The Dragon and the Vixen
This is a standalone story that i came up with and thought it was good.
WARNING!!! contains senes of graphic sex and violence that some readers may find offencev. reader descretion is strongly advised!
ABSOLUTLY NO MINORS!! all characters involved in sexual acts or depicted is a sexual context are 19 years or older,
The Dragon and the Vixen
The dragon walked calmly though the halls and corridors of his fairly large home,
whistling quietly to himself as he headed for a specific room in the mansion. He was tall, even for a dragon, easily reaching sixteen feet, his blood red eyes with their vertically slit pupils were bright with intelligence and shone out from his ebony scaled face. He wore very little at the moment, merely a somewhat clean loincloth and a jewelled bracer on his left forearm.
Finally, he reached the room he sought, and peeked though the spyhole he had drilled into the door. Beyond the door was a bedroom with décor that looked like something straight out of a nightmare. One entire wall was taken up with racks of knives, whips and restraints of all kinds. Another wall had shelves of sex toys, none of which were designed for pleasure, hanging from hooks above these shelves were gags, hoods and bondage masks. In the centre of the room stood a largish, queen sized bed that looked innocent enough, but which had the capacity to morph into various torture devices just by naming one.
The dragon grinned broadly when he spotted the bed, the spells to create that horror had cost a small fortune, but they had definitely been worth it. Glancing around the room again, he found its only occupant. She was a white furred vixen who appeared to be about sixteen or so. Her form was distinctly pleasing to the eye, being athletically slender while still maintaining D cup breasts and a curvy rump that almost begged to be taken. She was, as always, chained to the bed by her ankle with a slender golden chain. She wore no clothing except for a leather collar with a small blood ruby set directly in the centre of her ivory throat, a leather harness that framed her breasts and supported a second gem in the precise centre of her chest, and a pair of gemmed bracelets on her wrists. The dragon had cast the various enchantment of each of those items himself, they had each taken many years of research, but like the bed, they had been well worth the
effort.
The dragon took a golden key from its hook beside the door and slipped it into the lock, his cock already stirring in its sheath as he opened the door with more force than was strictly necessary. The surprise and fear on the vixen's face as she beheld his muscular form only made the dragon's grin grow broader and more unpleasant. The vixen quickly got to her feet, trying desperately to make herself look more presentable but knowing it was useless.
"Well Bitch, how has your day been?" The dragon's voice was as cold and uncaring as a winter's day in Hell, for all he sounded cultured and urban. The contrast was more than enough to make the vixen's tail poof up in alarm, though she kept the rest of her body composed in an appearance of calm.
"Bitch's day has gone well Master, though she has missed your attentions dreadfully." The dragon snorted, knowing she was lying through her teeth, but enjoying the slightly warm feeling her words brought to his sadistic soul.
"Is that so? I suppose I'll have to make up for my absence today with something
special." The dragon touched one of the gems on his bracer, activating the vixen's
enspelled bracelets and forcing her to kneel on the bed and assume the doggy position with her tail held high. The dragon growled lowly as he striped off his loincloth to expose his massive twelve-inch member to the air. Just looking at his vixen's exposed sex was more than enough to start making him rock hard, however he needed more, so he touched a second gem on his bracer to activate the corresponding gem on her chest harness.
The vixen moaned as she felt her arousal spike in response to the second spell, her pussy instantly growing wet with her juices and that was what did it most for the dragon, his cock throbbing in time to his pulse as he grew to full erection. He quickly mounted the bed behind her, grabbing her hips and lining his cock up with her entrance before thrusting all of his thick meat into her. Almost immediately, he felt her walls tearing apart around the massive invader, heard her scream of pain as her slight four foot frame was impaled on a dick that was many times too large for her to take. He felt her womb bursting open deep within her body as his cock tore though her innards, and he smelled the blood that flowed freely from her torn and ruptured cunny. All of this combined to make him smile broadly and begin to fuck her hard, his heavy balls slamming into her as he hilted his blood soaked length in the ruins of her pussy. Her screams of pain were like music to his ears and he always delighted in finding new ways to bring them out and make each one just a little louder than the last. Her body was shaking violently as more
and more of her guts were mashed into nothing more than a bloody pulp to seep slowly from the various cuts his claws made as he gripped her body. Grabbing one of her breasts, he squeezed viciously until the soft swell ruptured, popping like a balloon and spilling more of her rapidly liquefying organs from her body. The dragon smiled again as he did the same thing to her other breast, leaning forward slightly lap blood and organ from the gaping wounds. Just knowing that the crystal on her chest was enhancing her pain a thousand fold as well as keeping her in a constant state of arousal was enough to bring a warm feeling to his churning balls. Lewd and revolting sounds were emanating from her ruined pussy now, telling him that her guts were completely pulped at last and the thought of such delicious pain brought him close to his own climax, but he needed one thing more. The look in the vixen bitch's eyes told him that she knew what was coming too. Ripping his claws from her flesh, he quickly grabbed the sides of her head and started to squeeze. Her cries became shill with both pain and panic as the dragon's great strength was applied to her skull.
It didn't take very long before her skull shattered and the dragon crushed her brain. The sound and feel of it bringing him instantly to orgasm, his churning balls unleashing a torrent of molten seed into what was left of her ragged body, the smell of cooking meat quickly filled the room as the dragon's scalding hot cum burned into what was left of the vixen. Finally, his orgasm tapered off and he pulled out of her flopping, wasted body.
"That was quite good Bitch, your Master truly needed that." Laughing cruelly, the
dragon redressed and left the room, nearly colliding with a young Pegasus who served as his page in Council. The boy quickly stammered an apology and bowed to the dragon.
"L-Lord Darkus, I bring a message from Lady Cynder of the Fire Imps..." The dragon sighed and quickly returned to the matters of state that he had come here to escape for a time.
"And what would Lady Cynder want of me? She's not trying to foist that third daughter of her's on me again I hope..."
Back in the vixen's room, Bitch was taking her time to reform her body after Darkus had killed her again. The collar she wore made her next to impossible to kill permanently, but by the same token it bound her to the dragon as his slave. She couldn't remember what her real name was, Darkus had been calling her nothing but Bitch for the last five thousand years or more, and she completely hated him for it, but there was nothing she could do. The spells tied to the collar were powerful and numerous, preventing death, sickness, old age, and even her heat cycle from touching her. While also robbing her of her ability to defy any of Darkus' twisted desires, forcing her to stay her hand if ever she tried to strike him, stilling her tongue should she try and rebuke him. In essence, turning her from the proud free vixen she had been, into the broken mess she was now. As Bitch finished reforming her skull, tears began to flow from her eyes, there was so much that she could no longer remember, her past was a blur from centuries of pain and abuse, but still she yearned for something. The only trouble was, she couldn't remember what it was!
The End
well, there it is, the shortest story ive ever managed to write! i may use these characters again if i get good responces from them. well, comment and tell me what you think.