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Thread: A Dragon's Desires (PsionicCuttlefish & Collector of Rarities)

Today is going to be a good day... So the dragon Kaelcheron thought to himself as he flew through the air, over a thick forest, towards the spot he had designated. He flew without worry, it didn't matter if anyone saw him, everyone knew he had laired nearby. He had made sure of it. It was good to be an all-powerful dragon compared to those humans...yet today, a human was what he desired. He flew high in the sky, high enough to be mistaken for a bird, though if one could examine him closely, they would see something else entirely. The first and most obvious thing about him was that he was big, as big as a human house. The wingspan of his powerful wings that kept him aloft as they beat the air periodically was greater still. His coloration was a vibrant, fiery red, his polished scales gleaming in the sunlight. Four powerful legs with carefully maintained claws were tucked close to his quadrupedal body. A long, snakelike tail trailed behind him, giving him stability in flight. And his head was that of a lizard's, lined with a row of jagged teeth, and frills of ivory horns protruded from the sides of his head. On a whim, he beat his wings just a little harder, propelling him even faster through the air. He couldn't wait to get to his prize. Weeks ago, he had made his lair in the 'domain' of the local human kingdom. He had sent a message to the king himself in his castle Ruler of this human congregation, who has royal blood, I have a demand of you Give me one of your daughters, or I shall destroy your realm. Do as I say, however, and I will not bother any more of your kingdom. The king had, amazingly, not immediately bowed down to the dragon and complied with his demand, so Kaelcheron, with mighty blasts of dragonfire, laid waste to some of the farming countryside. That had gotten the king moving, and he said he would do as the dragon demanded. Kaelcheron finally approached a clearing in the forest near the human kingdom's capital city and their castle. With his draconic eyesight, he scanned the clearing...ahh, yes. Just as he had demanded. In the center of the clearing was a large marble slab of stone that he had placed there earlier, and as the dragon had instructed, there was a human figure in a stately dress chained to the stone. Which of the king's daughters she was, or how she had been chosen, did not matter to Kaelcheron. Just as long as she was of royal blood. The dragon grinned a triumphant, maliciously toothy grin as he tucked his wings to his side and entered into a dive. Down below, the figure chained to the stone would look up and see a red blot in the sky getting bigger and bigger...
Thread: A Dragon's Desires (PsionicCuttlefish & Collector of Rarities)

Bigger and bigger the red spot in the air got, until Charlotte could actually begin to make out the dragon's shape, though he seemed wingless as they were folded into his sides. And just when she thought he might crash straight into the ground, the dragon's wings suddenly snapped out wide and beat the air in several powerful strokes. The entire clearing was buffeted with a powerful windstorm, as the dragon came to a near stop just above the trees. Charlotte was battered with the strongest wind she had ever felt, and she would have fallen to the ground if the chains weren't keeping her up. Just moments after the wind began blasting through the clearing, there was an earthshaking thump as the dragon dropped to the ground on all fours. Now, she could get a good look at him, as silence crept back into the clearing. The dragon regarded her with his great slitted eyes, the irises the color of molten metal. Slowly, the dragon took several steps towards her, his two giant nostrils sniffing, with very slight wisps of smoke wafting out of them. He stopped when his head, nearly as big as her whole body, was mere feet from the princess. He stared at her for a minute, then exhaled a smokey-smelling breath from his nose at her, possibly causing her to cough a little. Then, he opened his great, tooth-filled maw...and spoke. So...the king has gifted me with the eldest of his daughters. How interesting.... His voice was deep, gravelly, and almost booming even though he wasn't talking very loud. He paused for a moment, but without waiting for the princess to respond, he spoke again. Human...know that I am Kaelcheron, and that you now belong to me. As Kaelcheron looked Charlotte up and down, he spotted the key on a string around her neck, and glanced up at the shackles holding her to the marble slab. Kaercheron's body began slowly convulsing as he made a sort of coughing-growl sound...he was laughing. Ha-ha-ha-ha. Oh my. Did they really leave with you the very key to your escape, in such a way that you cannot use it? Kaelcheron laughed again. We dragons take what we want, in the nautral order of things as the lords and masters of the world that we are...but the human capacity for relentless cruelty never ceases to amaze me...
Thread: A Dragon's Desires (PsionicCuttlefish & Collector of Rarities)

It took Charlotte a moment to regain her ability to speak. She was terrified, and rightly so, but she was also a woman of noble birth and grooming and she hadn't spent her days idly either. True, she'd been taught painting and the harp at the insistence of her mother, but she'd also been taught the various skills needed to run a kingdom as well. She was a queen in waiting and she'd be damned if she'd let an overgrown lizard mock her. The fear on her face melted away, leaving behind a hard mask of defiance and irritation. Listen here, beast, she said, her voice ringing with the haughty confidence that only royalty could muster. I might have had this fate thrust on me, but I will gladly accept it if it means the safety of my people. You may claim to be a lord, but your domain must be small indeed if no one had ever heard of you until you flew through and terrorized the kingdom I was to inherit. The fact that you had to invade us in person, with not a single soldier pledged to you, speaks volumes of your skill as a ruler. Your tactics suggest that you are a tyrant at best and a base, avaricious serpent at worst, and your inability to understand the function of a key speaks to the latter. So, since you fail to understand the key's function, let me spell it out for you the key is for you, not I. My father's knights left it around my neck so that you might remove my shackles without harming me. They knew not your intentions for me, but they left it here as an option for you in case you chose to take me instead of my life. So, with the presented evidence, it seems that humans have the capacity for kindness and to think of multiple scenarios, whereas a dragon's mind is one-track and always jumps to the worst possible conclusion. Charlotte knew that antagonizing Kaelcheron might not have been the smartest of ideas, but at the moment she was simply too furious to care. She was meant to rule, not to be a possession! And especially not the possession of an arrogant wyrm who presumed to judge her father and her people over something so simple as a key. She had no doubt that her anger would quickly be replaced with fear once more she was talking to a dragon, after all, but for this brief moment she stood defiant in the face of the creature that had threatened her people.
Thread: A Dragon's Desires (PsionicCuttlefish & Collector of Rarities)

Charlotte knew that it was a bad idea to further antagonize the dragon. It was quite obvious from the fact that he could easily fit her inside of his mouth and used magic that she really shouldn't be ribbing him. But his brazen disrespect for her and her people caused the princess's blood to boil. He presumed to prattle on to her about how he was destined to rule? How he could simply do as he pleased without fear of consequence? That was not how leadership worked. You are wrong, she said, rubbing her wrists and glaring defiantly at the dragon. A ruler does not take what they please when they please. A ruler considers their subjects and takes what they can without harming their people and invests what they take back into their people. Leadership is not selfish, but selfless something you do not seem to have a grasp on. You rule nothing. You are a bully who flies in and takes what he wants because he has power without responsibility. You are a tyrant, and tyrants are so frequently dethroned. I can see why there are so many eager to slay dragons if all of your kind are so arrogant. You may punish me all you like, serpent, but it will not make my words any less true. Charlotte dreaded what was to come. The wyrm had promised retribution and she fully expected him to deliver it, but she felt a certain satisfaction in showing him that humans were not pushovers. She would not give him the satisfaction of simply rolling over and acquiescing to his inflated ego. She was born of royal blood and the right to rule was hers by lineage and divine provenance, and hearing this creature that didn't know the first thing about ruling prattle on about how he, no, it was more an it, had more of a right to rule than her was infuriating.
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The flight was unpleasant, to say the least, which was strange. Everyone dreamed of flying for one reason or another some wanted the freedom, others wanted it for the utility and still others just for sheer curiosity. Now that Charlotte was finally flying, though, she was terrified. Perhaps it was because she was being held in one of the dragon's claws and not riding on his back or perhaps it was the frightening speed at which they took off and landed, but whatever the case, she never wanted to fly again. The impact of the landing was particularly jarring, knocking the wind out of her and causing her to feel a bit nauseous. It took her a moment to regain her composure as she was set down and didn't notice the transformation of her captor at first. She knelt, doubled over and clutching her stomach while she regained her breath and kept the bile that rushed to her mouth down. She might not be in her homeland anymore, but she was still a princess and still had an image to maintain. Shen she was finally feeling well enough, she stood up and began looking around, noticing first the silver and gold and second the transformed dragon. She was hardly surprised by the amassed wealth it was well known that dragons were greedy and, if her conversation with Kaelcheron was any indication, singularly arrogant creatures. What she was surprised about was his humanoid form. In all of the legends and stories she'd heard as a child or even as an adult, she'd never heard of dragons taking on a secondary form. They had always been beasts creatures to be slain and their heads given to kings in exchange for lordhood. Never had anyone said anything about them being able to shapeshift. Still, if they could only change into a smaller, yet still monstrous form, Charlotte hardly had to worry about a dragon insinuating itself among humans to manipulate them or learn of the weaknesses in her father's court. Her eyes snapped back into focus as Kaelcheron began speaking to her, reminding her of the punishments she'd earned. Surely that flight was punishment enough? she said, half in jest through deep breaths. Besides, if you are truly so powerful, I believe you used the term overlord?, you should hardly be having such trouble with me in the first place. When you asked for a princess, you should have expected to deal with a woman of royal standing. A princess is not some demure, submissive pet she has been groomed to be a leader and a ruler, as is her right.
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Charlotte tried protesting, but the proximity of her captor and the commanding way in which he handled her was overwhelming for her. Charlotte was far from a brat she'd always treated her servants kindly and forgiven them for mistakes that would have earned them beatings in other noble houses, but she always expected her orders to be carried out. It was difficult for her to accept that she was now at the mercy of another, but now that Kaelcheron had his hands on her, now that he was talking about her serving him and being a toy for his pleasure, she found it hard to speak up against him. There was a lot to take in and the dragon wasn't giving her much time to process it. She hadn't even noticed the collar by the time it snapped shut around her throat. By the time she could muster the energy to speak out against Kaelcheron, Charlotte was already being dragged along by the ring in her collar and all that escaped from her lips was an exclamation of surprise. Charlotte didn't precisely resist as she was being dragged along, but she wasn't exactly sprinting to get to her destination either. She was certain that wherever she was being taken would not be pleasant, but despite that she felt an odd sense of apprehension that bordered on anticipation. She didn't like her predicament, but Kaelcheron's mannerisms strangely mirrored what she had fantasized her ideal husband would be like. She hadn't wanted him to be a dragon and she wasn't fond of the collar, but she couldn't help but admire his confidence. He knew exactly what he wanted and he was going to take it whether she liked it or not. Had he courted her rather than kidnapped her, Charlotte might have actually found some enjoyment in his treatment of her, but for now she could only wallow in dread tinged with excitement.
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Down the tunnel Charlotte was led by the humanoid dragon, without a word spoken from him as he held his arm behind him and continued to drag her by her collar. After passing a couple branches, he abruptly turned into an opening that led into a fairly spacious room--and a very forboding one at that, once Charlotte could take a moment to get a good look at what was in it. There were a number of tables, crosses, and X-frames scattered around the room...all with leather straps in places that made it clear each and every one was meant to have a human body bound helplessly onto them, the kind of restraining devices that wouldn't be out of place in a barbaric torture chamber. Yet there were no knives, spikes, or anything that looked sharp or genuinely harmful, aside from a few whips and switches. Rather, many of the tools laid out on side-tables seemed to be of a more...vulgar sort. Hmm, now, what to start off with...oh, I know... Kaelcheron said in a quiet voice, seemingly whispering to himself. Charlotte was suddenly dragged forward again past several of the tables until Kaelcheron reached a shelf, which he plucked a few bindings off of. He then turned to face Charlotte for the first time since the main room, and promptly spun her around so she was facing away from him. Hmm, this is a nice dress...would be a shame to ruin it... Abruptly, her dress was lifted up and pulled over her head, and with that out of the way, any of her undergarments were sliced from her body with his talons, leaving her completely naked before him. Kaelcheron put the dress aside, and with his far superior strength, he pulled Charlotte's arms behind her back, pressed her forearms together, parallel to each other, and used the bindings to strap her arms together, preventing her from moving them out from behind her back. Kaelcheron then walked around Charlotte, deftly hooking his finger into the ring on her collar and dragging her again past several tables...to a long-ish half-cylinder of smooth, highly polished wood, with its center having been shaped and molded into the form of a saddle, clearly where Charlotte would sit, emphasized by the rows of straps going down the sides, which no doubt were there to bind her legs in place against the seat. However, there was a rather noticeable rounded, rubbery protrution in the center and towards the front of the saddle...which Charlotte would no doubt realize that it was where it would press against her pussy and clitoris, were she to sit in it... Kaelcheron let her look at the suggestive 'furniture' for a moment to take it in, before he spoke up. Now, are you going to get on that yourself, or do I have to put you on it? He asked in a mild, casual voice.
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Charlotte was impressed about how efficient Kaelcheron was in his handling of her. The moment she stepped foot in the room, she desperately wanted to say something perhaps a snide comment or jibe about how much company he had, or maybe simply demandding she be treated according to her station, but the dragon kept her moving along and doing as he pleased without giving her much time to breathe. Before she knew it, her dress had been removed without so much as a scratch to it and her undergarments had been shredded. She was about to speak up while she attempted to cover her nude form, but whatever she might have said were transformed into a wordless cry of indignation as her arms were bound rather uncomfortably behind her. It was only when she was lead over to the saddle that she finally had some time to organize her thoughts. Charlotte was no stranger to saddles she was a well-trained rider and could hunt and even defend herself from the back of a horse if the occasion called for it. She also refused to ride side-saddle, which had caused her hymen to be torn, though it had been noted by the castle physician that she was still indeed virginal. It wasn't that she was opposed to the idea of sex, far from it, but she had always assumed that it would happen on her terms. She would marry, negotiate how much control she would have over her husband's kingdom and then the two of them would have intercourse both for pleasure and to produce heirs to the throne. None of her fantasies had involved her being kidnapped from her home by an inhuman brute, nor had they involved her being naked and bound in a dungeon. That said, she was rather distressed by the fact that she wasn't as opposed to the idea as she had expected she might be. True, she would have liked it more if her lover-to-be were of the same species or gave a damn about her beyond his own pleasure, but being bound and exposed like this wasn't completely aversive. As much as she was ashamed by her reaction, though, she didn't want her captor to think she was a pushover, either. She might be his captive, but she was royalty, dammit! She turned and looked Kaelcheron in the eyes, fixing him with a stern gaze. It is the gentlemanly thing to do to help a lady into her saddle, she said, cocking a challenging eyebrow at the dragon. Though a gentleman would be far more courteous about it. So I suppose the question isn't so much whether I will be seating myself as it is whether you are a gentleman or a brute? Surely a creature who boasts such impressive power also knows how to treat a lady?
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Charlotte let out a gasp as Kaelcheron took one of her breasts in his hand. She had pleasured herself before, even slipped a few fingers inside of herself after her hymen had been torn by the saddle, but she'd never had anyone else touch her in a sexual way before. And, much to her dismay, it wasn't as unpleasant as she thought it would be. Perhaps it was the unique texture of Kaelcheron's fingers on her nipples, but she was fairly sure that it was the helplessness of the situation. She was bound and completely helpless she couldn't prevent Kaelcheron from doing anything he pleased with her if she tried, but for some reason that made the whole situation more erotic. By the time that the dragon moved his hand from her breasts, Charlotte's nipples were rock hard and her loins were starting to ache with desire. As Kaelcheron helped her onto the saddle, she couldn't help but scoff when he talked about her enchanted collar. For such a mighty dragon, you certainly need many crutches, she said, doing her best to look dignified in her bent-over position. I am your captive, but you feel the need to bind me. Furthermore, rather than using your skill as a lover to keep me in anticipation, you rely on magic. Tell me, great dragon, is there nothing you're capable of doing on your own? Or are you simply all bluster? Magic is the crutch of the coward the one who cannot learn to do anything himself, so he turns to a mystical force that will do it for him. Despite her brave words, Charlotte couldn't help but be stimulated by the vibrating saddle. Her crotch was lying directly on top of it, so there wasn't much she could do to stop the vibrations. Regardless, she refused to see herself beaten by a cowardly dragon who used parlor tricks to accomplish what a man would accomplish on his own. Using an enchantment on a collar and a saddle rather than stimulating her himself was so impersonal it was insulting. Though through the haze of arousal and anger in Charlotte's mind, she hadn't even realized the irony that she was now wishing he would take her rather than leaving her strapped to the saddle. For several long minutes, she simply sat there, glaring at Kaelcheron as her breathing grew heavier and she began squirming in hopes of finding release. It was maddening, certainly, but she refused to let some curse, some contraption, get the best of her she was a princess, and if she was going to lose, she would lose to something with blood in its veins.
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Things were moving much too fast for Charlotte not just in terms of how fast events were progressing for her, but also in terms of the massive culture shock she was undergoing. At the start of the day, she lived in a world where magic was a carefully regulated tool rather than the terrifying, unbridled force that it was at Kaelcheron's hands. The most advanced magic had ever gotten for her was indoor plumbing now she was under some curse that prevented her from climaxing and strapped onto a device that forced pleasure onto her whether she liked it or not. That very morning, she had believed that pleasure could only come at the hand of another living being! The experience wasn't humiliating for Charlotte it was terrifying! I hate the machine! retorted the princess, panting heavily. It's disgusting! Unnatural! No device should give a woman pleasure the way her husband should! As she continued to speak, her chest began convulsing as she broke down into sobs. I am a princess, damn you! I am nobility! I should be above such base desires I should not be receiving such pleasure from this horrid contraption. If this is to be my life under you, manipulated by enchantments and machines, denied any sort of interpersonal contact, then I would rather die than live another second like this! If Kaelcheron ignored her or walked out of the room, Charlotte would begin to thrash, desperately trying to break free of her bonds or topple the saddle. Her struggle was frantic, panicked, and she was likely to hurt herself if left unchecked.