Sacrifice to the Dragon ~Closed

[Perplexia]

Deya let out a soft moan when spoke to her mind, telling her it was his pleasure to choose her outfit for breakfast. She hadn't seen what options there were. The only clothes she had, were the ones on her back. She definitely didn't want to come off rude. Besides she liked to see him smile. Itovir'Sargt was very enthusiastic about choosing the outfit for her for her. As hard as it was for her to stay standing while he made is several teasing trips with different items for her ensemble. She couldn't help but giggle at his joy.

Other than stories she had read, Deya had nothing to imagine what a princess might look like. With the dress, gloves, the stalking's, the shoes, he heart diamond necklace, and the tiara, she was certainly feeling the part. Especially with the care that he took in placing it upon her in order to ensure she didn't fall. Most women didn't have large breasts like Deya did, so she was used to them popping out a little more than was proper. But here she didn't have to worry about scowls from old women, or mothers cursing and covering their boys eyes. As long as her dragon was okay with it, she was content.

Deya took a seat and waited for him to put clothes on for breakfast. Something told her, he'd be more than happy to go naked. But as he had dressed her, he dressed for breakfast as well. With his help they descended the massive staircase. It was slow going but eventually they made it to the table where he helped her take a seat. She looked up at him smiling from her eyes and lips as her hand stroked his arm lovingly. "You are a gift my dragon" she said softly. When he disappeared to the kitchen and returned with two glasses of juice she paid it no mind. t wasn't until the servants brought out one more and placed it by his plate.

When the servants left he got in front of her and advised her of the two glasses. She looked down for a moment before looking up at him. "Itovir'Sargt" she said softly looking into his eyes. "If i am not your mate, then I would have to live 980 years in torment watching you romance other women. I can't do that."

 

[Lucian_Devine]

It would likely surprise nobody that the prismatic dragon had a shirt and a vest of every color of the rainbow, and similarly, made sure that Deya had a dress of every color as well. So when Itovir'Sargt pulled out the yellow dress, he had two options for which shirt to wear. He could wear the yellow one to match her dress, but that might seem like he was trying to outshine her yellow with his, which was something he had never been a fan of. He liked to go with the complimentary colors, because rather than seeming to compete against each other, his pure blue shirt and her yellow dress would create a high contrast and appear brighter as a result, and he was happy to help her shine brighter in any way he could. His vest was silver, the same silver he'd worn the day prior, but the outfit was completed with a pair of silver trousers as well.

Even Itovir'Sargt's optimism had limits, and when he heard Deya say his name, in that moment, as she looked into his eyes, he knew what was coming. He didn't know what reason she would give, but he knew what her answer would be. His heart sank when he heard the word, his mouth twitched several times, and his eyes flicked this way and that as they slowed changed from their muted yellow color to green, and finally blue. As much as he wanted to tear his gaze away from her green one, he couldn't bring himself to do it, even as he started to speak.

"You are right." Itovir'Sargt started simply, lowering himself to his knees beside her, not trying to undermine Deya's words or her feelings in any way. "I've been doing this for a long time, and every time I've heard that answer, I've respected it. You however, have asked me to be who I truly am, and who I truly am, is optimism, pure unadulterated optimism." His eyes continued to change, but not going back towards yellow. they continued in the other direction, going first towards purple, and now edging towards red." I have looked forward to every festival, no matter how many women have come and gone, how many I have hoped were my mate but weren't. I would say that this time is no different, but I'd be lying, and I still have no reason to lie to you. You know that you are different. Between your visions, the voice, and now the dreams, different is putting it lightly, and yet I've never questions or doubted, and neither have you...until now."

Itovir'Sargt's red eyes started to burn with intensity as his hands started to move, slowly moving to lay flat on the floor, move under the skirt of her dress, and slowly slide up her leg. His hands and arms took the fabric of the dress with them as his hands glided over her knee, his fingers circling it once before he took it up all the way up her leg and exposed her upper thigh, hip, the thumb-shaped bruise he'd left, knowing that there were four more on the back side of her hip. "His fingers gently traced the marred flesh as his eyes flitted down to it before rising up to meet hers once more.

"I understand your fear, Deya...I do, and I understand that you would rather wait for a true dragon birth before taking this gift, because then you know for a fact that you would never be replaced, never have to suffer the indignities that come with it, but when you ask me to be my truest self, you forget how hard that is with such a fragile creature. Your spirit is strong, so strong, and yes, I know it is strong, despite your fears, but your flesh..." Itovir'Sargt left his left hand on her thigh as he lifted his right hand and brushed it down the neckline of her dress to show the red scratches over her heart. "I wish I could tell you that it will get easier, but your dream showed you how big your hands and feet were, and that is part of my plan. I will use my magic to reduce my size as much as I can and increase her size as much as I can, while adding a second spell to make them effectively permanent until I dispel them. This will allow for us to naturally breed until my see takes, but the process will be..." His head shook slowly side to side. "...difficult to endure, even with my gift. Without it though..." He shook his head once more. " I am just asking you to have faith, if not in yourself and how special you are, then in me and the fact that I see how special you are, how different this is, and that I don't want to see you suffer needlessly.

Despite his words, Itovir'Sargt kept his hands off of Deya. He'd broken his own rules and tried to convince her to chance his mind, but ultimately, he was still leave the choice up to her, without any influence from him, save for his eyes, glowing like red how embers as they looked at her.

 

[Perplexia]

His eyes began to change as her eyes stayed with his gaze. Even now her heart was breaking.

Deya listened intently to what he said. She believed she was his mate, but she was sure others did as well. But he was also right in the visions, and the voices. As far as she knew, no one else had had them. The way she felt when he touched her was unexplainable. She watched his eyes change colors at the pain her decision had caused him. That made her heart ache with such a virocity she gripped the arms of the chair and struggled to breath. "Drink and become Mother of Dragons" the voice ordered her n a scary firmness. "Don't be stupid, you are the chosen one".

She felt a pressure on her chest like she was being stepped on. "Can't breath" she gasped. The pressure let up slightly so she could gasp for breath. Gasping and coughing until she could breath again.
'Repeat for my son : jaciv ui wer ir, jaciv wll qe wer dask di dragons (she is the one, she will be the mother of dragons'. Lifting her hand up to Itovir'Sargt's face she stroked it lightly. Your mother is the voice she said softly with a tear falling from her eye. She sad to tell you jaciv ui wer ir, jaciv wll qe wer dask di dragons..What does that mean?"

Her breathing slowly returned to normal while she waited for Itovir'Sargt's response. Her green eyes searched his red ones still stroking his face with concern. She was going to have to just believe. There was a reason she was here. There was a reason she could describe places she'd never seen. There was a reason she was hearing voices. He was right, she was different. But when he told her that what he felt with her was different before her chest attack. It almost broke her heart. She knew now that it was his mother trying to get her to pay attention.

She was no paying attention.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

It was a herculean task for Itovir'Sargt to to remain still after he spoke, even as he watched Deya grip the chair and struggle for breath. He wanted so desperately to reach out to her and help in any way he could, but he didn't want to interfere with the choice that she had to make. To say that it was the most important decision of her life would be an understatement, and for him to interfere any more than he already had wouldn't be fair to her. Yes, his red eyes burned burned bright with his determination, but that was beyond his control, as was the way he flinched when she said that the voice she heard was his mother and spoke in a tongue that she shouldn't know, speaking in perfect Draconic.

Itovir'Sargt flinched away from Deya's hand and fell backwards off of his knees onto his ass in utter shock, the red in his eyes disappearing in a flash, being replaced by literally nothing. His eyes were pure white save for the thin black lines that separated the different parts of his eyes from each other. He remained like that for a full minutes that felt like a year to him, utterly lost in his own mind as he processed what she'd said, remembered what his mother had told him before, and compared the two to each other.

When the color finally started to come back to Itovir'Sargt's eyes, it did so slowly. The lightest bit of blue slowly crept into the white before becoming more and more clear, bright, and distinct. He still didn't say anything though, not as he shifted back to his knees, gathered his legs beneath him, rose to his feet, grabbed the glass with the drop of his blood in it, and finally lowered himself to his knees before her once more.

Itovir'Sargt flicked his tongue across his lips, opened his mouth, and hesitated. He swallowed hard, opened his mouth, and hesitated again. He finally lifted his gaze to find Deya's green one before finally finding the strength to speak. "The words mean, "She is the one, she will be the mother of dragons.". He said as he moved his left hand to gently take her right hand. If you had said that the voice was anyone else, it might not have mattered as much. If you had said pretty much anything else, it might not have mattered as much, but..." He nodded, bowed his head, shook it, and let a small smile creep to his lips as a single tear slipped from his eye into the glass. "One of the last things my mother told me before the blight took her, was to find my mother of dragons and to never let her go. I don't know how she's speaking to you, but I truly believe that she is, Deya, and I am asking you...no...I am begging you..." His right hand moved the glass into her left hand as his left hand held her hand in place to take it. "Please have faith, drink the juice, and become the mother of dragons you are destined to be. Please help me save my people."

 

[Perplexia]

Tears fell when he jerked away from her. Nothing hurt so bad as the rejection from her touch. His eyes went white, and she covered her mouth. What had she done?

Just as quickly he was back and handing her the juice. His words were desperate. This time she didn't hesitate and moved the glass they both were holding to her mouth. Her eyes stayed with his and slowly drank the juice. She would have faith for him, she would have faith for wanting nothing more than to help him save his species. A warm rush went over her. It wasn't unpleasant, she closed her eyes for a moment, then looked up at him. All of her pain was gone, her bruises, her chest, her scratches, his blood had cured her of their last night escapades pain and throbbing.

Setting the glass down she reached out for him again. "For you i would climb a thousand mountains, and die a thousand deaths" she said softly "The thought of having to live without you, with failing you was too much. But i don't know the language i spoke, and i don't know the words. So for you my dragon i will have all the faith and give you every beat of my heart to make your need come to fruition." she wiped the tear from his face with her finger and brought it to her mouth and sucked it slowly in. Closing her eyes for a moment she savored the salty tear. When she opened them again she smiled.

"Now can we eat? " she asked breaking eye contact to look at the feast then back to his. Once he sat down she scooted her chair next to his a little closer and entwined her leg with his as she began to fill her plate.

She loved the joy that was surging through him. She could practically feel it. "Have decided my dragon what clothes I'll be wearing while I paint you?"

 

[Lucian_Devine]

As badly as Itovir'Sargt wanted Deya to drink the juice, he was still half prepared for her to either set the glass down again, or to be honest, throw it in his face. He truthfully didn't expected her to drink it, let alone to do so without hesitation, but to see her do so made his heart jump, his breath catch, and his eye to immediately to skip from blue to that shining yellow color that was reserved only for her. Yes, the sudden change stung and brought tears to his eyes, but he didn't even blink, not wanting to miss a moment of what was to come, as it only took a handful of seconds for his blood to kick in. His eyes saw the bruises on her exposed skin fade, the marred flesh on her chest return to it's normal shade, and even the slightly red and puffy skin near eyes from her tears disappear. He smiled at that, and at the way that she reached for him, and he didn't pull, shy, or flinch away from her this time, letting her hug him as he hugged her back.

"You will never have to climb, my sweet, unless you want to. We will fly together, and I felt the same. A human's life is so very short, and I would have missed you so very much, and would never have forgiven myself for not trusting in your visions, dreams, and voices. With a quest as grand as this, sometimes we must take things on faith." He pressed a kiss to her neck before pulling back far enough, letting her brush a tear from his eye and brought it's saltiness to her lips as he pressed his palms to her cheeks and let a wide smile come to his lips. A chuckle followed as her brazenness revealed itself once more, demanding breakfast once more. "If I didn't know any better, I would wager that you were already eating for two, even though it's only been one night. That said, I SUPPOSE that I can allow it." He overexaggerated the word, but because he could, offering her a wink and a smile so that she would know that he wasn't truly angry or upset as he rose to his feet once more.

The sight of Deya sliding her chair closer made Itovir'Sargt smile wider, and the feeling of her entwining one of her legs with his made his breath hitch once more. So much of him wanted to just throw her down on the table, and have his way with her, but he remembered what he'd promised that they could do today, and even if he hadn't, her question would have reminded him. It caused another chuckle to rumble from his belly. "Oh I have decided, my dear Deya..." Itovir'Sargt started as he picked at some of the food that had been brought out. "...though admittedly, I amended what I had originally decided yesterday. Yesterday, you were going to be painting me while you were wearing nothing but that necklace. Seeing how you look now though..." His bottom lip caught between his lower lip as the bright and shining yellow of his eyes turned orange and then red as his desire for her rose higher and higher as his head cocked to the side so that he could look her up and down, complete with her right leg that was still exposed up to the hip. "...it would truly be a shame to have you waiting without...that tiara..." His gaze, a bright and fiery red, met her green one once more, almost daring her to ask if he was serious. "And what about you, my sweet? Have you decided what you'd like me to wear, or what form you'd like me to take? You still haven't seen my true form..." He let his words trail off, knowing that she inevitably would, but implying that he would leave it up to her as to when it would happen. Her dream had been of a half-dragon son. So he'd save the breeding process for later, unless she asked for it.

 

[Perplexia]

It didn't surprise her at all that he wanted her without clothes with the exception of her tiara and necklace of course, for the picnic and panting she was to do of him.
"oh you're allowing me to choose. Well in that case my darling. I will simply need to see your closet, or perhaps I'll put you in something from mine. Maybe even this dress." She let out a roar of laughter Thank goodness she wasn't eating anything when she thought of it. Or there would have been half eaten food spewed over the table. She had a feeling that if she did try to put him in a dress he'd allow it. But she would pay for it for a long time.

After she ate she was quite full. Any discomfort she had seemed to dissipate as soon as it occurred. Seeing him this happy put a joy in her heart. She pushed the plate away and looked at him. "So my dragon, what are we to do till our picnic and painting? What training must i begin n order to take your full form and give us our pure dragon? There is a possibility if the vision is accurate and we are putting faith in that, that we will have a half dragon first. So we shall train till we are certain i am with child, you are the one with the knowledge on what is or isn't possible. If your son resides in my belly, then it will be nine full moons before he is born. With your blood I shan't need time to recover, and we can begin trying for our purebloods."

As there are no rules of etiquette that she must follow, Deya took it upon her self to get up from her chair hike up her dress and straddle him. She then gave him a deep passionate kiss letting him know that she was his entirely for the rest of their lives.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

When Itovir'Sargt saw Deya walking closer, a look of both determination and desire in her eyes, he pushed his chair back, having at least a slight idea of what she might have in mind, at least based on the questions she'd asked. He happily kissed her back, his hands moving first to her lower back as he kissed her with a fiery passion, holding nothing back as he forced his tongue into her mouth, muscling hers this way and that, claiming her mouth as his own as he rolled his tongue over and around hers, even tilting her head this way and that as he slid his hands up her sides and even her neck, letting his thumbs rub up the side of her neck before he forced her head away from his so that he could pounce on her neck, nip at it, and suck hard at the pulse point.

"So many questions, my sweet, Deya." He started, whispering heatedly against the flesh of her neck as he lowered his left hand to her hip and rocked her against the hard cock that she'd perched herself against. "Do you truly want to know? Do you think you're ready to know what awaits you as the queen of dragons?" His hand dipped beneath the dress she'd hiked up, reached between her thighs, and felt for wetness, feeling if she was ready for anything at all, let alone what she might be asking for."

 

[Perplexia]

Deya let out a deep moan as he napped at her neck. Her hips moved over his hard cock buried beneath the cloth of his pants. "Yes" she responded to his question about wanting to know. "I don't want to waste a moment of our lives together" She purred By the time his fingers reached her wetness she was drippings and full of desire for hm. His blood had healed her wounds and brought her body back to its full potential. Her hunger and desire for him was eager to feel his thrusts inside of her tight tunnel.

Her hips moved a little faster over his hardness rubbing her nub against his firm cock. This time there wouldn't be any cloth burn. "mmm my Dragon, I need and want you " she moaned as her pending orgasm continued to build inside of her depths. There was nothing like being in his arms. Nothing like his tenderness.

She didn't know what training would be required to accomplish their goal of procuring the goal of dragons. But above anything she believed in, She believed in Itovir'Sargt, she knew somehow, even after not even 24 hours together that he wouldn't harm her if it could be avoided.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Itovir'Sargt's bottom lip found it's way between his teeth as he enjoyed another part of all of this that many might have overlooked, that moment when a young and previously shy woman comes into her own sexuality and becomes confident enough to start begging for sex and his cock.

"Mmm...all...in...good...time...my sweet." Itovir'Sargt said, timing each of his words with Deya's rocking motion, flicking her clit with his thumb when she rocked back, and moving it out of the way as she rocked forward so that she could hump forward and rub it against his clothed cock. His right hand slipped under her dress as well, but with a different purpose in mind, sliding up her back to the middle of her back, taking her dress with him as he did so, to properly support her as she recklessly humped herself against him. In the midst of one of those motions, he pulled back just far enough to give her a nip at the base of the center of her throat before licking his way up from that point to kiss her deeply, even if it was for but a moment before breaking for a breath that he suspected she needed. He then held that intimate distance with his head as her motions continued, sharing the same breath as he spoke. "You get...the full tour...soon my, My Sweet...but only after...you take...your release...from my cock...the release...you so...truly deserve...my dear..." He finally broke eye contact then, stopped sharing breath with her, and made her think he was done. He had one more word for her though, and saved it for when they were cheek to cheek, and his lips so close to her ear. "...mate..."

 

[Perplexia]

He knew how to taunt and tease her perfectly, after all he had over two thousand years of practice. She could barley contain the orgasm building as he taunted her clit in return. His words were driving her insane , the way he seductively timed them with her hips rubbing on his clothed cock. She needed him, and wanted him buried deep inside of her.

But when he waited and taunted her to where questions started to come to her mind. He said the word Mate, and she cried out it utter bliss as she came hard over his pants, in a succession of orgasms. Moans and spasms consumed her body as rubbing on his hard cock from them seemed to cause another. She'd never been wetter for him as she was at this moment.

"please my dragon" she begged, needing and wanting to feel him once again buried deep inside of her. She didn't know what being bred by him would entail other then more of what they had last night and this morning. But something inside of her needed to feel that connection with him. Whatever it took to make him happy she would do.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Cheek to cheek and mouth to ear, with his hand on her back and his thumb on her clit, Itovir'Sargt rode out Deya's orgasms with her, only moving and flicking his thumb on her clit when she moved her hips, but never removing the hand from her back, always wanting her to be held and supported.

Only when Deya all but collapsed against him with those final pleading words of hers did Itovir'Sargt finally lift his hand free from between her thighs and slide it from under her dress. His other arm slid more fully around her and up her body, still not caring about the fact that it took her dress with it. He shifted his feet and leaned his upper body forward, supporting her with his arm as he eased hers away from his. He had his reasons of course, and no sooner did his cheek lose contact with hers, than his red gaze turned to find her green one once more. As he held those lovely green eyes of hers, he brought his thumb, coated in her juices, to and between his lips. He sucked it clean right in front of her before sliding his left arm around her lower back, bracing his feet, and rising to his feet, taking her with him. He paid no attention to the staff that were working to clear the table, or the fact that Deya's ass was on full display because of how high her dress had risen on account of high up his right arm was on her back. Her dress rose all the higher as he eased her down to her feet before finally lowering as he eased first his right arm from beneath it and then his left. He then gently lifted her right hand with his left, cradled it with his right, and entwined her fingers with the fingers of his left hand. He lifted her hand a bit more as he bent his head down, pressing a tender kiss to the top of her hand as he gently stroked her thumb with his before lowering their joined hands to their sides, turning them around towards the door, and starting them off on their way.

The first destination on the tour was easy enough. Itovir'Sargt took Deya up the stairs as though he was taking her towards her own chambers. "All these rooms are yours to do with as you wish. If you want a private library, sitting room, or anything else, it will be done. Similarly, should you ever decide to have guests over or be attended by one or more ladies-in-waiting, these rooms will be for them as well."

The second destination was as easy as the first, and could be accomplished by simply turning around, but Itovir'Sargt walked them a bit farther anyway. He walked them past the large doors that led to the library, past the second set of stairs down to the first floor, and started talking as he approached the first door of the hallway. "These rooms are for the staff, be they the maids, the cooks, and so on. They are on rotating shifts, such that there is always somebody on hand to help you with anything you need, if I am away from the castle for some reason."

The reason for why Itovir'Sargt had started talking as they'd approached the first door, as opposed to what he'd done with Deya's wing of the castle would become apparent quickly enough when the pair reached the end of the hallway. Unlike her private wing, which ended with her chambers, the staff corridor ended with a large staircase leading upwards, and it was up this staircase that he led her. It ended as it began, with a hallway lined with doors.

"These rooms..." Itovir'Sargt started as he led Deya down the long hallway and past the first of many doors. "...are reserves for the sacrifices themselves. That first room, closest to the stairs, is for the oldest among them, both out of respect for her age, and her position among them. Each subsequent door is for the next oldest. It seemed the easiest way to organize things." He then drew them to a halt, lifting his right hand to gesture down the hall in front of them and the alternating doors within it. "Twenty-five rooms on each side, fifty in total. One sacrifice every twenty years. That's enough rooms to house a girl each for a thousand years if they all accepted the gift of my blood, plus one more downstairs." He scoffed a little, shaking his head before turning towards her, leaning close, and pressing a tender kiss to her cheek. "I figured that the occasional girl might not want to mate, for obvious reasons, but it never occurred to me that so many might not want the gift of my blood, and for so many different reasons." He scoffed again, bowing his head briefly before lifting his shining yellow eyes to meet hers. "What can I say though? I was young." He offered up a joking smile before continuing to lead them on their way.

The third floor ended just as it began, with a staircase leading upwards, and it was up this staircase that the pair walked. The fourth floor though, didn't begin as the lower floors did. It began with a door, a large, heavy, and wooden door. This door didn't have a key though, or even a handle, and one wouldn't even know that it was a door if they didn't see it open, which Deya was about to. Itovir'Sargt approached it, just as he had approached the library doors, and lifted his hand. A single touch of his raised right hand upon the wood was enough to make it silently swing away from them and into the large room, stopping just short of slamming into the stone wall.

Itovir'Sargt led Deya into the large room, even though it was shrouded in darkness. After a moment had passed, a torch lit of it's own volition on either side of the door, exposing a small portion of the large chamber. Then another pair of torches lit at the furthest reaches of the first pair's range, followed by another, and another, until the entirety of the massive chamber was lit. The chamber was filled with a variety of breeding mounts of all shapes and sizes, some built into recesses, some on raised platforms, some set at angles, all with fur lining for the comfort of the sacrifice being bred, including on the inside of the leather straps that were sometimes necessary to help hold her in place. It wasn't that he was trying to use undo force against them, so much as it was the size and strength difference, especially if he got worked up. He did his best to hold back, but it wasn't always easy.

As odd as one might find all the breeding mounts though, what was likely the oddest thing in the room itself, was the four foot tall, three foot by three foot rainbow-scaled egg standing proud in the center of all of them.

Itovir'Sargt took a long and slow breath then as he let Deya look around the room. He expected that she'd have more questions, likely what these things were for, and he'd be more than happy to tell her, and to show her, but he didn't want to rush her if she wasn't ready. She wasn't the first sacrifice to see this room, which was an achievement in and of itself. He just hoped that she made it farther still, as there was still a long way to go.

 

[Perplexia]

There was something oddly sensual about the way he sucked her juices off her finger. It made her mouth open slightly and her knees almost buckle from melting. If there was one thing she was learning about her dragon, it would be the man had skills.

Deya took the tour he gave her listening, nodding, and understanding each and every room he showed her. The rooms that he showed her and told her she could do with as she wanted. Held little interest for her. But then it did make sense that he would be gone from time to time and she would need something to occupy her time with.

With their connection, the visions, the voices and his unrelenting belief she couldn't help but want to believe she would be his last sacrifice. Rooms would slowly clear over their life time together and they could be perhaps made into childrens rooms.

Something told her that there would be a child every year with their appetite for each other. But that made her wonder, if he was the last, and they would be the only of their kind, how would they carry on the succession? Would they too require sacrifices to continue the species? Could dragons of other species mate?

Her thoughts were disrupted when he brought her to the room of many contraptions of different sizes. In the center of the contraptions stood a large rainbow egg. "What are all these for?" she asked pointing to the contraptions. "And what's the egg for?"

Deya wasn't afraid or put off by anything he had shown her. She merely accepted it as this is part of her new life. When she bared his first children, she would need to know everything. Being his meant that. She wasn't going to turn back now. Deya trusted him entirely, and knew that he was starting to see she was a different type of woman then the previous that had come to his castle.

She gave his hand a soft squeeze "I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make this happen for us." she said reassuringly.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Deya's questions were natural and understandable, as was Itovir'Sargt's hesitation, his eyes reflecting that in the form of a muted yellow. Just because a sacrifice made it to this room, didn't mean they were willing to use it, and more than one had literally fled it screaming when he'd told them what it and these contraptions were for. The egg in particular tended to be a rather intimidating sight once they knew that it, while just a metal replica, was a life-size replica of the eggs he hoped that his true mate would be able to incubate and birth. In the end, it was her giving his hand a soft squeeze and telling him that she was willing to do what it took that finally gave him the courage to continue.

Itovir'Sargt turned to face Deya, lifting his right hand to gently stroke her hair, that muted yellow gaze slowly darkening to orange and red as he held those beautiful green eyes of hers and smiled. "I know, Deya..." He started just as softly before leaning in to press a tender kiss to her lips. "...and I will never stop showing my appreciation for that, even if you demand it of me." He of course meant the first bit, but he couldn't help but chuckle at his own little joke at the end.

"As for these contraptions though..." Itovir'Sargt said, raising his voice as he turned away from Deya and gestured with his free hand, "...these are for training...for breeding." As he spoke, he guided her to one on the left side of the room. It had a lower platform on either side, padded and fur-lined of course, both on the bottom and the back, for her knees, with room in between for him to stand, and a long, flat, and padded and fur-lined platform for her to lay face down on.

"One of the things I learned through the years..." Itovir'Sargt started as he slowly slid around Deya's body and finally forced himself to let go of her hand. "...is that they are so...very...tight." His right hand slid her hair to the side so that he could bury his face against the back of her neck before they both started to slide down her body over the fabric of her dress. As he spoke though, he eased her forward, towards the contraption, until she was trapped between it and his body, and giving her a couple of small thrusts with his last couple of words. "This...tightness...persisted, even when I used my magic to increase their size for the true breeding process with my normal form." His hands bunched up the fabric of her dress as he spoke now, slowly scooping it up, up, and up...until his fingertips brushed against the sides of her thighs.

"I did discover a way...train away that tightness though..." Itovir'Sargt let his tongue swipe against the side of Deya's neck as he lifted her dress higher still. "Would you like to see it, Deya?"

 

[Perplexia]

Deya listened intently to what he said. It made sense oddly. Even if she increased in size she would still need help being able to fit him. These contraptions weren't methods of evil they were meant to help keep her safe and accomplish the goal of her to be stretched enough to take him fully.

She followed his lead obeying his movements and moaned softly as he kissed the side of her neck and slowly scooped up her dress. His hands brushing her thighs was all that was needed for her to want him inside her. She was curious as what it would take and how the process would work. She assumed that once she started the training it would have to continue. Her body now healed abnormally so this would be a pretty painless process. But how long would she stay loose.

"I know that once we start, we'll have to continue to maintain the progress. Is it hard to maintain with my healing? Also will we have to stop if it turns out i'm already pregnant?"

Either way she went ahead and placed her knees where they went on the contraption to answer his question. Nothing was going to stop her from doing everything she could to ensure they were successful in accomplishing their goal of starting a family together.

"Show me my dragon king."

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Deya's moans at even the slightest of touches and ministrations made Itovir'Sargt's want her all the more, and it took every ounce of his considerable strength not just pounce on her and take her right then and there.

"A very valid question, and one many a civilization ask, not so much in relation to training, but sex during pregnancy in general. The body truly is a miraculous thing. It does so much that even I can't even begin to understand how it does it. What I do understand though..." He continued as his hand slid under her dress and pressed against her belly. "...is that once our child is inside you, your body does a pretty good job of protecting it. We may pass on some of the...riskier...training processes, but no, we won't have to stop training or stop making love while you are pregnant."

Deya had another good question about staying loose with her new healing abilities, but Itovir'Sargt chose to hold off on that for a minute, choosing instead to focus on holding her hand, or more specifically lifting it and helping hold her stead as she lifted first one of her knees into the contraption, and then the other. He helped keep her upper body supported as he lifted her eased her dress up past her hips before slowly guiding her face down onto the platform, and adjusting her dress so that it wasn't bunched uncomfortably beneath her. He then slid one warm hand slowly up her back, under her dress, as he moved the other to grab the strap that would fit across her lower back. He'd found that it helped to have some contact from him there, or else the sacrifice in question tended to get a bit startled or panicky, and he was, after all, more than happy to rub Deya's back all the same.

Once the strap across Deya's lower back was in place, complete with the fur-lining the inside, Itovir'Sargt set about doing the same thing with the other straps attached to the device, two straps were enough for each leg, one for the thigh, and one for the calf, as well as one across her upper back. One final strap was secured completely beneath the table for her arms to keep them from hanging free off either side of the platform.

With Deya fully secured to the platform, Itovir'Sargt walked back around behind her, letting his hand trace around her body so that she would know exactly where he was. This was another thing that he'd found that the sacrifices preferred. They couldn't see him after all, and being able to feel him was more intimate than him having to tell them or telepathically communicate to them where he was.

"This is me." Itovir'Sargt started, speaking telepathically in Deya's head as he slid his hands down from under her dress, over the leather strap, and over her hips. "You are too tight for us to change your size." Leaving his hands on her hips, he used his magic to polymorph himself into a dragonborn. He did it this way so that she'd feel the change in his hands from skin to scales, even if she couldn't see it. "This is still me." He said in her head all the same.

Itovir'Sargt's magic had already taken care of his clothes, and their earlier performance at the table had already taken care of any warm up that was necessary, for either of them really, as Deya's sex was already soaking wet and begging for more, and changing forms did nothing to change his libido. His draconic penis...

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...was exposed and ready for use. He slowly eased it forward until the tip, which was already as wide as that of his human form,, cleaved her moist pussy lips. He traced it up and down her moist lips, dipping a little deeper with each repetition. Only when it dipped past the first ridge did he let his mind touch hers again. "Time...for your...training my...sweet...queen..." Itovir'Sargt said, touching his mates mind, even if he had to hesitate between thrusts. Still, he fucked her exactly as he had the night before, easing his draconic cock in and out of her, slowly giving her more and more of himself. They already knew how much length she could take, but that wasn't what the training was about anymore. They were slowly stretching her so that it wouldn't hurt as much when he had to stretch her when she took his cock. "Let me know when it's too much." He said when, not if this time, wholly expecting this time that the point would come at some point.

 

[Perplexia]

Every touch from him was like a fire burning inside her wanting him with such a fire she could barely stand it. The straps seemed to only intensify her desire to be mounted by him. She felt the change in his hands on her skin. It was odd that she wasn't off put in the least by it. Perhaps because through it he spoke to her in her mind. She felt him enter her and she moaned loudly.

She let out another moan when he told her it was time for her training. With each thrust deeper she moaned louder. This member was thicker and at first she felt a tinge of pain with each thrust but it quickly dissipated thanks to his blood. "Oooh my Dragon king, take your humble Queen, your true mate , without holding back." she urged him on .

It was a sensual combination of taking his big thick dragonborn cock that seemed to fuel her moans and hunger for him. Perhaps it was also that she was tied down and had no movement other than to be prey to his desires. She knew if she asked him to stop he would. But she was somehow finding pleasure in being mounted and mated by such a feral primal creatures.

"stretch your queen, mate me as you please I am yours." she found herself moaning from a deep guttural passion. She hadn't known what being mated would entail, but she found the way it was done to spur her hunger for it even more. It was almost as if she was possessed by the ultimate desire to give him his wish. She was determined to do everything it took to ensure their dream was realized.

That was the truth, it wasn't just his dream she was determined for, it was theirs. She didn't know how it was possible to love someone so much as she did her dragon. It was unheard of for a woman to lay with a man within hours of meeting him. To pledge herself to him with a solemn vow. But she knew she was meant to be here. she knew she was meant to make him happy for the rest of his life.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

It was clear from his words that Itovir'Sargt expected Deya to yield at some point, and his eyes indeed watched expectingly as each inch slipped past her reluctant opening, and as each ridge forced it's way past. Even as he watched though, he heard her words, and where some would have been put off, finding them vulgar or distasteful, he found himself moaning with each phrase, his clawed hands flexing and digging into her soft and yielding flesh before relaxing once more. Yes, he drew blood each time, and yes she healed each time, but it was all part of the ritual of her training, albeit it an indirect part.

Itovir'Sargt was so caught up in everything else going on with Deya that he completely lost track of how deep his draconic cock was inside her until he felt the sensitive tip of brush against her cervix. The feel of it startled him, making him actually jump a little, making his clawed hands clench and squeeze against her hips, and his gaze literally jump down to their joining. Sure enough though, just the two inches of his thick and proud draconic cock was left between them and thus out of her.

"Amazing..." Itovir'Sargt found himself saying aloud in his deep and rumbling draconic voice.

"My queen..." Itovir'Sargt said, this time in Deya's mind as he changed plans on the fly. He leaned down, and with a simple thought, her yellow dress, and everything else she wore, save for her crown and amulet, disappeared. He didn't give her a moment to process it though, because the second her clothes disappeared, his long and forked draconic tongue slipped out and started to slide up her spine. One fork was on each side, with the middle split sliding right over every bone of it, just because he could. Meanwhile, he slowly eased an inch of his cock out of her, only to thrust it back in, hammering the head of his cock against her cervix.

"As...you...wish...my..." Itovir'Sargt dragged the long and wet lick up her spine for four thrusts, which meant four inches and four merciless and hammering thrusts against her cervix, and equally merciless thrusts as each ridge pushed and pulled against her pussy with equally merciless intent, forcing it this way and that, back and forth with each motion of each thrust. When he got to the top of her spine, he couldn't help but wonder what thoughts would be going through her mind though. She knew his cock was bigger than that, even if she couldn't see it. She didn't know what his tongue could do though, and that was what she was about to learn.

"My...beautiful..." The power and ferocity of his thrusts intensified, as did the force with which he gripped her thighs. That much she might have expected though, especially since he was now fucking her deep and hard with almost all of his cock now, so close to being able to truly let go, in his draconic form no less. What she likely didn't expect though, was the tongue switching from feeling wet to suddenly ice cold as it reversed it's journey down her spine. It went faster this time, as it sent literal chills down her spine, but no, he wasn't done with her yet.

"Dragon...queen!" The last word came almost as a roar in Deya's mind as Itovir'Sargt started to fuck her with near violent intent, hammering her helpless cunt and cervix with his draconic cock, uncaring for the tiny bits of blood that dripped down her thighs, more concerned with switching to lightning in his tongue, wanting to sent a jolt up her spine as he gripped her thighs hard enough to scar it not for his blood. He was overcome with desire at this point, a desire he'd never felt before. The surging built in his belly as the swelling started down below. It all built quickly as he continued to pound her like this was the last fuck he'd ever have. The surging feeling rushed down his body as his knot swelled at the base of his cock and started battering her already red and abused opening. He continued without a care in the world though, his body quaking, his jaw trembling, and his clawed fingers locking up.

One thrust brought Itovir'Sargt to the edge, the hypersensitive tip of his cock ramming against her cervix, and then the next one shoved him violently over it. His lifted his head and let out a mighty roar. His hips lunged forward, forcing the fist-sized knot near the base of his cock past her abused opening and lodging it inside her as his draconic cock erupted with his hard-earned and scalding hot seed, and with his cock once more pressed directly against her cervix, most of it went directly where they wanted it, directly into her waiting womb.

 

[Perplexia]

The pain from his claws some how fueled her desire for him causing her pussy to just get wetter for him to help his huge draconic cock to enter easier. Yes the pain from him stretching her very recent virginial pussy into a gaping one hurt. But it too was one that combined with the utter lust and feral passion she had at being taken by him. He spoke to her mind simply "My Queen" as she felt a new pain from the tip of his cock hitting her cervix. She reveled in the feeling of his hot tongue gliding up and down her spine.

This whole experience should be terrifying for her. But it wasn't it was invigorating. She found herself loving being helpless and mated as his thrusts grew harder and faster and seemingly let his primal instinct begin take over. His tongue went cold on her spine causing her to jump slightly which quickly followed by a moan as his claws dug into her hips. "oh god yes My King" she moaned. It was strange as she found herself embracing the rawness of his fucking, the pain from his claws digging into her, and the pushing in stretching and ripping her to fit his big cock.

When he roared into her mind she knew that he was letting loose his animal nature. There would be no words that would stop him. Of course she didn't know what to expect but she found something deep inside of her craving it. His thrusts were harder and more raw and feral then she could have ever imagined. His tongue went electric sending a jolt down her. Her body reacted clenching his thick cock as he pounded her cunt without reservations. She was his slut, his mate, his queen and completely his to fuck as he wished.

She moaned, she whimpered, she cried out as he pushed his giant cock over her cervix. She felt his cock lock into her as its base seemed to stretch her wider. His hot seed jolts of seed came flooding into her like a jet of hot scalding water being poured into her pussy. "Yours" she moaned in a half whimper and half lustful i want more moan that seemed to even surprised her. Whatever he wanted, whatever it took she was committed to being his beta. "I love you my King" she moaned as her pussy gripped his draconic cock as tight as she could.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

For one as old Itovir'Sargt, new things were truly hard to come by. It was true that he'd fucked sacrifices in this form, but because his desire was for a true dragon child, not a half-dragon, he either didn't finish, or finished elsewhere. This was the first time he'd ever allowed himself to be knotted to a sacrifice, to feel a pussy clenching so tightly around it, even after it's job was done. His body quaked with aftershocks that were so all-encompassing that they made it all the way to his hands, making them flex. He felt his claws dig in to her a little, and it was only then that he realized what he was doing.

Itovir'Sargt couldn't do anything about the knot binding them together, but he could at least do something about the claws that seemed to love to have a taste for her blood. "And I love you too..." He started as he moved his hands to the base of her spine, using but a fraction of his strength as he pressed down, with hand on either side of it. "...my queen..." He slid his scaled hands slowly upwards, forcing his fingers straight as his body continued to quake, and his softening cock continued to twitch within her, so that his claws didn't scratch her any more. He used her reactions as a guide, adding more or using less pressure as needed.

When his hands reached the base of Deya's neck, Itovir'Sargt reversed his course, dragged the heels of his hands down her back once more, pressing them hard into the meat of the muscles there, his upper body bending down a bit closer as he spoke once more. "...my Deya..." When his hands reached their joining, they flared outwards towards her hips before sliding upwards once more. His knot finally started deflate as his claws teased and danced with the deadliest of precision against her sides and along the outer curve of her breasts as he splayed his upper body against hers without forcing her to bear his weight. "...my heart..." He spoke the last two words in her head as he flicked his tongue against her neck. Then, and only then, did he let his claws and body abandon her, albeit for just a moment.

Itovir'Sargt's knot had deflated enough for him to dismount, and he did just that, pulling out of Deya and stepping back as a small splash of white fluid spilled from her. He paid it no mind though, and simply changed back to his human form. With a hand as practiced as the one that had strapped her in, he set about unstrapping her, starting where he'd started before, with the strap on her lower back. He rubbed her back as he undid it, moved down to undo the one on her thighs, followed by the one on her calves. He kept his hand on her body, sliding it slowly upwards, gliding with a lovers touch, until it reached the topmost strap. Then, with just the strap holding her arms in place left. He moved his other arm to support her arms before releasing it, lest her own arms fall suddenly and startle her. "Whenever you are ready..." He whispered softly, lifting his hands to gently stroke her hair, being in no rush at all, and feeling no need to rush her after what she'd just been through.