Content warning: this chapter has a fairly brutal sexual assault as its sole sex scene. Trigger warning. Assuming I continue this story, sexual assault probably won’t feature much – if any – more, and will also have a content warning ahead of time.
Tags up front: abduction, dragon, magic, non-human, rape
Author’s Note: So here’s the rewrite of On Violet Wings Ch 1, though it’s only about half of the original (I’m breaking it up into two chapters, to be in keeping with the rest of my current work being about 15 pages long). This is mostly the same, just some details have been changed in the main character’s motivations for his actions. But again, overall, same story, same pace, same plot points, etc.
In a cave, high up the slope of a tall mountain in a long chain of mountains, there laid an egg. The egg was oblong, and large as well, nearly a meter from top to bottom, and around half that in diameter at its widest point. It was also unnaturally hard, so hard in fact, that even the devices of Humans would struggle to compromise it. Heat radiated from it, so much that the air shimmered. The egg seemed plated with scales, each about the size of a Man’s palm, and deep amethyst-purple in hue.
Most importantly, however, it was old. Older than any Man, older even than the two-century-old nation it had been laid in. The egg was old enough that, had its occupant been aware of events occurring outside the protective shell it grew in, it would remember the days when white Men first landed on the shores of the continent.
This age was critical because, one winter, towards the end of night, shortly after a blizzard had passed, the egg rattled, shaking in its nest of stone as a faint tapping emanated from it. A few moments passed, and then came another tap and more rattling, this time with much greater force. After several more attempts, the creature inside finally managed to create a crack in the shell, in the seam between two of the scales. Then one of those scales was separated completely from the rest of the egg, and a small snout, reptilian in form, poked out and sounded a squeal. When there was no response, the creature pulled back into the egg and worked to break off another scale. And another. And another and another and another, until almost a quarter of the scales were broken off from the egg, leaving enough space for the creature to crawl out.
What emerged was around a meter and a half from snout to tail-tip. It had scales of amethyst-purple along it’s back and sides and limbs, like the shell it had just emerged from, with a cream color along its underbelly. Its snout was narrow, and filled with many sharp teeth. It had a long neck, four legs, a tail which made up a full third of its length, with small spikes running down its back from the tip of its snout to the end of its tail. And, emerging from just behind its shoulders, was a pair of wings, each nearly as long as its body.
Stretching, the creature looked around the cave it had been born into, which was quite spacious, with almost a hundred feet of both vertical and horizontal clearance. Oddly, at least to the young creature’s mind, there was a disturbing absence of jewels and precious metals and crystals, quite apart from the lack of an adult of its kind. Taking the measure of the cave, then testing the air with its forked tongue, the creature snorted and shook its body. No, no, this simple hole in the earth would not do at all for a creature so magnificent. Impressions of ruined castles, glorious glaciers, balmy swamps, coastal vistas, and roiling calderas passed through the creature’s mind. It needed a suitable lair, and this cavern was not it.
It tasted the air again, then let out an irritated noise, part gurgle, part whine, and part growl. There wasn’t even the scent of anything edible within dozens of miles! Trundling towards the cold outside, the creature took another taste of the air. Eastward seemed more pleasant, if only for the lack of the swirling, blowing, violent snow that lay to the west.
Spreading its wings as memories of flight, of gliding through the air and churning it with great pinions, passed through its young mind, the creature read the air currents, then took off with a bunching of muscles and a leap.
A Dragon had been born onto the Earth, and he was now winging from the Rocky Mountains, several dozen miles south of the American/Canadian border, heading east.
*****
Several hours past as the young drake flew through the cold winter sky, and ahead of him, the horizon slowly brightened with the rising of the sun. And as that distant, blinding orb of fire soared up, higher and higher than even a dragon could go, the drake slid a sun-protective inner eyelid over his eyes, under the thicker eyelid that kept the wind and snow and other aerial debris from damaging his eye. Both were transparent, and as the second slipped into place, the only indication that anything had changed was the slight darkening of the drake’s violet eyes.
And the young dragon flew on, soon coming to forested land. And though his senses would be able to sense prey even from his staggering height, still he dived until he was only a few hundred feet above the treetops.
A mistake, he soon learned, as a loud noise shattered the early morning. A small, hard shard of metal slammed into the dragon’s body, tearing through the lower limb of his right wing. Bellowing in pain, the drake instinctively curled up, and he plummeted from the sky, crashing through the forest canopy and hurtling into the earth.
After several moments lying in the snow, with a pained groan, he twisted and arched his long neck, bringing his head around to investigate the injury. Golden blood seeped from the inch-wide wound, and while the injury hurt, the drake was relieved that nothing important within his body seemed damaged.
Focusing, the drake extended a sixth sense into the wound, quickly finding the piece of metal with his ability. He snarled at the object, a gross thing of base metal, nothing like the gold and silver and jewels he coveted. With a growl of pain, he flexed the limb, squeezing the object out with powerful muscles. A quick sniff, and another growl at the acrid scent.
It was only then that memories of Man came to the drake, and he learned an important lesson: avoid Men at all costs.
Standing, the dragon looked at his wound and realized that he couldn’t continue flying – at least, not for a few hours. His body had already started to heal the wound, but using the wing would reopen the injury, delaying him from his journey even more than walking for half the day would.
Turning eastward once again, the dragon started out, slipping through the trees with a stealthiness that belied his large size.
*****
It was after noon when the dragon started to consider taking to the air again. He had made good time and had even managed to bring down a stag as he had traveled, sating his newborn hunger… for a day or two at most.
Flexing the injured limb, the drake focused on how moving it felt, wondering if perhaps he should wait a while more. So deep was his thinking, that he didn’t notice the human ahead of him until he nearly ran her over.
She was tiny, though she stood taller than he did since she was on two legs and he on four. Her tear-stained eyes were wide in fright and awe as she started at the drake, and her long ginger hair was pulled into a pair of braids under her hat.
The drake considered eating the girl for a moment – she would certainly fill any holes the stag had left in his stomach – but an intense dislike of the idea burned within him. A dislike he found odd, as vague memories of his ancestors consuming Humans danced through his mind. Even more peculiar, he felt a desire… to possess her? Yes, to claim and keep her, like the gems and precious metals he craved.
But there was a problem with that, if not two or three. First, he had nowhere to keep her, no lair of his own, no place to guard his Hoard. Second, he was too small to carry her away with him to his future lair. And third, there was something… missing. He couldn’t put a talon on it, but the dragon knew, if he somehow took her now, his claim of her would be… incomplete. Simply keeping her as part of his Hoard would be a waste, he knew. What he didn’t know was how to make it be not a waste.
The girl sniffled, and the drake decided against eating her – a decision made the moment he’d even had the idea – and against trying to claim her for his Hoard. He would ruminate on the issue, try to figure out how to truly claim the girl.
But that left a few questions. The drake knew from his ancestral memories that Humans lived in groups, and children were raised by their parents until they were adults themselves. So where was this young Human’s parents? The dragon scented the air, and picked up a distant scent that the girl’s matched.
Walking towards the smell, the drake called for the Human to follow, but stopped short when she simply stared at him, fresh tears brimming in her eyes. Huffing in annoyance, the drake returned to her side, and gently grabbed the hem of her odd covering with his mouth, pulling her towards the scents. The girl seemed to understand, and followed as the drake led her off to the north-east.
They walked for a long time, though neither had a good concept of time. After a while, the girl hesitantly placed one covered hand upon the drake’s back. After glancing back at her and seeing nothing amiss, the young dragon tolerated the touch of his future prize.
After much more time, a large pile of wood and stone and other, strange materials appeared through the forest. The scents seemed to be emanating from it, and the drake wondered just what kind of lair Humans lived in. The girl squealed with joy and broke into a run, quickly reaching the building where she was met by a pair of equally-joyful adult Humans, a male and a female, who emerged from the structure at the sound of her cries.
Satisfied that his treasure-to-be was safely back with her sire and dam, the dragon walked away, taking to the sky after marking the place in his mind. He would visit later, though he wondered at just how much later it would be before he figured out the missing piece. Hopefully it was before she aged to death, as he knew the mortal humans did, though he didn’t know how fast they aged, nor how fast they matured into adulthood – another thing to investigate his ancestral memories for.
Angling east once again, the drake flew with his back to the sun, searching for an appropriate place to lair. He didn’t know what he was looking for – ruins or cave or swamp or caldera – but he was confident that he would know it when he saw it.
*****
Amtheryn beat his wings powerfully as he carried the four sheep, which bleated in terror, back to his lair of just over nine years. As he forced the irritating sound of the fuzzy prey from his mind, memories of the girl from the forest surfaced. It had been three years since he had last checked on her, in the hopes that seeing her again would break through the wall his memories had encountered as he tried to figure out how to properly claim the girl for his Hoard. He’d begun to wonder if age – either his own or the girl’s – had something to do with it, that he wouldn’t be able to summon forth the memories until the appropriate time.
He just hoped it was soon. Nine years was a long time to wait.
The dragon himself had changed over the nine years since his hatching, aside from his tenfold increase in size. Horns had sprouted atop his head after a year, now curving back from his face. After another year, feathers had begun to sprout across his body, flowing from the limbs of his wings, framing the sides of his head, sheathing his shoulders and hips, and sprouting from the tip of his tail. And he had learned the name that his dam had wished for him, once he had learned to delve deeply into the memories that were not his, and stumbled across her experiences leading up to the laying of his egg.
Huffing and shaking his head, the house-sized dragon descended from the sky towards the hollow in the forest in which he made his lair. With sheer walls all around, a small lake with a small island and tree on it, and even a cave which was accessible both from the shore and from an underwater entrance, the location was perfect. Even better, the nearest Human was dozens of their miles away, and in his nine years living there, none had encroached upon his lair.
Setting three of the sheep down on an open, grassy area of his lair, the dragon tossed one into the air and snapped it up in a heartbeat, sating his hunger for a short while. What he really wanted was a fat cow, but the Humans he had been taking those from had become more and more protective of their herds. Amtheryn knew he could easily take his meal by force, but he recalled all his accumulated memories of Humans – ‘stay away,’ and ‘do not provoke,’ were the top two messages he had from those ancestral experiences. Even if they were from centuries past, though that only made them more worrying, since the small beings clearly had created new devices and machines, more dangerous and complex than any his ancestors knew of.
Glancing at the remaining sheep, the dragon huffed and dove under the lake’s water, lazily circling the island for a few minutes before entering the cave from the waterway, and surfacing into his den. A small pile of precious items – mostly gold and lost human jewels – took up one corner of the cave, leaving the rest bare. Even at ten times his original size, Amtheryn had plenty of room in the cave.
The dragon settled into a curled position, preparing to sleep for a day or two. But thoughts of the Human girl haunted his mind, and sleep refused to come. After an hour, Amtheryn growled, then stood and strode out of his cave. With swift bites, he swallowed the remaining sheep, then threw himself into the air, deciding to fly over the cluster of Human-lairs where the girl and her sire and dam sometimes lived.
The first time Amtheryn had tried to check on the girl – three years after he had first encountered her, during the season of cooling – the scent of her and her family was weeks old at their lair in the forest. He had managed to follow their scent – and that of their strange metal carriage – along Human-made trails of foul-smelling rock, hours away to a cluster of dozens of lairs. Ever-wary of alerting Humans to his presence, the drake had simply circled overhead for a while, picking through the thousands of scents until he found hers. Not wishing to endanger himself, he had left, planning to return again later.
The second visit, another three years later, found her at their forest lair during the warm season, and he’d still not been able to figure out a solution. Amtheryn was starting to become impatient, and he wondered if he would ever figure out how to claim her.
When he reached the cluster of Human-lairs, several hours after departing from his own lair, Amtheryn snarled at the acrid air, then focused past it, searching for the girl’s scent. When he found it, he huffed, then angled west towards the forest. Her scent was several days old here.
Hours later, in late afternoon, he flew over the forest lair, and while her scent was fresh, the drake could smell that she wasn’t in the lair. Amtheryn was briefly annoyed at her absence, as he much preferred to look at the girl. He hoped she hadn’t gotten herself lost again – if she was, and he still hadn’t figured out the solution, he doubted he could just lead her back home like last time. After all, he was far larger than when he had first met her, and destroying trees for such a silly reason as a lost human was not something he was interested in.
He was somewhat surprised when her scent led to a lake, and he found her simply floating in the water, a pile of things with her scent on them lying on the shore. Curiosity flickered in his mind, but then Amtheryn laid eyes on her, caught her true scent, and his mind ground to a halt for a moment. He knew. He finally knew how to claim her.
It had been related to age. For sure hers, but possibly his own as well.
The desire to possess her, to claim her surged forth again. As did another desire, and one as strong as he desire to grow his Hoard. He desired her.
Tucking his wings, Amtheryn plummeted towards the earth as the girl swam to the shore and walked out towards her possessions. When the shadow of the dragon blocked out the sun, she looked up at the sudden dimness, gaped in shock, then screamed as he suddenly opened his wings to slow his descent, the winds he caused toppling the girl to her back.
Amtheryn loomed over the girl, taking in her appearance now that she was ready. Her curly ginger hair fell to her lower back, and was pulled back behind her head. Wide emeraldine eyes stared at Amtheryn in shock, her pale features accented by freckles that paraded across not only much of her face, but her upper chest as well. She was lithe, around five feet and six inches tall, and her slender body covered in two pieces of dark green material across her chest and waist. Somehow, Amtheryn found the Human… appealing, despite her not being a dragon.
After a moment of regarding her, the dragon leaned his head down to her level, taking a deep breath of her scent. It was at that point that the girl turned, stumbled to her feet, and ran back towards the lake, diving under the water once she got deep enough. Amtheryn huffed in annoyance, then beat his wings several times, becoming airborne, before folding them against himself and diving, slicing into the water. His keen senses quickly found the girl, who was still swimming down along the lakebed. It was a simple matter for the dragon to swim to her and catch her up in one talon.
As they broke through the water, Amtheryn’s wings churning in the air to gain altitude, the girl started screaming. The drake paused over her pile of things, grabbing them up in another talon, before ascending above the trees and flying back towards his lair, his new prize safely in talon. The girl hit his foot and leg with all her pitiable might, and Amtheryn simply ignored her defiance. Eventually, not even an hour into their flight, the girl stopped her feeble resistance.
Amtheryn was deep in thought on the way back, trying to work out his desires and how they could possibly be put into action. As he puzzled through the issue, time slipped by, and he was surprised when he realized he had reached his lair. A glance at the sky showed that dusk had arrived.
Landing on his hind legs first, the drake carefully deposited the girl and her possessions on the ground. He stared at her for a long moment as she simply lied on the ground, shivering. Frowning, he realized that her skin had been tinged blue during their trip. Then he cursed himself wordlessly. He hadn’t taken into account the fragility of humans; flying through the sky was alike to walking through deep snow in winter – freezing cold. Amtheryn didn’t comprehend the intricacies of human coverings, but he realized that they must warm them somewhat, depending on what it was they were wearing.
Growling in irritation at his own thoughtlessness, the dragon curled around his frozen treasure, surrounding her completely with his massive body, and covering her with a wing. While partially reptilian in nature, dragons were not cold-blooded, and Amtheryn was confident that he could restore his prize’s warmth with his own heat. And in the meantime, he would delve into his ancestral memories to try and discover a solution to his problem.
Closing his eyes, the dragon quickly slipped into a state between sleep and consciousness, between dreaming and awareness. And he sailed through memories, remembering thousands upon thousands of years that he never experienced, trying to riddle out how to mate with a fragile, tiny human.
*****
Almost an entire day had passed, and Amtheryn had found his solution, found the girl still recovering, and fell into a light slumber. It was early evening of the day after he had taken his treasure when his senses detected her stirring, bringing the dragon awake. As she awakened fully, he waited, curious how she would behave.
He watched as she opened her eyes, frowning in the pitch darkness in confusion. She stood, still clear of his body by several feet in all directions, and slowly inched forward, towards his belly, which rumbled lightly with each of his deep breaths. When her outstretched hands met his scaled body, she recoiled in fright, a whimper wrenched from her throat. She started speaking, whispering to herself, words of disbelief and reassurance, if Amtheryn wasn’t mistaken. He had never had a use for language in his nine years of existence, but was glad that the memories of his new solution came with knowledge of dozens, if not hundreds of Human languages. Granted, the way the girl spoke was slightly different compared to what the dragon recalled of her language, though for the most part it was the same.
After several moments, the girl tentatively spoke again, to Amtheryn himself, fearfully asking questions, requesting small favors. He considered how feeble Human eyes were that she could not see in the darkness like he could, then removed his wing from above, allowing the evening light into the bowl his body made. The girl jumped, shading her eyes against the sudden light, then looked around in fright, realizing that the dragon’s body surrounded her. When she saw his head, she focused on it, meeting his gaze with her wide eyes.
Amtheryn lifted his head, approaching her slowly. She backed up as he neared, scrambling backwards until she ran into his coiled body, and went ridgid. Amtheryn stopped only a foot away from her, once again examining his prize. He tasted the air, his long forked tongue gently brushing against the girl, who shivered in her fear, and Amtheryn was pleased by her taste.
Backing his head away, he regarded the girl for several long moments, until she spoke again. He then realized that if he wished to communicate with her, he would need to enact the solution he had discovered – as he was, he could not speak human languages, and the language of dragons would almost certainly be gibberish to her, and half of it wouldn’t even be perceptible to her narrow senses.
Slowly, the dragon uncoiled himself, and waded into the water of his lake. He remembered that the first time using the solution was painful, and burned, and he hoped that the waters would dull the pain. And, should he find his fire in the agony, prevent him from burning his lair – and, more importantly, his new treasure.
Once he was fully submerged on the lakebed, Amtheryn searched deeply within himself, until he found his untapped energy, power, magic. He reached for it, and manipulated the magic as he remembered his ancestors manipulated it. And as the magic took hold, the pain did as well.
Agony bloomed all across the dragon’s body as the magic set to work, reshaping bone and muscles and flesh and sinew and scale and fluid and all else. Slowly he shrank, and his wings and tail were absorbed into his body. His neck shortened, and his limbs reformed. His face flattened, and his scales were replaced with skin while hair grew from the top of his head. After only a few seconds that felt like centuries, the pain left, the magic having run its course, and Amtheryn swam for the surface, towards where he had left his prize.
When he broke through the surface, he saw that the girl had collected her possessions, and she now had a bundle that hung from her shoulders, and wore more… clothes… that was the word, clothes. She wore more clothes over her… her swimsuit. She now examined the walls of Amtheryin’s lair, no doubt searching for a way out.
At the sound of Amtheryn emerging from the water, she turned, gaping in shock at his changed form. Instead of a massive dragon, Amtheryn was now a tall man, around six foot three inches. He had long, straight purple hair which reached his waist, and bright purple eyes, which were still slitted like his dragon eyes. His face was handsome, narrow and angular, with high cheekbones and a tapered jaw, and his ears were pointed and roughly six inches long from lobe to tip. His body was well-muscled, thinly toned rather than bulging, and his skin was light, almost cream-colored like the scales of his draconian underbelly. He was also hairless aside from his long hair, arched eyebrows, and eyelashes. And he was completely naked, a fact that made the girl blush when her gaze found his long, thick male organ, which was certainly not Human. Unlike his draconic form, where his member was hidden inside a sheathe until needed, the penis he was now endowed with hung freely between his thighs. It was about a foot long, and unlike the rounded member of a Man, his had a large bulge at the base, and tapered to a point at the tip. The bulge was almost six inches thick, while the tip was maybe an inch, and the main of the shaft after the bulge was around three inches. He had no scrotum, his testicles located inside his Human-like body. And he was hard, his sizable shaft standing straight out from his body as he examined his treasure.
The girl stared at his handsome, alien body for a while, resolutely ignoring his exposed member after her first glimpse. Eventually, her eyes settled on his face.
Licking her lips, she managed to speak. “D-Do you understand me?”
Amtheryn hesitated briefly before responding, adjusting to his new body. He eventually nodded. “Yes,” he said, his voice strangely accented, the word spoken slowly as he formed each sound carefully.
Gulping, the girl asked, “Are… are you the dragon?”
Again, he nodded. “I am Amtheryn,” he replied, still with his slow accent.
The girl took a tiny step backwards. “Why did you take me?” she asked, her voice quiet.
Amtheryn blinked at her. “I want thee.”
“Why?”
The dragon canted his head. “It is my nature to covet beautiful, precious things to add to my Hoard. For years I hath wished to claim thee, to add thee to my Hoard, but I was uncertain how to do so. Today, I realized the answer.”
She frowned in confusion. “For years? You… you’ve been watching me? For how long?”
“Just over nine years; we met a winter’s night, the day I was newborn. Even then I desired to claim thee.”
“A winter’s night? You mean…” Her eyes widened at the revelation. “”You were the one who led me home when I got lost that winter? And you were a newborn?” she exclaimed, her voice raised in surprise.
“Yes. It was early that morn that I hatched from my egg. At the time, wanting for both a lair and Hoard, I knew not how to claim thee, to add thee to my collection. But today…” he paused, nostrils flaring as he took in her scent. “I know now how to claim thee.”
A shade of panic colored her face. “H-How?”
Something that was almost a tiny smile entered his face. “To claim thee for my Hoard, I shall claim thee for myself.”
The girl’s eyes shot down to the dragon’s hard, intimidating organ, then back to his face. She backed up a full step this time, holding her arms to her chest. “Y-you don’t mean…” She couldn’t bring herself to finish the question, but the way his eyes slid up and down her form, she didn’t need his answer. She backed up again, but ran into the wall.
Amtheryn, who had stopped at the edge of the water, strode confidently towards the girl, stopping just short of her, his erect cock nearly brushing against her belly. He looked down at her, and she up at him, nearly a head different in height. The girl trembled, both in fear of what he was, and in terror of her imminent rape. For the dragon had made his intent brutally clear.
Amtheryn extended a hand towards her face, and the Human let out a moan of fear when she noted for the first time that his fingers ended in sharp-looking claws rather than nails. But the dragon’s touch was gentle, as he brushed the backs of his fingers against her cheek.
“Havest thou a name, little Human?”
Paralyzed by fright, the girl didn’t respond immediately. But eventually, she gathered her wits. “S-Skylar,” she whispered, cowed by his proximity.
“Skylar,” he repeated, tasting the name, and the girl now noticed that his tongue was still that of a serpent, long and forked as he carefully formed the sounds of her name.
Amtheryn gently stroked her cheek with his fingers, then caressed down her neck, the outer swell of her breast, her side, and hip, then traced in across her waist and up, over her belly, between the valley of her breasts, up her throat, and coming to a stop as he gently took hold of her chin. He gazed deep into her eyes, as though inspecting her very soul. “Thou art afraid of me,” he stated.
Skylar swallowed. “Yes,” she gasped, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.
“Why?”
“B-because… because I don’t… I dont want…” the tears now ran freely down her cheeks. “I don’t want to be raped.”
Amtheryn blinked. “Rape… that is mating against thy will, correct?” Skylar could only nod, not trusting her voice. “Then submit and accept what will happen and it will not be rape.”
Her jaw clenched at that. “That’s not how it works!” She gritted, her anger momentarily overpowering her fear. “Coercing me into… into docility isn’t the same as me actually consenting!”
The dragon tilted his head, blinked again, and slowly frowned in confusion, the first evidence of emotion upon his face. “Thou canst not simply accept our mating?”
As her anger gained ground without any apparent threat from Amtheryn, Skylar became bold, and she slapped the hand cupping her chin away. “Of course not! How would you feel if someone you didn’t know, someone who didn’t even care about you, suddenly tore you away from your life and decided they were going to fuck you whether you wanted it or not?” she all but screamed at him.
The dragon’s frown deepened. “Thou sayest that I care not about thee, yet I waited almost mine entire life thus far for thou to realize how to properly claim thee. How is that not care?”
“Because it’s not out of consideration for me that you waited, it was for yourself! I’m not a jewel or piece of art to be kept and displayed, I’m a person! You can’t just kidnap me, rape me, and expect me to sit prettily on display with your damned hoard of whatever!”
Amtheryn frowned, trying to get his mind around the concepts she was explaining, parsing through aeons of information to try and understand this strange new perspective. Unfortunately, it was difficult for his mind to access those ancestral memories when he wasn’t in that state between sleep and awake – something approximating what Humans would call meditation.
“Mating is mating,” he replied slowly, “Pleasure, procreation, creation, sharing.” He tilted his head at Skylar in question, and she slowly nodded. “All those are good things.” Again, Skylar nodded. “But thou sayest they can also be bad.”
Skylar sighed. “Even good things are bad when they are forced on someone who doesn’t want them.”
“Thou dost not wish to mate?”
She blushed, a rather fetching reaction, Amtheryn thought. “I… someday, with someone I care about, I will probably… er… ‘mate’ with them.” Her expression hardened. “But not willingly with someone who kidnapped me and intends to rape me!”
Amtheryn growled in exasperation, causing the girl to shrink away in fright. The dragon stared at her, arousal thrumming in his body. Arousal that he knew would not leave unless he spent his seed in another. This he knew instinctively; it was what once kept his kind from dying out, aeons past when individuals mated with dangerous infrequency. If compatible pairs met and became aroused, that arousal would not cease until they mated.
Eventually, they had eventually learned to prevent the ceaseless arousal, but Amtheryn did not know the method, and learning it would require him to delve into his ancestors’ memories more deeply – an impossibility with his current arousal.
The answer was obvious, but at the same time, he did not wish to force his treasure. He considered for a long moment. Perhaps time would bring her around to reason?
“Refusal is not an option,” he eventually stated. “However, I shall give thee time to accept it. I need not rest for three days more – thou hast until evening three days hence to prepare thyself for our mating.”
Skylar’s expression hardened, a bitter sadness cloaking her. “So you’re still going to rape me.”
Amtheryn ground his teeth together, frustrated with her unwillingness to simply accept reality, yet also upset by the pain it seemed to cause her. “I shall go hunt, and return shortly,” he declared, then turned and walked several places away before reaching inside himself again and finding his magic, transforming into his true form. With a beat of his wings, he took to the sky, searching for prey for his prize, for Skylar.
*****
An hour later, Amtheryn returned to his lair, a large stag bellowing in terror in his talons, plucked from a clearing in the forest with ease. As he landed, the dragon saw no sign of Skylar, and when he stretched his senses out, scanning the whole of his demnese, a growl formed in his throat. She was gone.
Finding her scent was a simple matter, and he was able to see how she had climbed up a section of his lair’s wall to escape. Taking off once again, he followed the trail of her scent for only a handful of minutes before spotting her through the trees, holding one of her possessions up in the air above her head as she ran.
“Come on!” her voice, desperate and angry, came to him despite the distance. “I just need one bar! Just one!” Cocking his head in curiosity, Amtheryn decided to follow her, and see what he could find out.
Another several minutes passed by with Skylar begging the object to help her, for a ‘bar’ to show. And finally, it apparently did, as she shouted in triumph and quickly manipulated the device, tapping it several times before holding it to one side of her head.
And then: “Skylar?”
Amtheryn’s eyes widened in shock. The worried voice was a woman’s, and resembled his prize’s, but sounded older, and strange, coming from the device.
“Mom!” Skylar shouted in relief. “Mom, I need you to call the police, the FBI, hell, the damn army, I… I’ve been kidnapped and I don’t know where I am but it’s in the middle of a forest and he… oh fuck!”
Skylar suddenly broke off as Amtheryn realized what was going on – or understood enough to have a rough idea – and roared in rage, folding his wings and diving sharply towards his defiant prize. He shattered through the canopy of the forest and landed atop Skylar, the force of the wind of his arrival throwing her to the ground even as she screamed in terror. Her dam started shouting from the device which had been knocked from Skylar’s hand, and Amtheryn thunderously slammed a massive talon on it, crushing it with a ground-shuddering boom.
Then his gaze slid to Skylar, who paled somehow, despite her already bright complexion. A growling hiss came from Amtheryn’s snarling jaws, and he roughly – though carefully, so as not to harm his treasure – picked her up in one talon and took wing again, returning to his lair. Upon arrival he dropped the Human unceremoniously to the ground before landing a few feet away and swiftly changing form. The buck he had caught earlier, sensing the rage of the dragon, fled away to the opposite end of the lair.
As Skylar got to her feet, she saw Amtheryn stalking towards her, rage etched into his features. Fleeing in blind terror, she dove into the lake, swimming for the small island near its center. Amtheryn followed her, his powerful muscles letting him quickly catch up to her, and he caught her by the waist as they emerged from the water, his hands gripping painfully into her hips.
Skylar screamed, trying to turn and hit him, but Amtheryn was unnaturally strong. “I was willing to give thee time,” he snarled, easily wrestling her to the ground and ripping her shorts away, followed by her bikini bottoms. “I was going to let thee try to accept it, and this is how thou thankest me?”
Bucking and struggling ineffectually, Skylar sobbed, “It was still going to be rape! Please, don’t do this! Amtheryn! Amthery-ahhhhh!”
With a savage thrust, the Human-form Dragon buried his massive shaft between Skylar’s legs, piercing her sex and tearing her hymen with rage-fueled cruelty. His length was such that he slammed deep inside her spasming womanhood, battering the closed entrance of her womb painfully.
“Stop!” she screamed, futilely reaching back to try and push him away, to cover her bleeding and battered sex. “Please! Stop! You’re hurting m-glk!” Amtheryn cut her off as he closed a hand around her throat, squeezing hard enough to make her struggle to breathe. He pulled her back, his cock ceaselessly slamming into her pussy as he held her against his chest, his other hand mauling her breast through her clothes. “P-please,” she wheezed, her hands scrabbling at his, eyes watering from pain and the struggle of breathing. “St-stop.”
The dragon growled, his tongue flickering out to taste her, fluttering against her ear. “Thou.” His hand moved from her breast to her hip, and pulled her into his cruel thrust, drawing a sob from Skylar. “Art.” He pitched forward, pressing the Human into the ground with his weight and driving her into the grass with another thrust. “Mine!” Inhumanly pointed canines sank into Skylar’s neck, a stream of venom flowing into the puncture sites. She screamed in agony, and heat flooded her entire body. Suddenly her nipples puckered, becoming diamond hard and oversensitive; her clitoris came to attention, desperate for stimulation, and finding the caress of the grass pitifully lacking; her battered, bruised, virgin-bloodied sex suddenly flooded, the scent of her sudden, inexplicable, unwanted arousal clear even to her senses in an instant.
Another scent overlaid her own, and Skylar’s arousal skyrocketed, becoming demanding even as the pain of her rape faded. Amtheryn thrust again, still biting her neck, and Skylar pushed back, bucking into him. She suddenly recognized what the new smell was, and an orgasm blossomed deep within her as Amtheryn’s name burned into her mind. She screamed again, but this time in overwhelming ecstasy.
Almost instantly after, Amtheryn took his jaw from her neck, bellowed his pleasure, and slammed his hips against Skylar’s as he came, a flood of thick semen shooting deep into Skylar’s pussy, rocketing her orgasm to new heights. After only a few seconds, she blacked out, her mind overwhelmed by the pleasure. Even as she went limp, Amtheryn began to thrust again, and spent his seed inside her only a few brief moments after the first time.
With a satisfied growl, Amtheryn collapsed atop his prize, his cock still hard, filling Skylar completely. His bulge was lodged in her opening, sealing his cum inside her, even as a few weak streams of semen continued to spurt out from his tapered tip. Skylar shuddered as the aphrodisiac of his venom and semen soaked into her body even more deeply than before, and she came again, her unconscious body shivering.
After several minutes basking in the pleasure of his first mating, Amtheyn carefully extracted his still-hard cock from Skylar’s pussy, and moved his weight off to one side. Her changed shape, quickly becoming a massive dragon once again, and circled his treasure – and the base of the tree – with his body, and covered her with a wing. It wouldn’t do to have her run off again. Or for the buck which had hidden across the hollow to get curious and step on her. Though, he admitted to himself sleepily, his consciousness already drifting off, the consequences sure were enjoyable.