Author's note: Thank you for all the kind words you all commented in the first two chapters! I appreciate all your support and encouragement, please feel free to keep leaving feedbacks and comments! Also I'm really sorry for the slow and inconsistent upload, life has been crazy.
This chapter is mostly story, the juicier parts will be coming up next chapter.
Disclaimer: all characters appeared in the series are adults with the ability to consent. There are themes of non-consensual sex, rape, and feral on human sex in the series, if you are not a fan of such themes, this is not for you. Although rape is a theme in the series, it is strictly fantasy and I do not condone any kind of sexual harassment, sexual violence, or non-consensual sex.
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Clara woke up feeling like she was lying beside the fireplace in the winter. She was leaning on something smooth and layered, radiating heat from beneath her. It did not take her long to remember what had happened, and despite her wishing it was just a terrible nightmare, the smooth black scales she was leaning on said otherwise. Kalius, the dragon, has brutally violated her the night before.
Surprised to be alive, Clara started surveying her surroundings. She appeared to be half laying on Kalius, and judging by the slow rise and fall of his stomach, he was still asleep. Sunlight shone through a thin membrane above her, turning the bright yellow light into something red and ominous. She must be under one of Kalius' wing.
Clara took a moment to listen to the dragon's breathing, and was certain that he was soundly asleep. Judging by the stone ground the tip of her foot was touching, she was still in the cave where Kalius defiled her. He has the audacity to commit the horrid crimes of slaughtering humans, burning a village, and raping the Queen's knight, and stay in the same place and sleep like a pig. She has never met another dragon, but if the legends were half true, Kalius would be a psychopath even in dragon standards.
Such arrogance will be your undoing, Clara thought. She was no longer restrained by invisible chains, so she decided that this was the moment she survived last night for. This was her chance to escape. Even if she was no longer pure, her fate for staying here would certainly be worse than death. Her pride and hornour as a knight was nothing but a joke to Kalius, and trying to maintain it after coming three times under him would,make the joke even funnier.
Clara started to carefully climb down to the ground, but it was only then when she realised something was very wrong. As soon as she shifted her leg, she felt a sharp pain shot up from between her legs. She looked down, and to her horror, saw her belly was still very much filled with cum, and Kalius' member was still inside her. That sick bastard did not even bother to pull out his member before going to sleep. Her body must have become numb from being stretched open all night, and now that she payed attention to it, she could feel that incredible fullness that brought her unimaginable pain, but also shamefully, exquisite pleasure. She blushed when she recalled last night, but immediately felt guilty for experiencing pleasure from being raped by a beast.
Clara had to stop herself from spiralling into those self loathing thoughts. Right now, escaping was all that mattered. She might be stripped of her title for failing her queen so miserably, she might be called a whore, but she would be alive. With her skills, she could always go somewhere far away and start anew. It might be cowardly to have such thoughts, but Clara was not ready to give up her life because she was a victim.
In her head, Clara reevaluated her options. Without weapons or armour, there was no chance she could fight her way out. Besides, the last time she tried she lost within a minute. She could, however, risk waking Kalius up by trying to detach from him, and sneak out before he wakes up. If that fails, she have no choice but to play the obedient slave he wants and wait for another chance.
Having made up her mind, Clara tried to gently pull away, but it yielded nothing but pain and some cum leaking out. She tried to remember the anatomy of the dragon member from last night, how its head would expand or shrink according to Kalius' breathing. It must be a design to ensure impregnation, similar to a dog's knot, but since there was the size difference, it did not need to be erect to be locked in her. Clara quietly cursed before bracing herself from pain, and pushed with her leg when Kalius exhaled. This time, she succeeded. Tears immediately swelled in her eyes from her cervix being pried open again. She felt the scaled member slid out, and it made an embarrassing "pop" when its wide head finally came out. Then, she felt all the warm liquid gushed out as her belly returned to its normal size.
Somehow, Clara felt empty now, like that member belonged there. Pushing down that unexplainable feeling, she slid down Kalius' stomach, stepped into a pool of warm cum, and started tiptoeing out from under his wing. However, things could never be this easy. As soon as she ducked out from the wing, she was met with the amused face of Kalius.
"Going somewhere, little knight?" He curled his lips, showing his razor sharp teeth, like a wolf looking at a lamb.
Clara closed her eyes and cursed quietly. Plan B it was.
"Did I say you could come off?" Kalius added.
Clara opened her eyes and forced a smile on her face. "I'm sorry, I needed to relief myself. Master." She added when she remembered last night.
There was surprise in Kalius' eyes. Her sudden change of attitude threw him off. He raised an eyebrow. "Well, that's a reasonable request, but next time, you are only allowed to come off when I say you are."
"Yes, Master." Clara forced herself to look down to avoid showing emotion.
"Good girl. Before you do that, go retrieve your sword and bring it to me." Kalius waved towards the clearing outside the cave.
Clara obediently went. The sun was bright, she had to let her eyes adjust for a few seconds after being in a cave so long. The sunlight was warm on her bare skin, but it could not warm her ice-cold heart. Every step, she could feel more cum seeping out, and the soreness shooting up made her knees wobble. She found her sword in a bush, with dried blood on its blade from when she stabbed Kalius last night. She hesitated for a second, but quickly banished the thought of attempting to run. How far could she go with no armour, no clothes or shoes, no supplies, and only a sword? She only made a scratch on Kalius when she had all those things.
With no better option, Clara brought the sword back to Kalius. She clutched it hard in her hand, trying to remember the shape and weight of it. Her brother had it specially made, and has given it to her in celebration of her becoming a knight. Then, she dropped it in front of Kalius, making a loud klank.
Kalius was pleased. "Good, now go get me that body and put your armour on it." He pointed at a body of a villager in the clearing.
As smart as Clara was, she had an idea of what Kalius intended to do. She thought of leaving a message of some kind, but she knew Kalius was watching her closely. Being obedient was in her best interest now, doing anything suspicious would only make her future escape attempts harder.
When she was done dressing the villager with her armour, which was not easy considering it was a man, Kalius told her to step back, and opened his jaw. Bright golden dragon fire shot out of his mouth, and the body quickly became ash under its intense heat. The smell of burnt meat quickly filled the air. Between the barely recognisable bones, melted armour, and her personal sword, no one would doubt it was her body. Any hope of her being rescued turned to ash with it. No one would even be looking for her after they find this.
This was what would become of Clara the Knight then, she thought. A brave knight who died fighting an evil dragon. Bards might even sing her story in ballads when she was in reality, a coward who let herself become a slave to an evil dragon, a fucktoy.
After the deeds were done, Kalius seemed to be in a good mood. He told Clara to go relief herself, and that they were leaving afterwards. When Clara came back, Kalius has already returned to his normal size, his member retracted into his body like that of a lizard's. Now that he was in full daylight, Clara was amazed by how magnificent he looked.
Sunlight reflected off of Kalius' black scales, and the rippling muscles underneath screamed of power. His curved white horns were long and majestic, and his claws looked like they could tear metal like paper. His long, powerful tail swung back and forth as he patiently waited for her. Too bad he's an arrogant, sadistic psychopath, she thought.
Kalius reached out a hand, and Clara realized he wanted her to climb on. Once she did, he lifted her up to his neck, right before where his wings connected to his body. Clara carefully climbed onto him and sat herself down between two spikes. Sitting on dragon scales with not even an undergarment in between was uncomfortable to say the least, but she knew this was Kalius' way of humiliating her, as well as controlling her. She was highly unlikely to run away and ask for help while being completely naked. She did not bother to ask where they were going either, it made no difference to her.
"Are you afraid of heights?" He asked.
"No." Clara answered. It was part of her knight training, they needed to be able to fight unaffected by their environment.
"Good, because you will be the first dragon rider in history, little knight." Kalius said. "Hold tight, it's about to get bumpy."
Before Clara could say anything, Kalius unfolded his massive wings, casting a huge shadow and kicking up dust around them. He then shot into the sky with one power beat of his wings. Clara held onto the spike in front of her for dear life, and suddenly, her view widened, and she was surrounded by blue skies. It was a warm and cloudless day, the wind nothing but a comfortable breeze. It was a perfect day for flying.
Despite her situation, Clara could not help but marvelled at the view beneath her. Endless forest stretched out like a green blanket, and mountains that were tall and overbearing were now mere hills on the ground. It was truly a view not many humans could ever see.
Once Clara has overcame her initial shock of being so high in the sky, she started noticing a strange sensation between her legs. Every time Kalius beat his wings, her sensitive clit rubbed against the scale on his neck, sending a shockwave to her head. She instinctively clamped her legs on Kalius' neck, but that did nothing to ease the pleasure that has awakened in her body. Soon, she felt herself became wet, and her juices smeared onto Kalius' neck. It was extremely embarrassing, and she prayed to the gods that Kalius would not notice, least he uses this as proof of her being a whore.
