirt from her when her folds and spread open. He starts to rumble a bit as he watches them with a steady grin of his maw.
She squirms and bucks her hips a bit as he smiles and makes her ride on his fingers with a dark and steady grinning. His maw parts to wrap around her breast, letting his tongue slide out against her nipple. Forked as it was it pokes at her nipple with the dip, and then starts to wrap around her sensitive little peak. He murrs and suckles upon her breast as she squirms under him, up to his second knuckle dug into her tight cunny, letting his fingers rub against her wall with a steady stroke and grind.
He waits while she squirms and bucks against him, thrashing in the thralls of pleasure. Then he stops, spreads her hips wider and then rubs her clit with his thumb, teasing her to her peak as she groans out to the ceiling of the cavern. The sounds of mass slaughter from outside to all others. He just starts to grind her clit with his fingers, teasing and molesting her as he sees fit. She screams as she orgasms, her juice spurting over the floor as he spreads her sex open. He purrs and leans over to run his tongue against her neck, watching her steadily.
He grins darker as he makes her stand in front of him, her eyes adverting to the ground as he pulls out a multi needle tool, and presses it to her green scales, his eyes working idly as he starts to etch his marks into her, tainting her normally very fast growing skin cells with silver nitrate, making a dark black pattern over her body as he draws. He smiles deeply as he starts to pull out a leather corset from a bag he had left further up in the cave, he straps it onto her as she squirms against him slightly, still a bit sore from the tattooing. He smiles happily almost as he sees her wearing the corset. The last remaining item he does to her is that he pulls onto her legs a pair of fine fishnet stockings.
She squirms and pulls a bit, looking up at him as he dresses her like some gothic hooker, only to have it fully completed by a firm green collar being snapped around her neck, locking in her position as his little bitch. She squirms and dares not stare up at him as he looks down to her. She utters some words under her breath as she sits there on the floor, legs pushed in as a sight of defeat. "...Hope its worth it."
He smiles and unzips his pants, gripping on the back of her head by the horns, he smirks as dark as he can while he puts his thick member against her maw. He watches her with a steady rumble of pleasure while she wiggles a bit and then takes his long thick cock into her mouth. He starts to churr a bit as his thick and hot cock slides into her mouth, pushing down into her throat as he starts to thrust his hips a bit. He gives a steady and long rumble as his hot cock starts to slide deep inside of her mouth, pushing into her throat. Warth grunts as he holds onto the back of her head and thrusts down inside of her muzzle with a deep rumble of sheer pleasure. His hot and throbbing cock starts to thrust faster into her mouth while she suckles upon him, timidly trying to give him pleasure as he gags her every so often with the deep muzzle thrusts.
He starts to churr deeper as he thrusts hard into her tight and hot muzzle, her tongue squirming on the underside of his member as she sits under him, taking the hard deep thrusts into her mouth. He groans hard as he starts to spurt pre into her mouth, feeding her the pre cum of her new master. His grin drifts over the side of his muzzle as he starts to moan out steadily. His eyes close as he holds her head down upon his thick cock, then he starts to murr as he feeds her his hot thick seed, letting it coat the inside of her mouth as he cums hard and fast into her muzzle. He starts to purr as his thick and long member slides from her maw, dripping his thick white load. He sucks at the load, coughing a bit from the amount that had hit the back of her throat so suddenly.
She stirs softly and licks the amounts of his cum that she can get up, pulling the hot thick seed into her maw and then gulps it down. He churrs as he watches her, then rubs her head, giving her a smile and letting her look him in the eyes before he pulls her up.
He smiles and leads her up and out of the cave for the day, his paw placed on her rear.