Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Disclaimer: All personnel engaging in various acts of sex and other related acts are above the age of 20. Moreover, in the case of a supernatural or fictional character, I have made it evidently clear that they are also above the age of consent and maturity as per their specific species. The purpose of this story is to act as a vent for the reader's tensions, sexual or otherwise. I want to make it perfectly clear that, I DO NOT ADVOCATE FOR ANY SEXUAL ADVANCES TOWARDS ANYONE WITHOUT PRIOR AND CLEAR CONSENT. My goal is to merely entertain and not to promote any agenda. Please enjoy.
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The wolf skulked around the clearing. A herd of deer had made the place their home. The huge alpha stag had positioned itself right between the wolf and the rest of the herd.
The wolf didn't need much, a small doe would be enough to stave off its starvation, but it knew that the stag was not an opponent it could take down alone.
The winter is harsh in these mountains, but the patient always thrives. And all the wolf had was patience. It's yellow eyes never wandered from the herd, waiting, hoping for an opportunity.
Both the stag and the wolf were not expecting what happened then. They both only saw a massive shadow fall over the clearing, and then in an instant, the stag was gone. Red claws descended from the skies and snatched the proud stag away as if it weighed nothing more than a rabbit.
The dragon had swooped down, grabbed its prey, snapped its neck and flew away within the span of a single breath. It took two more breaths for the rest of the deer to realize what had happened. Once it did, they immediately bolted into the woods.
Without their alpha, they will be picked off by the wolf, one by one. The wolf will not starve this winter.
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Parsfet was happy with her quarry. This stag will be enough for both of her and her lover. She had left him alone in the old ruins to hunt, something she does often. She wasn't concerned much. Nothing could happen in these remote mountains. Afterall, she had canvassed the entire region for threats before deciding to make it their home.
She was not as fast with the deer in her claws, the extra weight made her slow. She also needed to make frequent stops to rest her wings. Times like these is when she hoped Syraak would just evolve already. A true Dragon Lord would have been able fly twice as fast with double the weight.
As she slowly made her way to their home, she spotted something out of order. Footprints on the snow, leading out from an old cave. She descended to get a closer look. She dropped the carcass down nearby and poked her head into the cave.
It was empty, with a firepit smoldering in its own ashes. She rolled out her long tongue and sniffed the air. The nerves in her nose and tongue were highly sensitive to smells and odors. She took a deep breath and immediately gagged. The air was thick with the pheromones.
The stink of sex was overpowering the smoke lingering in the cave. A male and a female, she surmised. They had made love in this cave, not long ago. She could even notice the wet spots on the stone floor where the woman had squirted her juices. But curiously though, it seemed like the male had not dropped a single drop of his seed.
Parsfet was surprised to find that her pussy had started to get wet. The thought of this nameless couple making love had awoken the need in her too. She had been getting more and more horny in the last few months.
Once Syraak had fucked her, it seemed like there was an itch in her that could never be scratched. It helped when she rode his face to an orgasm, but that sensation was fleeting. She longed to be thoroughly satisfied. That's the other reason she could wait for Syraak to evolve.
Her head perked up suddenly, as if she heard something. It seemed like Syraak's roar. She barely heard it. The sound was not strong enough to be properly carried this far by such strong winds. Maybe she was just missing him, she figured as she exited the cave and made her way to the stashed carcass.
Another roar. This was magnitudes stronger than the previous one. The very mountains seemed to quake from the force of this sound. Her knees trembled as the shockwave of the roar washed over her. A pit of dread shot up in her guy as she knew Syraak could have never made this.
She immediately took to the sky and rushed towards the ruins in haste. The carcass of the stag forgotten on the snow, she knew it would only weigh her down. She was probably already too late.
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Parsfet raced to the ruins on swift wings, barely noticing the same set of footprints on the snow. This time they were leading straight to the heart of her home. As she turned around the corner of the last cliff face, the sight made her gut wretch. Syraak was lying in a broken heap, spasming and winching in pain. He had serious injuries all over his body and one of his little wings was bent in an unnatural way.
The stranger was standing between them, he was a massive dragon, bigger than both of them put together. His dark black scales did not shimmer like Syraak's, they were worn and dull. Even though both of them were similar in color, the difference was stark. While Syraak's scales shone like a brand new rapier, the stranger's scales felt like a well worn battle-axe. His back was turned towards her, if he noticed her, he didn't show it. He was busy choking the resistance out of Syraak with his foot on the poor boy's neck.
Parsfet felt her ire rising along with her maternal instincts. He dares to invade her home and harm her would-be mate. She dove down like a bullet straight towards the intruder, claws out and fangs bared. Parsfet collided into the stranger's back with all the momentum she could muster. She had hoped the attempt would knock him off balance and leave him open for her to assault. But the Dragon was swift, at the last moment before he went down, his hand reached out and grabbed her shoulder and pulled her down with him. They both tumbled and rolled together, biting and clawing at each other.
Parsfet tried to do some damage to his abdomen with the razor sharp claws of her feet. Maybe if she can make him bleed heavily, she can win the battle of attrition. But her claws were not effective against his scales, the muscles of his abs felt like rocks when she tried. The male was stronger, bigger and more experienced. He easily pinned her down under him.
He immobilized her under his massive frame as he crushed her into the snow. A huge arm as thick as a tree trunk shot out and grabbed her face and smashed her head into the rocky ground. She fully expected his other hand to descend on her vulnerable torso to break her ribs in one powerful blow, completely breaking the fight in her. But she was lucky, as she spied him for the first time, from between his fingers, she noticed two things.
One, he looked vaguely familiar. Two, he had only one arm. She still had a chance. He still had her legs trapped between his strong thighs as he knelt over her and slowly tried to choke her into submission. She had to wriggle one of her legs free in order to slip away. As she tried to buck her hips, she felt him grow. His massive cock was resting on her stomach like a python after a hunt. If she wasn't enraged having seen Syraak's broken body, she might have submitted right then. But this brute had to pay for what he had done to her poor boy.
When he pulled her up for another smash, she managed to use the leverage to free one of her legs. He was stronger, but Parsfet was more lithe and flexible, she used her leg to hook his neck under her knees and pull him off balance. If he had another hand, he could have easily stood it on the ground to maintain balance. Instead he went down with an infuriated grunt.
