2 comments/ 10022 views/ 8 favorites Dragonkin Ch. 01 By: FaeLissa Author's note and warning: the following story contains subject matter for mature audiences only. I won't list all the possible "offending topics", I'll just warn you that I don't get offended by much and I tend to forget what things might offend other people. No actual dragons were harmed in the creation of this story. Lissa -- Chapter 1 - Leaving Home Hearing a rush of air and the sound of flapping, such as sheets in the wind or giant wings, Catrin opened the door, a poorly fitted plank held in place by rope hinges, and stuck her head out. Biting her lip to stop herself from gasping and making noise, she ducked back inside and looked for the sword that was supposed to be by the door, but couldn't find it and ended up grabbing a crude meat knife from the slab of rock that served as a cooking counter, then looked around for something to use as a shield, and found nothing. With a mental sigh of exasperation Cat found a short leather skirt and wrapped it around her waist, then pulled a waist-length leather vest on to protect her upper body. They didn't cover much, but if she had to fight that beast she wanted at least her most sensitive bits protected. Armed and armored as best she could be, Catrin stepped quietly to the door again, her bare feet silent on the dirt that passed as a floor in her stone hut. She knew she should just be still and hope the thing went away, but not knowing if it was coming to the door or not was too scary. She looked out again. "Dragons are supposed to be much bigger than that," Catrin mused. "Bigger than a house or even two houses." She watched as the creature examined a rough iron axe, then tossed it into the wood pile. Standing on two legs, it was balancing itself with a tail that could easily be as long as the rest of its body. About ten feet tall, double her height, covered in greenish scales, its lizard-like head swung side to side on a long thick neck, and seemed to consist of way too many teeth and spikes. Its arms were about the right length for a man of about eight feet, but ended in clawed hands that were much too large. Cat could easily imagine those hands wrapped around her head and crushing it. The legs appeared to be a bit short and overly muscled, but the feet ending in large clawed toes were very long and bony. In spite of its apparent small size it had huge wings, big enough to wrap itself in if it wanted. Bat-like, with long bony fingers separating skin-like membranes into sections that fluttered in the breeze, they were halfway folded to its body. The small dragon (relative to the size dragons were rumored to be) appeared to be searching for something and not rampaging as she expected. Instead of throwing and smashing everything it was picking up, it was studying, sniffing, and tasting with a large thick tongue before tossing. Some of the casual tosses sent items flying considerable distances, attesting to the strength of the muscular arms. Watching what it picked up and tossed away gave no clue as to what it was searching for, as the items didn't seem to have anything in common other than being near the hut, which it seemed to be gradually approaching during its search. It stopped and turned one eye toward the hut, then turned its head and looked with the other eye. Its nostrils twitched as if sniffing and its mouth opened, a long, narrow, forked tongue slipping out from under the large, thick one it had been tasting things with, probing the air. The creature's attention seemed to be completely on the hut now, and its tail was shifting side to side a bit more deliberately. Turning its face to look with both eyes it leaned forward, got up on its clawed toes, and started moving slowly toward the hut, more ungainly waddling than walking. Catrin tied the door's rope handle to the peg sticking out of the wall, then backed away until her back was against the far wall, perhaps twelve feet from the doorway. The one-room circular hut, made of piled stones and badly thatched roof, could probably stand against the beast, but Cat wasn't sure if it could get through the doorway or not, and her cooking knife was looking more like a toy than a weapon at this point. While the front of the winged lizard looked like it had bands of tough hide instead of scales, it still looked as if it would be just as hard to cut through as leather, and she knew how unlikely it was for her to manage that. She sat on the floor and curled up as tight as she could, biting her lips to keep from making mouth noises. She peed on her feet and legs, trembling in fear, the warm liquid feeling soothing. Hitting the walls with its claws, the dragon moved around the hut until one clawed hand hit the door a hard blow, making it move and creak against its ropes. The creature focused its attack on the door and bits of wood started to fly off where it punched and clawed. Strands of the makeshift rope hinges and latch popped at each blow. When the scent of the girl's urine reached the beast it seemed to double its efforts, pounding harder and faster. At one point it got its claws around one edge of the plank and yanked, but let go when the back of its hand slammed into the rocks making up the doorframe. The harder it worked the more it seemed to go from a concerted effort to get in toward a mindless attack on the door. The door caved. Catrin squealed as the beast tried to push in through the open doorway, stomping on the remains of the door. Her body betrayed her and the foul stench of involuntary bowel action filled the hut. Catrin hid her face in her arms as the creature, too large for the door, bellowed, its breath, stinking of rotting meat and flammable gases, added to the unbreathable air. The combination of fear and noxious gases overwhelmed her. Waking to the sound of fighting, roaring, and rocks falling, Catrin uncurled slowly and looked toward the doorway, which was significantly wider than it had been when she was last aware. The dragon was backed into the doorway, it's wings bent and trapped, and it was roaring outward, its tail thrashing at the walls inside the hut, just barely missing her. From outside she heard the sound of metal hitting something else and a man shouting insults and threats; she presumed at the large beast, and easily recognized the voice as her father's. From the way the dragon was thrashing around she guessed it was defending itself against her father's clumsy sword and verbal abuse. Through the sounds of battle she thought she heard her mother shrieking, which would be normal. As far as she could recall that was all her mother ever did. Ignoring the mess she'd made of herself, Catrin eased around the edge of the small room, staying near the stone wall and out of the way of the thrashing tail. Raising her knife she prepared to hack at the creature's thick neck, but stopped in shock as she saw over its shoulder what was going on outside. Not more than ten feet away her father, in rough leather trousers, boots, and jacket, was fighting wildly with two swords against two men in cloth and chain link. He seemed to be trying to drive the men into the reach of the dragon, constantly circling and jumping around to keep on the far side of them. Further away, a third man in chain was holding her mother, wearing her usual useless cloth dress, by the hair while she knelt to his side screaming, making no effort to escape or fight. Nearer, each time one of the men in chain got within reach of the dragon he was clawed or smacked by the beast's hands, yet the man in leather, her father, wasn't. Catrin started trying to squeeze between the creature and the doorway, intending to help her father. The dragon's wings, stuck in the doorway, made it difficult for Catrin to get through. Even being small wasn't helping much, as the dragon had only knocked loose enough rocks to get itself wedged in tightly, leaving a space not much larger than Cat's head. Trying to climb over the dragon did nothing more than scrape her belly and chest against the warm, almost hot, rough scales, and hitting it to make it move seemed to have no effect at all, not even getting its attention. Watching through the gap she saw her father weakening faster than the men he was fighting, until he dropped to one knee. The men leaped, and one of them found the dull point of a sword can pierce chain link when the wearer dives onto it at the right angle. The other man knocked her father over and raised his sword. The creature, with Catrin still climbing on his side, roared, and with a violent thrashing managed to break free of the hut, tearing out more stones and lunging at the man in chain. Catrin fell, got caught by the thrashing tail, and was tossed ten feet across the clearing to land in a woodpile. Shaking her head, her vision cleared just in time to see the dragon bite the arm off the man attacking her father as the remaining man, with her screaming mother in tow, ran away. Catrin leaped to her feet, swayed dizzily, then staggered toward her father as the dragon dismembered the man in chain. Keeping her eyes on her father, Catrin tried to stumble toward him. Seeing him sit up inspired her to try to run, but he suddenly yelled, "Stop!" She looked around, trying to see what he was yelling about, and saw the dragon charging toward her. She dove to the dirt and rolled the rest of the distance as the dragon's claws swept the air where her head had been. Shaking violently, she let her father scoop her up and pull her to his lap, then watched, stunned, as the dragon stumbled close, sat on its heels, using its tail for balance, and looked at them, flapping its half folded wings slowly. "The smelly one is yours, Bradan man?" The dragon hissed and gargled out the words. The sound of its voice brought to mind the image of steam escaping from hot stones rolling down a hill of metal plates bouncing on a pile of hollow logs. "Yes, Aedan, the smelly one is mine. My daughter." Bradan held Catrin tightly, as if afraid she would vanish as quickly as her mother had. "Although she doesn't usually smell like this." The dragon chuckled, a noise even more chaotic than its speaking voice, "That may be my fault. I assumed it was food and was attempting to prepare dinner. I fear I scared the shit out of it." It nodded toward Catrin, "since you belong to Bradan man I shan't try to eat you again." Catrin tried to curl into a ball in her father's lap, whimpering a little. "Good. I'm not ready to die." She looked up to her father's face, "there is something wrong here. Our house is smashed by a dragon that wanted to eat me and stopped to help you fight the soldiers that stole mother, and we're sitting here talking to it as if it was an old family friend." Snorting in derision, Bradan squeezed his daughter tightly again. "They're welcome to her. She was only useful as a hostage, and since they stopped caring if she lived she wasn't any use at all." He kissed Catrin's forehead, "the only thing she ever did right was make you. Not that she wanted to, but her wants really didn't matter much." He waved toward the dragon, "and he's a he, not an it. I call him Aedan because he's a fire dragon, or will be when he grows up a bit more. His chosen name sounds like choking on lightning while trying to drink acid and sing at the same time. It sounds so painful I never even made the slightest effort to say it." Kissing her on the forehead, he added, "sorry he tried to eat you, Cat. I expected to get here first and introduce you. Damn soldiers." Wiggling uncomfortably, Catrin rolled off her father's lap and stood up, digging at the ground with her toes, "I have to go clean up, I'm a bit of a mess. You can finish explaining in a minute." Walking gingerly around the dragon, she went to the hut and picked up some of the harsh soap she used for cleaning everything and went out and around to the pond behind the remains of her home, taking off her skirt and vest as she went, planning to wash them at the same time. The banks of the pond were hidden by vines and thick underbrush leading to forest too thick for anything larger than a rabbit, except a small arc Bradan had cleared many years ago. That arc fanned out into a rough oval clearing a little over a hundred feet in the short direction and just under two hundred the long way. A pathetic example of a vegetable garden took up most of the cleared space, surrounding the primitive stone hut. An even more primitive stone wall surrounded the whole area, intended to keep out garden pests. It didn't work very well. Outside the wall was forest. Thick, untamed, where the only traveling was done on animal trails or the one cut trail that led east to the city of Derry and west to the small village of Derry. The path from the hut to the trail looked like one of the aforementioned animal tracks, intentionally. Wading into the muck of the pond's bottom, Catrin wiggled her feet until she had sunk in past her ankles, then squatted and started washing the mess off her body, enjoying the way the muck oozed between her toes. Every few minutes she would move deeper and to the side; the water in the pond didn't circulate much and it was the easiest way to have clean water to continue washing with. Eventually she had herself feeling clean, then tackled the job of cleaning up her vest and skirt. Normally she wouldn't bother trying to fix leather that had been mistreated so badly, but these two items were her only decently made clothes, everything else she owned was so poorly made she often preferred to be naked. It took nearly an hour, but she managed to get all the visible signs of their abuse removed. Taking them up to a drying rack beside the ruins of the hut she stretched out the two pieces to dry and then returned to where her father was lying in the dust where the battle had ended. Looking around, Catrin didn't see the bodies of the dead soldiers, but noticed chain link armor folded and tucked into a pile. She looked at the chain, then at the dragon, then at her father. "He even ate the bones?" Bradan looked up at his naked daughter, and nodded, grinning. "He's a baby. Takes a lot of food to build a fire-breathing dragon. Of course he can't fly again for a couple of hours after eating like that, but it's not likely he'll need to." He sat up and opened his arms, welcoming Catrin to sit on his lap again. He smiled as she did, caressing her chest lightly and watching the nipples on her small breasts stiffen and stand up. "You know you're a lot prettier than your mother." Catrin snorted, "I hope so. She was a bitch and it showed in her face. Cross between a wolfhound and a rat, with most of her personality from the rat." Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm herself. Her hatred of her mother's uselessness always got her hot and ready to fight when the woman was mentioned. "Damn woman. At least she's out of our lives now." Hugging the girl and kissing her on the cheek, Bradan shook his head. "Not completely, darling. Now that she's been rescued, assuming the soldier doesn't just rape and kill her and then claim we did it, she could probably get the duke to send some soldiers out here to be sure we're dead. He may dislike her as much as we do, but he hates me even more." He grinned, "the poor man. Would probably want to thank me for keeping that bitch of a wife if I hadn't used it to blackmail him." Wiggling her toes and stretching out so her father could caress her body easier she looked at him, puzzled, "How? You never said what you wanted her for, or even why he went along with it. I know she had magic, since you don't and I had to get it from somewhere, but since she refused to use it even that part was worthless." Nodding toward the half-asleep dragon, her father pulled her up into a more comfortable position for him. "Him. He was born shortly before I grabbed your mother. I found him kicking around his egg shell and thought it might be nice to have a pet dragon, except there are laws against that." He grinned, "so I kidnapped the duke's blushing bride and threatened to kill her if anyone came out this way. I think he would have sent some soldiers just to see that happen, were it not for the reason he married her in the first place. Her father wanted to either own Derry, or have control over it, and he was pretty much willing to go either way. Marrying his daughter to the duke gave him control, but to keep himself from being dead the duke had to keep his new wife from being dead." Smirking, he nodded toward the dragon again, "then he grew up enough to find his way to other dragons about the same time you learned to call your mother 'bitch'." Caressing her bare back, he looked down at her face, "now, I hadn't intended to rape her and make you, that was just a lucky result of her being so evil and foul mouthed she goaded me into it." "She goaded you into raping her?" Catrin smirked, as it sounded like the kind of thing her mother would do. The woman never did know when to shut up. Nodding, he continued, "Yup. When I got her here I didn't have to do anything to keep her; she was too prissy to leave on her own. So I just left her to do whatever she wanted, which was mostly cry and whine. Then one day she stripped and climbed into my bed, then started insulting my manhood. After about an hour I gave her what she wanted, but a lot rougher than she expected," he smirked, "and she loved it. Seems she liked being abused, so the meaner I was to her the happier she was. Still useless, but happy." He shrugged, "keeping her happy was easy and it satisfied an urge. Not that I'm sorry to see her go." He looked around at the torn up ground, "and now I think we have new troubles that she would just make worse." Catrin leaned her head against her father's chest, "so what are we going to do, fight the duke to save the dragon?" She liked the feel of her father's skin and the smell of his sweat and blood. Her body reacted to him in a predictable fashion and she squirmed in his lap. She'd felt the stirrings before, but the excitement of the battle seemed to have made them worse. It wouldn't bother her any if her father decided he still needed those urges satisfied. The idea made her squirm a bit more, causing her father to look down at her curiously. Bradan looked at his daughter as she moved in his lap, causing some uncomfortable responses, then looked to the dragon. "No, there's no need for that now. Aedan can get away on his own now, or fight when the numbers are small and he hasn't wedged himself into a tight space chasing food." "Growing dragons require a lot of food," Aedan interrupted to defend himself. Bradan resumed, "now we have to fight for ourselves. Or run away." He looked over at the hut, then around at the torn up ground, "I'm thinking we might just want to move on. The land isn't worth anything and Aedan has made game scarce." He lifted Catrin from his lap and set her on her feet, then stood. "Let's see what we can salvage out of all this, and think about the next step. And," he reached over and slapped her ass hard enough to leave a hand-print, "get you a sword. A cooking knife is not a weapon." From the dead soldiers they recovered two sets of clothes and armor (one set with torn up shirt, sleeves ripped off the armor, and the legs of the pants ripped off mid thigh), two decent short swords, a good belt knife, one pair of leather boots (Catrin looked at the dragon, suspecting she knew where the other pair went), two leather belts complete with pouches containing whetstones, flint and steel, and a small pile of coins. Giving her father the slightly damaged armor and clothes, Catrin took the more damaged stuff aside, along with the knife and one of the swords. She was certain she could turn the armor and clothes into something she could wear if they had time, and the sword was a lot better than the one she'd lost in the hut. After a bit of thinking about it and weighing options Bradan decided they had the time. Staying at the ruined hut and preparing for living in the wilds would be better than running off without preparation, so Catrin cleaned an area in front of the hut to set out tools and started working on the armor. Repairing the hole made by the soldier diving onto her father's sword was easy, as was repairing the hole in the shirt that had been under it. Cutting and relinking the chain tunic with the missing sleeves was a bit more difficult and took almost two full days, but made a serviceable chain dress, protecting from neck to halfway down her thighs when done. Putting the torn shirt under it protected her skin from the metal, although she preferred the way her father looked at her in just the chain. The boots fit her father passably well so she gave them to him. She was pleased that she had been able to fix and recover so much. Dragonkin Ch. 01 Catrin had slept every night in her father's arms, intending to try to get him to use her like he'd used her mother, but each night she was too tired from working to do more than kiss his lips and fall asleep. In the morning he was always up and about before her, usually with food prepared. He said they might as well eat up everything they couldn't carry with them. He dried what he could and cooked the rest and they feasted, but that meant he didn't have any more free time than she did and their relationship stayed as it had been. Cat sighed heavily as she fitted a second pouch onto one of the leather belts she'd gotten from the soldier's remains, this one for small tools and bits of wire and things she could use for small repairs. She'd rather have all her tools with her, but most of them were too heavy to carry far by themselves, let alone while carrying another full pack. Aedan lay curled up in the remains of the garden, the dead, dried shafts of failed grains scratching the leathery hide of his underbelly comfortably, and watched his humans bustle around. He found all that activity amusing. If he got half that active in a day he'd need to eat twice as much, and then he'd end up just spending more time hunting. No, a reasonable dragon didn't move much when he didn't have to, and Aedan didn't have to. He looked over at the female, the one Bradan man protected so fiercely, and sniffed the air coming from her direction. He tasted it with his forked tongue and twitched his ears. He enjoyed the flavor of her scent, especially when she was sweating hard or spending time near Bradan man, when it became musky, with a sharp tinge that somehow carried a hint of sweetness. Then there was the underlying scent of her that was ever present and had taken him a while to identify; urine. Unlike Bradan man, hers came straight out of her body in a way that made it difficult to completely clean up just by wiping, and unlike Bradan man she didn't seem to care if it just ran down her legs while she was working or even just walking from one place to another. The Catrin, as Bradan man had told him she was called, was much more reasonable than Bradan man, Aedan thought. One washing in the pond a day and don't worry about it the rest of the time. Although getting in the pond at all seemed a bit silly. No self respecting fire dragon would do such a thing unless there was food to be found under the surface, and a lot of it. Aedan closed his eyes, daydreaming about how the Catrin's warm, soft body might feel squirming on his tongue as he ate her; he'd been told the females were much softer and tastier than the males. The damage the dragon had done to the hut was sufficient to make it unsafe, so Bradan and Catrin pulled things out as they wanted or needed them, but otherwise stayed away from it. After a couple of days Bradan had the idea of making the whole clearing stay looking deserted, so if they got enough advance warning of anyone approaching they could hide and hope the ruined look of the place would keep people from getting curious. It turned out to be unneeded, as no one came by while they collected their items, but the lack of trying to be neat fit in with Bradan's lazy and haphazard style. By the time they were ready to go the yard looked as if it had been deserted for years, except the trafficked areas where they'd worked, and one good rain would cover that. Catrin looked back at the only home she'd ever known, shrugged, and walked away from it easily. Aedan took a couple of lumbering steps, then flapped his wings and left the ground, the magic of being dragon aiding the lift of his wide wings. After circling once over the clearing he headed north, heading for a clearing he had told Bradan man of. It would take his humans a few days to get there, so he'd get some leisurely hunting in. If he just ate small amounts at a time he could just keep eating and flying, scouting out a wider range than he'd ever done before. He pondered a feeling of near excitement that rose up with the idea of exploring new territory. He'd only done it once before, when he was half his current age, looking for more of his kind. Once he'd found them they'd made such a big fuss about avoiding humans that he'd never felt really comfortable traveling again. Now that he'd be doing it for his humans it must be acceptable. Not that being acceptable really mattered; he already associated with humans willingly, and there wasn't much lower that a dragon could go. North and west of the old hut was nothing but forest, mountain, and forest on mountain. Aedan was able to find enough clearings around ponds to get food, but it took time, as most animals recognized the sound of dragon wings as a threat. Humans were much easier - they would stand and wave their swords around, saving a dragon the effort of hunting them down, sometimes being so obliging as to run out of their little boxes and presenting themselves. Aedan wondered if he just laid out his tongue as a carpet would they run right up into his stomach. When he was larger of course; currently he was stuck with needing to rip them into bite size pieces first, which used up valuable energy. Wearing her leather skirt and vest, Catrin walked barefoot along the path, holding hands with her father, smiling contentedly. Their first target was the village of Derry to sell off some of Cat's old tools and buy some emergency food bars. Mostly jerky and dried fruit and grains packed tightly into bars, they resembled wood in taste and texture, but were easily stored in small spaces and lasted a long time, very useful when heading into unknown areas where food might be hard to find. Villagers would look at her funny, she knew, but only because of her bare feet, not because of her open vest or short skirt the way they would in bigger towns. Farmers and hunters don't usually care as much about clothing issues, although the men tend to think less clothing means more availability, but not many can understand walking barefoot through mud and other things that may be on the ground. The village of Derry barely qualified as a village. Being at the end of a road going nowhere it attracted little attention and few travelers. Technically it came under the purview of the town of Derry, being in the region of Derry controlled by the Duke of Derry (not an imaginative man when it came to names), but actually didn't pay very much mind to any authority. The one public building served as pub, inn, general store, and meeting hall; often, all at the same time. The village had no roads, just one wide dirt track between a few stone houses that ended at the 'The End' (the name of the aforementioned public building) and a few smaller tracks that ran out toward farms in various directions that a determined farmer could get a wagon down when he had things to trade. Catrin moved to the side of the path and walked in the grass, shuffling her feet a little to remove the majority of mud and dirt that had collected. She'd gone into 'The End' once recently with muddy feet and caused a bit of an uproar; thinking about the spanking she'd gotten from the owner still made her wince and breathe a little heavy. She smirked, considering how messy the floor of the place was, and figured the spanking was just another excuse to touch her. Not that she minded the touching, since she'd grown up with it, but he'd made it hard to walk and sit for a while after. Peeking up at her father, she blushed as she thought of how excited she'd gotten to see the bulge in his pants as he'd watched. Several other men had bulges as well, but she didn't really notice who, it was only her father's bulge she was interested in. Looking at some of the mud puddles they were passing tempted her greatly, both for the pleasure of walking in it and for the potential results. With a heavy sigh, she decided things were too uncertain for her to take chances with her father's temper. Inside 'The End' was nearly empty, the time being early afternoon and most villagers still working. The plain wooden floor felt interesting to Catrin's feet after the mud, dirt, grass, and small stones of the path. The whole place was rough old wood, mostly grey, the floor smooth only because of the many generations of people walking it. A few rough barstools were set in a row along the currently empty bar, while several tables with chairs were scattered about the large room waiting for the dinner customers. A man, a giant from Catrin's perspective, waved to them as they entered, looking purposefully at Cat's feet. She figured he was checking for mud again as she dropped her heavy pack on the floor with a sigh of relief. Bradan pushed Catrin to greet the owner, Paul, and smirked as the big man wrapped an arm around Catrin and started fondling her little breasts under her vest. Paul had offered to buy Cat several times, but wasn't willing to pay the price for a virgin, since it was such a fleeting state. Bradan could understand his point, but since others would pay the premium Bradan wasn't willing to drop it even for a friend. He'd never told Catrin why he kept her a virgin or that Paul wanted her; he'd seen enough girls get overly emotional when bargaining started and he didn't want to deal with it. He found it easier to just leave her ignorant and talk to the prospective buyers in private. The only difficult part was resisting her temptations; he was starting to think she really wanted to bed him. Paul sighed into the small girl's mouth, enjoying the way she squirmed and wiggled in his hands. The only reason he didn't offer Bradan more for Catrin was the way she looked at her father; he knew he'd always be second in her eyes and that would bother him over time. Such a sweet girl, she even forgave him for stripping her and spanking her in public, although he knew part of the forgiveness was because it had excited her as much as it had humiliated and hurt her. Opening her vest and running his hands over her stiffened nipples, he thought that was one thing he would change about her if he ever did get possession; he wouldn't allow her to let men touch her so easily. Not that he would make her act like some prudish townswoman, but it would be better if she weren't quite so open with her body. He put his hand under her skirt and caressed her smooth mound, listening to her soft moan, and considered he might not ask her to change very much; it was exciting to be able to make her melt at any time, any place, without resistance as long as he wasn't too rough. He sighed again, remembering he wasn't going to take her. Pushing his hand further between her legs, he eased a finger tip into her anus and grinned as she squeaked and tried to bite his tongue. Swatting her bum hard, he let her go. Catrin blushed as she pushed her skirt down again and stepped away from Paul. She had enjoyed that finger in her bum a lot more than she would have expected if asked beforehand. The huge man was always finding new ways to get her all hot and wet, but he never finished it. No one ever did, they always made her do it herself or just left her wanting. Not that she wanted anyone to go inside her except her father, but they could at least use their fingers to finish what they started. Bradan was a little surprised at how Paul was molesting Catrin, quite a bit more than usual, but he was enjoying it immensely. Judging from the expression on Paul's face, he was captivated and perhaps reconsidering her possible value. Trying to make Paul feel a sense of loss and hopefully make him want her more, Bradan pulled Cat toward himself, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, unaware of the look she gave him and the effect it had on Paul. The idea that her feelings might matter to anyone never crossed his mind, so as he saw Paul's resistance strengthen he was baffled. He shrugged it off and decided to let the matter rest for the time being, although he would have liked to have her off his hands when he went out into the wilds. He was a little worried that if he spent too much time out there with just her that he'd lose the chance to get a virginity premium out of her. He pulled at her vest a little, making it pull open and show off her little tits, then dropped the subject from his mind and focused on the trading he wanted to do. Paul didn't find it as easy to get down to business, but after Catrin distracted him for the third time he told her if she didn't get her cute little ass out of his sight she was getting another spanking. After a minute's thought she wandered out the back toward the blacksmith shop and he was able to concentrate on getting a good deal from Bradan on the tools he was buying. He didn't really need them, but he could use them, so he was in a stronger position than Bradan, who couldn't. Without the cute half naked girl distracting him, Paul made what he considered a fair deal, and decided to see if he could get one more thing. "You know, she's already a bit old to be asking so much. She's been old enough for what, three years now?" He wasn't really that knowledgeable about the value of young women, since in the villages most were mated for family ties rather than money. Bradan was the first man he'd met who wanted money for his daughter rather than a good mating, but Paul had heard it was common in the bigger towns. Money and politics mattered more than family there, and Bradan was from one of those places, Paul knew. Still, he had to make one more try to get that girl for himself. Shaking his head side to side, Bradan smiled, "Oh, I'm not asking so much. I know there's not as much money here as in town." He shrugged, "but I'd rather avoid the town if I don't have to lose too much to do it." Looking out of the corner of his eye at the bigger man, he continued, "What you are offering is too little by far. I'd even knock off, say, five percent a year for each year since she turned old enough. Not sixty, though. I'll go to town rather than that." Bradan knew Catrin would be worth a lot more than he was asking, much more than he was letting Paul suspect in case it made Paul curious as to why, but he also knew he couldn't risk taking her into town. The risk of someone recognizing him and getting him put to death was very high, and even if no one knew who he was, getting Catrin to act in a manner that would attract a good price would be near impossible. A townsman wouldn't want a mate with a mind of her own, even if she was a horny virgin. Farmers and villagers expect their women to do some of the thinking and working, though, so put up with a bit more independence. Paul stood up from the table and held out his hand to conclude the business, "then I'll just have to resign myself to the occasional kiss and caress. Your price is too high for my pocketbook." For a small sum he'd take the risk that he could get the girl to love him as much as she did her father, but not for a large sum. She was a bit headstrong and he wasn't sure anything could get her to change her mind once she set it on something, even if it was the impossible task of getting her father to think of anything outside himself. Bradan took the hand and shook it, smiling. "As long as no other man takes her and sets new rules. I let her set her own limits, except the one." He shrugged, "she's not easy to control, I'll admit, but she's got a good spirit that will make it interesting for whoever gets her." He took the money the part time blacksmith, part time pub owner handed him, and pushed over the pack of tools that they couldn't carry around with them. Picking up Catrin's pack, he shoved it so it slid up to the door she'd gone out of earlier. "And speaking of no control, I'll save you from yelling at her to keep wet or muddy feet out of your pub." Grinning, Paul shook his head, "you don't have to. I wouldn't mind an excuse to spank her again." The two men chuckled, then Bradan picked up his pack and followed Cat's to the door. A short whistle sound brought her running to pick it up and put it on, not the least concerned when the straps caught in her vest leaving her chest bare. Bradan caressed her nipples, making them stand up stiff and pointed, then helped fix the vest, making sure Paul had a good view of her for a bit before finishing. No point in wasting a chance to get one more shot at the deal, he told himself, although he admitted he also enjoyed fondling his daughter's hard little body. A bit more firm than he normally liked his women, but her willingness to have him do anything he wanted made up for that. He took her by the hand, waved toward Paul, and lead Catrin to the northwest edge of the village. Catrin waved to Paul, giggling a little when he blew her a kiss, and turned to the forest. She was going to miss the village a bit more than she would miss her home. ... to be continued in "Chapter 2 - Beginning" Dragonkin Ch. 02 Author's note and warning: the following story contains subject matter for mature audiences only. I won't list all the possible "offending topics", I'll just warn you that I don't get offended by much and I tend to forget what things might offend other people. All characters are adult. Constructive criticism invited. No actual dragons were harmed in the creation of this story. Lissa -- Chapter 2 - Beginning Catrin followed her father into the woods, wincing a little as he led her directly through the trees without finding any trail and the random sticks and rocks let her bare feet know why boots were invented. She briefly considered asking him to stop so she could put on her leather soft-soled boots - he called them socks - but decided she could live without them. She had to keep them good for winter, when being barefoot could cost her toes or worse. She wiggled her toes a little, enjoying the feeling of them rubbing against things unconfined, and watched her step more carefully. The forest here was dense, old wood. Undergrowth only managed to survive a short distance in from the border with the farmland. After a few meters the ground cover cleared, leaving mostly a carpet of leaves and pine needles, and the walking became easier, except where trees had fallen and small areas around them sprouted vines and bushes of all sorts, including berries that Bradan and Catrin harvested whenever they came upon them. Often the logs were meters in length, covered in moss and vines that felt soft and soothing to Catrin's feet as she balanced on top and ran along the length until her father would change direction away, or she'd come to a place where the branches were too thick and she'd have to jump down and go around, enjoying the contrasting feeling of evergreen needles pricking at her soft instep and toes. Going from soft and squishy to dry and prickly woke up senses that had become complacent. Bradan started out looking for the easiest places to walk, trying to avoid thickets and bushes that may have brambles or thorns that might scrape up Catrin's bare legs. Most of the forest was easy, but every once in a while he would find a long run of thicket or brush that would take him far out of his way to go around, and by mid afternoon he was too frustrated to bother, using one of his words to hack a path straight through. It wasn't good for the sword, but he could have Catrin fix it up when they found a place she could set up a workbench again, and he had a better one from the soldiers they'd disposed of. The sound of water trickling over rocks alerted them to a stream to one side of their path, and they turned to chop through a heavy growth of bushes and brambles. Within just a few minutes they were able to see a wide, shallow stream flowing lazily over a bed of rocks and pebbles, its banks thick with underbrush and mossy rocks. They pushed through the remaining undergrowth and climbed onto a nearly flat stone that sloped gently into meandering water, staying near the top where the rough gray stone was clear of moss and algae. Starting to push the straps of her pack down her arms, Catrin stopped and let her father do it for her, shivering a little as he removed her vest at the same time and a light breeze caressed her sweaty body, raising goosebumps and stiffening her nipples. When he tugged at the laces holding her skirt on she wiggled and let it fall off, wiggled her bare bottom at him, and stepped carefully down the rock. The moss felt dry at first touch, but as her feet crushed it the rock became slick and she had to move slowly to avoid sliding and losing her footing. Stepping into the water itself was a minor shock, causing her to gasp and pull back suddenly, losing her balance and falling, her bum slamming down on the rock. She yelped as she slid into the icy water. Sitting in waist deep water, Cat reached underneath her to feel her sore bum, then leaned back on the slippery stone, letting the water run over her from toes to neck. As the water rinsed the sweat and urine from her scratched legs, removing the burning she'd been feeling for the last couple of hours, Catrin sighed in spite of the cold. She closed her eyes and wiggled her toes, letting tense, abused muscles try to relax. She wanted to use her magic to make herself feel better, but that was a tedious process requiring a lot more concentration than she could muster while feeling so many bruises, scratches and cuts. Her mother had taught her only the most minimal control of her magic, and only so that she wouldn't accidentally kill anyone with it. She sighed and let the numbing water remove the pains even though it was adding a different form of discomfort, and let her mind drift. After only a few minutes of watching his daughter heal, Bradan had to turn away. The desire for her body was always calmed by seeing the magic work. It didn't matter that she didn't know she was using it, just having the curse was bad enough. Actually, that she used it without even knowing it probably made it worse, since that meant she also didn't have control of it; not that he believed anyone could truly control magic. As his lust faded he cut away the brush around the big rock and then a little back from the bank of the stream, making a clearing that would be a suitable camp for the evening. He had just finished lighting a fire when Catrin returned from the stream, dragging her pack with one hand and carrying her clothes in the other, smiling drowsily. She always looked so alluring in that mood and Bradan had to focus on making a dinner to suppress stirrings he had no intention of fulfilling. Curling up naked by the fire, using her clothing as a pillow, Catrin looked at her legs, bemused. They had seemed so scraped and raw before she had rinsed them off in the stream, yet now they bore just the merest hints of pink scratches. She considered that maybe letting her pee run down her legs as she walked had irritated them into feeling worse. She shrugged and turned to the fire, letting the drowsiness of her cold bath last a little longer while she watched her father cutting some animal up for cooking. He puzzled her. At times he would be touching her affectionately, caressing her small breasts until her nipples ached, kissing her deeply, even, rarely, caressing the soft mound between her legs. Other times he seemed to be trying to avoid seeing her, turning to face odd directions or getting up and moving away to do small tasks that didn't really need doing. Cat listened as the fire hissed and crackled softly, melding itself into the sound of water tinkling over rocks, breezes whispering through branches, and various wildlife commenting on the day. It never occurred to her to break the peace, as she didn't have any questions she wanted to bring up and hadn't been asked any. She stared into the flames, watching them dance, then looked around the clearing at the darkening trees, barely noticing when her father pulled her to sit up cross-legged. Taking the hunk of unidentified half-cooked meat he handed her, she ate slowly, staying in the half-awake daze the cold water had lulled her into. When she finished eating she tried to wipe the grease from her hands onto her thighs, then, enjoying how it felt, up over her tummy and breasts. Lying down by simply tipping over on her side, she dozed, one greasy hand between her thighs, the other cupping the side of her face. Bradan sat close enough to his daughter for their knees to bump while they were eating, but he could tell she didn't notice him. Giving a mental shrug, he ate in silence. When she fell over he lay down behind her, spooning, wiping the grease from his hand on her side. As his hand slid along her side he felt a stirring again. He let his hand slide lower, spreading the fatty juices of his dinner over hip, then down to cup her butt cheek. He slipped his other arm under her head and across her front, cupping a small breast and teasing the nipple with his messy fingertips. When she moaned and leaned forward into his hand, he took the other hand further down her bum, slipping a finger over her little puckered opening, gasping as her butt cheeks clenched, seeming to pull at him. He pushed inward, the grease making it easy, and listened to her moan as she clenched his finger tightly then relaxed, repeating it invitingly. It wasn't the first time he'd been tempted to use her bum while she was incapacitated, but he was afraid that if he started he might not stop before taking her virginity, cutting her value considerably. Reaching around her body he fondled her breasts and soft little mound until he felt her shudder in orgasm, then cuddled her a moment before moving to the other side of the fire where he could relieve the pressure playing with her body always created in his. As he started slipping into sleep he told himself it was for the best that she had the curse, it would help him keep his hands off her until he could get her sold. Fortunately, most people didn't care about the curse so it wouldn't reduce the price he could get, and in some places it might increase it. Stretching, Catrin woke feeling good all over. She stroked her pussy a little, tickling herself, then stood up and stretched again, looking across the remains of the fire at her father starting to wake up. Once he was blinking at her she fussed, "we could have been eaten by a dragon, Father!" She buckled on her sword belt and thigh dagger, remaining naked otherwise, "you always told me when out in the forest you take turns sleeping because you never know what hungry beast is going to wander through." Walking to the edge of the clearing she spread her legs, letting her father watch her release her morning water, hoping it would excite him at least a little. She liked the way it felt coming out of her and running down her legs. Before she was completely finished she wiped herself with her hand and started walking toward the stream, absently licking her taste from her fingers. "I'll get some water if you can find something to eat for breakfast. Want me to start a fire?" She bent down at the waist to pick up a small bucket from beside her father's pack. Watching his daughter had Bradan's feelings bouncing around. Watching her wearing just weapons had aroused him, then her stream built on that. Watching her taste her own pee had cooled him a little, only to heat him up again as she bent over, giving him a perfect view of her bottom and pussy, golden droplets sparkling at the little opening. He shook his head and reached for his boots, thinking it was too early to be trying to fight his baser nature. "I'll get the fire and find something to eat." He wasn't going to let her do any of that cursed magic if he could help it. Smiling and shrugging, Cat continued to the stream to fetch water. Her father always tried to spare her from doing any work, as if she was some pampered town girl, and since it seemed to please him she let him; he wasn't around often enough for it to get tedious. Stepping slow and careful around the larger rocks she waded into the stream, finding the algae didn't seem to cover the rocks near the middle. She stepped foot to foot, scraping a little to let her feet enjoy the rough stone sensation as she filled the bucket, then waded back out and to the clearing. Since her father wasn't back yet she started to put together some of the wood he had collected the night before, preparing a fire. Stepping back, Catrin focused her attention on igniting the smaller bits of wood, practicing the control her mother had, reluctantly, taught her, and giggled as the first tendrils of smoke appeared, clapping like an excited child when the flames followed. She fed the fire carefully, then smiled up at her father as he arrived with a couple of rabbits, "See? I got it!" Throwing down the rabbits, Bradan stomped to the fire and kicked it apart, stamping out the parts that had started burning, growling, "I said I would get it and I'll get it!" Crouching down and picking up the bits of wood, leaving out any that had been tainted by Cat's magical flames, he prepared to start a new fire. Tears in her eyes, Catrin tried not to sniffle as she turned around, picked up her skirt and fastened it around her waist, then donned her vest. Moving to a large rock between the clearing and the stream she climbed up and perched on it, her bum resting on her heels, her knees pressed to her chest, and wrapped her arms around her legs. She tried to figure out what she had done wrong as she watched her father. Bradan finished setting the fire after a bit of fussing with flint and steel, then turned to the rabbits still sitting where he had thrown them down. "Why didn't you get these ready to cook? They aren't going to skin themselves," he chastised Cat as he grabbed them and threw one toward her. Catrin let the rabbit hit her and fall to the ground, then looked down at it. "You yelled at me for helping. Not helping any more." She rested her chin on her knees and looked at the fire. As he started cutting into the joints Bradan shrugged, "suit yourself. That's your breakfast. Eat it with the fur on for all I care." He ripped at the carcass angrily, making a mess of the butchering. Getting down from the rock, Catrin pulled her dagger from her thigh sheathe and picked up the rabbit, quickly skinning and gutting it. Looking at her father still fighting with the one he had, she went back to perching on the rock watching her breakfast cook. "Here, girl, help me with this." Bradan tried to make his voice sound casual as he held up the remains of the carcass he was mangling badly in his irritation. "No." Bradan whipped his head around toward his daughter in shock. As far as he could recall it was the first time she had ever refused him anything. "What?" Noticing the tears on her cheeks he frowned, "what's wrong with you?" "You yelled at me and messed up my fire." He growled, "I told you not to do it. Of course I yelled when you disobeyed." Looking at him quizzically, Catrin sighed. "You didn't say don't, you just said you would get it. I had time and wanted to show you what I learned to do myself. Then you messed it up just to be mean. Then you said you didn't care about me." She huffed, "and it don't matter what I do, you can't yell at me." Bradan returned to trying to dress his breakfast, eventually getting it into a usable state to put on a spit and cook. Propping it over the fire he tried to sit beside Catrin and put his arm around her but she moved away. Throwing his knife down, he stomped to the stream, slipped on the moss and algae, and landed hard on his butt in the icy water. Wincing, he got up to a crouch to rinse off his hands, then stood and looked up and down the stream, baffled as to what he should do about Cat. Seeing her father mad at her bothered Catrin, but she was still mad at him being mean. He'd never yelled at her before or ruined something she'd done. When she first taught herself how to fix daggers he'd been proud and praised her, the same with each of the new things she learned on her own. She had taught herself a lot since he was rarely home and her mother was useless, and he'd always been supportive. Now he was yelling at her and ruining things she did and wouldn't tell her why. She wondered if he was just trying to drive her away, if he didn't want her around. It was nearly noon by the time they were traveling, in silence. Catrin thought about turning back to Derry, since she was unwanted, but didn't think she could find it on her own, so trudged along behind her father. She kept as much distance as she could, while keeping him in sight, to try to avoid bothering him. A tear rolled down her cheek as she realized that if he didn't want her around then he didn't want to make love to her either. He must have been just playing with her, using her as a toy, all those times he'd put his hands on her so intimately. But then, so did most men when their women weren't around, although Paul was the only other that kissed the same way. She decided that when she had a chance she'd go back to Derry and see if Paul wanted her. She sniffled, wipe at the tears on her face, and trudged on. At first Bradan had tried to walk at a pace suitable for Cat to walk beside him, but he soon found that no matter what pace he set she was always at least six feet behind, and usually more. He'd tried looking back to see that she was keeping up, but many times she wasn't even visible, and the times she was made him regret looking. The tears on her cheeks and the empty look in her face hurt in ways he'd never hurt before. It made him angry, filling him with an urge to violence, but there was nothing to strike at, which made it worse. He'd tried to tell himself she had deserved the rebuke he'd given her, but somehow he couldn't make himself believe it, which in itself was a puzzle; he could always convince himself he was right. Blaming the taint of magic worked for an hour or so, but the hurt of her sadness pushed even that away. He looked back and didn't see her nor any signs of her moving through the trees. He stopped, listening, and heard nothing but the breeze and the critters, although he knew she could move nearly silently, making less noise than he was capable of hearing. Sighing, he moved on a little more, looking back occasionally until he caught a glimpse of her pale skin between some trees a little way back. Wanting to get the day over with, he increased the pace a bit, but making sure it was one she could match easily, and set his face forward. When they stopped it was too dark to do anything more than make a small fire and eat some dried meat before settling down to rest. Bradan tried to settle down beside Catrin near the fire but she moved away, at first appearing to be just going for her waterskin but then sat on the opposite side of the fire once she had it. She hadn't taken off her vest and skirt, and that made Bradan feel worse. Seeing her dressed when she didn't need to be just made it more obvious that she was hurting. Bradan went to sleep rather than face it. Catrin woke to find herself sitting up facing the remains of the fire, her father tapping her shoulder and handing her a piece of dried something. She washed it down with a sip of water, stood and put her pack back on, relieving herself of extra fluid at the same time, not even considering whether her father was watching or not. He couldn't really see anything anyway, since she still had her skirt on from the day before. Making sure her sword and dagger were properly tight, she stood silently, waiting for her father to start moving. Two more days passed the same way. Bradan started to wonder if he would remember how to speak if a reason to came up. He'd watched Catrin become more and more withdrawn. Her tears had stopped but her sullen silence and nearly dead countenance was somehow worse. Waiting for her to get mad and yell at him had turned into admitting that it would be a bad idea. It would be easy for him to turn that into a fight he could blame on her, and in his more honest moments he knew that is what he would do. Manipulating people is what he did, what he excelled at. Well, had excelled at. It didn't work on Cat at all. He suspected it was because she was too honest with herself; manipulating people usually involved letting them trick themselves. He was also good at doing that to himself. Usually. The forest gave way to a large clearing, once underbrush and then tall grass had been chopped away. Bordering a large lake, most of the grass was of a shorter variety, barely reaching halfway to Catrin's knees, with scattered clumps of head-height stands. As she got closer to the lake Cat could see that the grass ended a few feet away from the water and a strange, to her, white sand took over, sloping gently into the water. She'd heard of sand before but had never seen it. Rushing toward it, she dropped her pack along the way, then wiggled her toes, then feet, into the odd feeling substance. The new sensations on her sensitive feet distracted her from her melancholy mood. Dragonkin Ch. 02 Bradan watched Catrin's face start to show some signs of life, the sight bringing a little life back to himself. Once she was engrossed in the sand he took a moment to look around the clearing. It fit the description Aedan had given him, and was about the distance the dragon had said it would be. Picking up Cat's pack, he followed her onto the sand, his boots protecting him from being seduced by the feel of the off-white crystals. Giving it a thought, he realized that walking on the beach in boots was extremely annoying. Halfway to the water he stopped, dropped the packs, and sat down. Catrin stripped, dropping her clothes and weapons in a pile, then rolled around on the sand, sighing at the new feelings, giggling at the way the stuff stuck to her, like sugar on a cookie. As the grains moved into more sensitive areas she sighed, the grit exciting her and irritating at the same time. After a few minutes of rolling around randomly she aimed at the lake and just pushed over and over until she had to sit up sputtering as the cold water prevented her from breathing. Catching her breath and giggling, she flopped over onto her hands and knees and crawled the gentle grade into deeper water, enjoying the odd feeling where the surface of the cold water meeting the cooling air made tickling, moving line on her body. Watching as his daughter played in the sand and water, Bradan admired the way the droplets sparkled on her skin. When she turned and crawled on her hands and knees away from him he gasped, his cock responding more rapidly and forcefully than it ever had for her before. He sat up in the sand and pulled off his boots and socks, then his shirt, and stood up. After a very brief moment's thought he dropped his pants before striding down the beach toward Catrin and the lake. Cat didn't know how to swim beyond paddling her hands like a dog uses his paws and kicking, but it moved her around in the water once she got where it was deep enough. She could have stood up but she found the breeze on wet skin felt even colder than the water, and while she liked the way it made her nipples hurt she didn't like the way it made the rest of her skin feel, so she tried to stay covered to her neck as she played. A shadow crossed darkened the water around her and she looked up, startled into a little squeal as Aedan swooped low overhead, then waved to him. She turned around just in time to run directly into her father's arms. With a louder squeal of surprise she started to step back while he was distracted looking up at the dragon, but he caught her arms and held her gently but firmly enough that she would have had to struggle hard to get away. The sadness she'd been feeling for the last few days started coming back quickly, but before it had completely wiped away the pleasure she'd gotten from playing like a kid her father leaned down at the same time he pulled her up, their lips meeting in a rough, almost painful, kiss. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, sucking in Bradan's tongue as he made it available. Tears started leaking from her eyes as she wrapped her arms around him. "Now what are you crying for," Bradan growled in frustration. "I'm trying to make you happy, dammit!" "I am," Catrin yelled back at him angrily. She pulled her head back and looked into his face. "Um, if this kissing means you aren't trying to get rid of me, I am," she murmured in a trembling voice. She kept her eyes on his as she felt him let her feet onto the sand under the water. For a brief moment she thought he was letting go of her, but before she could panic one of his hands was around her back reaching for her bum while the other was grasping one of her breasts, her hard nipple getting harder as his palm pressed against it. The contrast of his warm body and the cold water was distracting her in a pleasant way. "I never wanted to get rid of you, darling." He nuzzled her head as he fondled her breasts and caressed her bum, "I'm sorry I made you feel I did." Entering the water had cooled his physical reaction to Cat's body, but the warmth of her pressing against him was restoring the heat, and he felt his cock stiffening against his daughter's stomach. He closed his eyes tight as his desire for her ate away at his resolve. When she reached between them and wrapped her small hand, wrinkled from the water, around his semi-flaccid cock he moaned and closed his eyes, pulling her close. He reached down with both hands and gripped her bum, lifting her up high enough that she lost her grip on his cock but was high enough to wrap arms and legs around him and kiss. Bradan carried his daughter out of the water and up the beach to the edge of the grass. Holding her father tightly, Catrin almost giggled as he bounced her while he walked, his cock stiffening enough to bump her bottom as he stumbled through the sand. When Bradan fell to his knees and tried to set her on the ground she clamped her arms and legs tighter and was rewarded by him leaning forward, laying her on her back and then resting his body on top of hers. If he'd let his full weight rest on her she wouldn't have been able to breathe, but he propped himself on his elbows. As he looked down into her eyes she looked back up into his, and noticed a slight wincing; not as in pain, but as if something unpleasant crossed his mind. Some of her excitement faded, "what's wrong? You looked almost like when you kicked out my fire." She scrunched up her face a little, "there is something you don't like and it almost messed up everything and it's getting in the way again." Unwrapping her legs and arms she let her head rest back on the ground, "tell me." "It's nothing to worry about." He leaned down and tried to kiss her, feeling more aroused when she turned her face away. "I love you and I'm sorry I hurt you." Getting up on his knees over her stomach, he grabbed her wrists and pulled them over her head, pressing them to the ground as he leaned forward and tried to kiss her again. Catrin squirmed a little to try to avoid the kiss, her body growing warm as her father's rubbed against it as he moved. With her arms held above her head and her father's weight holding her down she felt helpless. The pressure of his cock on her mound when he slid down to bend over for a kiss made her gasp, giving him a chance to get his tongue into her mouth again. She twisted her head side to side to get free. Breathing a little heavily, she begged, "Dad, please! It's important to me." Huffing in frustration, Bradan released her wrists sat up, squirming a little to run his cock against his daughter's soft little mound. " Trailing his fingertips over her stiff nipples, he looked into her eyes, trying to find something to say that wouldn't cause her to go back to being hurt and upset with him. The idea that he cared if she was upset with him was new and he paused, thinking. Watching Bradan's face, Catrin slowly caught her breath. She wanted him to pin her down and force himself on her as he had started, but she also wanted to know why he looked that way at her. Men often used women for sex when they didn't really care about them, and, while Catrin wouldn't mind that from most, she was sure she couldn't handle that from her father. If he was going to be her first then she wanted to matter to him as much as he did to her. Biting her lip, she watched his face. Bradan had always thought that he loved his daughter the way a father is supposed to. It was his job to take care of her until he could sell her to some man that would value her, treat her well, and keep her happy. Making her happy himself had only been something he did because it was easier than the alternative. All of a sudden he was feeling like it was important on its own. He looked down into her eyes and reached out a hand to caress her cheek, feeling a pull somewhere inside his chest as she closed her eyes and turned to kiss the palm of his hand. He couldn't lie to her. Rolling off her and onto his back, he pulled her up to sit on his stomach, biting back a moan as she slid her wet fold along his cock, stiffening it again. "Don't get mad at me, okay?" He waited for her to nod, "Magic. You being magic is, well, it's hard for me." He ran his hands up and down her sides, "and when your magic does things it makes me a little uncomfortable." Brightening, Catrin leaned down to kiss Bradan's lips, "I don't have to do magic! I only know a little, anyway." She pulled his hands around to her breasts, "if you don't want me to use it then I won't. I can do metal work and stuff without it." He shook his head side to side, "no, you can't. Your magic is always doing things for you even when you don't make it. Like healing." He idly played with her nipples, smiling softly as she moaned, "that was what made me wince a little. When you came out of the water your magic almost instantly warmed you up, protecting you from freezing. When you run through the forest your magic heals your cuts and scrapes immediately." Looking up at her eyes, he smirked, "did you know that most people take days for even small scratches to disappear?" Cat looked puzzled, "But I don't use healing much! Only if it hurts really bad, like when I grabbed the dagger from the fire." Opening one eye wider than the other, Bradan looked at her, "that is what I'm talking about. You don't do it, the magic does it by itself. You aren't controlling the magic." He sighed, "no one else could have grabbed a dagger from a forge without destroying their hand." He held up her hand so she was looking at her palm, "and you don't even have a scar. Your hand would have been ruined if the magic waited for you to do it on purpose." After thinking for a moment, Catrin looked more puzzled, "so because being magic protects me even when I do something stupid, before I think about it, that makes it bad." Crinkling her forehead, she looked down at her father, her expression skeptical, "That doesn't make sense, that would make it good." "It's bad because you aren't controlling it, it's controlling you." "Nuh uh. If it was controlling me it wouldn't let me stick my hand in the fire in the first place! It just fixes me." She leaned over and kissed her father on the nose, "What's the real reason it's bad?" Before Bradan could answer, Aedan approached, his odd waddle making it obvious that dragons were made for flying, not walking. He reached out and clasped Catrin's head in his claws, gently, and turned her to face himself, assaulting her ears with his loud, chaotic voice. "Because humans aren't magic. Humans don't like that, so they say magic creatures are bad to justify killing us." In an oddly human gesture, the scaly green beast shrugged, "humans are very envious creatures." His tongue, the narrower, forked one, slipped out of his mouth and flicked over Catrin's face, lingering on her lips. "I taste magic, the Catrin is not fully human." His tongue flicked over Bradan's mouth the same way, "Bradan man is human. That is probably why Bradan man resists the Catrin's magic. Jealousy over her power, even though she doesn't use it." He returned to flicking his tongue over Catrin's face, then pushed at her lips. "May I taste more?" Parting her lips, Catrin invited the dragon to explore inside her mouth, curious. His tongue was hot against hers, and constantly moving, the two branches of the fork moving independently. As he managed to snake it down into her throat she was surprised it didn't trigger her gag reflex, making her moan instead. She closed her eyes and sucked and licked the strange organ filling her mouth and throat as if in a kiss, feeling a sense of loss as he pulled it back out slowly, his claws releasing her head. She blushed lightly at how much she had liked the feeling, then blushed more at the look on her father's face as he watched her. She tried to distract him, "Is that true, Dad? Is that why magic makes you upset with me?" Watching his daughter take the long, dark pink, snake-like tongue deep into her mouth had excited Bradan enough to distract him from the conversation. Blinking slowly, he tried to recall what the creature had said, then shook his head side to side, "I don't really know." He looked sheepish, "I was taught that magic is a curse and taints everything it touches. Not everyone believes that, though, so I never say anything." He smirked, "in my line of work it is always best to let everyone think you agree with them, but it means you rarely question anything very deeply." He noticed his hands were caressing Catrin's body without him thinking about it, sparking the beginning of a thought on control. "I'll have to do a lot of thinking, I think." When Catrin leaned down to kiss him, he slid his hands over her small breasts, squeezing lightly, and caressed the hard nipples with his palms, "I do love you, Cat, and I'll try not to make you feel bad." Biting at her tongue lightly he added, "and I don't want to be without you. I want you to stay with me." Aedan watched Bradan's hands moving over Catrin's body, then reached out a giant clawed hand and rested it lightly on her back, lifting the claws so the tips barely scratched her as he slid up and down from her head to her bottom, then down a little more. Having experienced the fragility of humans and humankin, he was careful not to rip or crush any thing as he tested the feeling of her body. As leathery as his fingers and palms appeared, they were actually quite sensitive and he enjoyed the smoothness of her skin. He hadn't had much experience with the softer, smoother, less hairy branch of humankin, and found the touch as pleasant as the taste, although the flavor could use a little spicing up. He caressed her soft little feet, surprised when she moaned, then back up her legs to the small bottom her father was also caressing. Catrin shivered as the soft leathery hand moved over her body while her father fondled her breasts, enjoying the slight scraping of the claws on her tender skin. As the hand caressed her feet she felt a surge of excitement, her toes curling, that built higher as her father's hands and the giant leathery one converged on her bum. When her father pulled her cheeks apart she sucked in a little gasp at the claw tip poking her little puckered hole, then a larger gasp as it started to push inside. Her bum clenched around the claw as the hard, thick finger it was attached to continued to push inward very slowly but insistently. She whimpered at the way it stretched and pulled at her, but didn't want it to stop. When it finally pushed inside, her bum clenching hard enough to ache, she had to moan loudly. As Aedan pushed the finger inward, Catrin started crying, gasping for breath. The dragon started moving the finger in and out, working it deeper and deeper into her butt, making her rock her pussy against her father's tight abs. Her hands clawed at Bradan's shoulders as she tried to kiss every bit of his face at once, her pelvis starting to thrust on its own. She could feel an orgasm building and reached down for her father's cock. Too short to have both his cock and his tongue at the same time, she gave up kissing and slid down his body until she could grasp his cock and try to get it into her before the dragon finished her. Bradan didn't hesitate, the thoughts of selling her having faded sometime over the last couple of days. Looking down at the top of her head, he pushed upward gently until he felt her lips at the head of his shaft, then murmured, "this might hurt, baby," as he shoved up into the hot, slippery, virgin pussy of his daughter. Catrin cried out as her hymen was ripped through, her approaching orgasm overwhelming the momentary pain as she heard her father tell the dragon to put his tongue down her throat. She opened her mouth invitingly, as her hips hammered at Bradan's, wanting to feel the warm thing wriggling inside. Aedan slipped the forked part of his tongue in and tasted the bouncing, wriggling girl, then ran it around the inside of her mouth before pushing back and into her throat. He found that sliding it in and out, the way Bradan was doing with his cock in the girl's pussy, elicited hungry moans from her and also made it easier to keep pushing deeper and deeper. He stopped and pulled back a small amount when she seemed to have trouble breathing, then continued tasting and pumping in and out of her throat as he watched her clutch and claw at her father's chest. He kept the one clawed finger buried deep inside her butt, as the rubbing it was doing seemed to excite both the girl and her father, and he enjoyed the way she tightened her muscles around it repeatedly. Bradan didn't last long. As soon as his daughter started to orgasm he couldn't hold back, the pressure of Aedan's large finger inside Catrin's butt added to the pressure of her tight little pussy, and his built up desire. Pulling down hard on her butt cheeks, he pushed up and filled her with his cum while she squirted down his shaft. ... to be continued.