Duchess And Dragon

"Duchess, how could you?!" the heiress cried, heartbroken and betrayed. "How could you use me like this?! I thought we were friends!"

"Thinking is far different than remembering, darling," the Duchess whispered, smirking, knowing the heiress wouldn't hear her. Although the memory loss was an unintended consequence of the Love Potion No. 69, as with all things, the Duchess knew how to make it work in her favor. The heiress didn't remember, but the Duchess had been seducing and using her for about a year at that point. Now it was time to make her next big move.

The Duchess wasn't driven purely by lust, but pragmaticism as well. One did not obtain and retain the title of "Duchess" with no skill. The heiress was quite a pretty little thing, but even more than that, her kingdom was one the dragons had their eyes on solely because of its location in the middle of one of their once-common migration paths. Dragon-hunting was a sport to humans, though, so the dragons hid in greater amount as their numbers slowly sank. The Duchess made a bargain with them, offering the heiress' kingdom in exchange for their help in overthrowing it, placing herself and the heiress as the new leaders while the dragons made out with the spoils of war.

It was slow-going, so that was why the Duchess had spent so long simply toying with the heiress. Though they were strong, dragons were slow, operating on time scales far longer and larger than humans. At last, though, the time was right for the dragons' strike. All of that pent up energy was released like a spring being set free, and the unsuspecting kingdom quickly succumbed. The dragons and the Duchess now led the ruins, using one another to rebuild their respective armies.

"This is for the good of the kingdom!" the Duchess taunted. It was clear she didn't believe her own words, she just knew she could argue her case if she wanted. "You are important too, ensuring a strong heir to the throne."

"What?" the heiress recoiled in disgust and horror at the implication.

"Both we and the dragons need heirs, after all," the Duchess enunciated. The heiress was speechless with rage and disbelief, but her eyes said it all. The Duchess reveled in her dumbstruck expression. "You cannot turn your back on this." She gestured behind herself, and a large dragon came lumbering out of the shadows. Despite herself, the heiress started.

Has he been there the entire time?! He was so big...

"You belong to me now, human," he growled telepathically. "You are mine to command, care for, and control."

A chill ran down the heiress' spine while the Duchess continued to look pleased.

"Please, I... I need some space. I need time to think!" The heiress thought, hoping against hope that the dragon would hear and understand her.

She heard his rumbling laugh inside her head. "Oh I hear. And I understand. I just deny!"

His command was clear, and it was the same as the Duchess' before him: You are mine, body, mind, heart, and soul. There is no escape."

The heiress turned to the Duchess with desperation in her eyes. "Please, do something...!" Help me! Was the Duchess truly so heartless that she would give the heiress to the dragon without even a shred of hesitation? Yes, she was.

"Just breathe, love, and the pain will pass eventually," she advised, tone half-patronizing and half-sincere as she approached the younger woman and began to rub her shoulders as the dragon approached as well.

"Stay strong." His thoughts echoed the Duchess' words. "We need a worthy heir!"

And once again, the heiress quailed at the thought. But he's so much bigger than me...!

The cries that would echo from the bedroom--the breeding chamber--would be agonized, before, during, and after the insemination.

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"I... I can't... I can't do this..." The heiress' chest heaved.

"Yes you can!" Her dragon mate growled in her mind as he held her still with his claws and positioned himself behind her. "You are stronger than you know. You will bring our child into this world, and it will be a great ruler, just like its parents." The dragon tossed his scaly head back proudly. The heiress buckled under the dragon's weight and her face twisted in pain as the dragon slowly pushed his way inside of her. The Duchess backed away slowly, smirking sadistically as she watched the dragon mate with his new human conquest.

Through her teeth and tears, the heiress snarled at the Duchess. "I... hate you... for this...!" she managed to mutter through her panting as the dragon used her enthusiastically, fucking her harder and faster. The pain was still intense, overwhelming, but the heiress was able to spit her content even as the dragon's claws dug into her. The Duchess was completely unaffected by the younger woman's venom. How pathetic, small, weak, and helpless she was in this position, and how arousing the Duchess found it. It delighted her to know that despite the heiress' anger, she was forced to rely on the Duchess, since the Duchess was the only one who could control the dragon.

The pain was excruciating for the human girl, and she found herself clinging to the dragon's muscled, scaly forearms for dear life, her body wracked with spasms of agony as her new "mate" repeatedly thrust in and out of her.

"I can't... I can't do this..." the heiress panted and moaned, wincing.

"Yes you can," the Duchess growled, soft but forceful, hand slipping between her leg with only half of her awareness.

"You're... evil...!" The heiress showed another flash of spirit, but when the dragon pulled her further down his cock, her breath was ripped out of her chest again. "AH!"

The Duchess bit her lip listening to the heiress cry. It wasn't purely sadism that drove her onward, but perhaps a drop of envy too, whether she was consciously aware of it or not.

Her face is so beautiful as she struggles... Even in the face of such agony and aggression, she tries to keep up a brave and valiant façade.

She committed the faces and noises the heiress made to memory as she touched herself, still watching the dragon fuck the girl mercilessly. The Duchess' enjoyment of the heiress' pain knew no bounds. She ignored the younger woman's plight, relishing the power she held over the heiress.

The next time the Duchess drew near, she bent over to place a possessive kiss on the heiress cheek as her dragon mate continued to pound in and out of her, drawing ever closer to a climax, his scaly cock dragging roughly against her warm, tender insides. The Duchess was the only one allowed to approach the heiress. The dragon huffed when she kissed the other human woman, but he made no other protests. The heiress felt a surge of anger and humiliation, but before she could speak, the dragon finally came inside of her, overwhelming her with pain.

"OHHH!" She moaned, unprepared for the force and intensity of the dragon's orgasm. He roared and bellowed behind her, pushing into her as far as he could go, legs straining as he held himself there. The heiress felt herself filling up and shuddered in disgust and horror, but she was powerless to do anything other than take it. The Duchess climaxed not too long after, brought to her peak watching the dragon finish inside the heiress. Her suffering made her so beautiful in the twisted eyes of the Duchess.

Your pain is my pleasure, your humiliation my triumph. You thought you could defy me, but now you are at my mercy, and there is nothing you can do to escape! I can break you... I own you utterly! You are whatever I decide! And watching you writhe is euphoric! Dance, puppet, dance!