Breaing the Hero

Main Pairing: F human x M drakon (Humanoid/Anthro Dragon)

Main Kinks/TWs: Interspecies, Monsterfucking, CNC roleplay, light bondage, brief impact play, scratching, spanking, oral, vaginal, cum swallowing

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Bernadette's eyes fluttered open. Looking around, the young woman blinked the fuzziness out of her vision as she took in her surroundings. "W-where am I...?" she muttered. When she tried to move, she realized that her arms were bound over her head and chained to the ceiling, with similar bindings around her ankles. The shining steel plate armor she wore had been replaced with a set of dull rags.

Her heart raced.

Struggling, she took a deep breath and tried to calm herself, trying to ignore the fact that whoever took her here must've undressed her as well. Bernadette looked to be in some kind of musty old storeroom. There were numerous crates stacked around her, with a crystal lamp casting the area in a warm red glow. It would've been pitch black otherwise since there were no windows.

How... How did this happen?

Bernadette wracked her mind. Last she remembered, the swordswoman had been storming the Dread Fiend's lair -- she'd slain many of his underlings and avoided countless tricks and traps. Suddenly, she remembered. Yes, Bernadette had been so close to the accursed throne room when a violet gas filled the air... And all went black.

Damn it all! She was so close!

She frantically looked around for anything that could aid in her escape, freezing only when she heard something. It came from outside the storeroom door -- footsteps. Heavy footsteps. Her blood went cold as the door opened with a click, and her eyes went wide as dinner plates at the towering figure that stepped inside.

Scales of the darkest obsidian shimmered against the lamplight. Cold, icy blue eyes settled on the woman's helpless form. The figure was a seven-foot tall mountain of muscle rippling beneath rugged scales, his stomach lined with a dense six-pack, his muscular pecs firm and defined, and his thick biceps flexing as he crossed his arms over his chest. Two dark horns curved back from his skull.

A drakon.

However, what shocked Bernadette most was not the man's appearance, but his choice of attire. Or rather, his lack thereof. The hulking draconic figure wore naught but a harness around his body, four leather straps linking to a metal loop just under his pecs, and a leather hammock that barely served to conceal his manhood. She tore her eyes away from the obscene bulge straining at the garment.

"Ah... My guest has awoken." He spoke in a deep, husky baritone, a sinister hiss lingering on the edge of every syllable... Like honey flowing over jagged rocks. His eyes inspected her from head to toe. "I do apologize for the sparse accommodations."

"W-what is this farce!?" Bernadette spat, olive cheeks flushing a rosy shade of red. "Have you no dignity, dragon? I am a warrior -- the least you can do is present yourself with some decency..."

A rumbling chuckle echoed across the stone walls. The figure smiled, bearing his fangs as he circled her bound form, his thick tail swishing across the floor. Bernadette glowered at him all the while, struggling to stay focused on his face instead of his rippling chest and abdominals... Or at his toned rump when he stepped behind her.

The drakon licked his chops. "I don't believe you're in much of a position to be speaking of dignity." He stood before her, his scaly snout mere inches from her face. "All I see is just another would-be hero... Reduced to a bound, helpless little girl...~"

Bernadette lashed out, trying to snap at him just as he pulled back. "Untie me and I can show you how helpless I really am, monster!"

"Such a fiery spirit in you!" He grinned. Lifting a clawed finger, the drakon slowly traced it down her cheek, feeling her tremble against his touch. "All the more satisfying to break...~"

Break?

Bernadette's blood went cold. What in The Goddess's name could he possibly mean by that? "L-lay a finger on me, and I'll sheer the scales from your back, monster!" She hissed.

Suddenly, the drakon grabbed her by the neck and pulled her in closer. His claws tightened around Bernadette's slender throat and made all but the most pathetic, gasping breaths impossible. She choked and writhed in his grip, trying to move her face away from him as he inched closer. "Empty threats will get you nowhere with me, Bernadette~" He growled, his breaths hot against her skin.

"H-how..." Bernadette gasped. "How do you know my name?"

"How could I not? Bernadette -- the fabled hero, blessed by the sacred council and prophesied to slay the Dread Fiend. You heroes aren't very good at keeping a low profile," he said. The drakon slid his warm, thick tongue against her cheek, making her shudder. "Had you been a man, then you would've simply been disposed of like the rest... But the women are sent to me. Even the strongest of wills can be broken, my dear~"

Bernadette shook her head in defiance. "No! I will not be broken -- not by the likes of you!"

"Hhmm... A tale I've heard time and time again. It always ends the same." Without warning, he dug his ferocious claws into the rags covering her chest and tore them apart! The sound of splitting fabric echoed across the walls as her plump breasts bounced into view, pink nipples standing stiff at attention.

"N-no!" Bernadette squirmed, unintentionally making them jiggle before his hungry gaze. "You vile lech!" She cried. Her arms moved reflexively to cover herself but were still bound over her head.

That snakelike tongue of his slid across rows of sharp dragon teeth. The drakon eyed her like a piece of meat as he suddenly grabbed one of her tits and squeezed, his scaly digits sinking in down to the knuckles in pillowy breastflesh. "Remember, darling... Your life is in my hands. It would behoove you to cooperate~" he said. Squeezing her other breast, he leaned in and swirled his tongue at the stiff, taut bud.

An electric shudder arched up Bernadette's spine. Whimpering, she unconsciously arched her back, chest thrusting against his face. "Y-you will pay for this indignity, monster!" She stammered.

He snorted in amusement, blowing warm air against her nipple. "Please... Call me Gamron -- breaker of wills."

"I will call you whatever I damn well please, you -- Hhhrrlmf!"

Before Bernadette could finish, Gamron suddenly cupped her face in one hand and mashed his scaly lips onto hers. She thrashed and writhed fruitlessly in the drakon's grip. Any attempts at pulling back or simply moving her face were effortlessly thwarted as he held her still. His other hand slid down her body, squeezing a greedy handful of her ass through those rags.

"Mmmhh!" Bernadette whimpered. Something hot and wet soon slithered between her lips, eyes going wide as Gamron's tongue slid into her maw like a lecherous snake. His appendage moved with far more flexibility than a human's tongue, easily overpowering her own as it slid across her teeth and inner cheek. She tried to pull away, but the drakon's grip was unbreakable.

Warm tears brimmed at the corners of her eyes. This couldn't be happening... She was the fated hero, destined for glory by The Goddess herself!

Eventually, that tongue slid out of her mouth, connected to her lips by a strand of spit as he pulled away. Bernadette huffed and lowered her head. "Do your worst, dragon... But I will not be broken. I swear it."

"We shall see~" Gamron chuckled. Turning his back to her, he lifted the lid off one of those crates and fished around, soon pulling out two objects -- what appeared to be a small leather collar, and some kind of short whip that ended in three tassels. He turned back to her with a devilish grin.

"W-what are you doing? What are those?" Bernadette recoiled in apprehension. She tried hiding her neck from him, but the drakon simply yanked her head back by her hair with a whimper. The collar tightened around her throat as he buckled it, head dropping as he let go. "You would collar me like a beast? Your depravity knows no bounds..."

Gamron took a step back and admired the sight. Although Bernadette forced herself not to stare, she couldn't help noticing how the outline in his leather hammock throbbed and swelled with arousal. "Breaking a beast is not too different from breaking a hero~" He chuckled, stretching out that whip. Then, he tore off the last set of rags around her waist, leaving her in nothing but a pair of thin panties.

"You will n-never break me!" She shouted, thighs clenching together. "One lash or a thousand -- it will make no difference!"

The drakon merely shrugged and stepped behind her, facing her vulnerable ass and back.

Bernadette clenched her fists. Shutting her eyes, she tried to steel herself for what was to come.

Smack!

"Nnhaa!" She shrieked. Razor-sharp pain erupted from her upper back as those three tassels snapped across tender skin, surely leaving bright red marks. Bernadette gritted her teeth and inhaled, fresh tears flowing down her cheeks. "I-is that it? I've met kobolds that hit harder than you!"

Smack!

The next impact struck not far from the first, her back stiffening in reflex as she managed to hold in another shameful yelp. "Do... Your... Worst!"

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

Lash after lash came one after the other. Gamron directed the next stinging volley at her backside, strikes alternating between each cheek, every lash coaxing a gasp or hiss of pain from the woman's lips. Her thighs trembled. Gritting her teeth, Bernadette could do nothing more than take every last snap of the whip.

Eventually, the ruthless assault of snapping leather came to an end. Bernadette shuddered, knowing that her ass and back must've been covered in stinging red marks. "It will take s-so much more than that..." She huffed.

"Oh, I know~" Gamron chuckled. Casually tossing the whip aside, he approached her from behind and suddenly dug his hand between her thighs, two scaly digits digging into her panties.

"W-wait! Stop that!"

Gamron had no intention of stopping as those fingers brushed across her drooling outer lips and sunk into her throbbing, luscious folds. "Your body betrays you, hero~" He grinned. "Fight it as you may, but I know what you truly desire... What your body craves... How you yearn to submit~" Gamron dragged his tongue across her neck.

"Y-you know nothing of my desires!" She cried, writhing helplessly as the drakon slid his fingers deeper inside her cunt. Of course, Bernadette knew damn well she was soaked down there... But it couldn't just be her, could it? No, they must've done something to lower her inhibitions -- like casting some kind of arousal spell or forcing her to drink a tonic while she was unconscious. There was no other way she could be aroused by this!

A deep, predatory growl rumbled from his throat. "I can smell the desire on you~" He hissed into her ear, flexing and twisting those two digits inside her squeezing tunnels, feeling her squirm against him. His other hand drifted up her belly, clawtips stroking the faint ridges of her abs, giving her chest a brief fondle, before finally wrapping tight around her neck once again.

Bernadette gasped, the sudden lack of air only heightening the sensations happening down south. "No!" She squeaked. "T-take them out! Stop!"

"You are in no position to be making demands, girl~" Gamron emphasized his words with another deep thrust of his fingers. Pumping in and out at a steady rhythm, the drakon soon curled his fingers inside her, brushing at her spongey sweet spot while he used his thumb to stroke her clit.

Her back arched and her hips jerked against his hand. Shockwaves of pleasure emanated from that needy bundle of nerves with every stroke, with Bernadette in disbelief that she was so sensitive already. "Nnngh... S-stop...!" She pleaded -- not with the lecherous drakon, but with her own body as unbearable pressure began tightening in her loins.

To her surprise, Gamron suddenly withdrew his fingers and let go of her throat. Bernadette went limp as she gasped for air, a traitorous disappointment lingering in the back of her head as her body yearned for more.

The drakon chuckled and held them in front of her face. Thick strands of her nectar clung between his digits, hanging in obscene ropes as he spread them, as if gloating over her forced arousal. Not once breaking eye contact with the human, he then brought those slick fingers to his mouth and used his serpentine tongue to lick them clean. "Heroes always taste so sweet...~" He purred.

A pang of arousal came that Bernadette desperately suppressed, scowling at his smug, scaly face. "T-this proves nothing, monster..."

"Does it, now?" Gamron smirked. "Perhaps a more oral approach may be necessary~" He knelt on the stone floor and held her toned thighs, spreading them as much as he could with those shackles around her ankles, his snout mere inches from her slick, drooling cunt. The heat of his draconic breath rolled across her nethers.

Bernadette stared down at him with wide eyes. "W-wait, don't -- Hhhhaa!"

Too late. A sharp rush of pleasure knocked the words out of her throat as he dove in and worked his tongue across her steamy slit, dragging the thick, flexible muscle deep into her folds and stroking her throbbing clit. His claws tightened against her thighs, digging into her skin with faint pinpricks of pain.

"Aah-aahn...!~" Bernadette chewed her lip, trying to stifle shameful moans and whimpers. "I-I can't... I don't... Want this...!" She fought against the waves of writhing heat and slickness. It was unthinkable that this perverted beast could violate her in such a way, let alone that she would feel pleasure from it! And yet, her hips reflexively twitched and thrust against his muzzle.

His monstrous tongue put any mere human to shame -- it wriggled, writhed, and slithered with incredible dexterity. Deeper and deeper Gamron dug into her, devouring her womanhood with each forceful stroke and making sure to drag his tongue against that swollen bud.

Bernadette swallowed, her thighs trembling around the drakon's face. It was a losing battle to deny how fucking amazing it felt or to ignore the oncoming climax bubbling in her loins. Her internal pleading turned into bargaining. She could just escape later, right? It wasn't like she could do much with her situation right now, so why not enjoy it?

Suddenly, Gamron plunged two fingers inside her and swirled his tongue on her throbbing clit, trapping it in a vacuum of hot, wet muscle.

She didn't stand a chance. Try as she might, Bernadette just couldn't hold back even a second longer as searing hot, climactic pleasure exploded from her core. Craning her head back, a wail of pure ecstasy spilled from her lips and echoed across the stone walls of the prison. "O-Oouh Goddess Yesss...!~" She cried.

Heroic pride was no match for a powerful, earth-shaking orgasm.

Waves of bliss flowed across her body, muscles going tense and rigid before loosening. Bernadette's chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. Her eyes fluttered softly. The liquid afterglow gradually faded as she came back down, horror and shame suddenly taking hold.

How?

How could she have let herself give in like that? She was supposed to be a hero, for The Goddess's sake! And yet she'd moaned like a tavern wench for this monster to enjoy...

Once again, her thoughts were cruelly interrupted as Gamron grabbed her by the hair and pulled her into a deep kiss. He forced Bernadette to taste herself, the salty, tangy flavor of her arousal still lingering on his tongue. Her pride told her to fight, to pull away from him... But she couldn't find it in herself. His tongue slithered back when he broke the kiss.

"Perhaps that will improve your mood a bit, hm?~" Gamron licked his chops, wiping obscene strands of her slickness from his scaly lips.

"I-I'll make you pay for this..." Bernadette groaned -- an utterly toothless threat.

The drakon laughed, his smooth, deep voice reverberating against the prison walls. "On the contrary, hero ... I believe it's you who will be repaying me~"

"W-what?"

He didn't answer her straight away. Instead, he reached toward the ceiling and adjusted the chains attached to her shackles.

Before Bernadette could demand an explanation, she yelped as the chains abruptly loosened, still keeping her bound but lengthening enough that she fell forward onto her knees... Right in front of the drakon's raging, barely-contained mast. She gulped.

"You expect me to pleasure you in return, beast?" She scoffed, tearing her eyes away from his throbbing shaft. His hammock looked like it could tear at any moment, with the scaly base of his cock clearly visible.

Gamron shoved her face into his crotch, making her feel the heat and heft contained beneath the fabric. "I do. Do not forget yourself, hero... Your life remains in my hands. Now be a darling and get this pesky thing off me, would you?~"

Bernadette growled. "And just how am I supposed to do that with my hands bound, you scaly buffoon?" she said, glaring up at him with venom in her eyes.

"That mouth of yours is in working order, no? Go on~" The drakon laughed and ground her face harder against it.

"Hmmph..." Her gaze flicked from his smugly grinning face, then back down at his length straining away in the hammock. Gingerly, she bit down on the leather garment and tugged, struggling a bit on the tightness until his draconic shaft sprung free and thumped against her cheek.

"Hhhaa... Much better~" Gamron sighed. "That was honestly getting pretty uncomfortable..."

Bernadette's jaw went slack at the sight of him. A massive, vascular rod of flesh stared her right in the face, easily dwarfing any man she'd been with thus far. Its dark hue contrasted with the grey scales of his waist, covered in what appeared to be ridges that ran from the base, all the way to the tapered tip, where a bead of pre-cum shimmered.

"Impressed?~"

She swallowed the growing lump in her throat. "I-I've seen bigger..." Bernadette lied through her teeth. In truth, she'd never witnessed a more girthy, imposing pillar of cock in her life. Every stiff throb made her flinch, as if it might jump out at her or something.

"Don't just stare, darling. Aren't you heroes supposed to be good with swords? There's one right here, in need of attention~"

Bernadette forced herself to look away, turning her nose up at it. "Make me, beast!" She huffed. Despite the hero's defiance, she couldn't stop herself from casting glances at Gamron's cock. The sheer masculine presence of it made her heart race. And that heady scent... It was a struggle not to indulge.

Standing over her, Gamron merely raised an eyebrow and chuckled. He then grabbed a handful of her hair and shoved her face against the shaft, forcing Bernadette to feel the simmering heat beneath those dark scales and making that intoxicating aroma even harder to ignore. A bead of pre-cum stained her flushed cheeks. "Do not test my patience, girl." He growled, flashing his claws.

"Mmmhh...!" She whimpered. Chewing her lip, she ran her eyes back and forth across his length, trying to figure out where she would even start on such a gargantuan mass.

'Just do as he says. You'll get your chance later...'

'Defiance isn't worth throwing your life away...'

Bernadette swallowed her pride. Leaning in, she nuzzled into the underside of his shaft and planted a tentative kiss, then another, and another, trailing north towards the tip with each smooch. Her tongue flicked out and sampled the raw, smoky flavor -- a decision she soon regretted as fresh arousal rumbled between her thighs.

"Surely you can do better than that, hero?" Gamron said, tightening his grip on her head and digging his clawtips against her scalp.

Her heart thumped in urgency. Glaring at the impatient drakon, Bernadette repositioned her lips against his tapered cocktip and flicked out her tongue. His pre tasted salty and potent, making her nose scrunch up. She parted her lips and began taking him in -- inch by inch she slid, his girth forcing her mouth wider to accommodate him. "Rrrlhk..." She gurgled.