Disclaimer: Interaction between a Human female and a Dragon… (pretty sure this is probably expected in most of my works, but giving far warning.)
The Performance
The theatre was packed, yet this was expected, when the King stages an event to let the Kingdom listen to his daughter, the princess demonstrates her skills anyone and everyone would be in attendance. In truth most of the Nobility was in attendance, especially those who had a chance of courting the Princess, including even foreign royalty. Kai’lias was a fairly wealthy merchant, perhaps the closest thing the Desert cities of the Surannith desert had for royalty. A number of independent cities, in the midst of a vast lifeless desert. Yet, he was still far more than he seemed.
The event would begin rather simply, having a number of smaller performances from other High borns in the city, showing a fair amount of skill, or perhaps it was an effort to advertise their daughters as well, to the crowd who came to watch the Princess. All chose different instruments, and most were decent to listen to, yet you could watch the crowd grimace in pain as some of the younger were to strike a note too loud, or fumble with their chosen instrument.
Then the Princess took the stage, her long black hair flowing down midway to her back, her slender frame, clothed in a gentle red and white dress, the colours of her kingdom. Her legs and arms, the visible parts were clean and well toned, while they showed no tanning from the sun, she did not appear to be fragile. In her gentle hands was a violin, Kail had only seen a couple of these in his travels as a merchant, and none of them were cheap. Yet he doubted cost was a factor for a Princess. Yet any doubt was put to rest as she touched the bow to the strings, and started to play. Each note was rich and full, each stroke of the bow, causing him to smile. Yet he would grin even larger as he would recognize the tune. “The Prince and the Dragon”
He knew the story of the song all too well, as when she started off, with sharp and quick of the Noble Prince, declaring his intent to hunt the Dragon, and then a period of soft and slow notes as his endless monotonous journey toward the journey lair, a journey that would almost kill the prince due to lack of food. Her playing would pick up speed, pace and volume as he would approach the lair, and then even louder and faster as the Prince engaged the Dragon. The Princess did not miss a single note, with the telling of this musical tale.
The playing would continue but slow down, as while the Prince was able to fight and keep up with the Dragon, almost over powering it, each claw strike, each brush with its teeth, each breath slowly poisoned the prince, slowing him down. As the Prince collapsed on the ground the Dragon did not kill. It simply left, as the song would come to a rest.
Then it would pick up slowly, as a woman would tend to the Prince… treating his would, tending to the poison. As the Prince came to, not recognizing his benefactor, only realising that he was still in the Dragon’s lair. Yet as he had his continued care from her, she simply and silently treated his wounds.
Slowly the music would pick back up with the Prince strengthening, grasping his sword again. Then the Pinnacle of the story as the women then asked the Prince, if he wanted to finish the fight. To his surprise the woman was the Dragon, and to even more of his surprise it was the Dragon who had brought him food during his trek to hunt her. The young dragoness has fallen for the Prince, even as she was forced to defend herself. The Dragoness knew if she killed the Prince, even in self defence, she would be hunted perhaps for a good portion of her life. Yet as she returned to her Dragon form. Offering her neck to the Prince… the Prince would strike…. Suddenly… but deliberately missed..
Yet suddenly her music faltered…. Something distracted her. Two arrows, down the two guards at the side of the stage, bringing them down. Two men rushed the stage, as another two men came in from backstage.
“Congratulations Princess, you had the entire audience enraptured with your performance… including the guards meant to protect you.” a voice from a man in the audience, making his way towards the stage, a sword in his hand. “And how nice of you all to gather together. Oh and before you think about coming to a valiant rescue… he drew his sword quickly, striking at the princes, but only cutting the shoulder strap of her dress, making her fidget to try and keep herself covered.
Several more men, showed up from behind the stage, all dragging in the other presenters from earlier to the stage. Though some had already shown the sign of abuse. As one of them was dragged out infront of the princess.
“All the guardsmen… won’t lift a finger to help a single one of your daughters, while I have a sword at the neck of the Princess, while my men get to put on our own performance.”
Two men were tearing a way of that one woman’s clothes, as she was pushed forward, and grabbed from behind as she was forced to take one of the brigands’ cocks from her mouth while the other took her between the legs. A few men of the audience tried to act, only to have arrows cut them down from far above the back of the theatre.
“How much are your daughter’s worth to you?” he laughed, “I know the Princess will catch a mighty fine princess as a slave.” More men came in now dragging some of the audience.
Kail, recognize the armour and clothing, they were from the desert, like he was. Yet he knew about some of the trading that went on there, and if these men escaped with their prizes, none of them would be seen again. This would most likely severely damage his ability to trade in this city again… Gazing around he saw soldiers, yet all were in cover, not knowing where the arrows were coming from, and not able to act because of the sword at the Princess neck. He knew what had to be done… yet he doubted this would be pleasant. Yet no one was looking at him as he meekly stood, yet it was not without disruption as he began to shift, and grow, people from the seats around him being forced to flee, as he grew, several arrows landed in his back as he shook them off. Now standing on all fours on a row of crushed seating, as more arrows landed, as he took off, his two hind paws, would grab two of the guards men in cover, dragging them into the air with him, as fire would return the archers now focused on him, and dropping the guardsmen on top of the archers.
Chaos…. had erupted… as people started to flee, and scream. As he then dove straight down at the stage, straight at the swordsman, to his credit his sword would meet his scales, and cut a deep gash, but the swordsman was not his target as he dove out of the way, he could feel the wind being crushed out of the princess lungs, as he small body was grabbed by a back claw. With the Princess in his grasp he took to the sky now, snatching her away from the chaos that had been caused by denying the swordsman his prize, as he abducted the Princess himself.
It would be a good while into the desert, that he would finally settle down dropping the Princess unceremoniously in the grass by a lush oasis, before settling down on all fours.
“What do you want with me, beast?” as she got two her feet, not even realising that her dress was already falling down.
“I’m the beast?” he chuckles, “After what I just got to watch, I am sure your kind takes that title far more eagerly. As to what I want… I figured that if I claimed their prized hostage and took her away, and took out the archers, that the Kingdom’s soldiers would be able to fight back and be able to at least save some of the other women.”
She paused.. He spoke the truth… that man could have killed her in seconds… and what she had to watch, done to some of them already, she cringed knowing that was what they had planned to do to her. “So what now?” she asked…
He simply smiled from his Draconic muzzle, “Not knowing the range of that attack, and I hope I made it clear in my abduction of you that I was not working with them. Hopefully the soldiers can restore order, but until then it would be best that I keep you.” That smile then cracked a bit bigger, “In the meantime there is the matter of my compensation. Dragons rarely do anything if there is no value in it for them, and I am hardly an exception. I want payment for my services.”
“Surely my father can reward you splendidly for your services in saving me” she said with a bit of confidence.
He chuckles, “Oh that is not what is on my mind. You are going to pay me.”
“I am not carrying any money.”
“Oh, but you are valuable.”
She froze, “Do you plan on selling me like those outlaws wanted to do.”
“No.” he replied simply, “When I have taken what I want, I will deliver you myself back to your father.” He was approaching her now as he spoke, briefly feeling but it would not be until he was almost on top of her, forcing her to back up, realising to late that his large tail had wrapped around behind her causing her to stumble and fall backwards, at once a claw descended overtop of her chest, a talon over top of each shoulders, and one talon on each of her sides below her chest, pinning her down to the ground.
“What do you want?” she said, trembling, knowing that one taloned paw could have ended her, right then and there.
“I want you of course, I want to enjoy your body.” his snout was below her waist, she could feel his breath on her legs, feel the scales of that snout, and feel the dampness of his tongue as it flicked up between her legs, “I’m going to be your first Princess.” he said as his tongue drew back, satisfied at her scent.
Desperately trying to squirm, trying to escape and then it dawned on her as he spoke as to what he wanted. “No”
“You’re hardly in a position to negotiate. You owe me your very life after I saved you.” His claw shifted down pulling her down, yet keeping her tight against the ground so her dress rides up her legs, as he drags her. A single claw from his own front paw, pressed between her legs, pulling the dress up and above her hips. He stepped forward, stepping overtop of her, as his belly brushed against her stomach, his legs at her sides giving her no easy way to squirm out. Her legs now extend out from under him behind him as his hips line up overtop of hers, movement between his scales between his hind legs, as his shaft pushes out, exposing itself.
“No… please no…” she gasped out as she felt that shaft touch her between her legs, pressing against her. As that thick tip pressed up against her, pushing against her, as she tried to say “no” again… it only came out as a cry of pain as that tip and shaft penetrated her, tearring into her. Each bit of movement hurt and stretched her, as his shaft more than filled her.
He paused only for a moment, grinning down with his Draconic muzzle. “You got to Witness what happened to those other Nobles. Did you really think you would escape unscathed? You were their target and they were putting on their own show. Your entire audience we have watched you get raped by every single one of them.”
It was nearly impossible for her to focus on anything other than that large shaft, now thickly inside her, yet with him not moving the pain could subside a bit. His words, and the recent memories, if seeing those men do those things to the other Nobles, even closing her eyes she could not unsee that and there was a small relief that no one was around to see her in this position here. Yet the pain would return as he started moving again, driving that shaft down into her, grunting with pleasure with each thrust. Yet it was clear he was holding back, that he was moving slowly. He could crush her with a mere flick of his hips, yet he did not. Beyond her being stretched, and her virginity torn, the slow pumping of that large shaft, the texture of and presence of his shaft stroking along her insides. Something worse than the pain arose..first it was a soft warmth, then she started to feel growing wetness between her legs, and the Dragon could tell as well. He moved even slower at first, letting her dampness coat his massive shaft, letting it slide in and out easier, without reducing its effect on her. That large shaft now slide in and out faster, she could feel the heat, and then a wave of shame as she gasped with pleasure, only to have him suddenly stop. His shaft not moving, then moving slower, almost painfully slowly, letting her feel it, but not enough to maintain the level of pleasure, she found herself wanting more wanting him to do more… squirming underneath him, as she resisted calling for it, demanding he continue. It was then she realised it, as he started again… that he was playing her… that this massive beast knew enough to use her body as she had used her violin. Only to have him moving again, letting her build in her pleasure, she did not hide it anymore, she did not fight it anymore. As he brought her to the climax of his performance, crying out in pleasure as his own triumphant roar would be in harmony.Her body shaking in pleasure, as it filled up with her seed. By the time he withdrew that shaft, she was spent, exhausted, both tingling with pleasure, and with the memories of the pain that had led to the pleasure.
It was a human hand that helped her to her feet, there was no sign of the Dragon. Yet one look into his eyes, and the seemingly smug look on his face told her, that someone how, he was the Dragon. He had taken her by force, without her permission, yet after seeing the brutes use the others earlier and discard them, he had treated her differently.
“Tell me my lady?” he said with a small smile across his lips, “How does your tale end?”
“What?” she stuttered, being brought back to her senses.
“I know that piece of music you played earlier, and it has two endings.
She utterly blanked… She knew the tale she had played, and knew both endings of the piece, but could not remember what ending she had chosen, yet she also knew the meaning behind the question.
“Perhaps we should get you back to your father…”the man said with a small smile.
He had raped her, taken her, mistreated her, yet was willing to take her home like he had said he would. He had acted when the entire guard was paralyzed because she might of gotten hurt, while she had to watch them rape others in front of her.
“The Prince relents, as he had already fallen for the Dragoness” she decided right there and then.
A smile and a soft kiss on her lips, one to which she would return awkwardly, but willingly. She would be his instrument again.