This story contains scenes of non-consensual sex between a human and
reptile, submission and flesh-bondage.
The dragons were comparative newcomers to the isle of Severius, having
come from the New Continent to dwell in the Western Mountains only
seventy years ago. They have been a boon to mankind ever since. Their
glorious migrating flight caught the humans' imaginations, prompting
to sail out to the land the creatures described, and this was the first
discovery of the vast New Continent. The dragons brought protection
the humans who shared the mountains with them, bringing protection
the wild lizard men which had been plaguing the people for centuries,
creatures that used humans to increase their own species numbers by
kidnapping, transformation, rape and impregnation. And this allowed
humanity to expand out from their fortified settlements and develop
kingdoms. The dragons were willing to share territories with humans
live amongst them, leading to a mixture of human and animal in social
ways incomparable to any other across Severius.
But there were still major differences in custom between dragons and
humanity. In the villages and towns that were also dragon rookeries,
was amazing how well the creatures co-operated so well, given when
differences surfaced and conflicted.
* * * * * * * * * *
The dragon came into the throne room on the shoulder of Queen Caldes.
resembled a tiny salamander, though was bulkier. His scales were a
green, though with tiny red scales just under his ears and along his
"Daughter, this is, uhh, Amas. The draconic emissary," she stated
The princess looked at the gorgeous creature. She had expected the
emmisary to be large enough to necessitate the opening of the main
room doors. The dragon, if such a name could be given to such a little
lizard, smiled, and flapped into the air. Emera gasped and ducked,
too late to stop him from landing on her head and nestling into her
The feeling of this was a little icky. Emera tried to think straight.
"It's a pleasure to, umm meet you, your…" not Excellency, or Honour,
Lord. She knew over fifty titles, human ones at least. Did she really
need to give such a little thing an honourary?
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Amas," she said finally. She felt him
the locks of her hair.
"Really? You seem rather nervous to me. Possibly because you were
expecting me to be fifteen foot tall. Really a pleasure?" he said.
voice, from atop her head sounded quiet but deep. Emera nodded gently.
"Then you will positively enjoy taking me around the castle…" he replied,
tilting to remain upon her. Emera, puzzled, curtsied to her mother
the courtiers and backed out of the room, as the little reptile rested
* * * * * * * * * *
The first day ended delightfully. He was the most informal creature
met, and she was glad that he was so small. He fell asleep with her
The next morning a lizard the size of Emera's head woke her up.
"Your castle is an intriguing construction. These manufactured caves
a surprisingly good idea. And now, I desire to see your kingdom." Emera
moved her head back so she could get the bigger dragon into focus.
"But, Amas, I don't really know the kingdom. I've almost never left
castle," she said sadly. The dragon smiled, his lips curling back to
reveal obviously carniverous teeth.
"Then I will show the kingdom to you. The forests I will learn about
teach to you." And after Emera and he had evaded the guards sent by
mother, they did so. In the bare beauty of the woods, they played tag,
but the creature always won, reacting with incredible reflexes and
fleeting after her with bright green wings. But Emera never minded
The dragon made up a silly name game. He called her Suma. That night
saw him catch and swallow three frogs whole. She ran away from him
horror, but let him share her bed anyway, that night.
The next morning came, and the beast was the size of her arm. He stood
hind legs, astride her neck, and pressed his talons, clawed like a
hawk's, against her lips. Emera woke up with a scared groan, as she
looked up the underbelly of the creature. He craned his head downwards
and his snout touched her mouth gently. She smiled a little and stroked
him, to his pleasure. He hugged her passionately, with scaly arms that
yesterday wouldn't even reach around her neck.
And on the fourth day she woke up with a dragon half Emera's size, and
nearly her weight. He shared her bed now. As soon as she could escape
castle, they ran deep into the woods together, and played quite rough
games now. He ran faster than her, wrestled her to the ground, tickled
her on her belly when she tried to stroke him. With each game he became
happier, but more demanding. She came back with a torn skirt, and smelled
faintly of him from rubbing against the scent glands on his neck. Emera
remembered the look of her mother when she saw the little princess,
smelled her. The girl started to wonder herself how much her wonderful
pet started to worry her as well. She slipped upstairs to get a shower.
Her Amas slipped into her bedroom, opening the door. Emera whirled
around, partially undressed, and covered her breasts. She felt only
partially relieved that it was the dragon.
"Amas! How did you get in? The guards…"
"My Suma… your scent is perfect. Why do you wish to shower?"
"Umm… Because we've been running around… I'm covered in sweat," she
blushing. Amas slipped into the bed and opened the covers.
"Come here, Suma…" he commanded gently. Emera looked about uncertainly.
He commanded her all the time now, and she felt sure she should order
back. But she felt just the smallest twinge of pleasure whenever he
her to do something, or submit to something, and she felt herself become
a little more dependant to him. She hung her head and crept to him.
slid out of the bed and disrobed her with lightly moving claws. Emera's
hands twitched as she felt his bone-like talons touching her body,
she let him disrobe her until only her underwear remained. This was
scary! It felt good to obey him, and that was frightening too. She
hovered uncertainly, then pulled her body into the bed against Amas'
scaly body. Feeling his tail slide posessively over her form and wrap
around her legs, her sweat made her skin stick to his. He cooed her
sleep, holding her tightly.
The sixth day came, and Emera was allowed into the woods routinely,
only guard Amas, who was now easily her height, and considerably heavier.
They took the Queen's own riding lizard, a powerful, quadrupedal reptile
Amera fondly loved, and she rode upon him while Amas stalked by her
They went further into the woods than ever before, past the limits
adventurous children, then beyond those of any sensible adult.
Emera looked around, warily. There seemed to be more noise around than
either of them were making.
"I think someone's following us," she said, unsure. Amas looked around.
"Yes, it still is," he replied airily. Emera shivered. She didn't expect
it to really be anything but her nerves.
"It's the Carnal." Again, Amas sounded confident and easygoing.
"But that's not supposed to exist!" squealed the princess. The Carnal
feared, though it was not understood or well known. But there were
stories about it's offspring, monstous entities that led the lizard
invasions. But she was worse than any of those, as she had caused them
come into existance!
The dragon stopped, as did Emera's heavy, reptilian mount. She heard
something rustling through undergrowth. It wasn't the repetitive steps
someone walking. It was the sound of creeping, of something sliding
through the bushes and over the grass.
"Come here, Suma," said the dragon, softly. Emera immediately leapt
the lizard and embraced Amas, pressing her whole body against his scaly
underbelly. Amas hissed gently and closed his wings around the girl.
stroked around the warm, scaly darkness and shivered.
"Please protect me, Amas!"
The dragon petted her through his heavy wings and nodded with approval.
The Carnal broke through the undergrowth and the riding lizard snorted
and clawed the ground, his talons ripping up turns. As the legend
confronted Amas, he looked up, grinned and put a single talon to his
lips, making a 'shush' gesture to it.
* * * * * * * * * *
It was the eighth day. Emera awoke in the dragons arms, the bedsheets
dangling down to his clawed talons. He held her up near the window,
on her face, showed her the glorious morning. He was about twelve foot
tall, rounded but very lean. Tightly bunched muscles bulged along his
arms as he held the girl up easily.
"Good morning, Suma. This is going to be a very special day..."
"Why's that, Amas?"
She looked about bleerily. He held her like a baby, and she instinctively
clutched his solid body.
"I'll wait for you to perfume yourself, girl." He craned his head
forward, and Emera nodded quietly. It was a routine he insisted upon,
one she carried out immediately. She pulled out her forearms from the
covers, and rubbed them along the slightly moist reddish scales at
throat. He nodded with approval as she drew them back. His nostrils
flared as he breathed in her scent mixed with his.
"What will we do today?"
"Something entirely new..."
He unwrapped the bedclothes from her body. To Emera's amazement, her
underneath was naked. Did he strip her while she was asleep? She started
to struggle but he cooed gently, rocked her like she was his child.
blushed head to toe from deep embarrassment as she looked at her
plentiful, naked breasts, then at her loins, bare except for a brief
triangle of dark pubic hair. All of her body lay snuggled in his grip.
pulled the sheets out from between his clawed arms and her buttocks
back, and she felt the tough, woodchip-like scales along his limbs
"Don't worry, you must be nude for both our comfort. Look at this..."
The dragon brought a largs, gnarled claw to his chest and tugged gently
at one of his wide underbelly-plates. It pulled away to reveal a warm
opening into his body! She looked at the beast carefully, touched his
"What? It... it's a pocket!"
"A pouch. Like a kangaroo's. I could carry you around in it, make you
wonderfully comfortable while no-one knows where you are..." He put
down carefully to her feet. Emera's eyes were wide with curiosity,
she felt her shame at being naked lessen. She reached a hand into his
pouch, felt around. It was smooth inside, or rather, filled with
thousands of very fine scaly bumps.
"We can carry our Suma in the pouch while we fly. They are wonderfully
warm and perfectly safe." He smiled, as he saw Emera's expression of
"Y, you can fly with me?" she squealed. He nodded.
"That can wait for another day. First, I will give you invisibility.
into my pouch, Suma, the same way you would enter a sleeping bag..."
gently placed her onto the fallen bed sheets in a sitting position,
slipped easily onto all fours. Emera looked uncertain.
"Pleasssse…" sibilated Amas, as he looked down at her, smiled, flapped
his wings. Emera blinked and giggled as she felt a cool draft sweep
her naked body. She looked at the huge, glinting green sails. The idea
was very pleasing.
"Another day you fly. Today, you discover what it feels like to wander
the palace naked," he grinned. Emera couldn't resist a shiver, and
gently stroked her in response. The princess felt her willpower drain,
become the wonderful fluffy feeling of submissiveness. She slowly got
onto her hands and knees in front of him, then hesitated. And finally,
started to crawl backwards. His head passed over her peachy buttocks,
she nearly expected a lick. This was scary, crawling backwards naked,
like a female manouvering into position to be mated. But she was used
doing everything he said. She obeyed his every command, and he'd never
taken advantage, at least not in a way that didn't please them both.
took hold of her feet with a wide claw, slipped them against, then
the scaly slit in his belly. Her toes felt wonderfully warm in here.
continued to shuffle backwards and the pouch stretched to let in her
feet, then ankles. The dragon was all around her now, his forelegs
scraping gently past her shoulders, his expansive chest inches over
rump. Amas purred gently as the slit widened around her shins. It felt
like she was slowly being swallowed, all warmth and smoothness. Before
she knew it she felt her hips slip in, the scales rubbing gently against
her vagina. Emera felt her hot flush spread slowly over her body again,
just before she felt the dragon lurch suddenly onto his hind legs.
squealed and lost her balance a little as she stopped pushing herself
from horizontal and started to slide in, straight down. She felt a
touch her bare back, then convulsions around her as the beast gently
shook his body to bring her down and in.
"Wonderful... very good, little suma. What does it feel like?" he hissed,
as his writhing caused her to settle upto the top of her belly. Emera
grinned nervously and wriggled her toes in the spacious, warm depths.
adjusted her legs inside him, opened them just a little. Her hands
around the lip of the slit. It felt quite nice, despite the feeling
mounting helplessness, proneness to him. It also felt nice for those
"I feel very comfortable. Like a baby dragon" she giggled. She had
slipped in as far as the cusp of her breasts. One, then the other,
squeezed into the pouch and she continued to descend. She could feel
gentle curves and shallow valleys that marked his muscles. They were
solidly packed, the sort a human male would die for.
"And females do use them to carry our young. Males use them to carry
Suma." He stroked her hair, smoothed it down as strands caught on his
"I thought Suma meant your young... I thought you were calling me your
hatchling. So what does it mean?" Now she was up to her neck in him.
"What have I been calling you all this time?" He looked down to the
and convuulsed harder. The waves of movement sucked her down faster.
realised the definitions of muscles on his chest were slightly
wedge-shaped, and the curves started to pull her legs apart. It took
her strength to keep her legs closed, just to remain decent while in
intimate contact. She felt a little afraid. Emera looked down at the
barely noticeable bulge she made in him.
"Suma is the name of a female dragon who is the slave of a male. It
always starts with being tricked or forced into the belly. No-one knows
they are there. And no-one will know you are inside me," he said,
chuckling slightly. He slid his hands over the pouch, rubbing through
to caress her stomach, then around her thighs. Swiftly he ran his claws
to her knees and rubbed roughly, pulling them wide open, to the
scratching noise of scales rubbing against scales.
"Wh... what are you doin..." she began, until a final convulse slipped
her head under the pouch. It slowly closed above her, and where the
touched they sealed. Emera squealed and looked up to see the light
dissapear. Stuck in utter, close darkness she could hear his soft
breathing, feel the heartbeat against her spine. Muscles pulled and
pushed around her as she felt him move.
Slowly light returned - a soft red, membranous glow came from light
filtered through the flap of scaly skin that trapped her. She struggled
desperately, feeling the dull terror and thrill of entrapment. But
movement was hard, and the slippery scales were impossible to hold
brace against without her soft skin sliding away and down. She continued
to descend, until her legs felt the bottom of the pocket-like pouch,
to his thighs. She pressed her hands tight against the seal above her
it seamed to have... healed. She hauled her legs closed again, though
was amazingly difficult - between her legs a was a thick, hill-like
of muscle. Her legs wouldn't close again for long - the pouch seemed
be designed to keep her akimbo, and her legs were already tired of
clutching together. As her legs opened slowly, the effort of standing
became harder, and eventually she started to slip down the scaly sides
into a squatting, kneeling position.
When she got low enough she felt something bobbing agaimst her thighs,
then press tightly against the groove in her bottom. It was large and
long, organic as her surroundings. She looked down, then suddenly
shrieked as she realised that it was his penis against her! She struggled
desperately to escape it, her hands and legs scrabbling against the
pitlike thing she was trapped in, but his now firmer convulsions
propelled her back down.
"Your struggles delight me," said a voice from his chest and throat,
sort of subvocalised whisper she felt rather than heard. "Your skin
against my scales pleasantly. Please, keep trying to escape..." Emera
screamed with horror. She squirmed, but the pouch shape kept manipulating
her body above his manhood, her legs wide open. Her leg muscles screamed
their weariness and her knees started to bend, the erection firmly
between her legs. Curiosity and fear of the unknown forced her fingers
touch the penis, and her eyes to peer straight down between her legs.
was thick, slightly curly like a pigs tail. Her fingers touched the
where it reached into a slit right next to what felt like his loins.
the light it glinted stark red. The animal thing was as thick as her
forearm, and around twenty inches long. It was far too large for her,
she knew there was nothing she could do to escape it, not now. It's
veins bulged out, the egg-like red tip sprouted out from the shaft
almost slimy green scales.
She screamed at the feel of her wildly shivering legs giving out, her
loins descending, then the bulging penis touching her flaps firmly.
dragon chuckled as he pressed it slightly into her body, and she wailed
to feel it's insidious nuzzling between her vaginal lips.
"The suma are will never lead a life seperate from their hosts, and
will never be able to choose what they want to do. Your life is now
You will basically become a part of me, another limb, or internal organ."
"Why are you doing this to me?" squealed Emera, unable to stop thinking
about the solid, curled pole between her legs.
"Because you have lied down and become submissive to me. Because I want
you to be with me forever. I love you, Suma..." He cuddled his belly,
she felt his arms around her chest. "Because I want to see you lose
status as princess and become a helpless, lustful little beast." He
gasped with pleasure as her struggles started anew. He chuckled lightly
and slipped to all-fours. Emera felt her world go horizontal again,
his muscles oozing against her flesh as he padded slowly towards the
door. She breathed heavily, sighed with relief as his penis was pulled
away, and she slid forwards to the front of his pouch.
Every step he took caused Emera to jiggle up and down in his sac. Her
mouth was pressed against the skin, and her relief increased as she
that air was passing through it - when he breathed in it contracted,
forcing stale air out, when he breathed out it refilled. She picked
the flagstones passing under her, through his membranous skin. She
wondered whether her sight was becoming accustomed to the weird
conditions or he was somehow making it translucent to her. She saw
feet of a handmaiden walk past, as she shook with panic, as she wondered
if she would be discovered in this... position. The dragon reared up,
Emera shrieked as she felt something brush her privates. But as a door
appeared in her vision, and a claw reached out to twist the doorknob
realised he was just freeing his front legs to open the door. Her Amas
got back to all fours, padded onwards with a chuckle.
Emera strained to look ahead of her, and saw through the deep redness
floor of a big room. To her horror she saw her mother, on the throne,
across a table set for the morning banquet. Amas weaved through the
of guests - Dukes and Duchesses, servants, royals from neighbouring
kingdoms. People bumped gently against him and her, treating the dragon
as just another person. Accordingly he picked up a plate, then walked
three-legged towards the queen, people stepping aside smoothly to let
powerful creature through.
"A, Amas, what are you doing?" she squealed.
"Tell me Emera," whispered the dragon, "Why arne't you screaming for
now? How do you feel being naked in a filled room before your mother?"
Emera didn't answer. But it was something of a thrill, her bare body
hanging down in front of them. She could do anything in here, and no-one
would notice. But she couldn't face the shame of being discovered.
dragon padded up the steps and then reared up again. Emera struggled,
tried to escape being pulled downwards, but her aching legs were smoothly
pulled wider apart once more.
She looked directly at the face of her mother just as the penis touched
"Your majesty," said the dragon. He handed her the plate of food. Emera
felt his loins twitch, and right between her legs his penis slide up,
nearly an inch into her vagina. Suddenly she shrieked, screamed, shouted
for help. She had no choice but to be seen now, to escape him at any
cost. Her mother was just a few feet away, surely she could see her,
surely she could hear. The queen smiled, looked at Emera's host and
the plate. Amas whispered to his Suma, the subliminal, thrumming noise
making his belly shake.
"Your body feels very good. Your mother must be proud of you..." She
his thighs clench, and suddenly he thrust himself into her, his penis
pulling in by several inches even though his body barely moved from
outside. She felt her vagina being opened wide, and became a focus
stretched pain and perverse sensation. Her vagina, now wet, ran trickles
of lubrication down his staff.
"No! Aaaaaaahhhhh! Please, mother, help meee!" Her body was lifted by
thrust and she felt the weight of her body leave her knees. He front
pressed tightly against his pouch. It ached inside her, the subtle
corkscrew of his shaft boring into the muscles around the sides,
appealing horribly. Amas rubbbed it inside her quickly, like an animals
mating strokes. She felt full but only his cocktip was inside her.
"Dear dragon, where's Emera today?" asked the queen gently. The dragon
smiled, Emera could somehow tell. He pulled out an inch and, buttocks
tensing, tail twitching, he thrust in harder.
"She remains in bed, your Majesty," said the dragon smoothly as Emera
felt his heart rate quicken, and his curling penis sank in eight inches,
running easily along her birthing canal, causing stinging pain and
horrid pleasure. Her crotch was soaked with juices from her own body,
she cringed with fear and shame. Her Amas was raping her just feet
from her mother!
Amas rippled his manhood up further, pressed against the final barrier
her womb. She renewed her struggles, pressing out at his pouch and
screaming. Looking upon the serene gazes of her own parent she
experienced the first, most powerful orgasm of her life. She screamed
with climax and terror, and beat the skin she was being thrust against.
While soft, his skin didn't move much under her blow. The dragon suddenly
pulled out, creating a powerful sucking feeling inside her slit, then
back up again, maintaining Emeras' orgasm and building towards his
His outstretched arms were only slightly shaking as the queen plucked
cake from the plate. She smiled simply, though with just a hint of
suspicion, it seemed to Emera. Her eyes opened wider suddenly, then
dissapeared into the red haze of the background as Amas slipped away
the thrones. He settled into a merciless, shallow but fast humping
as he calmly walked through the crowds on hind legs. Emera felt men
women slide past her body, nudging her through the dragon's skin, as
was kept feeling horny even through the depravity. Her slit was hot
the friction, her dripping labia pulling in and out with his shaft.
Ahead of her a door opened, a corridor came back into view, and then
room. The dragon closed the heavy door and oozed to the floor, placing
enough weight on his front to make Emira whimper with fear, and feel
breasts spread like pools. Then he heaved forwards and slammed his
hard into her open slit, swallowing ten inches of shaft into her. It
bludgened at her cervix, and Emera screamed with pain. He pulled back
thrust again, and the tip ran through the passage again, stretching
barrier like rubber, then splitting it. Emera screamed and thrashed,
Amas calmed, stroked her sides through his skin. His penis ran through
the raw rupture and oozed into her womb.
"I'm sorry… the pain won't last. And you don't need a cervix now," he
said through a soft tone working up into a guttural snarl of savage
Emera whimpered as he humped her with great, long withdrawals and sudden
thrusts that took the egg-like head of his penis from her stark red
to deep into her womb. Emera felt herself moving headlong into a second
climax, out of any control but his. She felt his penis embed itself
her tummy and remain there, settling into shallow but fast spasms,
Emera felt all her muscles lock, her body tensing into joyous orgasm.
The dragon pressed down harder than ever before as his penis twitched,
the head running against the top of her cervix. He growled harshly,
then the princess felt her womb start to fill with the monsters' semen.
She screamed and entered her own peak, the pleasure diluting the pain,
complementing it. Their liquids mixed inside her body and started to
out of her vagina, pinkish from the addition of blood from what was
hymen and cervix. He groaned quietly, rubbed her belly through the
blister-like pouch, and over a gallon of thick ooze slipped over her
front and into her pores.
As Emera started to come down from her peak, she heard the bedroom door
open. Amas remained with his belly and hind legs on the floor, but
supported himself tiredly on his forelegs. The Queen walked into view,
accompanied by a young, apparently pregnant handmaiden. Emera felt
utterly exposed, naked, leaking his cum on her own slimy skin, just
feet from her mother.
"Amas. Where is my daughter? Really?" It looked like she had been crying.
"She is truly Suma, your Majesty. She is truly mine now," He said softly.
He twitched his hips gently, suggestively. Emera cowered as she saw
Queen look down at his belly, almost directly at her face. Her mother
crouched, and squinted, as if to look in.
"You don't really want to see what I have done to your daughter, your
"You have penetrated her, Emissary?"
"I'm still inside her. We have just finished our rutting, she's full
my semen," he hissed blissfully.
"I can feel it running out of her onto my pouch. She is up to her waist
in the sperm. She's struggling hard inside me, weeping with shame.
why I'm telling you, her mother, about it," he said matter-of-factly.
"She hoped to be naughty, while unseen. But I feel her love of shame.
That's why she will make such a good Suma."
"She is still human?"
"These are her final minutes as a human. You will not intervene?"
"Of course not, Emissary. She has gone in under her own will. Or yours."
"They are both the same now. All she is now is mine," he finished.
The Queen reached a shaking hand forward, and touched the dragons' chest.
Emera, stunned, felt it over her face. She wished there were clothes
"The dragon will look after you, daughter. Please try not to worry about
what he does to you. He won't really harm you."
She stood and walked to the door. She turned around.
"You're no longer Emera. You're Suma. Tomorrow you won't even be a human.
But I'll always love you, daughter, animal or not."
She walked out of the door. Amas felt his Suma's tears run into the
of liquids. He got up and trotted into the shower. He twisted the tap,
and waited for the splashes cascading down his hide to turn warm. Then
brought a claw to the top of his pouch and slit along where the opening
used to be.
Emera looked up at the harsh light, whimpered with the hope of freedom
and surged towards it. She screamed madly as she slipped against the
pocket sides, and was pulled back down onto his dagger-like penis every
time. Amas chuckled and got onto all-fours. Emera spilled out in a
of warm fluids like a baby from an experienced womb. She looked up
fear as she untangled her naked limbs. Then she ran towards the door,
wincing at the pain in her crotch as at long last she could close her
"Emera! Stay," said Amas, his voice half order and half chuckle.
Emera stopped entirely by instinct, and the well-bred-princess drive
never misbehave. Then she looked back at the dragon, the creature that
had rutted her, and she felt anger break over her.
"No, not any more!" she shouted, and opened the door. She galloped out,
then stopped dead as she watched the maid walking down the corridor
front of her shriek. The maid was Clarabelle, one of her old nannies.
Emera covered her ripe breasts with her hands and wept with shame.
nanny stepped back, then put her hands to her chest and smiled.
"My goodness Emera, you frightened me! I'm sorry I screamed. Oh, and
the looks of you you're not Emera any more. Suma..."
Emera watched the old face split with a wistful grin. She was aware
liquid feeling, of the dragon's sperm escaping visibly out of her soaked
crotch, running down her thighs and forming a little pool on the floor.
She could smell it's pungent odour clearly, knew her nanny could as
"No, I'm still a human!" the princess cried back.
Then she felt a large shape coming from behind her. And a gnarled claw
slip between her thighs and cup around her crotch. Clarabelle curtsied
"Amas, your Grace," she said as she watched the dragon extend his centre
claw up Emeras' vagina. Emera wailed and tried to move as the cruel,
curved talon and paw-finger was buried to the last knuckle inside her,
but her crotch tugged whenever she tried. The rough scales on the foot
long digit scraped wonderfully against her insides, as his bumpy knuckles
pressed against her sopping labia. He lifted his hand, and Emera squealed
as she felt the not unpleasant sensation of all her weight being
supported on her cunt. Her feet lost contact with the floor, and she
tried to stretch to regain it. The tip of his claw slipped easily past
her still open cervix and into her womb, as semen ran off his digit
onto the ground. Amas bowed to Clarabelle, hugged his handpuppet to
chest and turned around, tail sweeping in an arc, carrying away his
human. Emera wept and cringed into Amas' solid, scaly skin. Her vagina
started to clutch and squeeze at his thick finger.
"I was impressed with your willpower, Suma," he murred genuinely. Emera
felt oddly proud of this. She felt her reserves all drained, and she
simply, almost happily let him take her back into the shower, then
her gently under the direct, fresh feeling burst of water droplets.
pushed her to her knees as he slipped free his claw, then stood proudly
"I… tried," she said is resignation and awe as she watched the great
creature, a monster she could not stop loving. He dropped as well.
watched him slide closer, then grip her head with a great paw and caress
her mouth with the end of his snout.
"You don't need to run away from me any more, or refuse any command
make. You are not shaming human females, or humanity as a whole, because
you going to become neither. All you will shame is yourself, and I
make sure the shame is great and tearful. Humans' and dragons' worth
measured by their achievements, Suma's are measured by the humiliation