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He smiled slightly, reality and dream mixing before he pushed them apart once more. \n\nThe dragon’s mind flew on wings of shadow, flitting through the gaps in the beams of light. Even under the bright sun of mid-day, there were gaps between the beams, places where his mind could go, little places where he could hide and spy on the world beyond his forests. He had little interest, for the most part, but with others trying to settle in his woods again, he knew that time was short before he would have to deal with more intruders. It was merely a matter of when, and who. \n\nHis mind fluttered towards a nearby town, and in the process, he spied a cluster of horses that were speeding away. In curiosity, he turned his attention from the walled town to those mounted figures, flying down on wings of dream. \n\nThere were four of them, two humans, and two of the furred species. They were divided along the lines of species and sex, with two males, two females. One of each. They were riding quickly, and some – \n\nNo, all were armed, and each with a potent crossbow, one that was made of metal rather than mere wood. The dragon’s mind took in that information, and then moved on, flying from the riding quartet back to the town form which they’d come. \n\nHe flew his dream-self to the tallest tower of the town keep, finding his way into a throne room of sorts. A throne room that had no right to be a throne room, as a matter of fact. It flickered with light, yes, and there was a high-seated chair towards the back of the room, but this was a town, not a kingdom. There should have been a mayor, no more. \n\nAnd the mayor, here, sat in state, tapping his fingers on the edge of his throne. Revakulgr flew to him, perching his shadow on the edge of the chair, and looking down at the human male that seemed so intent on something. \n\n[i]What are you doing?[/i] the dragon wondered. [i]What have you planned?[/i]\n\n“They’ve already left?” the human asked. \n\nAn aide, someone slightly foggier – likely with their own magic – nodded. The mayor nodded.\n\n“Then they’ll have a chance to get rid of him.”\n\n“There is little likelihood that they’ll do anything more than annoy him, Lord Mayor.”\n\n“There’s a chance, though. Their crossbows are the latest invention. They can even punch through dragon scales.”\n\n“Even so, he is a crafty one, sir. He will likely have a way around that, if he knows that they’re coming.”\n\n“Hmmph. Well…”\n\nThe mayor shook his head, leaning on one hand.\n\n“If they fail, there’s no loss. They were travelers, anyway, expendable. But if they succeed, imagine what we could do with that hoard of his.”\n\nRevakulgr felt the rumblings of laughter deep in his throat. Ah, yes, the mystical hoard of dragons. Many of them had greater hoards than they knew what to do with. He, on the other hand, had precisely enough. He worked within his means. He knew what to keep and what to trade, and he had yet to see anyone to gaze upon it with the great hunger that this mayor seemed to have. \n\nBut legends had a way of spreading, and he knew the hunger that the mayor had gained. Every living being on two legs, everyone with a concept of money, would hunger for dragon treasure once they realized that it existed. Once they realized the extent to which most dragons hoarded, they would hunt for it. \n\nOr send others, as this coward had done. \n\nRevakulgr waited for a few moments longer, but when there was no more speech to be heard, he took to his wings again. He flew from the keep, down the road, outpacing the ‘heroes’ sent to hunt him. He knew that they would arrive soon, but by the time that they reached the forest, he would be ready for them. \n\nThe black dragon’s mind reached his body, and he woke as they came together. He groaned as he lifted his head, looking down at the world through clear eyes once more. \n\nThe hazy black shadows around him cast by trees in the light of sunset came together with sharp edges once more. The half-seen foxes in the grip of his tail were now cleaner and more pristine, clear and sharp. Well, perhaps not clean; the female still dripped his seed, marked with it, and the male was darkened with dirt that had been tracked over him by one of the dragon’s hind-paws. He chuckled to himself, slowly pulling his tail from them until – \n\nThunk. The male fell first, and the female followed, toppling onto him. The pressure on her swollen gut forced a small squirt of the dragon’s seed to follow after, drenching the earth. \n\nThey both looked up at him immediately, their eyes locked with his. They shimmered with two different forms of devotion, and Revakulgr smiled. They knew their place, as he had taught it to them. They knew it well. \n\n“Master,” they both whispered, bowing their heads. \n\n“Do you know a town nearby?” the dragon asked. \n\n“Esula, yes,” the male said. \n\n“We moved from it. It was too expensive.”\n\n“Why, master?” \n\n“Because they have sent warriors to kill me.”\n\nThe foxes gasped in shock, and to their credit, they had no expression of relief cross their face. Neither seemed to wish for a rescue, nor for him to die. They had been broken in well during their first meeting. \n\nThe great dragon chuckled as he got to his feet, stretching his forelegs forward and his hind-legs back. They cracked slightly in the process, and the shadows swirled beneath his feet as he gathered his strength. \n\n“They will find it impossible, of course.”\n\n“Of course, Master,” the vixen said, smiling in adoration, her husband looking at the ground and nodding in agreement. \n\n“You will wait here. If there is one that is suitable to keep, then perhaps you will have a new acquaintance before the day is out. And if not…”\n\nThey did not question him at that. They knew what the other possibility was. They could easily end up in the dragon’s stomach, and that was the long and short of it. Revakulgr was a dragon, and that meant that the laws of the two-leggers did not apply to him. He could do as he would, when he would, and there was none that could stop him. \n\nHe closed his eyes, and with nothing but a wish, he faded into the shadows once more. \n\n#\n\nWhen he appeared again, he was at the border of the forest, settled and coiled around the top of a tree that barely shaded him from the sun. The dark-scaled dragon smiled to himself as he saw the cloud of dust approaching, knowing that he had forewarning, and that the travelers obviously had no idea what they were walking into. If they had any experience in hunting dragons, they would have left their horses behind some way back, ensuring that they did not make noise coming upon his lair. \n\nHe narrowed his eyes, looking upon the riders. There were four of them, as he had seen in the dream vision. A human male, a human female. A female wolf, and a male fox. They were riding in a square, the two males in front, the two females in back, and all of them were facing straight towards the woods. \n\nIf he were to take wing, he imagined that he could do a great deal to them before they even realized that he was among them. They would struggle, yes, fight and scream, but he would have used his breath to bring them low, and then his talons and tail would suffice for the rest. If he wanted merely to murder them, that would have been the way. \n\nBut no. They had committed to an action most selfish and stupid, and he wished to see them pay. \n\nSo, he watched, and he waited. The four riders came to a halt just outside the woods, and they took their horses to the nearest tree. One by one, they tied them up with their reins rather than with rope, and the dragon suppressed his amusement, satisfying himself with a shake of his head. They truly were rank amateurs not to use something stronger. \n\nThe dragon slowly crept to the edge of his branch, leaning his head down to listen to them. Words were being exchanged, and he would hear them. \n\n“This is a suicide mission, you know that?”\n\nThat came from the human woman, and the dragon had to bite back a chuckle. At least one of them seemed to have some sort of understanding of the mission that they’d undertaken. The rest were still as clueless as could be, and he imagined that they’d have a very hard time admitting how much danger they were in. \n\nYet, even the human woman seemed vaguely excited, and the reason was soon explained. \n\n“And yet, you’re still here. Still dreaming of seeing a dragon up close, Lisa?” the fox asked. \n\n“Just because I’m interested in the exotic, Felix –”\n\n“Don’t let that get in the way,” the human male said, pulling his crossbow free of his saddlebags. “We’re here to get paid.”\n\n“No, [i]you’re[/i] here to get paid,” the wolf female said, shaking her head. “Roger, the rest of us didn’t even want this contract. You’re the one that dragged us into it.”\n\n“Well, I’m going to get us all paid. We’ll be able to live like kings with our percentages of that hoard.”\n\n“I wouldn’t mind just having a few of the magical items, admittedly,” the fox – Felix – said. “I think that there’d be a great deal of magical worth in that hoard. Dragons are, after all, quite discriminating in what they collect. Isn’t that right, Jess?” \n\n“I guess,” the wolf admitted, shaking her head. “But still, this is going to be dangerous. If we’re going to do it, let’s do this right.”\n\n“What’s so hard about it?” Roger asked. “Just point the crossbow and shoot. The arrows are strong enough to kill him. That’s what the mayor said, right?”\n\nRevakulgr felt an odd mix of offense mixed with absolute hilarity. Not only were they utterly inexperienced, but they were believing everything that the mayor had told them? These were not hunters in the slightest, but rather travelers that were looking for a quick bit of gold. It would be interesting to see them try…\n\nIf he were not also incensed at the fact that they were wasting his time. \n\n[i]If I must fight, I prefer a reason…[/i]\n\nAs it stood, there was no reason to give them the glory of a fight with a dragon. The black-scaled beast planned on finishing this quickly. However, first…\n\nHe shifted around the beams of light that trickled through the trees, finding his way along the branches to the tree that held their horses in safe-keeping. The dragon shifted his length along the tree, allowing his tail to slowly dangle down. The four two-leggers were paying him no attention, and he knew for a fact that they would not notice what he did. The dragon smiled to himself, and then – \n\nFlick. \n\nThe reins shattered, and the horses whinnied. The fox and human male turned quickly, but not quickly enough as the mounts fled back down the road. They had sensed him, even if the others had not, and knew their danger. Revakulgr allowed them to flee, knowing that his belly would be fed in other ways today. \n\nBut how did the two-leggers react? Interestingly. \n\n“Well…that makes things more complicated,” Jess, the wolf female, muttered. \n\n“Yeah? It makes things fucking hard,” the human male, Roger, complained. “How are we going to carry anything back now?”\n\n“I’d be more concerned about how they got free,” Felix, the fox, said. “We did tie them down quite securely.”\n\n“Am I the only one that sees a tail dangling off the tree?” \n\nLisa. The human female. The only one with a hint of sense, and increasingly, the only one that interested him in the bunch. The dark-scaled dragon chuckled, and as the other members of the makeshift party turned to see where she was pointing, he lunged. \n\nThe screams of fear were perfect, as were the mis-aimed bolts that went flying into the air. Ka-chunk, ka-chunk went the crossbows, and he could hear the force of their recoil, the way that they knocked Lisa and Felix to the ground when they tried to use them. Truly, they were more powerful than the average crossbow. \n\nNot powerful enough, however. \n\nHe swung his tail about, slapping the crossbow out of Roger’s hand, and then turned to Jess. Rearing back his head, he roared, not fire, but darkness. Rolling tendrils of shadow flowed from his jaws like water from a broken dam, and it spread around them, blinding all members of the group. They screamed, they fumbled, they tried to find him or each other, but the darkness swallowed them all. \n\nAnd he, of course, took one of them to swallow himself. \n\nRevakulgr grabbed hold of the fox as he took to the forest again, dragging the vulpine traveler along behind him. There was no need to treat him gently; he had obviously had no qualms about hunting one that had yet to move far from his forest. The fox complained with every impact, until he went still, likely knocked out. \n\nIt would make the meal far simpler when it happened. \n\n#\n\nThe dark dragon had no compunctions about eating his enemies. He had done it a number of times in the past, though only once with a knight in full plate. Digesting that had been a difficult proposition, to put it mildly, and he had made a personal promise to himself to never trouble his digestive system to that degree ever again. \n\nHowever, the fox was not dressed in such protective garments. Rather than metal, he wore leather, and that was merely a part of an animal that had been treated to be stronger. He could handle that. \n\nThe dragon used one forepaw to pull the fox’s boots off, however. That was a bit more than he was willing to stomach, particularly if they had been riding for long. He didn’t need to taste dust and earth to that degree. \n\nThe fox had yet to wake, and he imagined that it would be for the best for the young man. He had made his mistake. At least, in this case, he would not be awake for the consequences. For all that he knew, he had died from a head injury while being dragged away from the rest of his group, and now, he would be digested before he knew what had happened to him.\n\nRevakulgr leaned his head down, dragging his tongue along the fox’s toes for a moment before pushing more of the long, slimy thing from his mouth. It wrapped about the fox’s ankles, pulling the rogue towards him. Soft fur and hardened pads pressed against the roof of his mouth for a moment before he was able to get them further back, right to the top of his throat. \n\nA single swallow was enough to keep the process going, the fox starting to slide into his mouth. He groaned softly to himself, feeling the meat in his neck, feeling the toes dragging along the inside of his throat. Furred legs were dragging across his tongue, then the leather covered them, giving him only the taste of the well-worn, edible armor. 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He swallowed hard, making sure that it actually did go down, feeling the tightness in his neck and throat, followed by the slow bulge that was taking form in his gut. \n\nA few more pets along his neck encouraged the fall, but he knew that it was only the start. As the fox popped out of his neck into his stomach, creating the mother of all bulges, he slowly lowered himself to the forest floor, allowing himself to burble, to digest, to feel the way that the intruder was already breaking down. \n\nThere was a squirm, then, a sudden shift. He could almost hear the scream that came up his throat, a feeling of pain before the acids of his stomach truly set to work. Revakulgr shook his head. \n\nHe supposed that the world was not so merciful after all. \n\n#\n\nThe digestion process was swift enough, particularly as he still had a massive amount of room in his stomach. He could take another into his guts, and he knew which one he wanted next. After all, he already had his male; he didn’t need another just yet. \n\nThe black dragon took to the darkness once more, following the feeling of others in his lair. He would not have known of their approach if he had not seen them in his dream…until they reached the forest. This place, these woods, were his, and all dragons knew down to the most intimate of details what was among the things they owned. \n\nIt took him perhaps five minutes to find the remaining three members of the group. Lisa and Jess were back to back, walking with a slow turn so that they could keep their eyes on everything, while Roger was at the back of the group, keeping his eyes towards the canopy of the forest. It seemed that they had learned a trifle, but not enough. \n\nThe black dragon chortled deep in his throat as the last screams of the digesting fox finally disappeared. He took a place of rest among the leaves, and willed himself to shimmer into their darkness, becoming lost in their shadows. The dragon disappeared, becoming mere pieces of himself rather than a single, solid dragon. \n\nThey were muttering to themselves again, and he listened. \n\n“He could be anywhere,” Jess said. “Keep your eyes open.”\n\n“I can’t – do you think Felix is still alive?” Robert asked. \n\n“I…I don’t know,” Lisa said. “Jess?”\n\n“Probably not.”\n\n“What?!”\n\n“Dragons eat those that challenge them. And now that we’re a man down, we should probably be ready for a very angry, very torturing dragon.”\n\n[i]…Well, that’s not wrong…but a little rude, I feel…[/i]\n\nThe human male had already been doomed to die, but the wolf’s words were pushing him to believe that she should be the one to die after. He only wished for a single additional follower, and the human woman was the only one that hadn’t insulted him yet. She was definitely in the running. \n\nAs it stood, however, his amusement with playing with them was running thin. He had many options with how to deal with them. The darkness would work again, he was sure, and the human would be easy prey. Or he could force shame upon them until they died of humiliation. Such was within his powers as a dragon of darkness. \n\nThere were countless other ways that he could torment them, to teach them the error of their ways. It was merely a matter of picking the one that felt best for that particular moment in time. \n\nRevakulgr looked at the two females, and smiled. He believed he had the perfect thing. \n\nOpening his maw, the great dragon breathed out. Not darkness, this time, but something just as ancient. He whispered not to the two-leggers, but to the weapons that they carried. He whispered to them as a lord of mountains and metal, as a master of sky and earth. He spoke to the ores that lay within the crossbows, and as he did, he tempted them. \n\nHe tempted them with rest, for were they not tired? Were they not aching from carrying the load of their weapons? Were they not strained, holding that tension for so long? It would feel so good to let go of that, to allow the tension to stop. \n\nAnd as he had known it would happen, as the ancient words of dragons poured from his open mouth, the metals listened. \n\nThree rapid ‘ka-chunk’ sounds filled the air, and as they did, the crossbows shattered. Their wires, their strings, everything that allowed them to pull back a bolt and hold it were broken at once. The two-leggers screamed, and the dragon moved. \n\nRevakulgr threw his head down, holding tight to his branch all the while. Roger’s head filled his mouth, then his shoulders. The black dragon bit down, and his teeth cut through armor and cloth, right down to flesh and bone. The human jerked, gasping, and the dragon knew that he had cut a lung, at the very least. Possibly the heart. \n\nThe rich taste of blood filled his mouth, and he tossed his head back, allowing the human to fall down his throat. Just as he had done with the fox earlier, he swallowed, allowing gravity to do the work, pulling him right down his neck, right down to the base of it before he fell into his stomach. \n\nThere were no screams, this time. He imagined that the human’s heart and lungs could not take the lack of air. \n\nDropping the rest of the way to the ground, the great dragon stepped forward, his forelegs and hind-legs stomping into the earth. The wolf and human females bounced up and down as he deliberately exaggerated his size and heft, making sure that they understood the exact measure of their fate. \n\nHe looked them in the eyes, and the wolf looked determined, while the human stared in awe. Yes, there was a clear decision there. He chuckled. \n\n“It seems that you did not understand who you were facing.”\n\n“…There were no names mentioned at the keep,” the wolf admitted. \n\n“I am –”\n\n“Revakulgr.”\n\nThe dark dragon’s eyeridges rose at the human’s mutterings. He turned to face her more directly, and the red-haired, pale-skinned woman looked down. \n\n“Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”\n\n“You interrupted…correctly. I did not anticipate that.”\n\n“I…studied,” Lisa admitted while Jess turned to stare at her. “I’ve always been fascinated by dragons, and the ones with names that could be found…”\n\n“You studied mine, then?”\n\nShe nodded. \n\n“How deeply?”\n\n“Deep enough to know what is going to happen next…if I want to live…”\n\nShe was reaching for the bottom of her tunic, starting to pull it over her head, when Jess grabbed her by the wrist. The wolf leaned over, hissing, whispering, but the dragon could still hear. She underestimated him. \n\n“What are you doing?!”\n\n“What I can to live.”\n\n“You can’t be serious. He’s going to rip you apart!”\n\n“Only if he forces it. I know the math; it’ll fit.”\n\n“You – oh, god, you…You want it?! I can smell it on you already.”\n\n“…”\n\nLisa was blushing, but she was not denying it. And besides, he could smell it, too. She was starting to soak her leathers, and she was more than ready for someone like him. His cock throbbed slightly; it was the first time that he had not needed to start with force in a while. \n\nIn short order, the human woman was naked as could be. Curly red hairs dotted around her sex, and she had fairly full breasts for her species. She looked like someone that had been taking good care of herself, too, considering that she looked like she was well-fed and well-trained. \n\nShe went to a log, getting on her belly and throwing herself over it, even going so far as to hold her ass cheeks apart. Revakulgr chuckled. \n\n“It seems that you have some training with ferals…”\n\n“I’ve wanted to…I imagined it…”\n\n“Well, let us see if reality lives up to your imaginings…And you.”\n\nHe swept his tail out, tripping the slowly-retreating wolf woman off her feet, sending her tumbling to the ground, hard. She grunted at the impact, and then gasped as he brought one hind-paw down on her, forcing her head between the toes, forcing her to stare up as his cock started to drop from between his hind-legs. \n\n“You are going to watch…and perhaps…if I am fully sated…I will not eat you at the end of this.”\n\nHe dragged her along, feeling her body soften and dent beneath his paw. She could quite easily die beneath his foot, but he made sure that she did not have the guarantee of it. The wolf was situated over softer earth, something that she could sink into if she was pushed on, and which she could not easily dig through. She would be forced to stare as the human woman was rutted, and he planned on ensuring that they both got a good lesson from this. \n\nHe huddled himself closer and closer to the human female, smelling her heat rising from between her legs. There was obvious need between her thighs, and that need was growing stronger by the second. He leaned in, breathed in her scent, and his cock throbbed all the harder. \n\n“Mmm…”\n\n“You will…breed me?” she asked, looking over her shoulder. \n\n“Human…I will do more than that.”\n\nHe brought himself closer, still, dragging his forelegs over the log, pressing down on her with his great bulk. She gasped from him, and he slowly rolled his hips forward, dragging his two-foot cock along her slit, riding the channel from her sex to her ass, and then back down again. She was so wet that his shaft was soaked in seconds, and he smiled as she started whimpering for him. \n\n“Yes…I will do far more than that.”\n\nAnd with no more warning, he slammed in. She wheezed as he drove the air from her lungs, her eyes rolling back, her body going slack and yet stiff at the same time. Her sex clenched down, hard, and he could tell that she wasn’t sure if she was loving it or trying to push him back out. \n\nIt didn’t matter. He was going in. \n\nHe rolled his hips again, hunching and humping in the way of the feral, and inch after inch of his cock sheathed itself inside of her body. The human could find no words, not even to scream, and she was clearly trying. Her head dropped completely to the earth below, and she wheezed against the crook of her arm as she struggled to take him. If it wasn’t for the fallen log, she would have fallen below fucking height almost immediately. \n\nAs for the wolf…\n\nHe felt her squirming behind his hind-paw, and he knew that she was trying to wriggle her way out from under it. She didn’t like this, not nearly to the degree that the human did, and she was trying to find her way to get free. It wouldn’t happen, and he reminded her of that by pushing down. Just a bit, just enough for her to feel the weight, to see the claws of his toes on either side of her face, to know the consequences of further rebellion. \n\nShe gasped for breath, coughing, sputtering. It was still louder than the wheezing of the human as he took her. \n\nIn and out, in and out he went, his cock dragging at her inner walls more and more the deeper he went. He had already punctured her, filled her past what any human could have normally taken, and yet, she still wheezed for more. Her eyes were wide, but rolled back, showing that she had no understanding, no comprehension of what was happening to her. She had lost all awareness of the world around her. \n\nAll she knew, all that he knew she knew, was that she needed more. \n\nHer hole clenched at him, milked at him, tried to drag him deeper, so he gave it what it wanted. Further, deeper, harder. He rammed himself forward, his haunches delivering harder, faster thrusts than any human being might have done. She was lost to him, her body surrendering, her mind getting dragged along for the ride. \n\nIt didn’t take long for her to have her first orgasm, for him to feel her body giving up the ghost of stubbornness as he rammed her full of his cock. She came on his bestial shaft without shame, and moaned, finally finding the air for it. \n\n“More…”\n\nThat was all she said, and it was all he needed to hear. He hammered forward, driving his dick down her chute again, and she moaned more for him, arching her back as she started to recover from the deep, impossible penetration. It didn’t take her long to be bracing herself against the log, fucking herself on the bottom half of his shaft. \n\nAnd Jess…\n\nJess looked up, staring in awe and disgust at the human woman. The wolf’s humiliation was complete. She only had one fate left to her, a fate that would be complete when he finished his fun with the human. \n\nAnd when that was done, he had something else that needed doing. If the city was willing to send travelers after him, to try and find a hoard that was not theirs, then they needed to learn the lesson of submission, as well. \n\nHe would have to visit Esula, and see just what could be done there. \n\nBut that was for later. Lisa moaned, her tongue hanging out of her mouth, her face warm and red and twisted with the need for more. She looked drunk on her pleasure, drunk on his cock, and he chortled deep in his chest. \n\n“You want it, human?”\n\n“So…so badly…”\n\n“Then…”\n\nHe lifted her from the log, holding her to his belly. Slowly, he rolled her to the side, then on her back. \n\n“Hold on…and take it as I walk…”\n\nHe stepped off of the wolf, and as the human lost herself in his scales, his cock, and her pleasure, he leaned down. It was time for his meal…\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Revakulgr has had his forest invaded again, and this time, he decides to take harsher steps with the invaders…well, mostly. \n\nTags: M/F, vore, dragon, fox, wolf, human, vaginal, bestiality, zoophilia, intelligent feral, oral vore, digestion, magic, miniseries, fantasy, feral dragon, ",
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An Expanded Mastery Part 1 For Rwolf913 By Draconicon
The dragon of shadow and darkness lay with his new toys wrapped in the coils of his tail, and their house – or its shell, at the very least – a serviceable post for him to lean on in his sleep. Revakulgr was his name, with titles to come in the future, but for now, merely the ruler of the forest in which they lay. The dragon slept, but instead of dreams, his mind wandered far and wide across the world they lived in, seeing things that others could not, what should not be allowed.
Revakulgr twitched in his sleep, his tail tightening around the vixen and her husband inside of it. He could feel them in his sleep, and he eased his grip. Not out of kindness, but out of practicality. The female was a source of pleasure, and the male the source of something different. Humiliation, he supposed, and more, something to feed on. He smiled slightly, reality and dream mixing before he pushed them apart once more.
The dragon’s mind flew on wings of shadow, flitting through the gaps in the beams of light. Even under the bright sun of mid-day, there were gaps between the beams, places where his mind could go, little places where he could hide and spy on the world beyond his forests. He had little interest, for the most part, but with others trying to settle in his woods again, he knew that time was short before he would have to deal with more intruders. It was merely a matter of when, and who.
His mind fluttered towards a nearby town, and in the process, he spied a cluster of horses that were speeding away. In curiosity, he turned his attention from the walled town to those mounted figures, flying down on wings of dream.
There were four of them, two humans, and two of the furred species. They were divided along the lines of species and sex, with two males, two females. One of each. They were riding quickly, and some –
No, all were armed, and each with a potent crossbow, one that was made of metal rather than mere wood. The dragon’s mind took in that information, and then moved on, flying from the riding quartet back to the town form which they’d come.
He flew his dream-self to the tallest tower of the town keep, finding his way into a throne room of sorts. A throne room that had no right to be a throne room, as a matter of fact. It flickered with light, yes, and there was a high-seated chair towards the back of the room, but this was a town, not a kingdom. There should have been a mayor, no more.
And the mayor, here, sat in state, tapping his fingers on the edge of his throne. Revakulgr flew to him, perching his shadow on the edge of the chair, and looking down at the human male that seemed so intent on something.
What are you doing? the dragon wondered. What have you planned?
“They’ve already left?” the human asked.
An aide, someone slightly foggier – likely with their own magic – nodded. The mayor nodded.
“Then they’ll have a chance to get rid of him.”
“There is little likelihood that they’ll do anything more than annoy him, Lord Mayor.”
“There’s a chance, though. Their crossbows are the latest invention. They can even punch through dragon scales.”
“Even so, he is a crafty one, sir. He will likely have a way around that, if he knows that they’re coming.”
“Hmmph. Well…”
The mayor shook his head, leaning on one hand.
“If they fail, there’s no loss. They were travelers, anyway, expendable. But if they succeed, imagine what we could do with that hoard of his.”
Revakulgr felt the rumblings of laughter deep in his throat. Ah, yes, the mystical hoard of dragons. Many of them had greater hoards than they knew what to do with. He, on the other hand, had precisely enough. He worked within his means. He knew what to keep and what to trade, and he had yet to see anyone to gaze upon it with the great hunger that this mayor seemed to have.
But legends had a way of spreading, and he knew the hunger that the mayor had gained. Every living being on two legs, everyone with a concept of money, would hunger for dragon treasure once they realized that it existed. Once they realized the extent to which most dragons hoarded, they would hunt for it.
Or send others, as this coward had done.
Revakulgr waited for a few moments longer, but when there was no more speech to be heard, he took to his wings again. He flew from the keep, down the road, outpacing the ‘heroes’ sent to hunt him. He knew that they would arrive soon, but by the time that they reached the forest, he would be ready for them.
The black dragon’s mind reached his body, and he woke as they came together. He groaned as he lifted his head, looking down at the world through clear eyes once more.
The hazy black shadows around him cast by trees in the light of sunset came together with sharp edges once more. The half-seen foxes in the grip of his tail were now cleaner and more pristine, clear and sharp. Well, perhaps not clean; the female still dripped his seed, marked with it, and the male was darkened with dirt that had been tracked over him by one of the dragon’s hind-paws. He chuckled to himself, slowly pulling his tail from them until –
Thunk. The male fell first, and the female followed, toppling onto him. The pressure on her swollen gut forced a small squirt of the dragon’s seed to follow after, drenching the earth.
They both looked up at him immediately, their eyes locked with his. They shimmered with two different forms of devotion, and Revakulgr smiled. They knew their place, as he had taught it to them. They knew it well.
“Master,” they both whispered, bowing their heads.
“Do you know a town nearby?” the dragon asked.
“Esula, yes,” the male said.
“We moved from it. It was too expensive.”
“Why, master?”
“Because they have sent warriors to kill me.”
The foxes gasped in shock, and to their credit, they had no expression of relief cross their face. Neither seemed to wish for a rescue, nor for him to die. They had been broken in well during their first meeting.
The great dragon chuckled as he got to his feet, stretching his forelegs forward and his hind-legs back. They cracked slightly in the process, and the shadows swirled beneath his feet as he gathered his strength.
“They will find it impossible, of course.”
“Of course, Master,” the vixen said, smiling in adoration, her husband looking at the ground and nodding in agreement.
“You will wait here. If there is one that is suitable to keep, then perhaps you will have a new acquaintance before the day is out. And if not…”
They did not question him at that. They knew what the other possibility was. They could easily end up in the dragon’s stomach, and that was the long and short of it. Revakulgr was a dragon, and that meant that the laws of the two-leggers did not apply to him. He could do as he would, when he would, and there was none that could stop him.
He closed his eyes, and with nothing but a wish, he faded into the shadows once more.
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When he appeared again, he was at the border of the forest, settled and coiled around the top of a tree that barely shaded him from the sun. The dark-scaled dragon smiled to himself as he saw the cloud of dust approaching, knowing that he had forewarning, and that the travelers obviously had no idea what they were walking into. If they had any experience in hunting dragons, they would have left their horses behind some way back, ensuring that they did not make noise coming upon his lair.
He narrowed his eyes, looking upon the riders. There were four of them, as he had seen in the dream vision. A human male, a human female. A female wolf, and a male fox. They were riding in a square, the two males in front, the two females in back, and all of them were facing straight towards the woods.
If he were to take wing, he imagined that he could do a great deal to them before they even realized that he was among them. They would struggle, yes, fight and scream, but he would have used his breath to bring them low, and then his talons and tail would suffice for the rest. If he wanted merely to murder them, that would have been the way.
But no. They had committed to an action most selfish and stupid, and he wished to see them pay.
So, he watched, and he waited. The four riders came to a halt just outside the woods, and they took their horses to the nearest tree. One by one, they tied them up with their reins rather than with rope, and the dragon suppressed his amusement, satisfying himself with a shake of his head. They truly were rank amateurs not to use something stronger.
The dragon slowly crept to the edge of his branch, leaning his head down to listen to them. Words were being exchanged, and he would hear them.
“This is a suicide mission, you know that?”
That came from the human woman, and the dragon had to bite back a chuckle. At least one of them seemed to have some sort of understanding of the mission that they’d undertaken. The rest were still as clueless as could be, and he imagined that they’d have a very hard time admitting how much danger they were in.
Yet, even the human woman seemed vaguely excited, and the reason was soon explained.
“And yet, you’re still here. Still dreaming of seeing a dragon up close, Lisa?” the fox asked.
“Just because I’m interested in the exotic, Felix –”
“Don’t let that get in the way,” the human male said, pulling his crossbow free of his saddlebags. “We’re here to get paid.”
“No, you’re here to get paid,” the wolf female said, shaking her head. “Roger, the rest of us didn’t even want this contract. You’re the one that dragged us into it.”
“Well, I’m going to get us all paid. We’ll be able to live like kings with our percentages of that hoard.”
“I wouldn’t mind just having a few of the magical items, admittedly,” the fox – Felix – said. “I think that there’d be a great deal of magical worth in that hoard. Dragons are, after all, quite discriminating in what they collect. Isn’t that right, Jess?”
“I guess,” the wolf admitted, shaking her head. “But still, this is going to be dangerous. If we’re going to do it, let’s do this right.”
“What’s so hard about it?” Roger asked. “Just point the crossbow and shoot. The arrows are strong enough to kill him. That’s what the mayor said, right?”
Revakulgr felt an odd mix of offense mixed with absolute hilarity. Not only were they utterly inexperienced, but they were believing everything that the mayor had told them? These were not hunters in the slightest, but rather travelers that were looking for a quick bit of gold. It would be interesting to see them try…
If he were not also incensed at the fact that they were wasting his time.
If I must fight, I prefer a reason…
As it stood, there was no reason to give them the glory of a fight with a dragon. The black-scaled beast planned on finishing this quickly. However, first…
He shifted around the beams of light that trickled through the trees, finding his way along the branches to the tree that held their horses in safe-keeping. The dragon shifted his length along the tree, allowing his tail to slowly dangle down. The four two-leggers were paying him no attention, and he knew for a fact that they would not notice what he did. The dragon smiled to himself, and then –
Flick.
The reins shattered, and the horses whinnied. The fox and human male turned quickly, but not quickly enough as the mounts fled back down the road. They had sensed him, even if the others had not, and knew their danger. Revakulgr allowed them to flee, knowing that his belly would be fed in other ways today.
But how did the two-leggers react? Interestingly.
“Well…that makes things more complicated,” Jess, the wolf female, muttered.
“Yeah? It makes things fucking hard,” the human male, Roger, complained. “How are we going to carry anything back now?”
“I’d be more concerned about how they got free,” Felix, the fox, said. “We did tie them down quite securely.”
“Am I the only one that sees a tail dangling off the tree?”
Lisa. The human female. The only one with a hint of sense, and increasingly, the only one that interested him in the bunch. The dark-scaled dragon chuckled, and as the other members of the makeshift party turned to see where she was pointing, he lunged.
The screams of fear were perfect, as were the mis-aimed bolts that went flying into the air. Ka-chunk, ka-chunk went the crossbows, and he could hear the force of their recoil, the way that they knocked Lisa and Felix to the ground when they tried to use them. Truly, they were more powerful than the average crossbow.
Not powerful enough, however.
He swung his tail about, slapping the crossbow out of Roger’s hand, and then turned to Jess. Rearing back his head, he roared, not fire, but darkness. Rolling tendrils of shadow flowed from his jaws like water from a broken dam, and it spread around them, blinding all members of the group. They screamed, they fumbled, they tried to find him or each other, but the darkness swallowed them all.
And he, of course, took one of them to swallow himself.
Revakulgr grabbed hold of the fox as he took to the forest again, dragging the vulpine traveler along behind him. There was no need to treat him gently; he had obviously had no qualms about hunting one that had yet to move far from his forest. The fox complained with every impact, until he went still, likely knocked out.
It would make the meal far simpler when it happened.
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The dark dragon had no compunctions about eating his enemies. He had done it a number of times in the past, though only once with a knight in full plate. Digesting that had been a difficult proposition, to put it mildly, and he had made a personal promise to himself to never trouble his digestive system to that degree ever again.
However, the fox was not dressed in such protective garments. Rather than metal, he wore leather, and that was merely a part of an animal that had been treated to be stronger. He could handle that.
The dragon used one forepaw to pull the fox’s boots off, however. That was a bit more than he was willing to stomach, particularly if they had been riding for long. He didn’t need to taste dust and earth to that degree.
The fox had yet to wake, and he imagined that it would be for the best for the young man. He had made his mistake. At least, in this case, he would not be awake for the consequences. For all that he knew, he had died from a head injury while being dragged away from the rest of his group, and now, he would be digested before he knew what had happened to him.
Revakulgr leaned his head down, dragging his tongue along the fox’s toes for a moment before pushing more of the long, slimy thing from his mouth. It wrapped about the fox’s ankles, pulling the rogue towards him. Soft fur and hardened pads pressed against the roof of his mouth for a moment before he was able to get them further back, right to the top of his throat.
A single swallow was enough to keep the process going, the fox starting to slide into his mouth. He groaned softly to himself, feeling the meat in his neck, feeling the toes dragging along the inside of his throat. Furred legs were dragging across his tongue, then the leather covered them, giving him only the taste of the well-worn, edible armor. Revakulgr allowed himself to savor the taste for a moment, then slowly dragged his head back, letting gravity do more of the work, dragging the fox further down his throat.
Bit by bit, he slid along the black dragon’s tongue, and then into his neck. He brought one forepaw up, rubbing the bulge the lower half of the fox made in his throat, easing it down with soft, gentle pettings. The fox had still not stirred, though he did still breathe. There was little to be done about that.
Swallow, swallow, swallow, his throat working in clenching motions to drag his prey into his belly. He could feel the fox’s feet about to leave the tight tunnel, about to pop out towards his stomach, and he smiled in anticipation around the vulpine’s torso, then around his head.
Felix’s muzzle dangled back, making it easy for Revakulgr to toss his head back and force the intruder’s body down his neck, right down into his guts. He swallowed hard, making sure that it actually did go down, feeling the tightness in his neck and throat, followed by the slow bulge that was taking form in his gut.
A few more pets along his neck encouraged the fall, but he knew that it was only the start. As the fox popped out of his neck into his stomach, creating the mother of all bulges, he slowly lowered himself to the forest floor, allowing himself to burble, to digest, to feel the way that the intruder was already breaking down.
There was a squirm, then, a sudden shift. He could almost hear the scream that came up his throat, a feeling of pain before the acids of his stomach truly set to work. Revakulgr shook his head.
He supposed that the world was not so merciful after all.
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The digestion process was swift enough, particularly as he still had a massive amount of room in his stomach. He could take another into his guts, and he knew which one he wanted next. After all, he already had his male; he didn’t need another just yet.
The black dragon took to the darkness once more, following the feeling of others in his lair. He would not have known of their approach if he had not seen them in his dream…until they reached the forest. This place, these woods, were his, and all dragons knew down to the most intimate of details what was among the things they owned.
It took him perhaps five minutes to find the remaining three members of the group. Lisa and Jess were back to back, walking with a slow turn so that they could keep their eyes on everything, while Roger was at the back of the group, keeping his eyes towards the canopy of the forest. It seemed that they had learned a trifle, but not enough.
The black dragon chortled deep in his throat as the last screams of the digesting fox finally disappeared. He took a place of rest among the leaves, and willed himself to shimmer into their darkness, becoming lost in their shadows. The dragon disappeared, becoming mere pieces of himself rather than a single, solid dragon.
They were muttering to themselves again, and he listened.
“He could be anywhere,” Jess said. “Keep your eyes open.”
“I can’t – do you think Felix is still alive?” Robert asked.
“I…I don’t know,” Lisa said. “Jess?”
“Probably not.”
“What?!”
“Dragons eat those that challenge them. And now that we’re a man down, we should probably be ready for a very angry, very torturing dragon.”
…Well, that’s not wrong…but a little rude, I feel…
The human male had already been doomed to die, but the wolf’s words were pushing him to believe that she should be the one to die after. He only wished for a single additional follower, and the human woman was the only one that hadn’t insulted him yet. She was definitely in the running.
As it stood, however, his amusement with playing with them was running thin. He had many options with how to deal with them. The darkness would work again, he was sure, and the human would be easy prey. Or he could force shame upon them until they died of humiliation. Such was within his powers as a dragon of darkness.
There were countless other ways that he could torment them, to teach them the error of their ways. It was merely a matter of picking the one that felt best for that particular moment in time.
Revakulgr looked at the two females, and smiled. He believed he had the perfect thing.
Opening his maw, the great dragon breathed out. Not darkness, this time, but something just as ancient. He whispered not to the two-leggers, but to the weapons that they carried. He whispered to them as a lord of mountains and metal, as a master of sky and earth. He spoke to the ores that lay within the crossbows, and as he did, he tempted them.
He tempted them with rest, for were they not tired? Were they not aching from carrying the load of their weapons? Were they not strained, holding that tension for so long? It would feel so good to let go of that, to allow the tension to stop.
And as he had known it would happen, as the ancient words of dragons poured from his open mouth, the metals listened.
Three rapid ‘ka-chunk’ sounds filled the air, and as they did, the crossbows shattered. Their wires, their strings, everything that allowed them to pull back a bolt and hold it were broken at once. The two-leggers screamed, and the dragon moved.
Revakulgr threw his head down, holding tight to his branch all the while. Roger’s head filled his mouth, then his shoulders. The black dragon bit down, and his teeth cut through armor and cloth, right down to flesh and bone. The human jerked, gasping, and the dragon knew that he had cut a lung, at the very least. Possibly the heart.
The rich taste of blood filled his mouth, and he tossed his head back, allowing the human to fall down his throat. Just as he had done with the fox earlier, he swallowed, allowing gravity to do the work, pulling him right down his neck, right down to the base of it before he fell into his stomach.
There were no screams, this time. He imagined that the human’s heart and lungs could not take the lack of air.
Dropping the rest of the way to the ground, the great dragon stepped forward, his forelegs and hind-legs stomping into the earth. The wolf and human females bounced up and down as he deliberately exaggerated his size and heft, making sure that they understood the exact measure of their fate.
He looked them in the eyes, and the wolf looked determined, while the human stared in awe. Yes, there was a clear decision there. He chuckled.
“It seems that you did not understand who you were facing.”
“…There were no names mentioned at the keep,” the wolf admitted.
“I am –”
“Revakulgr.”
The dark dragon’s eyeridges rose at the human’s mutterings. He turned to face her more directly, and the red-haired, pale-skinned woman looked down.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“You interrupted…correctly. I did not anticipate that.”
“I…studied,” Lisa admitted while Jess turned to stare at her. “I’ve always been fascinated by dragons, and the ones with names that could be found…”
“You studied mine, then?”
She nodded.
“How deeply?”
“Deep enough to know what is going to happen next…if I want to live…”
She was reaching for the bottom of her tunic, starting to pull it over her head, when Jess grabbed her by the wrist. The wolf leaned over, hissing, whispering, but the dragon could still hear. She underestimated him.
“What are you doing?!”
“What I can to live.”
“You can’t be serious. He’s going to rip you apart!”
“Only if he forces it. I know the math; it’ll fit.”
“You – oh, god, you…You want it?! I can smell it on you already.”
“…”
Lisa was blushing, but she was not denying it. And besides, he could smell it, too. She was starting to soak her leathers, and she was more than ready for someone like him. His cock throbbed slightly; it was the first time that he had not needed to start with force in a while.
In short order, the human woman was naked as could be. Curly red hairs dotted around her sex, and she had fairly full breasts for her species. She looked like someone that had been taking good care of herself, too, considering that she looked like she was well-fed and well-trained.
She went to a log, getting on her belly and throwing herself over it, even going so far as to hold her ass cheeks apart. Revakulgr chuckled.
“It seems that you have some training with ferals…”
“I’ve wanted to…I imagined it…”
“Well, let us see if reality lives up to your imaginings…And you.”
He swept his tail out, tripping the slowly-retreating wolf woman off her feet, sending her tumbling to the ground, hard. She grunted at the impact, and then gasped as he brought one hind-paw down on her, forcing her head between the toes, forcing her to stare up as his cock started to drop from between his hind-legs.
“You are going to watch…and perhaps…if I am fully sated…I will not eat you at the end of this.”
He dragged her along, feeling her body soften and dent beneath his paw. She could quite easily die beneath his foot, but he made sure that she did not have the guarantee of it. The wolf was situated over softer earth, something that she could sink into if she was pushed on, and which she could not easily dig through. She would be forced to stare as the human woman was rutted, and he planned on ensuring that they both got a good lesson from this.
He huddled himself closer and closer to the human female, smelling her heat rising from between her legs. There was obvious need between her thighs, and that need was growing stronger by the second. He leaned in, breathed in her scent, and his cock throbbed all the harder.
“Mmm…”
“You will…breed me?” she asked, looking over her shoulder.
“Human…I will do more than that.”
He brought himself closer, still, dragging his forelegs over the log, pressing down on her with his great bulk. She gasped from him, and he slowly rolled his hips forward, dragging his two-foot cock along her slit, riding the channel from her sex to her ass, and then back down again. She was so wet that his shaft was soaked in seconds, and he smiled as she started whimpering for him.
“Yes…I will do far more than that.”
And with no more warning, he slammed in. She wheezed as he drove the air from her lungs, her eyes rolling back, her body going slack and yet stiff at the same time. Her sex clenched down, hard, and he could tell that she wasn’t sure if she was loving it or trying to push him back out.
It didn’t matter. He was going in.
He rolled his hips again, hunching and humping in the way of the feral, and inch after inch of his cock sheathed itself inside of her body. The human could find no words, not even to scream, and she was clearly trying. Her head dropped completely to the earth below, and she wheezed against the crook of her arm as she struggled to take him. If it wasn’t for the fallen log, she would have fallen below fucking height almost immediately.
As for the wolf…
He felt her squirming behind his hind-paw, and he knew that she was trying to wriggle her way out from under it. She didn’t like this, not nearly to the degree that the human did, and she was trying to find her way to get free. It wouldn’t happen, and he reminded her of that by pushing down. Just a bit, just enough for her to feel the weight, to see the claws of his toes on either side of her face, to know the consequences of further rebellion.
She gasped for breath, coughing, sputtering. It was still louder than the wheezing of the human as he took her.
In and out, in and out he went, his cock dragging at her inner walls more and more the deeper he went. He had already punctured her, filled her past what any human could have normally taken, and yet, she still wheezed for more. Her eyes were wide, but rolled back, showing that she had no understanding, no comprehension of what was happening to her. She had lost all awareness of the world around her.
All she knew, all that he knew she knew, was that she needed more.
Her hole clenched at him, milked at him, tried to drag him deeper, so he gave it what it wanted. Further, deeper, harder. He rammed himself forward, his haunches delivering harder, faster thrusts than any human being might have done. She was lost to him, her body surrendering, her mind getting dragged along for the ride.
It didn’t take long for her to have her first orgasm, for him to feel her body giving up the ghost of stubbornness as he rammed her full of his cock. She came on his bestial shaft without shame, and moaned, finally finding the air for it.
“More…”
That was all she said, and it was all he needed to hear. He hammered forward, driving his dick down her chute again, and she moaned more for him, arching her back as she started to recover from the deep, impossible penetration. It didn’t take her long to be bracing herself against the log, fucking herself on the bottom half of his shaft.
And Jess…
Jess looked up, staring in awe and disgust at the human woman. The wolf’s humiliation was complete. She only had one fate left to her, a fate that would be complete when he finished his fun with the human.
And when that was done, he had something else that needed doing. If the city was willing to send travelers after him, to try and find a hoard that was not theirs, then they needed to learn the lesson of submission, as well.
He would have to visit Esula, and see just what could be done there.
But that was for later. Lisa moaned, her tongue hanging out of her mouth, her face warm and red and twisted with the need for more. She looked drunk on her pleasure, drunk on his cock, and he chortled deep in his chest.
“You want it, human?”
“So…so badly…”
“Then…”
He lifted her from the log, holding her to his belly. Slowly, he rolled her to the side, then on her back.
“Hold on…and take it as I walk…”
He stepped off of the wolf, and as the human lost herself in his scales, his cock, and her pleasure, he leaned down. It was time for his meal…
The End
Summary: Revakulgr has had his forest invaded again, and this time, he decides to take harsher steps with the invaders…well, mostly.