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", "writing": "[b][u][center]Minerva’s Lessons\nChapter 2: The Lesson of the Past\nFor BigChris369\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\nDarkness faded into dream, and in dream, Minerva floated among the dead. \nShe stared at bodies that had long-since faded from conscious memory. Her mother, her father. Her uncles, her aunts. The people of the village that had died with her innocence, and the people that had done the killing. The bandits and the villagers were mixed together, the bodies strewn all about her, each one cut in a different way, some of them still bleeding as the hot air pushed in around her. \nDespite it all, she was not afraid. She knew, on some level, that she was safe. And the reason for that marched down the streets of the village square. \nThe blue-scaled man, wielding twin swords. The one that had saved her then, the one that had kept her alive at the gate. He walked up to her, and she realized that she was seeing what she had not seen then. \nHe knelt at her unconscious body – how she could see and be unconscious at the same time, she did not know – and touched her neck with one finger. Feeling for a pulse, the girl supposed. Wondering if he could, should, would do anything for her. \nMinerva watched as he picked her up, scaling the wooden gate before leaping out to the other side. She followed in her ghostly, dreamlike way, her emotions deadened, only curiosity leading her on. \nThe fires and smoke were left behind, the blue-scaled man carrying her far from the wreckage of her home before depositing her at the edge of a crossroads. He didn’t give her a tent or bedroll, but he did wipe down her face and exposed fur and feathers, cleaning them of blood. \n[i]Why?[/i] she wondered in the back of her mind. [i]Why bother doing anything for me when he’s just going to run off?[/i]\nHe didn’t stay long, as she expected. He left her there, out in the open where anything could happen. The gryphon started to glare – \nThen stopped as she saw him turn around. He looked at her body, and then circled around. \nThe dream sped up, and she realized that he’d been there, circling her, patrolling the roads for hours. Several beasts were killed long before they could reach her, slaughtered and bled out where no harm could be done to her. One wanderer came near her in her sleep, only to be dissuaded by the flash of steel. She was kept…safe. \nHe kept her safe. \n[i]And now…now he’s taken everything from me.[/i]\nThe remembrance of the present shook her, and the dream collapsed. \n#\n“Ah…ah…”\nMinerva gasped as she came out of the dream, her eyes wide, her beak clasped together so tightly that it felt like the hard material would crack. She grabbed her face, rubbing the tense muscles, trying to make herself relax. \n[i]Just a dream. Means nothing. Just a dream.[/i]\nBut it wasn’t. At least, not all of it. \nShe knew that she wouldn’t roll over and feel Jon against her back. She knew that she wouldn’t open a tent flap and find that the caravan was still there. The ache of reality was barely suppressed, hidden beneath the fear that came from her past once more. \nDespite the pain of her past, she was more than happy to hold onto that memory for a while longer. Old pain was better than new pain. Old pain was so much better than remembering what had just happened, and figuring out how to move forward. \nAt least, for now. \nAs she let herself float on the memory of smoke, she took in her surroundings. She was in a tent, though a smaller one than she was used to. It was probably one that belonged to the blue-scaled man, probably something that he’d shoved her into as a trophy. She growled in her throat at the thought of belonging to anyone like that. \n[i]Whatever Master Sandal had planned for me, he didn’t treat me like this. He respected the choice. He didn’t push it…He didn’t…[/i]\nThe twelve-year-old felt no guilt or sadness at the death of her mage master, despite the fact that he had been her only teacher and only savior for a long time. His guardianship had kept the worst of the road monsters at bay. He could not trade her to others – he could not sell her body – without dishonoring himself and their agreement, and so she had known that she would be safe in many ways, as long as she didn’t give him all of what he wanted from her. \nThe idea that the safety was gone was more of a blow than anything else. She took a deep breath, then let it out. \nShe would have to make her own safety. Her attacker had been hurt by magic before, though not much. He was still susceptible to it at a high enough power, even if he was somewhat resistant. \nShe could work with that. \nRolling onto her side, and then onto all fours, Minerva crept to the tent flap. She was as quiet as she could be, forcing her breathing to be soft and shallow, feeling her blood pumping through her veins as her heart pounded against her ribs. She needed to keep anyone from hearing her, not just the blue-scaled man. She needed to be silent as the grave, and just as deadly. \nSlowly pushing the tent flap open, she saw a campfire, and beside it, she saw [i]him.[/i]\nThe blue-scaled man had dropped his armor, the leather laying on the ground beside him. His swords were across his lap as he turned a spit over the fire, meat cooking at a high heat and hissing from it. \nHer staff, her power, was further still, on the far side of the fire. He was keeping it out of her reach. He was smarter than she thought. \nBut she was quieter than he expected, she was sure. She just needed to get to it before he noticed that she was – \n“You’re awake.”\n[i]Dammit…[/i]\nMinerva didn’t answer, hoping that he would just assume that it was his imagination that he’d heard anything, but the blue-scaled man turned. The lizard-like creature looked down at her, his head suspended on a longer-than-average neck. Broad shoulders thick with muscle and arms that were almost as broad as her hips tensed as he looked at her. \nHe could rip her in two and he wouldn’t struggle in the slightest, she realized. \n[i]Mmmph…damn it…[/i]\nThere was little point in fighting him directly or pretending that she was still asleep. She would need to adjust her strategy, and she needed time for that. \n“Get over here.”\nAnd at least he was inviting her over. That was a step up. It meant that she’d be closer to her staff, maybe close enough to grab it if he looked away for long enough. The gryphon got to her feet, stumbling and shuffling through the grass to sit down by him. \nIt was an instant reminder of the difference in their size. In her dream, he had been massive, and the six years since the burning of her village had not lessened the gap by much. He still loomed over her by a good few feet, her head probably coming no higher than his crotch if they were to stand side by side. \nAnd that was not including his muscle. She knew without needing evidence that he could rip her apart if he ever wanted to. All he’d need was one hand, and then she would be little more than a bloody speck on the ground. \nShe gulped, putting that thought away. She needed to focus on how to get away, not how she was going to die. \nThe stranger turned the spit again, the meat cooking down a bit further. Minerva nodded at it. \n“What…what are you cooking?”\n“Raven.”\n“That’s oily.”\n“Cooks faster, then.”\nNot entirely untrue, for sure. She hadn’t had it since she had been alone, when she was living off the land, but she knew that it would feed them, at least. Her eyes drifted over to her staff again, seeing the iron bands on either end twinkling in the firelight. With enough speed, she might just – \n“Hands off. That stays there until I say otherwise.”\n“Who are you to tell me what to do?”\n“I saved you.”\n“Six years ago. Now you ruined my life.”\n“Only because you don’t know the truth.”\n“Hmmph. What truth?”\nThe blue-scaled man reached down, pulling some sort of paper from his armor. He passed it over to her, and even before she took it, she recognized Master Sandal’s hand. \n“Where did you get this?”\n“His wagon.”\n“What were you doing –”\n“Confirming a hunch. Read.”\nA hunch? What did this stranger know that she didn’t? Probably too much, and too much that he would be unwilling to share. Nobody just offered up an advantage that they had over another. Minerva hesitated, then unfolded the paper, reading quickly.\nShe wasn’t familiar with the name of the addressee, but she knew the contents well enough. She could read between the lines. \n“[i]My apprentice is growing too old to continue to interest me. Once her breasts start budding, she will have lost that special something. However, I cannot guarantee that her power will not outstrip what I can control. If you are still interested in buying her as a slave, please meet me at Fashal, at midsummer, and we will discuss the terms by which you will come to own her. And bring the collar.[/i]”\nIt was signed with Sandal’s name and signet, an affectation that she had seen him use too many times to doubt that this was written by him. She stared at the letter for a few more seconds, then threw it into the fire. \nThe heat of the flames consuming the paper was nothing compared to the heat of the rage burning inside of her. Not at the badger – not completely – but at herself. \n[i]How did I not see that? How was I so stupid?[/i]\nShe thought that she’d had complete control of the situation, that she’d found a way to warp and use the pedophile to her own advantage, but he had been about to trade her in for some pay. She had been scheduled to be given to someone else that liked older kids, someone that would give market value for her body and skills. \nAnd she had been about to walk right into it. \nMinerva hissed through her beak, her hands clenching into fists, relaxing, and clenching again when the anger surged hotter, higher. She was almost at the breaking point, and she knew it. \nAnd the only one that she could vent that anger on was not susceptible to her magic without her staff in hand. She stomped one foot into the ground, the campfire burning hotter and higher. \n“Stop.”\nThe lizard’s command meant nothing to her, and she whipped her head to the side to tell him that. However, as soon as they met each other’s gaze, she saw something else. \nShe saw a command in those eyes, a power that she had not seen in Sandal’s or anyone else’s. It was not magic, but rather a force of will, a push, a pressure to obey that she could not entirely deny. \nA shiver ran down her spine as she lowered her eyes, looking down at the grass again. \n“It’s not fair.”\n“You weren’t going to be treated fairly. Nobody is.”\n“Why?”\n“Because you’re a kid. And kids never get treated fair.”\nShe shook her head. That wasn’t right. She had seen other kids get treated well. There were plenty of parents in plenty of villages that treated their kids right. \n“No, they treated their property right,” the lizard said.\n“…Can you read my thoughts?”\n“No. But I’ve thought about the same things.”\nHe turned the spit one more time, then pulled the bird off of the fire. A quick cut with one of his blades severed it in two, and he placed one of the halves in her lap. The grease from the meat almost burned her, and would have if it had touched her bare feathers and fur. \n“Eat.”\n“It’s hot. And you probably poisoned it.”\n“I can’t poison one half and not the other. Eat.”\nNonetheless, she waited for him to eat at least half of his before she even stuck a finger in hers. The meat was rough, gamey, and not particularly tasty, but she knew that it would be enough to fill her belly. This time, at least. \nShe was about halfway through her portion when he stabbed it with his blade. The other half stuck to it as he yanked it out of her lap. Minerva yelped, jumping to her feet. \n“Hey, that was mine!”\n“No, it was mine. I gave it to you, and you were taking too long.”\nHe bit into it, eating most of the rest of the meat in one bite. She glared at him as he deliberately ate what was left of her food without apology. \n“I thought you…”\n“What?”\n“You said you saved me.”\n“Mm-hmm.”\n“From what?”\n“You mean, besides being sold into slavery?”\n“There’s no way that you knew about that before killing Sandal. What’s the real reason you were here?”\n“…You’re smarter than you look.”\n“I’ve been an orphan for six years. It was get smart or get killed.”\n“There were other choices.”\n“No choices worth making.”\nNot when she needed every resource she had in order to keep going. If she had traded away anything more than she already had, it would have doomed her. She had no doubt about that, and every reason to think that someone who could fuck her on the regular would abandon her as soon as she was old enough to not be interesting anymore.\nLove was not a thing in this world. Nobody would keep her around out of that reason. Practicality had to rule her life. \nThe blue-scaled man looked at her for another few seconds, then shrugged. \n“Doesn’t matter if you know. Sandal was one of those responsible for a bandit raid a long time ago. A very, very long time ago…”\n“Bandits? All of them?”\n“Most of them.”\n“…Even Jon?”\n“The bull you were sleeping with?”\n“Whose tent I was sleeping in,” she corrected.\nThe blue-scaled man nodded, and she felt the world drop out from under her. \nThough she’d always known that there was something that the caravan didn’t talk about, she hadn’t thought it was as extreme as that. Maybe they had been smugglers, she’d once thought, or people that stole a bit and had to keep on the move. But bandits…\nThe idea of Sandal as a bandit was not entirely hard to believe. He had been a hard man, a lustful one, and she hadn’t been the only little kid that he had tried to invite into his wagon. There’d been too many screams for her to entirely disbelieve something like that. And there were others, rough men and women in the caravan that were similar. \nBut Jon?\n[i]Not all of us have a good past.[/i]\nHe’d said that the night before they’d been attacked. He’d given her a hint towards it, even though he refused to go further. \nThe world was cracking around her, the little possibility that there might have been some people that weren’t monsters crashing down around her ears. The gryphon girl slumped down, pulling her legs to her chest as she fought back tears. \nNothing was the way that it was supposed to be. She had been so close to feeling capable. So close to feeling like she was taking control of her own life again. And now…\nNow it was gone. She had been played, and she had to be rescued. \nNo. Not rescued. That was something that had happened as a bit of luck, not out of any intent by this man. He had come for his own reasons. \n“Why hunt them?” she managed to ask. “Why hunt these bandits?”\n“They were part of a raid on my village.”\n“…You…you lived?”\n“Not easily.”\n“Then…”\n“Sandal was one of the mages that came to burn it down. That’s the problem when you have something that other people want. They’ll do anything they can to get it. And when you’re a tribe of warriors, when you live on top of a bunch of metals that will make big, powerful things…”\nThe blue-scaled man shrugged, and she could fill in the rest. He tossed the bones of the bird carcass to the side. \n“Sandal was one of those on the list. There’s others that still have to die, but Sandal was one of the big ones.”\nShe understood that. She understood it better than she imagined this man believed she did. Vengeance was the only thing that kept her going, the chance to take back some part of her life by stealing it from those that had stolen hers. \nClenching her hands into fists, she found herself angrier at the fact that there were still people out there that could do this. That there were bandits waiting to steal innocence, safety, everything else. She could be angry at her ‘rescuer’ – and she was, deep down, for taking what stability she had – but she was far, far angrier at life for making this something that could happen at all. \nShaking with suppressed rage, she turned to him again. \n“Take me with you.”\n“Not happening.”\n“You are going to take me with you. I can help.”\n“You aren’t going anywhere but back to a village,” he said. “Don’t care what you do there, but I’m not taking you along.”\n“Yes, you are.” Minerva shook her head. “You are going to take some responsibility.”\n“I saved you.”\n“By accident. And now you’re throwing me out on the streets.”\nHe shrugged. Not even a hint of remorse in his actions. He didn’t care. \nBut he would. She would [i]make[/i] him. \nIn the moment it took to weigh whether it was finally time to make the trade, Minerva made the decision without any regrets. This man was the strongest fighter that she had ever seen, and he was big enough, strong enough, and scary enough to make the other bad people think twice about coming after her. If there was anyone else that would be willing to ‘buy’ her most precious thing, then they were too far away to be of use to her. \nThe gryphon reached down to the belt of her robe. She undid it, opening it up, her panties exposed by the time that the blue-scaled man noticed what she was doing. \n“Stop.”\n“No.”\n“I’m not keeping you –”\n“Let me finish.”\nIt took some effort to pull off her clothes, but not as much as she expected. She had thought that giving up something she’d protected for this long would have been harder, but in the grand scheme of things, it was better to let someone else have it, to give it rather than let it be taken. \nAnd the chance that it might save her made it easier, too. \nSoon, she was naked as the day she was born, her robe and her underwear all thrown to the ground and left there. She spread her legs, feeling the night air on her sex, and she held her arms out to the sides. \nHe looked at her, his nostrils flaring, and she saw the loincloth he wore twitch. \n“You’re in heat.”\n“Yes.”\nShe’d felt it a few days ago, felt the start of it building up. It wasn’t the first time, but it was the strongest so far. Enough to affect her judgment? Probably. But it would make this easier. \n“Here’s [i]my[/i] offer. I’m a mage. Not the best, but getting stronger. I can learn more traveling with you. I can be better with a teacher. And you will make it safer to go from place to place than I can make it for myself. In exchange, you have someone to cast magic, and you have someone to…vent frustration on.”\nShe’d learned what people wanted. She just needed to sell it, now. The gryphon walked forward, putting her hand on the man’s thigh. She could feel his thickness, his muscles, his strength. \n“I’ll do what you want…and in return…you protect me…so I can [i]kill.[/i]”\nIt was the only thing left. If she couldn’t trust the wagons, if she couldn’t trust the people that had been taking care of her, then everyone was possibly a bandit or a killer or someone bad. Too many bads. She needed to start killing them, fighting back, or she would be killed in turn. If that meant giving up everything else, if it meant making a deal with the devil in order to have the power to do it, then she would make that deal and follow through with everything that she had. \nThe blue-scaled man looked down at her, slowly shaking his head before sighing. \n“One rule.”\n“Just one?”\n“One big one.” He picked her up, sitting her on his leg. “You do what I say.”\n“I expected that.”\n“No. I mean, you [i]do[/i] what I say. No argument. No holding back. No hesitation. If I tell you to do something, then do it. The second you hesitate, I will leave you. Understand?”\n“I understand.”\n“On your knees.”\nShe didn’t hesitate. Even if she wasn’t serious about this, she knew that he was, and knew that he was looking for any opportunity to kick her to the curb and not give her what she was asking for. She wasn’t going to give him that opportunity. \nAs he spread his legs, she realized what he had to offer her. Not one, but two cocks, each one huge beyond the reckoning that she’d placed him at. A soft exhalation left her mouth as she looked at the two huge shafts, imagining what they would do to her. \nIn the back of her head, she knew that she’d be screaming tonight. \n“Pick one and suck.”\nSuck. She had seen whores do it, and had poked her head in while Sandal was being ‘paid’ by some of the children who came for shows. She knew what that meant, and was in motion before she could even consider it. \nThe lower shaft, she grabbed by the base. She held it tight, the head pointed at her beak. She spread her mouth as wide as it would go and thrust forward, feeling it running over her tongue before it hit the back of her throat. \n[i]Take it. Take it. Take it![/i]\nMinerva thrust her head forward, swallowing hard. The thick head nearly made her vomit, her little stomach muscles tensing and squeezing, trying to push it back out, but she forced it into her mouth and throat anyway. Inch after inch went down, making it hard to breathe, only for her to find the trick of it a second later. \nThe other shaft slid along the side of her face, resting over her beak and then over her cheek. She coughed, sputtered, gagged along the cock in her throat, and looked around the one resting on her face at the blue-scaled man. \nHe was surprised, but trying not to be. He crossed his arms over his chest, his head cocked to the side. \n“You’ve done this before?” \n“Mmm-mmm.”\n“Then you have natural talent.”\nNot the thing that she wanted to be naturally talented at, but she’d take it. She swallowed around his cock, and he grunted over her, pushing her back. \n“You’re obviously not afraid…”\n“…No. Not of anything.”\n“Are you afraid of taking these from behind?”\n“No.”\n“Then turn around. Prove it.”\nMotion was nothing to be afraid of. Even though her throat hurt from the cock being pulled out, she knew that it would be okay. Heat would take care of it. Heat would distract her. \nAs she turned in place, lifting her rump and her tail, she let loose her control over herself. She let the heat run through her, the need that she’d been keeping suppressed with rage and fear running through her. The gryphon gasped, the little twelve-year-old shivering as she felt the need surging from her womb down to her nethers, filling them with blood and juices. She dripped, her need running down her thighs. \nAnd then, those cocks. She felt them rubbing between her thighs, then one between her butt cheeks and the other against her pussy lips. They were both throbbing, both eager. \n[i]He hasn’t had much for a while…I suppose that…makes sense…[/i]\nThe gryphon girl held herself still as he lined up, alternating between both cocks at her pussy and one at both holes. He was indecisive, figuring it out, deciding. \nShe didn’t push him. Instead, she ground back, pushing her hips against him, using her fur to tease his shafts and her sex to grind against his cocks, to get them both nice and wet, to add to the spit that she’d left on the one. \nHe growled over her, shaking his head. \n“You’re better than I thought you were. Sure you’re a virgin?”\n“I [i]made[/i] sure.”\n“Then let’s keep other people guessing.”\nSuddenly, he was on top of her, laying over her back and wrapping an arm around her. She felt the swirl of power that meant magic, and her eyes went wide. \n“What are you doing?!”\n“I’m making sure you don’t change.”\nShe caught a glimpse of his hand glowing, then – \n“AHHHHHH!”\nShe screamed at the sudden pressure on her insides, a squeezing hand on her insides that felt like it was constricting and stretching her at the same time. Her eyes felt as though they might fall from their sockets as her body was changed, warped, twisted on the inside by some strange power. \nIt ached, it burned, and by the time that he pulled his hand back, there was a mark left behind. A handprint on her stomach, something that looked like a claiming mark…and something else. \n[i]He did something…did something to…to my insides…[/i]\nBut what? \nShe didn’t have a chance to guess as his massive cocks lined up at both her holes. The gryphon sucked in a breath – \n“MMMPH!”\nAnd then almost had it forced right back out of her as the big guy slammed in. His cocks…his cocks were far, far bigger than anything that she had seen save for those on the draft horses. Her head fell to the ground, and even the feeling of being in heat, the sensation of needing those cocks so badly, was hardly enough to keep her conscious. \n[i]Oh god, oh god, oh god,[/i] she hissed as she felt the pressure in her guts, felt the huge cocks forcing their way into her womb and into her ass at the same time. Her holes were stretched out beyond belief, over a foot of cock in each of them, her body shaking as she felt him pulling her back even further. \nShe swore that the two shafts were lifting her off the ground, holding her in some position that kept gravity from dragging her back down. Whatever was happening, she went with it, allowing something else to do the work. \nWith her body no longer listening to her, all she could do was gasp, shiver, shake as she was penetrated by cocks too big for any adult to take, let alone a child. It was no longer a sense of being held upright; as they passed the foot and a half mark of cock in her holes, she was suspended from the ground by them, held aloft by the sheer length of cock in her holes. \nHer breath came in ragged bursts, her eyes bugging out from their sockets as she was filled, fucked, filled, fucked. She could feel herself almost turning inside out as the blue-scaled man pulled his cocks free of her, dragging himself back only to thrust back in. In and out, in and out, in and out. It was a constant rush of pain and pleasure at the same time, her body getting molded to the shafts, adjusting to them. \nThe gryphon squawked from time to time, unable to help herself, unable to stop from making those animalistic noises. They just came to her, demanding to be let loose, and she did. Her body trembled, already working up towards an orgasm from the size of those shafts alone. Three thrusts, four, five, six – \n“AAAAAAAAAH!”\nShe screamed as she came, a squirt of juices shooting out and landing on the cocks and balls behind her. He stopped, then, and pulled out slowly. \n[i]He’s not done,[/i] she knew, and she was right. \nHe pushed her to the ground, holding her legs up and back over her head. As he knelt over her, his cocks flopped out on her painted, marked belly, he looked down at her. \n“You’ll never stretch out beyond use. That’s what the mark does. You’ll stay tight, and you’ll stay safe. No matter what I put in you.”\n“…What’s your name?” she managed to ask. \n“Jak. Now.”\nHe looked down at his cocks, and she felt another burst of that strange power. She looked down, and saw them melting together, melding into something bigger, thicker…and even longer. Just one cock, but it was three feet long, so long that she was half-afraid that it would shoot right out her mouth. \n“Let’s put your body to work. Earn your keep, girl.”\n“Yes, sir.” \nShe would not disappoint. She would [i]not[/i] give him an excuse to get rid of her. Ever. \n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Minerva’s Lessons
Chapter 2: The Lesson of the Past
For BigChris369
By Draconicon






Darkness faded into dream, and in dream, Minerva floated among the dead.
She stared at bodies that had long-since faded from conscious memory. Her mother, her father. Her uncles, her aunts. The people of the village that had died with her innocence, and the people that had done the killing. The bandits and the villagers were mixed together, the bodies strewn all about her, each one cut in a different way, some of them still bleeding as the hot air pushed in around her.
Despite it all, she was not afraid. She knew, on some level, that she was safe. And the reason for that marched down the streets of the village square.
The blue-scaled man, wielding twin swords. The one that had saved her then, the one that had kept her alive at the gate. He walked up to her, and she realized that she was seeing what she had not seen then.
He knelt at her unconscious body – how she could see and be unconscious at the same time, she did not know – and touched her neck with one finger. Feeling for a pulse, the girl supposed. Wondering if he could, should, would do anything for her.
Minerva watched as he picked her up, scaling the wooden gate before leaping out to the other side. She followed in her ghostly, dreamlike way, her emotions deadened, only curiosity leading her on.
The fires and smoke were left behind, the blue-scaled man carrying her far from the wreckage of her home before depositing her at the edge of a crossroads. He didn’t give her a tent or bedroll, but he did wipe down her face and exposed fur and feathers, cleaning them of blood.
Why? she wondered in the back of her mind. Why bother doing anything for me when he’s just going to run off?
He didn’t stay long, as she expected. He left her there, out in the open where anything could happen. The gryphon started to glare –
Then stopped as she saw him turn around. He looked at her body, and then circled around.
The dream sped up, and she realized that he’d been there, circling her, patrolling the roads for hours. Several beasts were killed long before they could reach her, slaughtered and bled out where no harm could be done to her. One wanderer came near her in her sleep, only to be dissuaded by the flash of steel. She was kept…safe.
He kept her safe.
And now…now he’s taken everything from me.
The remembrance of the present shook her, and the dream collapsed.
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“Ah…ah…”
Minerva gasped as she came out of the dream, her eyes wide, her beak clasped together so tightly that it felt like the hard material would crack. She grabbed her face, rubbing the tense muscles, trying to make herself relax.
Just a dream. Means nothing. Just a dream.
But it wasn’t. At least, not all of it.
She knew that she wouldn’t roll over and feel Jon against her back. She knew that she wouldn’t open a tent flap and find that the caravan was still there. The ache of reality was barely suppressed, hidden beneath the fear that came from her past once more.
Despite the pain of her past, she was more than happy to hold onto that memory for a while longer. Old pain was better than new pain. Old pain was so much better than remembering what had just happened, and figuring out how to move forward.
At least, for now.
As she let herself float on the memory of smoke, she took in her surroundings. She was in a tent, though a smaller one than she was used to. It was probably one that belonged to the blue-scaled man, probably something that he’d shoved her into as a trophy. She growled in her throat at the thought of belonging to anyone like that.
Whatever Master Sandal had planned for me, he didn’t treat me like this. He respected the choice. He didn’t push it…He didn’t…
The twelve-year-old felt no guilt or sadness at the death of her mage master, despite the fact that he had been her only teacher and only savior for a long time. His guardianship had kept the worst of the road monsters at bay. He could not trade her to others – he could not sell her body – without dishonoring himself and their agreement, and so she had known that she would be safe in many ways, as long as she didn’t give him all of what he wanted from her.
The idea that the safety was gone was more of a blow than anything else. She took a deep breath, then let it out.
She would have to make her own safety. Her attacker had been hurt by magic before, though not much. He was still susceptible to it at a high enough power, even if he was somewhat resistant.
She could work with that.
Rolling onto her side, and then onto all fours, Minerva crept to the tent flap. She was as quiet as she could be, forcing her breathing to be soft and shallow, feeling her blood pumping through her veins as her heart pounded against her ribs. She needed to keep anyone from hearing her, not just the blue-scaled man. She needed to be silent as the grave, and just as deadly.
Slowly pushing the tent flap open, she saw a campfire, and beside it, she saw him.
The blue-scaled man had dropped his armor, the leather laying on the ground beside him. His swords were across his lap as he turned a spit over the fire, meat cooking at a high heat and hissing from it.
Her staff, her power, was further still, on the far side of the fire. He was keeping it out of her reach. He was smarter than she thought.
But she was quieter than he expected, she was sure. She just needed to get to it before he noticed that she was –
“You’re awake.”
Dammit…
Minerva didn’t answer, hoping that he would just assume that it was his imagination that he’d heard anything, but the blue-scaled man turned. The lizard-like creature looked down at her, his head suspended on a longer-than-average neck. Broad shoulders thick with muscle and arms that were almost as broad as her hips tensed as he looked at her.
He could rip her in two and he wouldn’t struggle in the slightest, she realized.
Mmmph…damn it…
There was little point in fighting him directly or pretending that she was still asleep. She would need to adjust her strategy, and she needed time for that.
“Get over here.”
And at least he was inviting her over. That was a step up. It meant that she’d be closer to her staff, maybe close enough to grab it if he looked away for long enough. The gryphon got to her feet, stumbling and shuffling through the grass to sit down by him.
It was an instant reminder of the difference in their size. In her dream, he had been massive, and the six years since the burning of her village had not lessened the gap by much. He still loomed over her by a good few feet, her head probably coming no higher than his crotch if they were to stand side by side.
And that was not including his muscle. She knew without needing evidence that he could rip her apart if he ever wanted to. All he’d need was one hand, and then she would be little more than a bloody speck on the ground.
She gulped, putting that thought away. She needed to focus on how to get away, not how she was going to die.
The stranger turned the spit again, the meat cooking down a bit further. Minerva nodded at it.
“What…what are you cooking?”
“Raven.”
“That’s oily.”
“Cooks faster, then.”
Not entirely untrue, for sure. She hadn’t had it since she had been alone, when she was living off the land, but she knew that it would feed them, at least. Her eyes drifted over to her staff again, seeing the iron bands on either end twinkling in the firelight. With enough speed, she might just –
“Hands off. That stays there until I say otherwise.”
“Who are you to tell me what to do?”
“I saved you.”
“Six years ago. Now you ruined my life.”
“Only because you don’t know the truth.”
“Hmmph. What truth?”
The blue-scaled man reached down, pulling some sort of paper from his armor. He passed it over to her, and even before she took it, she recognized Master Sandal’s hand.
“Where did you get this?”
“His wagon.”
“What were you doing –”
“Confirming a hunch. Read.”
A hunch? What did this stranger know that she didn’t? Probably too much, and too much that he would be unwilling to share. Nobody just offered up an advantage that they had over another. Minerva hesitated, then unfolded the paper, reading quickly.
She wasn’t familiar with the name of the addressee, but she knew the contents well enough. She could read between the lines.
“My apprentice is growing too old to continue to interest me. Once her breasts start budding, she will have lost that special something. However, I cannot guarantee that her power will not outstrip what I can control. If you are still interested in buying her as a slave, please meet me at Fashal, at midsummer, and we will discuss the terms by which you will come to own her. And bring the collar.”
It was signed with Sandal’s name and signet, an affectation that she had seen him use too many times to doubt that this was written by him. She stared at the letter for a few more seconds, then threw it into the fire.
The heat of the flames consuming the paper was nothing compared to the heat of the rage burning inside of her. Not at the badger – not completely – but at herself.
How did I not see that? How was I so stupid?
She thought that she’d had complete control of the situation, that she’d found a way to warp and use the pedophile to her own advantage, but he had been about to trade her in for some pay. She had been scheduled to be given to someone else that liked older kids, someone that would give market value for her body and skills.
And she had been about to walk right into it.
Minerva hissed through her beak, her hands clenching into fists, relaxing, and clenching again when the anger surged hotter, higher. She was almost at the breaking point, and she knew it.
And the only one that she could vent that anger on was not susceptible to her magic without her staff in hand. She stomped one foot into the ground, the campfire burning hotter and higher.
“Stop.”
The lizard’s command meant nothing to her, and she whipped her head to the side to tell him that. However, as soon as they met each other’s gaze, she saw something else.
She saw a command in those eyes, a power that she had not seen in Sandal’s or anyone else’s. It was not magic, but rather a force of will, a push, a pressure to obey that she could not entirely deny.
A shiver ran down her spine as she lowered her eyes, looking down at the grass again.
“It’s not fair.”
“You weren’t going to be treated fairly. Nobody is.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re a kid. And kids never get treated fair.”
She shook her head. That wasn’t right. She had seen other kids get treated well. There were plenty of parents in plenty of villages that treated their kids right.
“No, they treated their property right,” the lizard said.
“…Can you read my thoughts?”
“No. But I’ve thought about the same things.”
He turned the spit one more time, then pulled the bird off of the fire. A quick cut with one of his blades severed it in two, and he placed one of the halves in her lap. The grease from the meat almost burned her, and would have if it had touched her bare feathers and fur.
“Eat.”
“It’s hot. And you probably poisoned it.”
“I can’t poison one half and not the other. Eat.”
Nonetheless, she waited for him to eat at least half of his before she even stuck a finger in hers. The meat was rough, gamey, and not particularly tasty, but she knew that it would be enough to fill her belly. This time, at least.
She was about halfway through her portion when he stabbed it with his blade. The other half stuck to it as he yanked it out of her lap. Minerva yelped, jumping to her feet.
“Hey, that was mine!”
“No, it was mine. I gave it to you, and you were taking too long.”
He bit into it, eating most of the rest of the meat in one bite. She glared at him as he deliberately ate what was left of her food without apology.
“I thought you…”
“What?”
“You said you saved me.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“From what?”
“You mean, besides being sold into slavery?”
“There’s no way that you knew about that before killing Sandal. What’s the real reason you were here?”
“…You’re smarter than you look.”
“I’ve been an orphan for six years. It was get smart or get killed.”
“There were other choices.”
“No choices worth making.”
Not when she needed every resource she had in order to keep going. If she had traded away anything more than she already had, it would have doomed her. She had no doubt about that, and every reason to think that someone who could fuck her on the regular would abandon her as soon as she was old enough to not be interesting anymore.
Love was not a thing in this world. Nobody would keep her around out of that reason. Practicality had to rule her life.
The blue-scaled man looked at her for another few seconds, then shrugged.
“Doesn’t matter if you know. Sandal was one of those responsible for a bandit raid a long time ago. A very, very long time ago…”
“Bandits? All of them?”
“Most of them.”
“…Even Jon?”
“The bull you were sleeping with?”
“Whose tent I was sleeping in,” she corrected.
The blue-scaled man nodded, and she felt the world drop out from under her.
Though she’d always known that there was something that the caravan didn’t talk about, she hadn’t thought it was as extreme as that. Maybe they had been smugglers, she’d once thought, or people that stole a bit and had to keep on the move. But bandits…
The idea of Sandal as a bandit was not entirely hard to believe. He had been a hard man, a lustful one, and she hadn’t been the only little kid that he had tried to invite into his wagon. There’d been too many screams for her to entirely disbelieve something like that. And there were others, rough men and women in the caravan that were similar.
But Jon?
Not all of us have a good past.
He’d said that the night before they’d been attacked. He’d given her a hint towards it, even though he refused to go further.
The world was cracking around her, the little possibility that there might have been some people that weren’t monsters crashing down around her ears. The gryphon girl slumped down, pulling her legs to her chest as she fought back tears.
Nothing was the way that it was supposed to be. She had been so close to feeling capable. So close to feeling like she was taking control of her own life again. And now…
Now it was gone. She had been played, and she had to be rescued.
No. Not rescued. That was something that had happened as a bit of luck, not out of any intent by this man. He had come for his own reasons.
“Why hunt them?” she managed to ask. “Why hunt these bandits?”
“They were part of a raid on my village.”
“…You…you lived?”
“Not easily.”
“Then…”
“Sandal was one of the mages that came to burn it down. That’s the problem when you have something that other people want. They’ll do anything they can to get it. And when you’re a tribe of warriors, when you live on top of a bunch of metals that will make big, powerful things…”
The blue-scaled man shrugged, and she could fill in the rest. He tossed the bones of the bird carcass to the side.
“Sandal was one of those on the list. There’s others that still have to die, but Sandal was one of the big ones.”
She understood that. She understood it better than she imagined this man believed she did. Vengeance was the only thing that kept her going, the chance to take back some part of her life by stealing it from those that had stolen hers.
Clenching her hands into fists, she found herself angrier at the fact that there were still people out there that could do this. That there were bandits waiting to steal innocence, safety, everything else. She could be angry at her ‘rescuer’ – and she was, deep down, for taking what stability she had – but she was far, far angrier at life for making this something that could happen at all.
Shaking with suppressed rage, she turned to him again.
“Take me with you.”
“Not happening.”
“You are going to take me with you. I can help.”
“You aren’t going anywhere but back to a village,” he said. “Don’t care what you do there, but I’m not taking you along.”
“Yes, you are.” Minerva shook her head. “You are going to take some responsibility.”
“I saved you.”
“By accident. And now you’re throwing me out on the streets.”
He shrugged. Not even a hint of remorse in his actions. He didn’t care.
But he would. She would make him.
In the moment it took to weigh whether it was finally time to make the trade, Minerva made the decision without any regrets. This man was the strongest fighter that she had ever seen, and he was big enough, strong enough, and scary enough to make the other bad people think twice about coming after her. If there was anyone else that would be willing to ‘buy’ her most precious thing, then they were too far away to be of use to her.
The gryphon reached down to the belt of her robe. She undid it, opening it up, her panties exposed by the time that the blue-scaled man noticed what she was doing.
“Stop.”
“No.”
“I’m not keeping you –”
“Let me finish.”
It took some effort to pull off her clothes, but not as much as she expected. She had thought that giving up something she’d protected for this long would have been harder, but in the grand scheme of things, it was better to let someone else have it, to give it rather than let it be taken.
And the chance that it might save her made it easier, too.
Soon, she was naked as the day she was born, her robe and her underwear all thrown to the ground and left there. She spread her legs, feeling the night air on her sex, and she held her arms out to the sides.
He looked at her, his nostrils flaring, and she saw the loincloth he wore twitch.
“You’re in heat.”
“Yes.”
She’d felt it a few days ago, felt the start of it building up. It wasn’t the first time, but it was the strongest so far. Enough to affect her judgment? Probably. But it would make this easier.
“Here’s my offer. I’m a mage. Not the best, but getting stronger. I can learn more traveling with you. I can be better with a teacher. And you will make it safer to go from place to place than I can make it for myself. In exchange, you have someone to cast magic, and you have someone to…vent frustration on.”
She’d learned what people wanted. She just needed to sell it, now. The gryphon walked forward, putting her hand on the man’s thigh. She could feel his thickness, his muscles, his strength.
“I’ll do what you want…and in return…you protect me…so I can kill.”
It was the only thing left. If she couldn’t trust the wagons, if she couldn’t trust the people that had been taking care of her, then everyone was possibly a bandit or a killer or someone bad. Too many bads. She needed to start killing them, fighting back, or she would be killed in turn. If that meant giving up everything else, if it meant making a deal with the devil in order to have the power to do it, then she would make that deal and follow through with everything that she had.
The blue-scaled man looked down at her, slowly shaking his head before sighing.
“One rule.”
“Just one?”
“One big one.” He picked her up, sitting her on his leg. “You do what I say.”
“I expected that.”
“No. I mean, you do what I say. No argument. No holding back. No hesitation. If I tell you to do something, then do it. The second you hesitate, I will leave you. Understand?”
“I understand.”
“On your knees.”
She didn’t hesitate. Even if she wasn’t serious about this, she knew that he was, and knew that he was looking for any opportunity to kick her to the curb and not give her what she was asking for. She wasn’t going to give him that opportunity.
As he spread his legs, she realized what he had to offer her. Not one, but two cocks, each one huge beyond the reckoning that she’d placed him at. A soft exhalation left her mouth as she looked at the two huge shafts, imagining what they would do to her.
In the back of her head, she knew that she’d be screaming tonight.
“Pick one and suck.”
Suck. She had seen whores do it, and had poked her head in while Sandal was being ‘paid’ by some of the children who came for shows. She knew what that meant, and was in motion before she could even consider it.
The lower shaft, she grabbed by the base. She held it tight, the head pointed at her beak. She spread her mouth as wide as it would go and thrust forward, feeling it running over her tongue before it hit the back of her throat.
Take it. Take it. Take it!
Minerva thrust her head forward, swallowing hard. The thick head nearly made her vomit, her little stomach muscles tensing and squeezing, trying to push it back out, but she forced it into her mouth and throat anyway. Inch after inch went down, making it hard to breathe, only for her to find the trick of it a second later.
The other shaft slid along the side of her face, resting over her beak and then over her cheek. She coughed, sputtered, gagged along the cock in her throat, and looked around the one resting on her face at the blue-scaled man.
He was surprised, but trying not to be. He crossed his arms over his chest, his head cocked to the side.
“You’ve done this before?”
“Mmm-mmm.”
“Then you have natural talent.”
Not the thing that she wanted to be naturally talented at, but she’d take it. She swallowed around his cock, and he grunted over her, pushing her back.
“You’re obviously not afraid…”
“…No. Not of anything.”
“Are you afraid of taking these from behind?”
“No.”
“Then turn around. Prove it.”
Motion was nothing to be afraid of. Even though her throat hurt from the cock being pulled out, she knew that it would be okay. Heat would take care of it. Heat would distract her.
As she turned in place, lifting her rump and her tail, she let loose her control over herself. She let the heat run through her, the need that she’d been keeping suppressed with rage and fear running through her. The gryphon gasped, the little twelve-year-old shivering as she felt the need surging from her womb down to her nethers, filling them with blood and juices. She dripped, her need running down her thighs.
And then, those cocks. She felt them rubbing between her thighs, then one between her butt cheeks and the other against her pussy lips. They were both throbbing, both eager.
He hasn’t had much for a while…I suppose that…makes sense…
The gryphon girl held herself still as he lined up, alternating between both cocks at her pussy and one at both holes. He was indecisive, figuring it out, deciding.
She didn’t push him. Instead, she ground back, pushing her hips against him, using her fur to tease his shafts and her sex to grind against his cocks, to get them both nice and wet, to add to the spit that she’d left on the one.
He growled over her, shaking his head.
“You’re better than I thought you were. Sure you’re a virgin?”
“I made sure.”
“Then let’s keep other people guessing.”
Suddenly, he was on top of her, laying over her back and wrapping an arm around her. She felt the swirl of power that meant magic, and her eyes went wide.
“What are you doing?!”
“I’m making sure you don’t change.”
She caught a glimpse of his hand glowing, then –
“AHHHHHH!”
She screamed at the sudden pressure on her insides, a squeezing hand on her insides that felt like it was constricting and stretching her at the same time. Her eyes felt as though they might fall from their sockets as her body was changed, warped, twisted on the inside by some strange power.
It ached, it burned, and by the time that he pulled his hand back, there was a mark left behind. A handprint on her stomach, something that looked like a claiming mark…and something else.
He did something…did something to…to my insides…
But what?
She didn’t have a chance to guess as his massive cocks lined up at both her holes. The gryphon sucked in a breath –
“MMMPH!”
And then almost had it forced right back out of her as the big guy slammed in. His cocks…his cocks were far, far bigger than anything that she had seen save for those on the draft horses. Her head fell to the ground, and even the feeling of being in heat, the sensation of needing those cocks so badly, was hardly enough to keep her conscious.
Oh god, oh god, oh god, she hissed as she felt the pressure in her guts, felt the huge cocks forcing their way into her womb and into her ass at the same time. Her holes were stretched out beyond belief, over a foot of cock in each of them, her body shaking as she felt him pulling her back even further.
She swore that the two shafts were lifting her off the ground, holding her in some position that kept gravity from dragging her back down. Whatever was happening, she went with it, allowing something else to do the work.
With her body no longer listening to her, all she could do was gasp, shiver, shake as she was penetrated by cocks too big for any adult to take, let alone a child. It was no longer a sense of being held upright; as they passed the foot and a half mark of cock in her holes, she was suspended from the ground by them, held aloft by the sheer length of cock in her holes.
Her breath came in ragged bursts, her eyes bugging out from their sockets as she was filled, fucked, filled, fucked. She could feel herself almost turning inside out as the blue-scaled man pulled his cocks free of her, dragging himself back only to thrust back in. In and out, in and out, in and out. It was a constant rush of pain and pleasure at the same time, her body getting molded to the shafts, adjusting to them.
The gryphon squawked from time to time, unable to help herself, unable to stop from making those animalistic noises. They just came to her, demanding to be let loose, and she did. Her body trembled, already working up towards an orgasm from the size of those shafts alone. Three thrusts, four, five, six –
“AAAAAAAAAH!”
She screamed as she came, a squirt of juices shooting out and landing on the cocks and balls behind her. He stopped, then, and pulled out slowly.
He’s not done, she knew, and she was right.
He pushed her to the ground, holding her legs up and back over her head. As he knelt over her, his cocks flopped out on her painted, marked belly, he looked down at her.
“You’ll never stretch out beyond use. That’s what the mark does. You’ll stay tight, and you’ll stay safe. No matter what I put in you.”
“…What’s your name?” she managed to ask.
“Jak. Now.”
He looked down at his cocks, and she felt another burst of that strange power. She looked down, and saw them melting together, melding into something bigger, thicker…and even longer. Just one cock, but it was three feet long, so long that she was half-afraid that it would shoot right out her mouth.
“Let’s put your body to work. Earn your keep, girl.”
“Yes, sir.”
She would not disappoint. She would not give him an excuse to get rid of her. Ever.




The End



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