Scathach and the Dragon Dude
Scathach has been captured, but she refuses to become her captor's servant. What's a burly, draconic stud to do?
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The draconic stud dragged Scathach by her ankles, ignoring her faint groans and attempts to break from his grasp. Her clothes tore as they scraped along the cave floor, and when he tied her to the wooden post at the heart of his lair, her garments sagged from her gorgeous body, exposing her bountiful cleavage in all its glory. The dragon man stood back and scoffed at her vengeful expression, parking his scaled fists on his hips while gleeful sparks glinted in his eyes.
"Give it up," he snarled at his captive. "You are defeated. Only a fool would not submit."
"I will never be your Servant," Scathach replied in a murderously dark tone, twitching and jerking at her restraints, searching for even the smallest weakness in the ropes that bound her wrists behind the wooden post. Her struggles caused her breasts to shift beautifully, the fabric of her top sliding further and further down their smooth, sweat-glossed surfaces until her nipples were almost revealed. Scathach stopped then, wheezing for air, shoulders rising and falling as she gulped down precious breaths. Her hatred for her captor was obvious, but her impotent rage only served to excite his passion, causing a brutal bulge to lift the front of his loincloth. Scathach groaned as her captor's boner grew closer and closer to her face, turning her head away and staring fixedly at the cave wall while he wrapped a fist in her hair and gave it a commanding tug.
"Pathetic," he said. "God Slayer. Queen of the Land of Shadows. Reduced to this." He slapped her across the face, just because he could, and was rewarded with a loathsome growl from his wriggling captive. "You may think yourself high and mighty, but you will submit. I will ensure it."
The dragon man pulled at Scathach's hair, forcing her to her feet before walking a slow circuit around the post, admiring her smoking-hot body from every angle, knowing that by taking his sweet time he was driving her mad with anxiety. Her breaths huffed and puffed thicker, misting in the cold of the cave, her huge boobs heaving in and out with each ragged gasp of air. Suddenly the dragon man seized the back of her clothes and tugged sharply, straining the fabric around her tits until, with a sharp ripping sound, the material gave way. He wrenched the shredded top from her quivering body, exposing her massive breasts in a cascade of flesh. Her weighty globes jiggled and bounced in the open, clapping together once before settling on her chest. Scathach stared down at her exposure, teeth chattering with fear and anguish while the dragon man gurgles a vicious lauh.
"This is a much better look on you, slut," he said, pulling his loincloth aside. Scathach quivered, staring dead forward as her captor walked in front – presenting his enormous pole to her. Slowly, unavoidably, her eyes dropped to stare at the tool of her oppression – and a fresh gasp of horror burst between her teeth. The dragon man cupped her cheek in a scaly hand, curling his clawed fingers through her hair and tugging on her dark locks while his member throbbed and swelled. "We make a good match: you with your enormous udders and me with my godly cock. I should have left you kneeling – all the better to worship me – but you can give praise while standing."
With his taunt given, the dragon man grasped the base of his giant cock and pumped it slowly, up and down, while Scathach struggled to tear her eyes away. It was impossible: no matter how hard she strained, she was totally transfixed! So big…so bulky… She felt her nipples stiffening, growing more tender by the second while her breathing sped up, her huge titties billowing in and out faster and faster… She was getting wet down below; a fact that shamed her immensely even as she began to pant like a dog in heat. The dragon man, seeing the Servant's walls breaking down, laughed and slid his powerful hand down to squeeze the side of an enormous breast, groping her slowly and firmly while she wriggled against her restraints. Her struggles were helpless, hopeless, weaker by the minute. Her captor's red-hot boner protruded before him, pressing on her belly due to his towering height, driving up between her breasts. When she looked down, Scathach was treated to the sight of a broad, pre-dribbling cockhead staring up at her. She licked her lips hungrily, despairing moans bubbling in her throat.
"Give in," the dragon man said, rolling his thumb over her nipple. "Quit your feeble protests. Become my Servant." His words beat mercilessly at her consciousness, pounding her resistance into a slurry. The stench of his draconic musk filled the air, infesting her thoughts, setting her entire body tingling, her cunt aching… Her captor started to pump against her, driving his mighty rod up the slim, taut surface of her belly and between her pillowy tits, giving her a standing paizuri while she trembled and moaned incoherently. The great Scathach's will was failing before the superior stud, and they both knew it. Though her feelings of shame were all-consuming, Scathach couldn't help but shift and rock her hips, wishing she could plunge a hand between her thighs and start to stroke. She was almost grateful for the ropes then: they kept her from completely shaming herself…
Or so she thought.
"Let's see you work that mouth," the dragon man said suddenly, and grasping her shoulders forced her back down to her knees. Scathach found herself starting directly at the bobbing, twitching cockhead of her brutal captor. Her mouth immediately dropped open, like some kind of animal instinct, and as the dragon man looped her hair around his big, scaly fist, she peered up into his eyes – a wordless plea.
"No," she managed to mutter, desperate not to sink any further – but even as she protested, her sopping pussy dripped and clenched. "Please…"
The dragon man guided his cock forth into her mouth, stuffing it to the brim with his red-hot meat. Scathach gurgled, eyes twitching up and back in their sockets as her captor's intense, overpowering musk filled her to the brim with dizzy desire. She coughed and spluttered at first, then leaned forwards against his commanding fuckpillar, garrrgling happily on his meat. Schluck…schlock…schlock… Scathach began to work her maw in slow strokes along his cock, swirling her tongue around as much of that massive rod as she could manage, taking his tip all the way back to kiss against her tonsils – smearing his shaft with drool. The draconic stud, pleased with her display of worship, gave her hair a sharp tug – and Scatchach GLURKED, spittle spurting from her nostrils as her slender neck swelled around his cockhead. Scathach looked panicked for a moment as she was forced to deepthroat the dragon man's obscene cock, her tits bouncing from the impact…before meeting his eyes once again, taking a deep breath through her nose, and plunging forwards toward his base.
"Good," he praised her, tightening his grip on her hair even more. "Show me the depth of your devotion."
Scathach's devotion was deep, and so was her gullet. Her lips and throat wrung around his dick inch by throbbing inch, pressing herself down him like a soggy, bumpy sleeve whose only purpose was pleasing cocks. She worked all by herself for a while, reaching the halfway point of her captor's slut-gouging fuckrod until she felt a jam – and glurked pitifully, unable to go further. The dragon man snarled, showing his fangs in anger.
"Pathetic," he said, and RAMMED her throat with such force that Scathach went cross-eyed. The rest of his cock vanished down her throat in a single thrust, bulging her neck obscenely wide as he hammered his tip into the pit of her stomach. Scathach's head was forced all the way back, her chest thrust forward as the towering stud broke her in, wrecking her gullet with frantic pumps. GLURK-GLURK-GLURK-GLURK--! Drool splattered down the witch's huge tits while they bounded all over the place, her belly bumping and bulging each time he bottomed out inside her. Wild-eyed, arching her back beneath him, Scathach gave a muted squeal as she hit an intense, squirting climax. The dragon man didn't so much as slow down as the broken whore squirmed and tensed beneath him, ignoring her pleasure in favour of his own, brutalising her throat with a slew of nasty noises. She was his cocksleeve, his disposable fucktoy, and he wouldn't stop until he'd satisfied himself in her.
Scathach's head swam in the clouds, out of her mind with pleasure even as the dragon man choked her back and forth on his cock, stretching her throat and forcing her tongue to dangle outside her mouth. By now a clear pool of drool was spreading between her knees, mixed in with her own cum and fat droplets of draconic pre. The dragon man sped up, breaking his limits again and again, his hips nearly becoming a blur in his machine-like efforts to torment her. GLURKGLURKGLURKGLURKGLURK--! He used her throat like the savage he was, the pressure building minute by minute until, at least, he gave a huge rumble of pleasure and launched salvoes of spunk directly into her belly.
Scathach tensed up as her captor came, feeling the flood hit her stomach and fill it within a few dense blasts. She trembled, clutching her belly, feeling it grow tighter and tighter as the dragon man's hot, gurgling spunk forced it to expand. Soon she looked pregnant – five months, six, seven… A jet of cum spurted from her asshole, causing the puddle beneath her to expand considerably while her belly wobbled past the nine months mark. By the time his reckless torrents died down, and he loosened his grip on her hair, the busty witch's belly gluuurgled and bubbled noisily, her skin drawn tight and red by the intense stretching, still dribbling cum from her poor rear. The dragon man pushed her head slooowly back and forth a few times, watching her lips stretch out on his hole-gaping pole, before forcing her all the way off his rod. Her mouth unsealed from his cockhead with a vacuum-'pop', and she immediately keeled over to puke hot, steaming jizz across the floor. While she coughed and retched, the dragon man stepped behind Scathach to undo her restraints. She tipped forwards, throwing her hands out to land on all fours, her tummy jiggling from the impact. Her captor laughed out loud at the whoreish display.
"What's wrong?" he snarled. "Too much 'mana' for you? There's plenty more where that came from."
Scathach groaned, raising her face from the pile of spunk to look back at her captor. Tears streaked her reddened cheeks, smearing the covering of cum. "Nnghh…more…" she hissed.
The dragon man stepped forward, looming over her rump with his hands firmly grasping her asscheeks. He pressed his cock between those thick cheeks and pumped his giant cock over her back, letting her feel its cum-drenched weight upon her while he swelled back to full mast. "Gladly," he said, drawing his hips back so slowly that Scathach gasped with anticipation. When he finally brought his member to bear against her slick little pussy – prodding her petals with the tip of his gigantic battering ram – Scathach covered her mouth with a hand, biting her knuckles as if to suppress a slutty moan. The dragon man, amused by the display, grasped his cock in a hand and stroked it slowly – firing shots of potent precum directly into her pussy. Scathach, feeling his rich draconic cream oozing within her womanhood, lost her ability to resist: both hands clapped down in the puddle of spunk, and she let her sweet voice free, moaning openly for the dragon to fuck her, fuck, her fuck her.
The stud leaned forward, grasped her shoulders, and slammed his cock balls-deep in her slutty pussy. Scathach screamed as he rammed her womb, stretching her violently around his superior pillar with a vibrant, soaking-wet CLAP of flesh on flesh. Her asscheeks and tits bounced from the force of the thrust, her tongue spilling from her mouth. "Uhnnnghh--!" she groaned in bliss. "Moooore!"
"How unbecoming," the dragon man said, squeezing her shoulders so tight she thought the joints would pop. "I thought you were supposed to be strong. All I see beneath me…is a wet hole." He dragged his hips back and gave her another brutal, bone-quaking THRUST that drained the last of the strength from her legs: Scathach collapsed into a moaning heap, and her captor started to fuck her for real, curling one arm under her pelvis so he could lift her ass toward his hips. Her cheeks rippled, clapped, and wobbled around as he beat them senseless with thrust after bruising thrust. The sounds of their sex echoed through the cave: Scathach's warbling moans and the dragon man's pleasured grunts, overshadowed by the savage slapping of their genitals. His cock drove in and out faster and harder by the second, fucking Scathach like he hated her, rivulets of cum pattering off his thoroughly spunk-soaked member. He fucked her in a squat, lifting her hips so far up that her own knees left the floor, her legs swaying lazily back and forth while he stirred her deepest depths.
Scathach squeaked when she hit her second orgasm, her pussy clenching and flexing around his pumping monstercock. Her climax massaged his meat , sending spikes of pleasure through him, and he growled as he hooked an arm around her neck – hauling her body up against him, her legs folded over his thighs while he fucked her off the ground, bumping and bulging her belly against the dry air. Scathach could do little but moan wildly as he choke-fucked her, squeezing her neck in a vice, making her face turn red while her eyes tilted back in their sockets, swiftly losing consciousness. But he wouldn't let her get away that easily. He drove an extra-hard THRUST into her core, bringing her back to sharp focus a moment before he blasted his second load into her poor, needy womb! Cum burst forth in a gigantic spray, filling her babychamber to the limits and then bloating it just like her stomach. Her belly grew even bigger than before, drooping toward the floor while she trembled and writhed in his merciless grapple. Her struggled grew weaker and weaker, kicking and swiping the air while her eyes narrowed to show only the whites. At last, with a faint gurgle, Scathach sagged and went limp, steam rising from her roughfucked form.
The dragon man dropped the unconscious slut to the ground, laying her out on her back with her huge belly presented to the cave ceiling. Rising, he took a moment to catch his breath before lifting a foot up high, positioning it over the vast swell of her gut, and bringing it down in a powerful stomp.
Scatchach's eyes snapped open as he all but flattened her stomach and womb inside her, forcing all that cum to rush toward the exits. Her cheeks bulged, cum bursting from her nostrils before her jaw gave up and she puked an arc of thick nut-gunk. Her pussy blasted cum freely, followed shortly by her asshole. The dragon screwed his heel deeper and deeper, milking Scathach for every drop of splooge left in her tired cocksleeve of a body, leaving her twitching amidst a gigantic puddle of white. When he removed his foot from her belly, it was pink and sore, and she gargled with wordless pleasure, so weak she couldn't move but so horny she had to express her feelings.
"Nngh…nnh…please…" she huffed under her breath, barely audible. Her breasts rose and fell beautifully, sparkling with droplets of dribbling sweat. "Please…Master…"
The dragon man grinned. "'Master', is it?" he asked, kneeling in front of her. His cock was already stiff again, twitching and leaping against the air, a visible steam of musk rising off of its tremendous girth. "What is it you want, Servant?"
"Please…" Scathach swallowed weakly, bit her lip, and then let her desires burst forth: "Fuck me all day..!"
The dragon man rolled his eyes. "You don't need to ask for that," he said, then grasped her legs, pushed them up beside her shoulders, and entered her in a tight, flattening mating press – squishing her asscheeks and tits beneath the weight of his body! Scathach squealed as he entered her, already cumming, squirting like the sloppy little fucktoy she was. Her screams echoed through the cave for hours and hours, stopping and starting up again every few minutes. The Servant was tamed, completely and utterly content with her new, draconic, completely studly Master.