This is a rewrite of “Treasured One,” which can still be found at http://pastebin.com/gbVwUMeZ
The second part is coming soon.

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Is this my fault? Enna wondered. She guided her horse around the numerous black holes and furrows which gave the hills a ghastly scarred appearance. It must have been months ago, now, but Enna easily remembered each blood-spattered detail of her and her companions’ fight with the black dragon deep beneath the earth. They had fought the beast as they had many others, having no time to wonder what a drake’s presence might mean.

“Trap the wings!” Dailen had shouted. Rondar, bearing the heavy chain net which they had prepared for the fight, roared primally and heaved the metal through the air as Makoa brought the dragon down with an arcane whisper. Before the dragon could rise, the net fell over its wings, and Rondar soon followed, wrestling the chains and clasps into place. The creature had howled then, a sound which had shaken the entire cavern and likely the whole mountain. Enna’s ears had rung in pain, yet over the noise she continued to sing, feeling as the spirits within the mountain responded to her voice which grew to a volume above even the dragon’s roar.

It had not taken much longer for Rondar and Dailen to beat the dragon into unconsciousness. As Dailen prepared to ram a spear into its throat, Enna had suddenly noticed a hooded figure retreat around a corner. She called attention to it, sending everyone chasing after the stranger.

As the cave quieted, she found herself alone, with nothing but a dying dragon for company. Making sure that nobody else was around, Enna had stepped carefully over to it. Enna could recall each detail of the dragon as clearly now as she did then: She could feel the hard, smooth scales under her hand, could feel the warmth which radiated from them like a pot fresh from the hearth. She also remembered even more clearly the ankles of the beast, which seemed unnaturally thin for something so massive.

“You’re a prisoner, aren’t you?” Enna asked somberly as she stroked its thick shoulder. Gingerly, she touched the small pendant hanging about her neck and glanced in the direction in which Dailen had run. Looking back at the dragon, she whispered “You deserve a second chance, too.”

Sympathy welled within her, and before she had stopped to think about what could happen, Enna placed her hands over the hard ebony scales. Beginning with a low hum which grew into a sonorous tone, Enna began to sing. She could feel as the spirits within the mountain shifted uncomfortably about her, but they did as she asked, crawling invisibly up to the dragon’s wounds. A warmth spread beneath Enna’s fingertips as the long cuts knitted together, and before long the blood had ceased its flow. Enna closed the song gently and leaned back onto the stone wall, watching the bulk before her carefully.

Soon, the dragon drew a deep breath and flicked open its massive yellow eyes. The beast lurched to its feet, stumbling for a moment as its wounds throbbed. Enna backed away frantically, but not before the dragon had seen her. Its long tail lashed out, hitting her square in the stomach and sending her flying back into the cavern wall. Her vision blurred, and she saw as the dragon eyed her hungrily. In her daze, Enna shook her head and pointed weakly at the cave’s exit. “Go!” she had shouted. The dragon looked where she pointed, looked back at her, then lumbered away as it spat a wad of blood on the ground.

I let it live, Enna thought. The scorched fields, slaughtered livestock, and dead innocents were all her doing. That’s why she’d come so far south, though; if this dragon was the same that she had healed, it was her responsibility to end this problem. What troubled her the most wasn’t that the dragon had gone so rampant- her greatest fear right now was that she had come so close to its cave, now within sight of it, and yet had not been accosted. From what the rumors had said, nobody could even get close to the mountains any more.

Enna checked the straps on her sword one more time and made the final climb up to the mouth of the cave. She dismounted and drew out a torch, quickly lightning it as she peered into the gaping mouth before her. The darkness inside seemed undisturbed by the light of the sun, and seemed to draw in the light of her torch. The cave whispered gently as wind blew across it, sending chills across Enna’s skin. She reached within her jerkin and clasped the rough stone pendant hanging there firmly. The cave whispered again, and Enna took a resolute step inside. r

Within, the cave’s whispers continued louder than before, becoming a low howl.. Enna’s torch reflected oddly off of water which trickled down the walls, and the air itself seemed to cling to her like a cold silken cloak. “Like the throat of a great beast,” she mused, but pressed downward through the twisting passages. “Hello?” she called, then cleared her throat. “T’saak?” The word grated on her throat.

“Hello,” something whispered behind her. The voice responded in deep Draconian, and Enna whipped around to see a large black reptilian head before her with yellow eyes shining like lanterns. She reached for her sword, but the dragon blew softly and extinguished her torch. The darkness surrounded her immediately, and Enna froze in place, her heart beating frantically. She heard a deep intake of air in front of her, followed by a steady breath which wafted over her and filled the air with a harsh acrid stench.

“Mmm,” the dragon rumbled. “You are afraid.”

Enna wet her lips “I am alive,” she said haltingly.

“Impressive,” it mused. The sound bounced about her, echoing endlessly in the darkness. “Ours is no easy tongue for a human. Who taught you such things?” Enna turned carefully, trying to pinpoint the dragon. His voice seemed to be moving, she thought, circling her.

“I am a clever woman.” She quipped. “But that’s not what spared my life. You have killed everyone who has come close- all but me. Why?”

“Curiosity. I never forget a scent, and I could smell you on the wind long before you entered.” As the dragon spoke, Enna felt the air around her stir slightly, then jumped suddenly as something briefly flicked across her skin.

Enna shook off the feeling. “You remember that I saved you, then? You were a captive of that priest, and I released you from him.”

“I do remember that,” the dragon replied. “I also remember the blades of you and your comrades, piercing into my skin and drinking my blood. I remember the biting net. I remember the filth of your magic as it crawled across my scales, and I remember most of all one other thing.” The dragon punctuated each item sharply, his very voice seeming to drip with venom.

Enna gripped the hilt of her blade tighter, testing it in its sheath. “I am sorry about all of that. We did-“

“Most of all,” it said, cutting her off, “I remember your voice.” His tone was sultry, for a dragon, almost crooning.

Enna breathed deeply, feeling her composure return. “That is all in the past now. I came here to ask a favor of you, as a repayment of your debt to me for saving your life.”

“A favor?” Something akin to a chuckle rumbled around her.

“I want you to fly northward into the mountains, and I want you to leave these people alone.” She could not see the dragon, but she felt something large very close to her side. Enna resisted the urge to lash out at it yet.

The dragon grew silent for a moment. “Repayment for saving my life, you claim.” He seemed to roll these words slowly, considering each one. “No.”

The fear Enna had felt at seeing the dragon for the first time began to well up in her again. She had hoped it would not come to this. “I spared you!” she hissed. “I could have left you to die there, but I chose to exercise mercy. I knew you were not just some mindless monster! You can think, you can reason! I ask you again to leave here,” she pleaded. “Be more than others think you to be.”

Once again, the dragon paused for a terrifying few moments; Enna could almost hear the sound of the dice of fate rolling in her head.

“I have thought about that,” the dragon finally replied, “and I do not fully know what I am. Your friends saw me as a beast. The ‘priest’ who held me saw me as a god and a tool. My instincts tell me to hunt, to prey on the weak.” Enna could pinpoint its voice now- the dragon’s echoing bass came from directly in front of her. “You see me as something else, and I think you are the one who is right. I will be my own creature.”

“And what sort of creature is that?” She asked.

A sudden strike from her side threw Enna onto the ground. Her sword sprang from its sheath in an instant, swinging in a wide arc in front of her. She felt its razor tip brush against something, followed by a hard grunt. Something smacked against her right hand then coiled about it. Enna heaved with all of her might against the beast’s pull, but its strength soon overwhelmed her and sent the blade flying into the darkness. “I will be all of them,” the dragon hissed into her ear. “I owe you nothing, human. You may have saved me, but I spared your life when you entered my domain. My debt to you is paid. But you are right; I am no mere beast to prey on cows and sheep. I am divinity, of the lineage of emperors, and I will have my subjects. Here is my proposition: I will rule over this land like the kings of old, and the people here will pay tithe to me. In exchange, I will cleanse them of the filth which fills their roads and stalks them in the night. They will be my peons to command in a new empire free of your human dregs. Is that good enough for you? Am I still a horrific monster in your eyes?”

In response, Enna drew a dagger with her free hand and plunged it into the tail binding her sword arm. She felt warm blood spurt onto her wrist as a terrifying howl split the air. With her grip freed, Enna shouted and rushed forward blindly, her blade cutting the air before her. A mass moved in the darkness ahead of her, and Enna moved to follow, her sword swinging wildly through the inky blackness. Enna felt a sudden smack against her side, sending her careening. As she gasped for breath, deep claws dug into her mail until her face smacked into the rough stone. Her head rung with pain, but through the fog she felt large hands gripping her wrists as something maneuvered over her body.

“You bear an inner fire,” the dragon spoke through panting breaths. “Such zeal could serve my empire well.”

Enna struggled against the claws binding her, but to no avail. “Empire?” she spat in Thengaren. “The people will never listen to you. They won’t even be able to understand you! I’m one of the few who know your tongue, let alone who can speak it!”

“You are right,” the dragon admitted. “I will need a herald. You will do.”

Enna’s skin chilled. “What?”

“You will be my herald. I will command, and you will carry my orders to my people. You will tell me what they do and say. It is simple, and it is not a request. Either you do this for me, or I will gut you like a doe.”

“And is this how you will rule?” Enna asked. “You seem to give little choice to even those you wish to be loyal.”

“There are always choices,” it replied. “Today, you choose whether you live or die. Few have such a privilege in their time”

Enna felt water rippling under her gasping breaths as the stone scraped against her cheek. “I thought you could be different,” she hissed. “Are you not better than your forebearers?”

The dragon’s low voice stirred next to Enna’s ear. “I am,” it breathed. “Let me show you.”

Enna heaved a few more breaths; the pendant poked against her chest. “Fine.”

“Speak clearly- your life is at stake.”

Enna paused for a moment longer “I will be your ‘herald’,” she relented.

“Good.” The dragon released its hold on her body, allowing Enna to finally breathe freely. She heard metal skid across stone, disappearing far into the unknown. “You will have no need of weapons in my new kingdom,” the dragon said. Enna rose into a sitting position, wincing as she rubbed her wrists. “Wait here,” the dragon commanded. No sound indicated that the dragon had moved, but Enna did feel somewhat more alone. She stood, listening carefully and trying vainly to hear a sword lying still on the ground.

She didn’t have much of a chance anyways, as soon a bright light suddenly filled the cave, momentarily blinding Enna. Her head swam with pain, but the dragon offered no apology. When she recovered, she could see the dragon in full detail now. It stood over twenty feet from nose to tail, covered in ebony scales which reflected the light of the bit of sunsteel the dragon had tossed on the ground. She could see that the underside of the dragon was a lighter shade than the rest, though even those scales looked just as impenetrable as stone. The dragon’s large yellow eyes stared fixated on her as the it bobbed its head, examining her from every angle. Streaks of dark blood ran from its wounds, and the dragon hissed as it saw her eyeing them.

“These are your work, now fix them.”

Cautiously, Enna stepped over to the dragon’s form and kneeled beside it. One hand traced the cut on his chest as the other patted hopefully at her empty sheaths.

“Sing,” the dragon commanded.

Enna’s mouth opened, and music flowed from her lips. The air about her vibrated with energy as spirits came to her call. She soothed their troubled thoughts, directing them instead towards the presence of pain. The invisible aids quickly went to work, knitting the beast’s scales together and soothing her own aches. Soon, the song died down, and the air returned to its clammy, brisk chill.

“Mmmm,” the dragon hummed. Its claws rubbed where the cut had been. “You are skillful. Touch my scales- they are as hard as before. Enna gave the dragon a confused glance. “Feel them,” it commanded. Enna furrowed her brow, but leaned forward and rubbed her hand over its massive chest. The plates did not give under her hands as she pressed upon them, but felt sturdy as iron. As the dragon inhaled, his breast swelled beneath her palms.

“You have felt my power,” it said proudly. Enna leaned back, fuming quietly. “Now, remove your armor.”

Goosebumps rose over her neck. “What?”

“Do it!” the dragon hissed. “Armor is a sign of war, of unrest. You are my herald, and you will be the sign of my peace.” Enna grimaced and stood as her hand passed over where her sword usually sat. She began to turn around before the dragon interrupted her. “No. Face me.”

Enna hesitated for a moment, but continued. Her fingers traced the seam along her back, feeling for the laces which tied her mail together, and began to undo each one. The long chain came loose, and she hefted it off, leaving her in nothing but wools. The cold cave air clung to her even more tightly, and Enna folded her arms in front of her to keep warm. “I’m to go out like this?” she asked.

“Do you know,” the dragon said, ignoring her question, “what the priest did with me when I was not devouring his prisoners?”

Her skin began to crawl. “I don’t,” she said flatly.

The dragon began to circle Enna, never removing its eyes from her body. “That man worshiped dragons. He grew infatuated with the power we represented, and he was thus furious at our fall. When he found me in the east, I think he saw it as a sign. He took me while I was young and brought me westward, where he gathered many followers to himself. I was his symbol, his prize. His most devoted were promised a share of my presence. Of course, I was young and alone then. I soon began to enjoy the company of some of them.” Enna felt the dragon stop behind her, then felt as its long tail rubbed up the outside of her legs, pushing the soft wool aside. The scales felt surprisingly soft, but the touch sent shivers over her entire body. “Especially the women,” he whispered. Its tongue flicked lightly over her left ear. His tongue, she thought grimly.

He began to move around her again, coming to her front and facing her with his topaz eyes. “As my herald, you will be in my company more than any other ever has been. In time, you might even learn to enjoy my presence.” He advanced upon Enna, drawing close enough for her to feel his steaming breath upon her neck. “Do you trust me, herald?”

Enna stood her ground. “No,” she said, “and forcing yourself upon me will never change that.”

The dragon inhaled deeply, and his forked tongue flicked over her bared flesh. “Force? No, not force, my herald. Those I choose to bond with do so willingly; they usually offer themselves, but you are stubborn. By the end, you will be begging for my touch. In this, I will not force you; I will have no need to.” He lifted up his forelimb to the top of her garment, the tip of his razor claw resting on the edge of the worn gray wool.

Enna scowled up at him. “You’re disgusting,” she spat.

“You bear fire within your soul,” he remarked casually. “I will change that. Tell me your name, girl.”

Enna lifted her chin at him. “I am Enna, daughter of Tsri and of the family Kestrel.”

“A meaningless title stuffed with pomp,” the dragon huffed. “From now on, you will be called Ladria: my treasured one. Your life belongs to me know.”

Enna felt her skin crawl. “And am I to know the name of my captor?”

“Ladria,” he hissed, “you may call your new master Kathari.” His eyes stayed fixed to her own, unblinking and glimmering in the dim light. “You are cold,” he stated, “let me warm you.” At that, Kathari pressed gently downward on her garment, tearing the fabric easily in one motion and leaving Enna completely exposed. He breathed in deeply once again. “Your smell intoxicates me, Ladria,” he remarked.

He gently stroked her supple breasts with the back of his talon, rubbing them upwards and pausing carefully on each nipple. His touch was softer than any Enna had felt, causing her to gasp. “Do not be so surprised. As I said, I have been with many human women. I know a thousand ways to pleasure you.” Kathari exaggerated each word with a long breath over her, sending goosebumps across her body. “Have I warmed you enough, Ladria?”

Enna’s head swam. Pleasure mixed with fear; she could feel herself teetering as if intoxicated. “Somewhat,” she responded weakly.

As this thought crossed her mind, she felt the soft leathery tail once again creep up the inside of her leg and gently pass over her folds. To her own surprise, it slid wetly across. Kathari brought his head closer to her own and rubbed his cheek upon hers. “You worry without need, Ladria. I will bring peace to this land. Is that so wrong? You will see: I shall be the greatest emperor the annals of history have ever known.” The tail continued its slow crawl between her legs as it spiraled around her, the fan at the end caressing her right breast tenderly. “All I need is a herald that I can trust, and who trusts me in return. You will trust me, Ladria.” As Kathari’s tongue and tail teased her now-erect mounds, Enna wondered whether Kathari were right.

“Past emperors have fallen,” Enna remarked, “And they held even more power than you. Why do you think you will succeed where they didn’t?”

Kathari drew his tongue slowly across her stomach, causing Enna to squirm as the rough, wet tongue wandered slowly up her middle. “I am young, but I am no fool. The dragons of the past grew complacent and haughty; they believed they could do no wrong. They grew jealous of each other, and soon their influence dwindled to nothing when you humans knew that they had no heirs.” Kathari reached a claw toward her snatch, causing Enna to panic somewhat at the thought that he might still eviscerate her. However, as he placed his middle talon against her flesh, she felt its dulled edge begin to stroke her folds carefully.

“While I was yet captive, my followers told me many tales of the world of men. They recounted many histories to me, teaching me of many good and bad rulers through the ages. None lasted, of course, because they lacked the one thing only a dragon can provide.”

Lewd images flashed across Enna’s mind at what a dragon could provide, but she quickly stifled them. “And what’s that?” she asked.

“Continuity,” Kathari said simply. His tail, woven between her legs, up her back, and around to her chest, began to slide back and forth as his dulled claw probed and stroked her entrance. “The old kings grew old quickly, and either they or their sons forgot why their kingdoms continued to stand. They abolished tradition, grew soft. Other men saw this weakness and took advantage of it. That is what is happening now, here. The road you traveled on is notorious for banditry- no sane merchant travels it alone. And yet the human who rules this land sits in his walled city, afraid of phantoms and bereft of the knowledge to make things right.” Kathari withdrew the tip of his claw, then pressed and rubbed its back edge against her slit.

Without thinking, Enna snaked her hand downwards to rub her clit. As she touched it, she let out a low moan and felt her legs weaken. Kathari’s tail stiffened beneath her, lifted Enna lightly off her feet and laid her gently horizontal, the tip of his tail never stopping its constant massaging of her breasts. Kathari moved his head downwards and sniffed deeply between her legs.

“Nectar,” he said simply, then flicked his tongue up and down her soaking lips, causing Enna to draw a sharp intake of breath. Kathari continued his attentions for some time, carefully maneuvering around her frantic fingers and sometimes teasing them to stop for a moment. Soon, Enna felt the cool sheen of sweat begin to cover her body as her breath became rushed and heated.

“Why…” she tried to say.

“Hm?” Kathari asked. His tongue stopped, and Enna felt her insides quiver in response.

“Why haven’t you- ah- entered?”

“I told you, Ladria: I will not force myself upon you.” He brought her closer to his face and whispered in her ear, “I want you to beg, Ladria.”

“P-please…” she said weakly.

Kathari said nothing, but moved downwards once again. She felt the rough sandy tongue press gently against her lips, then slowly slip inwards. Enna’s breath quickened once again as the tongue worked its way within her, twisting and stroking the walls inside. As she focused on this new sensation, Kathari’s tail coiled about her midriff for support, moved downwards, and began to rub her legs and rear. The tip several times probed Enna’s asshole, sometimes prodding it gently and other times passing across it in long strokes.

Most of all, though, Enna’s mind was filled with the pleasure of Kathari’s tongue. It worked slowly at first, burrowing its way deep into her, then began to ripple. The thing was as thick as most other men’s shafts, but as it rubbed across the top of her innards, Enna knew that no man could match this. It filled her completely, reaching all the way to the back, then began to rotate left and right within her. The tongue’s forked tips did their own dance as well, feeling each corner of her and sending overwhelming spasms of pleasure to her mind.

Through all of this, Enna continued to rub herself with vigor. She brought her other hand up to her breast and began to squeeze it as Kathari’s tail coaxed the other. Enna grabbed and pinched at her nipple, soon becoming lost in the pleasure. She no longer knew whether Kathari’s tail and tongue were pleasuring her or were simply a part of her own body, nor could she remember a time when such ecstasy had not filled her entire soul. She had forgotten the chilling cave air, and felt as if steam were rising from her body from the sheer heat within her.

Before long, Enna felt a familiar pressure building inside. Her legs began to shake furiously, and she managed to say “I’m-” before Kathari’s tongue barely tickled her cervix deep within her. Enna let out a short squeal, and her body shook as her orgasm hit in full force. This did not stop Kathari, whose attentions only seemed to heighten and send Enna into further climaxes, riding one upon another until she feared that it would never stop. Or, rather, that it might stop too soon.

She did not know how for long her body erupted in pleasure, but eventually she felt Kathari’s tongue withdraw. She twitched within the grasp of his tail as he did so, feeling suddenly empty.

“Do you trust me now, Ladria?” she heard him ask.

Enna’s chest rose and fell slowly in broken gasps as she recovered. Did she trust him? Kathari began to lick her abdomen in long strokes, going from her soaked crotch to her hard nipples, then looping around her neck and mouth. Her breathing picked up slightly, and Kathari purred as he noticed.

“How long has it been?” he asked.

“Eight months,” Enna replied. Her breath shook huskily as she spoke. “Too long. Don’t- don’t stop.”

She nearly cried out when Kathari withdrew his tongue. “You are my emissary,” he growled, “not my equal. Now, you will begin your service to me.” His tail deposited her gently upon the wet stone floor. By the warm light of the sunrod, Enna saw beneath the dragon as he rose up, the muscles beneath his scales growing taut. She moved forward to caress his chest, to feel the taut power of his body, but cried out as the rough stone scraped across her legs. Kathari reached out his claw and pressed against her chest, stopping her. “Not here,” he said, “come.” He noiselessly padded further into the cave’s depths, and disappeared into the darkness.

Enna rose on shaky legs and picked up the sunsteel, looking around carefully. She glanced left towards the gentle upwards slope which led to the surface. She could run. She could make it, too; her horse would carry her back to the nearest town, and there she could summon help. Yet her feet didn’t move, and she only stared at the prospect of freedom.

“Ladria,” she heard a soft voice call out from the darkness. Enna turned away from the exit, stumbling slightly at the fog of pleasure which enwrapped her, carefully stepping over the sharp stone as she followed the sound. The cave’s walls soon closed inwards as she followed the twisting passage. The light of the sunsteel only penetrated so far, but by its warm glow she noticed the walls soon grew softer. Enna reached out her hand and felt a furry mass on the wall as soft as her finest garments. The moss gradually thickened beneath her feet as well, which tickled in an oddly erotic way. Enna looked behind her and noticed as the moss sprung back into its original shape, leaving no trace of her passage.

“Ladria,” Kathari crooned again. Enna continued on. Before long, she saw a dim light begin to fill the tunnel, and as she rounded a corner she gasped in surprise. Kathari stood in the middle of a tall chamber which stretched high above his head, reaching to a point on the ceiling where Enna could see a thin crack which leaked sunlight. A pool of clear water lay beneath the crack, and the green moss grew upon every surface. She moved inwards and continued to stare as she approached Kathari, who lay upon a short mound of moss.

Kathari cocked his head at her. “Have you not seen such a place in your travels before?” he asked.

“No,” she said, “We never strayed far from civilization. I’ve never actually been in the wilds before.”

“We shall have to change that,” Kathari said. He stared down at her, now right next to him, and turned on his side to expose his belly. In the clear light, Enna now saw him completely. She dropped the sunsteel, which fell soundlessly to the ground below and rolled away.

Two long, thick, moist rods extended from a slit between Kathari’s rear legs, one rod in front of the other. Enna knelt down and grasped one gingerly. The thing was as thick as her wrist and as long as her half her forearm, and Enna felt somewhat light-headed as she breathed in its exotic scent. She began rubbing her hand across its slick surface, feeling the hard bumps which dotted its surface, then stroked its knobbed head. She continued this pattern carefully, running her hand along the shaft as she gripped it firmly, using her entire forearm to stimulate the whole thing at the same time.

Kathari groaned, a sound like a ship creaking in a storm, and Enna smiled coyly. Her other hand went to his second shaft, and she began to stroke each one with a firm, muscular grip. She moved her body closer to his, rubbing her bare skin upon his twin manhood, now using her entire body to pleasure him. The wet coating which covered each shaft soon covered Enna completely, allowing her to slide effortlessly upon Kathari. She could feel his muscles contract beneath her, and his claws raked the moss around him.

The smell of Kathari now filled her mind entirely. The air seemed thick and heavy with it, and each breath Enna drew filled her lungs with its hot presence. She craned her neck downwards to taste the source, drawing her tongue across Kathari’s shaft. In her reverie, she did not notice as Kathari’s head approached behind her. She felt as his rough tongue ran up her leg, over her rear, then down into her slit, where it began to pulse within her. The feeling of Kathari and the smell that drove her on caused Enna to once again scream out in pleasure as she exploded upon his tongue, never ceasing her attentions upon his phallus.

His tongue crawled around her neck and in front of her face, where Enna eagerly sucked on it. The taste of her own juices mixed with his held no equal in her memory, and her own tongue attempted to wrap itself around his to get more of the exquisite liquid.

Kathari removed his tongue from her mouth, breathing heavily. His hot breath covered her in blasts, and taking the cue, Enna immediately placed her mouth over the tip of his front hemipenis and dug her tongue into its entrance.

Kathari let out a short roar. Thick fluid suddenly burst from his rods, filling Enna’s mouth with its bitter flavor. She eagerly gulped it down, but the fluid came too fast. Her eyes widened as she felt herself coming short of breath, but as she tried to pull away, Kathari planted his claw firmly upon her head and pushed forward. His semen continued to pour into her, and the image of Enna lying dead on the moss filled with his seed flashed in her thoughts.

Enna had no wish to die today. She thrust the shaft deeper into her throat and breathed through her nose, swallowing the rest of Kathari’s seed in her mouth. His burning fluids coursed within her throat and filled her stomach as his rod twitched. Soon enough, the flow stopped. Enna slowly removed Kathari’s rod, sucking on its length and cleaning it as best she could with her tongue. Finally, she gasped for air and smiled as she looked down upon herself. Kathari’s other cock had covered her in his gooey seed, something she had missed in her lust. Its warmth blanketed her entirely, filling her to her core. She laid back in the now-sticky moss against Kathari’s belly, still stroking one of his rods with a hand.

“You are skilled,” Kathari remarked between long breaths. “Have you lain with many men?”

“No,” she replied slowly, “only one.” Enna’s body burned from within, her nipples standing on end and her snatch still dripping. Kathari remained erect, and Enna longed for one more act, but the dragon shifted her aside as he stood.

“You may bathe in the pool,” he commanded. Enna looked to the water, its crystal surface undisturbed by their passion. She rose up, walked to its edge, and gingerly stuck her foot in. A feeling of ice shot up her leg, causing her to quickly step backwards. Kathari, who had shifted positions to lay in another part of the cavern, narrowed his eyes at her. “You are unpresentable as you are. Bathe there.”

Enna turned back towards the water, then caught an idea. She faced Kathari once again, a sly smile on her lips. “I would, and I’ve bathed in colder, but you need to get cleaned as well. If we wash together, the water will be much warmer. Besides, it’s plenty large.”

Kathari tilted his head, then rose on all fours and plodded to her. She gestured him inwards with a wide sweep of her arm, bowing, and he slid into the cool depths, causing the water to ride several inches higher. As his tail passed by, it hooked about her waist at the last moment and pulled Enna into the water with him. The chill assaulted her immediately, but was just as quickly ignored when Kathari pulled Enna close to him beneath the glass-like surface. He rose up, breaking into the air and causing Enna to gasp in long breaths. Kathari rolled onto his back, floating gently with Enna lying on his stomach. The cool cave air wafting across her wet skin contrasted sharply with the heat which Kathari radiated. She lay still for an eternity, simply exulting in the feeling.

After some minutes, Kathari broke the silence. “I never lie, you know,” he said. “Since your… companions and yourself nearly slew me those months ago, I could think of nothing but revenge against them. I dreamed of searing their flesh, feeling their blood flow between my teeth, and watching them fall hundreds of feet through the air. Many nights I lay brooding over these, yet your voice always returned to my mind, even haunting my sleep. I could never forget your roar which answered mine.” Kathari craned his neck upward to stare down at Enna, water dripping from his stony gaze. “Roar for me now, Ladria.”

Enna thought for a moment, then propped her head up and met Kathari’s eyes. She began to rumble out a deep melody, but Kathari shook his head. “No, not in draconic. Our words are too harsh, too rough; I understand your tongue, and you know mine.” Kathari stretched his long head towards hers; his face now took up her entire view. Kathari’s tongue flicked across her cheek in a reptilian kiss. “Let me hear your voice untarnished.”

Enna planted her own kiss upon his hard lips. She sat upright and ran a hand down her body, but stopped when she felt the rough cord about her neck. Her fingers danced along the cord to the stone pendant dangling just below her neck.

“What is that?” he asked.

The pendant’s edges had been worn to soft curves, and the tips of her fingers traced its familiar form. “A gift,” she said slowly. “I think.”

“Remove it, Ladria.”

Enna quickly undid the knot, and dangled it in front of Kathari, who flicked his tongue out experimentally to smell it. “It’s a millstone,” she said curiously. Enna could almost hear the grinding of stone as she peered at it. Something stirred in the back of her hazy mind, a memory of someone speaking to her.

“It is nothing,” Kathari snapped. “Ladria, discard it.”

Enna shook her head, clearing her thoughts. She smiled at Kathari, then tossed the carving into the pool, where it quickly sank out of sight.

“Now, sing.”

Enna began to hum again, a low lilting tone that reverberated sonorously in the tall chamber. Kathari lowered his head into the water again, and Enna opened her mouth to sing. She filled the air with ballads of love, her voice lilting high and resonating low as she wove stories of impassioned embraces and romantic deeds.

Eventually, an idea bloomed, causing Enna to grin wickedly. She took on a low, smouldering tone and sang of other, more intimate deeds between lovers. Enna rocked her hips slowly across Kathari, grinding into his hard scales and easily wettening herself further. Kathari did not move, but Enna felt his muscles tighten beneath her in response. She began to slide down his body until she felt something hard and moist stretch up her back. Without missing a note, Enna rubbed herself upon Kathari’s shaft- slow, deliberate strokes which grew in intensity with each pass. Kathari’s breath quickened, and his head turned to her again.

Enna’s voice trailed off slowly, echoing in the cave for a few more seconds. As it did, she raised herself up in one final stroke and carefully placed each shaft at one of her entrances. Enna grinned at him, but his stoic face remained unmoving. She moved her rear in a steady circle, eliciting a long and shaky exhalation from Kathari.

“A herald is far better than a concubine, wouldn’t you say?” she asked slyly.

“We shall see,” he responded with wavering breath.

Enna pushed downward, spearing herself upon the tips of Kathari’s twin staves. Even with both of them so wet, she felt stretched near to breaking.

“Do not hurt yourself,” Kathari remarked coldly, “you will need to ride far tomorrow.” She ignored him, continuing to press downwards, gyrating carefully. Pain spiked within her, but Enna ignored it and focused on the far-off pleasure which grew steadily. Kathari was big- bigger than anything she’d taken before, but Enna had come too far to give up now. Ever so slowly, she worked inch after inch of Kathari’s girth into her. Enna’s inner channel squeezed and pulsated as she worked her way down; her own fluids gushed out freely and streamed down onto Kathari.

Enna’s head rolled on her tense shoulders in pleasure. Every inch of her ached with the effort this took, and deep down she knew it might be difficult to walk afterwards, but the feeling of both holes being filled and rubbed at the same time cleared away any notion of turning back. She could feel as the hard bumps lining Kathari’s cocks grated against her insides, touching places she had never thought could be reached. Her slit, her rear, her very soul felt pinned in place, fulfilled by the experience.

Enna slowly came to a halt, then revelled in place. She pulsed her muscles over Kathari’s rods, unaware if it were eliciting a response from his silent form. From the way he twitched inside of her, she could only imagine the sensations he could be experiencing.

“We’re only just beginning,” Enna said. She lifted herself up and felt as her walls sucked on Kathari’s retreating mass, trying to pull her back onto him, but she went on until only Kathari’s tips remained within her. Enna reached one hand back and grasped the front rod firmly in one hand. She moved her hand upon its slick surface, up and down in a hypnotic rhythm, then shifted her body downwards once again. This time, Enna moved in small bursts, moving down two inches then up one, over and over, moaning and squealing with each motion, grinding her clit upon Kathari’s rough nodules.

Enna bottomed out once again, and rested there for a moment before Kathari began to buck his hips upward into her. “So eager!” she gasped. Kathari only growled in response, causing Enna to smirk. “Oh, you’re an animal again?” she mused, “I can do that, too.” She rotated own hips on Kathari’s shafts, then lifted herself quickly up and mashed herself down just as fast, meeting Kathari’s frenetic thrusts.

She rode Kathari hungrily and madly: up, down, matching pace, relishing the heat below and within her, squealing, shouting, pinching her own breasts, screaming in ecstasy as a long tail splashed cold water upon steaming skin, gushing and convulsing as she passed over a rock-hard knot, a pattern which she could repeat for eternity.

A harsh snarl cracked through the air, and Enna felt a pair of cold and sharp claws grasp her by her shoulders and ram her downwards. A gush of burning liquid suddenly shot up inside of both her holes, streaming endlessly, filling her womb and rear, then slowly streaming out of her again when those filled. Enna imagined herself cooking in the fluids which pooled about her legs and shot against her inner walls, their heat leaving scorch marks upon her skin. She saw herself lying atop Kathari, sperm spewing from her mouth and cascading down her breasts. Enna’s fevered thoughts raced, consumed by images of passion.

A splash of cold water upon her skin shattered Enna’s trance, and she shot up in panic. Enna looked around her, expecting to see a grisly scene, but her gaze reassured her instantly. Kathari lay with his back in the water, his head turned to examine her, his tail dripping. She glanced down, seeing his softening forms still filling her, surrounded by the thick white goo of his seed. No burns, she reassured herself. No blood.

“Are you hurt?” he asked simply.

Enna looked up into Kathari’s eyes, two golden plates flecked with emeralds and filled with concern. “I’m fine,” she said with a smile, “but we’re going to need to wash again.”

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