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The white dragon morph must have been at least eight feet tall, towering over even the tallest of the members of the Pack. When he walked into view of the archers who stood guard during the night hours, the wolves instinctively pulled on their bows, ready to fire, but the dragon only looked at them calmly through his amber-colored eyes and smiled, tinges of pink flame tickling his nostrils. The wolves stared at the creature, unable to move, and he walked into the Territory.
There was a meeting of the Elders on that night, and the dragon walked right into the circle of wolves. A red wolf stood and was ready to attack, when the black wolf at his side placed a paw on his thigh. The red wolf looked down at him, and sat again, the fur on the back of his neck still edged up, a growl ready to burst from his throat.
The white dragon stood now within the light of the bonfire, studied by twelve canine eyes. He removed the hood of his black cloak, revealing more of his pearl-like scales, looking around at the wolves.
�I am Anjel,� boomed the dragon, his voice shaking the hearts of the wolves with each syllable. �Messenger of the Geart Dragon Flock, east of your Territories. I come with a warning.� He stood still, allowing the words to sink in. With one scaled talon, he reached into his cloak and withdrew a wolf tail. He held it up for all to see, then tossed it on the ground before him. �This wolf was of your Pack, this we know for fact. He killed one of our hatchlings and attacked many others. This will not be taken in stride.�
The dragon�s eyes scanned the circle once more, his nostrils taking in the scents of the fire. His eyes narrowed when he noticed a white wolf, female, standing just behind the Alpha Elder. She was young, and in Heat, for her scent filled the dragon�s lungs heavily. He smiled.
Reaching again into his cloak, the dragon withdrew a scroll and stepped forward, walking slowly towards the Alpha Elder. The aged gray wolf looked up at the dragon and Anjel squatted before him, offering the scroll. The wolf looked wearily at the dragon and opened the scroll, his gray eyes scanning the symbols knowingly, remembering such a time as now. He nodded once and closed the scroll, closing his eyes.
The dragon stepped back as the Elder spoke, all eyes now focused on the gray wolf. �The Geart Tribe has battled us many times before,� he said, his voice soft, yet strong. �We are no match for their fleet of flying creatures, for they are united also with the gryphons of Kito Peak. They have offered a truce, if we submit one wolf to them, without battle.�
Anjel remained still, his eyes locked on the female wolf. Her scent was everywhere, it seemed, and it was amazing that these wolves were not pouncing on her. She was watching the dragon, too, carefully, a frightened look shrouding her emerald eyes.
The Elder continued speaking. �This wolf will be of Messenger Anjel�s choice, and we may not object.� The gray wolf looked now to the dragon. �Make your choice, dragon, and leave our Pack be.�
Anjel stepped forward, pretending to observe every Elder in his view. Really, the dragon knew what he wanted; he wanted that white wolf. He stopped within a few feet of the gray Elder and drew up his hood. �I choose the female,� he said, nodding his muzzle towards her. She brought her paw to her muzzle to stifle a cry, but the Elder only nodded slowly.
�So it shall be,� he said solemnly.
Anjel stepped forward and held out a talon, smiling at the wolf. Tears filled her pretty eyes as she placed her trembling paw in his massive claw.
The light from the meeting in the wolves� Territory faded quickly as the two walked away from inhabited land. The dragon stopped and removed his cloak, dropping it onto the grass below. His scales shone beautifully from the moonlight. He was a normal dragon, not overly muscular, but still very strong and not an inch of fat could be found on his magnificently toned body. He was crouched on all fours, his translucent, leathery wings spread out behind him, his arms shielding his otherwise exposed parts as his foretalons balanced his weight on the ground. He lowered his head and looked the female wolf in the eyes.
�Climb on,� he said softly. �I will fly the remainder of the journey.�
The wolf didn�t move, her paws fidgeting with the loincloth that was tied about her hips. She either was too scared to climb onto the dragon, or she didn�t know how. Anjel sighed and stood, bringing his foretalons forward to pull the wolf closer to his vulnerable underbelly, and a small sound escaped the wolf�s throat as she was embraced against the soft scales, her head falling just below his chest.
�What�s your name, pretty one?� the dragon whispered, the scent of her Heat enveloping him again.
The wolf took a deep breath and seemed determined not to answer for a while, then muttered, �Akio.� The dragon made a deep sound, almost like the purring of felines, only deeper, more like a growl. Anjel ran a talon gently through her white headfur, the other still resting heavily on her shoulder.
�Akio,� the dragon repeated. The name sounded very pretty in his tongue, altered slightly by the dragon accent. The wolf smiled and relaxed slightly, feeling safer now that she was sure he would not eat her.
The dragon brought his foretalons down and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly against him, and she felt him crouch and push off of the ground. Akio looked down and saw the ground growing farther and farther away, and she realized that they were flying. Anjel�s foretalons held her tightly to his chest and abdomen, pulling her upwards so that her head rested at the base of his neck. His arms were wrapped around her gently, yet tight enough to hold her against his body. With every pump of his wings, Akio�s heart jumped, and she tried to hide her face against his chest.
�We won�t be going straight to the Flock Territory,� Anjel explained, his voice hardly affected by the strain of flight. �I want to take you to my cove, for a while, so that I may prepare you for my Lords.�
Young Akio was gaining courage. �What will they do to me?� she asked.
Anjel was silent for a long while, thinking or delaying the inevitable. �I�m� not entirely sure,� he said finally. He curved his neck so that he could look down at her. �I�ve never brought a female before.�
The wolf was silent, watching Anjel carefully, fear welling up inside again. She looked away and closed her eyes. The dragon continued flying, pumping his wings harder and quicker.
The air grew cooler as they neared the mountains, the sky growing clear and starry. Anjel exhaled and a plume of violet flame jetted from his muzzle. Akio looked up, startled by the sudden bright light, and the dragon began churring again, diving towards one of the mountains. As the mountainside became closer, Akio noticed that there was no cavern of any sort, just a wall, and they were heading straight for it.
Anjel pumped his wings slower, angling himself so that he slowed down, still moving fast enough to hit the stone wall at a quickened rate. Akio closed her eyes, ready for impact�
�Open your eyes, Akio,� the dragon rumbled, setting her down on the smooth stone floor. Akio opened her eyes and took in the vision before her; this was Anjel�s cove. The walls were tall and intricately carved with unnamable designs, decorated with sconces and tapestries. On the floor, there were some rugs in areas, bright as the rainbow. It was not dark at all; fire at every meter lit up the cavern as well as the sunlight would. There were multicolored cushions everywhere, and Akio could tell from the way they looked that they were made of silk. Some were large enough to fit Anjel�s entire body upon them, others, small enough for just a paw. In the center of the room, there was a pool of crystal clear water, steaming, probably heated from the earth�s inner fire. Not far from the pool was a small, circular hole in the ground that contained black rocks.
Anjel walked over to the circular hole and blew a wisp of flame into it, and the rocks were ablaze with violet fire. He looked back to Akio and smiled, moving deeper into the cove.
But weren�t they flying straight into a mountainside? �How�� Akio was about to ask.
�Illusion,� said the dragon softly, picking up several cushions and placing them near an opposite wall. �I�m not used to company.�
The wolf walked into the room where Anjel was rearranging pillows, and sat near the smaller group that he created. He paused and exhaled again, tufts of his violet flame tickling out of his nostrils, his yellow eyes studying her.
The dragon seemed even taller when Akio was sitting. His pearly scales shone with the violet flame burning in the fire. He still wore no clothes, and he was not crouching anymore, his sheath and sac exposed. For a moment, Akio couldn�t believe her eyes, and she found herself staring at the enormous sheath, the heavy balls that would probably take more than just her two paws to hold. She caught herself, however, when she realized that Anjel was making the low noise again, and she noticed it had a clicking sound to it. She raised her eyes to his and tried to ignore the lecherous thoughts that her Heat had put into her mind.
Anjel walked over to her, holding one cushion. �You�ll sleep here tonight,� he said, almost dryly, and dropped the pillow. As he turned and walked away, Akio looked at the pillow and noticed that it had been ripped, as if it had been held too tightly. The dragon stretched out on the cushions across the room, and soon his breathing rumbled in sleep.
Akio lied restlessly on the cushions, growing accustomed to Anjel�s heavy breathing. There were still a few sconces lit, but they were going out quickly with time. The young wolf turned to her side, unable to ignore any longer the scent of a male, even if it was a dragon. She sighed and closed her eyes, straining to get to sleep before she attempted to pleasure herself, the knot in her sex growing tighter with every breath she took.
Finally, the wolf was not able to withstand her Heat, and she turned over on her back, spreading her legs wide enough for her paw. Removing the loincloth, she opened her sex and found the clitoral hood, fingering it until she found the tiny little gland, hard and swollen with her Heat. Her hips jumped as she found it, and she regained control of them, pressing them down against the cushions below her.
Closing her eyes, Akio pressed against her clitoris, struggling to remain silent and still, pressing quicker each time. She almost yelped when she felt her climax rising inside of her, the feeling at first nothing, then growing and growing, and finally exploding as she pressed against the little gland slower, her sex closing vainly on the air.
She sighed, relaxing her muscles, feeling her sex still throbbing slightly, hungry for more. She closed her eyes, ready for sleep, when she felt a heavy talon on her thigh. She looked over and stifled a scream. Anjel leaned forward and licked her jaw, his tongue snaking around her jawbone, then snaking out again, down to her breasts. The thought of fighting the dragon�s advances entered Akio�s mind only for a moment before she realized that the dragon was too big and strong for her to take on alone. She lied in fear, angry with her body for reacting to his touch.
The talon that rested on her thigh moved upwards, probing her wet sex with its claws. Surprisingly, the claws on his foretalons were not sharp at all; in fact, it seemed that they had been filed down. Akio�s legs opened slightly at their own accord, allowing the talon more room, and Anjel felt inside of her, one of his claws probing into her vagina, causing her to gasp with surprise. Another claw on the same talon began to nudge upwards, teasing her clitoris, while at the same time his long reptilian tongue snaked around her breast and squeezed it lightly, the forked tip flickering over her hardened nipple. Akio gasped and brought her paws down to Anjel�s wrist and pushed it, trying to get his talon deeper inside of her. She whined softly and looked to the dragon.
�I know what you want,� Anjel said softly, sadly meeting her eyes. �Believe me this� I want it too.� Akio looked between them and noticed his bulging sheath. It was probably using most of his strength to keep it contained. She raised her eyes questioningly to his. �I can�t,� he said gently. �I� I can�t. My Lords will know that I have been with you. I can not bring a female unless she is in Heat, as you are.�
Akio whined again, hungry for him but not willing to argue. She closed her eyes as Anjel wiggled his claw inside of her, probing at her vaginal walls, his talon pads rubbing against her clitoris. Both of Akio�s paws held fast onto Anjel�s wrist as she climaxed, howling in broken breaths and trembling in half-ecstasy.
Anjel drew away silently, removing his talon from her throbbing sex and slowly standing, then turned and walked away from her. Akio�s eyes focused, depending on what little light still remained from the sconces, and she watched him walk across the room and lie on his back on the pile of cushions there. He stared up at the ceiling and brought his talon to his muzzle, his nostrils flaring as he took in her scent. His other talon trailed down his stomach to the roll of scales at his loins and he ran a claw along its length, making a soft clicking noise. He bared his teeth against a groan, struggling to stay silent.
Akio felt a pinch between her legs, wishing that she had the courage to walk over to him. Anjel�s talon pulled back on the scaled sheath and the pink head popped out, swelling onto his stomach as his organ grew in length and size. He tugged lightly on it, growling sensuously and using his other talon to massage the head with the tips of his claws. The white wolf didn�t believe her eyes as the organ swelled thickly and grew so long that Anjel could have probably nuzzled the tip if he wanted to. But his head was thrown back, eyes opened only slightly as he teased along its length, one talon pumping near the sheath while the other fondled at the tip. He turned his head and exhaled a plume of purple flame, amber eyes open and he looked right at Akio as he rumbled loudly, closing his eyes as he came in several violent spurts on his throat and chest.
The wolf turned her head and looked into the cavernous ceiling, her breath quickened. She longed to have him inside of her, all of him; from hilt to head. She wondered if she could take all of that and she shivered with lechery at the thought.
Anjel�s breathing was slowing and Akio looked at him, only to meet his half-open eyes. She almost jumped, unaware of being watched, but the dragon only smiled sleepily, gently stroking his organ as it disappeared slowly back into his sheath. Akio only whimpered inaudibly before turning over, closing her eyes, and trying desperately to fall asleep.
When Akio opened her eyes, she was only able to tell that it was morning because the torches were again lit and the little bonfire was out. She turned instinctively towards Anjel�s bed of pillows and was surprised to find it empty. His scent was still heavy in the air, though.
Afraid to move, Akio used her ears to find where the dragon was. She heard wings flapping� he was probably outside.
A clicking noise made her turn her head. Anjel was walking into the cove, carrying something. He walked up to her and held her gaze steadily, his nostrils flaring as he took in her scent again, his eyes holding no emotion. He dropped some things on the floor; a black leather muzzle and a matching leash, black leather handcuffs with white fur lining, and a tall collar, similar to the handcuffs. She raised her eyes to Anjel fearfully.
�You must be properly dressed to be brought before my Lords,� Anjel said, kneeling down. He still wore no clothes, and as he crouched before her, his legs spread, revealing his splendid sac and sheath that Akio remembered so well from the previous night. Her eyes fell instantly upon them and she resisted a strong urge to reach out and caress the sheath with her paw. She looked back up to Anjel, who was staring at her, emotion beginning to show deep in his eyes.
�First I will teach you what you must know to� to properly serve my Lords.� The great dragon stood and closed his wings tightly to his back, his gaze steady. �You must learn how to dress your Lord.�
Anjel turned and walked into the darkness, then came back with a pair of beige trousers and a white shirt with lace at the collar and wrists. He dropped them and looked down to Akio expectantly. �When asked a question and you want to say, no, then you must say, �Only if it pleases my Lord.� If you want to say yes, then it is, �Not if it would displease my Lord.� Your life now.. is��
Akio looked up to Anjel, catching the dragon looking away from her. She whined softly.
�Your life now, is to please the Lords. And� and that is all.� As the words came solemnly from the dragon�s muzzle, a heavy feeling of dread fell over the cavern. Akio�s ears flattened as she held her chin up to look Anjel in the eyes, a whimper caught in her throat.
�Stand,� Anjel said steadily. The white wolf obeyed instantly. Anjel raised a talon under Akio�s jaw and the low clicking noise emitted from his throat as he smiled at her soothingly. �Relax, Akio,� he said softly, eyes locking hers in a pleasant gaze. �Dress me, but carefully. You mustn�t do anything that would anger your Lord.�
Akio bent over and her ears brushed against his scaled thighs, resulting in a sharp pause from the churring. She straightened up, holding the trousers and avoiding eye contact. She bent down again and touched his right hindtalon lightly, afraid to try and move it herself, and he lifted it, allowing her to slip one leg of the pants over his calf. She did the same with the remaining talon, feeling his eyes watching her every move. Standing again to pull the soft cloth to his hips, Akio looked up into his eyes. He was watching her, muzzle closed and neutral, but his eyes gave away what he felt. Behind his beautiful yellow eyes burned a passion that wasn�t just physical, but he really had begun to care for her. It wasn�t quite love, but more of a concern. Akio�s ears flattened and she turned her attention to the trousers again.
Forced to look in the direction of the delicately scaled sheath, the wolf felt her ears grow warm as she flushed beneath her fur. Reflexively, she leaned forward and kissed the opening, allowing her tongue to snake out slightly, teasing the sensitive skin that held his organ at bay. Anjel gasped, his talons holding her shoulders and pushing her away, holding her only a few feet from himself.
�You�� He held his head down, eyes closed so that he could not see Akio. She whined softly, placing a paw on a talon that rested heavily on her shoulder, looking up at him. �Akio�� he whispered. �Don�t� please.� He opened his eyes and looked at her pleadingly.
�When will I see you again, Anjel?� she asked, her voice startling her. She hadn�t spoken in so long.
The dragon raised his head a bit, looking at Akio gently. �If they do not want you, I will take you, if that is even possible.�
Akio�s ears pinned back and she whined softly.
The dragon sighed, bringing his foretalons to her cheeks, drawing her chin up. �I must teach you still, my beautiful pet,� he said. �Beauty will not grant you the earth.� He dropped his talons to her paws, pulling her closer and bringing her paws to the string on the front of the trousers. �Continue, Akio.� Silently, the wolf tied and tightened the cloth snugly against his sheath. When finished, she picked up the delicate shirt and looked up to Anjel, not sure how to complete this task. He smiled and took it from her, donning it over his head. When dressed, he looked again to Akio.
�Do you wish to be washed, my pet?� he asked softly.
�Not if it would displease� my Lord,� Akio said almost silently, her eyes shyly rising to his. Anjel smiled and stooped down to lift her, carrying her to the steaming pool of water near the entrance. He whispered a plume of flame in the direction of the little bonfire, setting it ablaze with violet fire again, and set her in the warm water slowly.
She found that it was not deep enough to stand in, so she sat, leaning against a wall. She looked up to the dragon as he knelt down and reached into the pool, bringing a round sponge from the water. He brought the sponge to her face and gently cleaned it, padding around her eyes and muzzle carefully.
Akio watched him sleepily the entire time, the warm water lapping at her breasts. The dragon seemed very intent on his work, not looking Akio in the eyes at all. His scent began to grow stronger, though, and Akio started to pant softly as her Heat began to take effect again. Anjel�s eyes met hers as he caught the lecherous scent that came from her, the sponge halted in mid-pat. His muzzle cracked open and his pink reptilian tongue snaked out, flicking momentarily before disappearing again. He closed his eyes and lowered his head, nostrils flaring as a tinge of pink flame tickled his nose.
Raising a white paw to his talon that was paused at her shoulder, Akio brought the sponge to her breasts. She began to breathe in such a way that brought her chest forward, lifting her chin slightly to look into Anjel�s curious eyes. Smiling, the clicking noise emitting from his throat again, Anjel began to move the sponge over Akio�s hardened nipples. The wolf yipped quietly, as if afraid that any sudden noise would startle him. Anjel began talking again.
�Akio� if the Leader of the Lords does not wish for you, then� then, you will be offered to the lesser Lords. Only if these dragons do not take you may I have the chance of requesting you as my slave.� His voice was flat, his eyes watching her emotionlessly again. �But they may kill you, Akio. The trials they will put you through will not be easy or painless, I am sure. Just��
His arm rested and the talon holding the sponge was submerged into the water. Anjel�s eyes were closed again, head lowered and turned away. �Just do as they ask of you, and I�m sure��
When Akio was properly cleaned and dried, Anjel brought the leather trappings from earlier and set them on the ground. He kneeled, bringing his gaze only a notch lower than hers. �Your Lord will not be the one to dress you, usually. Most slaves are tended to every morning by an assigned groom.�
Akio was still looking at the adornments. The collar was so high that it would hold her head up, so she would not be able to turn her gaze down from the Lord dragons. Anjel picked this up first, much to her dismay, and the wolf was unable to stifle a whimper.
The blow was sharp; at first, it did not occur to her that the dragon who only moments ago was gently patting her fur dry with cotton blankets had just slapped her, and so suddenly. She was on the ground, on all fours, head lowered and one paw at her face where the flesh beneath the fur was still warm. Anjel was crouching.
�You must never, ever do that,� he explained softly, his talon slipping over hers, a rounded claw brushing the wet fur beneath her eye. �These tears must be the only protest you hold. Never a whimper, never� unless you are being punished, and tears no longer sustain the pain.�
Akio kept her gaze down, eyes shutting against the tears. �I didn�t want to hit you,� Anjel was saying. �But they will do far more than that if you make a mistake before the Lords.� When the wolf was still kneeling on the floor, without a response to the dragon, his voice came again, only harsher. �Akio, stand up.�
�Forgive me, my Lord,� Akio blurted softly as she rose, eyes demurely lowered.
�That�s good,� rumbled the dragon. He unbuckled the collar and slipped it beneath her chin, forcing her muzzle into a ninety-degree angle with her throat. It clasped tightly in the front, the inner fur lining making the fit all the more snug, a heavy D-shaped ring hanging from each of the clasps. She kept her eyes on Anjel, afraid to look away.
�It�s a nice fit,� he commented gently as he pulled his talons away. His eyes met hers for only a second, and it seemed that the second lasted longer than it actually did, but Anjel was rising from the floor again, this time holding the cuffs.
�Now, Akio, with the exception of this time, the cuffs and muzzle are rarely used. Because the Lords have not met you yet, they are unsure of your motives, so these are only for safety�both yours and the Lords.� He moved around her. �You are not to speak without being asked, and never do something on your own will. Paws, please.�
The wolf moved her paws to her lower back and felt the furred handcuffs pushing over them, then the laces were pulled tightly and tied together as he continued to speak.
�Remember, never to object� and do we remember how to say �yes� and �no,� when pertaining to our own wishes?� His talons moved from her wrists to her upper arms, squeezing gently.
�Only if it would please my Lord,� Akio replied softly. �That is how I should say �no.��
�And �yes�?�
�Not if it would displease my Lord.�
Anjel smiled and the clicking churr returned again. �Very good� I�m sure the Lords will be pleased with you.�
This time, Akio rode on the dragon�s back on the way to the Flock Territory. The muzzle was tight around her face and she felt unstable, not being able to hold onto him because her paws were bound. She had a hard time turning her head, so she closed her eyes and held her legs around him as tightly as she was capable, lowering her upper body against his sinuous neck.
�We are almost there,� Anjel rumbled, giving a strong lurch with his wings, the muscles tightening around his shoulders and back.
Lights danced on the mountainsides as the dragons� Territory gradually came into view. The Star was receding behind them, giving the sky a violet-red hue. The town began at the roots of the huge mounds of stone and dirt, houses fashioned of stone with flat, gemstone-covered roofs that were aglitter with the firelight. Torches of every color imaginable illuminated the dirt roads; stone roads emerged only as the mountain rose. There were dragons to match the flames, young, old and all looking powerfully beautiful in colorful robes, leggings, dresses and blouses. Precious stones littered the ground as if they were nothing, but it did seem that there was elegance aplenty. Akio found no words. This place was far from the image of her homeland, the Pack Territory.
Anjel landed before a towering palace with turrets of red glass. The stone was orange, almost matching the ground at his talons. He crouched and the white wolf slid from his back, landing awkwardly on her feet and losing her balance. She fell promptly into the red dirt.
The dragon helped her stand, brushing the dust from her fur. �You must be your most graceful, my little white rose,� he whispered gently into her ear. �Do exactly as they say, answer any question they ask unerringly. You will do fine, Akio.�
Her heart fluttered against her chest as if it were some bird, struggling to break free.
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