Thunra was jolted to alertness as cold water splashed over her, chasing away the hounds and rinsing away some of the cum that soaked her, "Get her on her feet, get her rinsed off then harnessed for the spitting belly rider! Make sure she has blinders and a ring gag!" the Huntsman called, springing the camp into action as he tossed the bucket to one of his attendants.  Thunra wearily climbed to her feet, aching everywhere as she looked around.  

More buckets of cold water splashed over her, rinsing away much of the rest of the grime, and she was thankful for it, following one of the attendants as she motioned her to follow, padding over to where a leather harness was being laid out.  The attendant kneeled down before the harness and directed Thunra where to step into it, where to place her paws, how to tuck her wings, and then to lay down in it.

The attendant started wrapping the leather straps around her, binding her wings, her front and back paws to her chest, and her tail up along her side, making sure she was snugly secure but nothing was too tight, soft and gentle with the exhausted little dragoness, "Now you will like this part less, but please don't bite me, just open up" the attendant asked her softly.

Thunra shook her head a little, "I won't bite you," and opened her muzzle as the attendant brought up the mask ring.  Blinders slid over Thunra's eyes, as the mask was bound behind her head, and a ring placed between her front teeth, before straps bound that into place, keeping her muzzle closed around it, her tongue hanging out of it as she started to drool a little.  Into her ears were pushed plugs, muffling the sound of the world, and then leather straps over that deadening it further, trapping her in a world of darkness and near silence.

One voice did speak loudly near her ear, the attendant, "Such a good girl, I'll give you a little treat to keep you company during your ride."  Thunra felt fingers under her tail against her vent, then gasped as some two inch across, vibrating stone slid between her lips, letting out a little moan as the fingers pushed it deep into her until it rested right against her gspot, making her tense and shudder, helpless and bound and alone with that pleasure.

A few minutes later she felt herself being lifted, and then felt a warm form pressing against her back, then she felt something massive pushing beneath her tail as she recognized the scent, they were harnessing her up to the Kirin!  The pressure became greater and no matter how she squirmed she couldn't get away as they pushed her back on that blunt cock, her already ruined tailhole giving way until she felt that spined head slip into her, making her cry out as inch after inch sank into her, stretching her deeper and fuller and wider than the hounds had except for their knots, but there was no relief from this stretching as over a foot of cock slid into her feeling the bump of thick ridge after thick ridge sliding into her, her belly bulging out from the length and girth of the kirin stallion, and the ridges grinding over her engorged prostate, making her moan and tremble uncontrollably.

A voice, the Huntsman was loud near her ear as fingers probed her vent, "I didn't forget," was all he told her, finding the ring around the base of her cock and pulling it free.  Relief almost made Thunra cum as she was able to finally release the Kirin's cum, flooding from her in an uncontrolled torrent as her body twitched and spasmed as she spilled out on the ground, panting and moaning, and in the middle of it, between that vibrating stone and the rush of cum from her, she came, adding a few droplets of her own cum to what poured from her, clenching around that massive cock filling her, hearing a cloud of laughter as they watched her cum already.

Thunra could feel every shift of the stallion buried deep into her as preparations finished, and the weight of a rider settling on the Kirin's back before the Kirin reared, drawing a little cry from her as the cock pressed deeper painfully into her, before wheeling and breaking into a gallop.  Every stretch of that powerful body drew that massive cock from Thunra and hammered it back in, ridges popping in and out of her stretched tailhole and grinding over her prostate, sending burning pleasure surging down her cock.

Thunra did not last long, despite having just cum, less than a minute later she cried out, voice lost to the wind as she came again, cock still leaking the Kirin's cum as it twitched in the wind, clenching painfully around that massive shaft that hammered deep into her with every stride, unable to escape as it brutalized her worse than the hounds had managed to.

And she felt it pushing deeper too, another ridge managing to get into her stretched ass, every thrust battering and rearranging her insides to accommodate more of the stallion.

A few minutes into the ride and Thunra was already losing track of how many times she came, her cock aching, her prostate bruised and battered, and there was no end in sight when she felt the stallion swell within her, that thick head ballooning inside her and till thrusting with his galloping stride as he erupted deep in her guts, powerful blasts of cum filling her up, stomach  bulging within the confines of the straps, filling her beyond completely.

Thunra groaned in incredible discomfort as she was filled, too full! she felt it bubbling in her stomach, then surging up her throat until she heaved, the thick, musky taste of cum hitting her before a torrent of cum erupted from her muzzle, splattering over the ground as they raced along, emptying her stomach several times before the Kirin finished, leaving her achingly full of cum that sloshed in her belly as he continued to fuck her unceasingly.

As much as that sucked, at least he tasted good, Thunra thought, her head swimming from the arousing scent of his musk as she panted and moaned unheard by the Huntsman as she was carried along.

Thunra lost track of time in the darkness, the constant painful fucking bruising her insides, the ridges sawing across her prostate, making her cum again and again until she was in a state of permanent hypersensitivity and orgasm, lost track of how many times she was pumped full of cum till it poured from her mouth, all she could seem to keep track of was how much deeper the Kirin was in her, until eventually she felt like he was thrusting against her heart, between her lungs, nearly like he was her heart and lungs as heavy balls thudded against her rump.

Thunra faded in and out of thought, stirring when the pace slowed and the Kirin released his bladder into her, awakening when they stopped for a little while, only the vibrating stone against her gspot stirring within her, then lulled again when they started galloping again, for hours, for days, for weeks, she couldn't tell anymore as she lost herself in it with nothing else but that thrusting cock grinding against her prostate and filling her up again and again like a cocksleeve forever.

In the years that would follow, this would be a dream that she was unsure if it was a comfort or a nightmare when it visited her in the dead of night.
