owned by the dragon

"Just before leaving your Cultural Anthropology lecture today, your professor gives you an odd homework assignment - to learn about the culture of the person seated next to you. Turning your head, your eyes take in the presence of a red-horned girl, her orange eyes already scanning your features."

"She mumbles and glances away from you as your eyes meet. Grimacing softly, her tail coils around the foot of her chair."

"As you walk out of the classroom, she approaches you in the hall, her demeanor suddenly shifted and pleasant." "Hey! You're um.. Ephesians 4:32, right?" "She nods at you, smiling warmly."

"I'm Veralyn, though you can call me Vera if you wanna. I'm a draconid.." "She chuckles under her breath, covering her mouth." "I dont really know what to share though.."

[Swear to God, if this fucker tries to flirt with me or touch me I'll snap their fucking legs. So tired of this shit.]

"Vera stops behind Leon, breathing out slowly through her nose to calm herself. Her tail sways gently side to side as she thinks"

[The nerve of this mongrel, speaking to me that way. I'll show him...]

"Leon, was it?" "She says softly, a sweet smile on her face". "There's no need for that tone. I only wished to discuss our cultures in a civil manner over a meal."

"She walks around to face him, hands clasped in front of her as her orange eyes meet his". "The Black Barrel has the best fried mac and cheese. Just a quick bite before we part ways, yes?"

"Her tone is light and friendly but her eyes say otherwise. A challenge; will he come quietly or force an ugly scene? She hopes for the latter, itching for an excuse to cut loose after keeping her anger caged for so long."

[Come on, mutt. Give me a reason...]

"Vera meets his stare, refusing to back down. Her lips curl into a snarl as he leans in, baring her long fangs."

"Clever dog, figuring me out so quickly." "She whispers back, tail thrashing behind her." "But don't flatter yourself. You're nothing special."

"Reaching up, she grips his chin tightly, claws pricking his skin." "I'm only here because I have to be. One wrong move and I'll give those idiots the 'scene' they're waiting for."

"Her breath is hot on his face as rage and contempt roll off her in waves." "The question is, mutt, will you roll over like the rest? Or are you man enough to face me?"

"With a smirk, she releases him and steps back, eyes glinting as her bloodlust rises. The challenge still stands; come to the bar, or turn tail and run. Either way, she'll have her answer."

[Try me, dog. I'll put you in your place.]

"Vera's smirk widens at his response. Maybe this mongrel has more bite than bark after all."

"Sunshine, is it?" "She laughs, a cold and bitter sound." "We'll see who's smiling after tonight."

"Turning on her heel, she sets off toward the Black Barrel, tail swishing behind her. As they walk, she glances back to make sure he's following, eyes dancing with violent intent."

<The bar comes into view, it's grimy exterior belying the lively scene within. Music thumps from inside as patrons come and go, laughing loudly.>

"Try to keep up, dog." "She calls over her shoulder, pushing through the doors and heading straight for her favorite booth."

"Sliding into the cracked leather seat, she fixes Leon with a taunting stare." "Order us something strong from the bar. We've got a lot to... discuss."

"Her meaning is clear; the gloves are off and the game is afoot. She's been waiting for a worthy opponent for too long. Now, the real test begins."

"Vera's eyes narrow at his laughter, tail thrashing irritably."

"You think this is funny, mutt?" "She hisses, leaning forward across the table." "You have no idea what I'm capable of."

<At the bar, Leon catches the bartender's eye and places the drink order. The grizzled half-orc raises an eyebrow but says nothing, used to handling all kinds by now.>

"As Leon returns with the drinks, Vera snatches hers and takes a long sip, eyes never leaving his." "I've been dealing with pathetic worms like you my whole life. You'll have to do better than cheap tricks if you want to last."

"She leans back again, swirling the fruity liquid lazily." "So tell me, dog, what's so special about you, hmm? Why should I waste my time?"

"Her tone is mocking, daring him to prove himself worth her attention. For now, she's content to toy with her prey before the kill."

"Vera's eyes narrow further, tail thrashing more violently as she processes his words. No fear, no begging for mercy - just honesty. It throws her off balance, used to cowering or aggression from others."

"The real me, eh?" "She replies slowly, gaze calculating." "You have no idea what you're asking for, mutt. I could tear you to shreds without a second thought."

"Nonetheless, curiosity gets the better of her fury. This wolf is certainly a strange one, not reacting as expected. And after holding her anger in for so long..."

"Very well." "She says, dropping all pretense as her lips peel back in a feral smile." "You wanted the truth, you've got it."

"Leaning forward once more, she fixes him with a predatory stare." "I hate every last one of you worthless fleshbags. All that's kept me from painting these walls red is this pathetic school. But maybe..."

"Her claws extend slowly with a metallic rasp." "Maybe spilling a little mutt blood could help me vent."

"The challenge remains in her eyes - push her further, back down, or meet her rage head on. His move."

"A low, rumbling growl builds in Vera's throat at his words, her entire form tensing like a coiled spring."

"You asked for it, mutt." "She snarls, fangs fully bared."

"In a lightning fast movement, she launches herself across the table with a feral roar, claws and tail lashing. Her intent is clear - to pin him down and tear into flesh. After so long holding back, she's past the point of restraint or mercy."

<Patrons scream and dive out of the way as the booth goes flying, drinks shattering on the floor. Vera and Leon go tumbling end over end, a whirlwind of claws and fur as they grapple violently.>

"With a savage snarl, Vera manages to roll on top, pinning his arms above his head with inhuman strength. Her clawed fingers dig into his wrists, drawing blood as her horned head lowers to within an inch of his face."

"Any last words, mutt? Before I paint the walls as promised?" "She hisses, drool dripping from her bared fangs onto his face."

"For the first time, a hint of madness burns in her orange eyes. The beast has been truly unleashed - his choice could well be his last."

"The kiss catches Vera utterly off guard, her rage momentarily stunned into silence. No one has ever dared such a thing, let alone when she has them at her mercy."

Slowly, her claws relax their grip on Leon's wrists, though she makes no move to release him fully. Her ragged breaths ghost across his lips as her eyes search his, confusion and fury warring within.

"You... what?" "She manages at last, tail thrashing erratically behind her." "Have you lost your mind, mutt? I was about to kill you!"

"Yet for all her words, the fire has gone out of her gaze. His fearlessness has thrown a wrench in her plans, leaving her adrift without an anchor for her anger."

"With a low growl of frustration, she pulls back just enough to stare down at him, fangs still bared though no longer in a snarl." "Explain. Now."

"Her claws flex warningly on his wrists, though whether in threat or something else, even she isn't sure."

"Vera's eyes narrow further at his casual tone, as if they weren't seconds away from a bloodbath."

"You're insane." "She hisses, though her grip relaxes fractionally more." "I could have killed you, and you... what, enjoy a little danger?"

"Nonetheless, she can't deny a certain thrill at finally having an opponent who doesn't grovel or flee at the first sign of her wrath. It's... novel, to say the least."

"You're not like the others." "She growls begrudgingly, tail flicking as she considers him." "But don't think that means you're special, mutt. I could still end you with a thought."

"Yet despite the threat, a hint of curiosity has awakened in her fiery gaze. This wolf continues to surprise, where all others could be predicted. For the first time... she wonders what more he could offer, if pushed just a little further."

"So. Got anything else to say for yourself? Before I decide whether to kill you or not?"

"A loud, incredulous roar of laughter bursts from Vera's throat at his brazen question, fangs flashing in genuine mirth."

"You've got stones, I'll give you that mutt!" "She chuckles, claws flexing almost playfully on his wrists now." "Not many would dare such vulgarity in my grip."

"Leaning down until her breath ghosts his lips once more, her grin takes on a feral edge." "As for your question... why don't you find out?"

"With a flick of her wrist, Leon's hands are suddenly free. But before he can move, she pins them beside his head with her knees, trapping him effectively beneath her muscular form."

"Show me what you've got, dog." "She purrs, fangs glinting hungrily." "Surprise me. If you can last more than a minute, I might decide to spare that mangy hide of yours."

"The challenge remains, though now lit with a predatory hunger rather than rage. Her wrath has found a new target - can he meet it and survive?"

"A low, rumbling growl of approval rumbles in Vera's throat at his compliance, orange eyes dancing with feral anticipation."

"Good dog." "She purrs, tail swishing slowly behind her." "Keep those paws where I can see them."

"Shifting slightly to settle more firmly atop him, she reaches down to undo the top buttons of her shirt with agonizing slowness."

"Let's see if you can make it... entertaining." "She breathes, breasts partially exposed as her clothing parts." "Impress me in the next minute, and I may reward you further... if you survive, that is."

"Her claws flex meaningfully against his wrists, a subtle threat underlying her words. But her hungry gaze invites his touch, daring him to risk life and limb in pursuit of pleasure. Can he rise to the challenge, when one wrong move means death? The clock is ticking..."

"Vera's eyes flash dangerously at his request, tail lashing." "Getting bold, are we?" "She growls, claws curling possessively around his wrists."

"Very well." "She decides after a tense moment, releasing his arms slowly." "But try anything foolish..."

"Her threat trails off meaningfully as she settles back, watching him intently through half-lidded eyes. Her breasts remain partially exposed in invitation, legs straddling his hips to keep him pinned in place. The challenge remains - can he satisfy her without ending up as a meal?"

"Fifty seconds. Impress me, mutt." "She purrs, claws flexing restlessly as anticipation builds within her coiled frame." "Show me what you've got... if you live, that is."

"The gauntlet has been thrown. Now it's up to Leon to rise and meet it, or perish in the attempt. Her hungry gaze demands his touch - but one wrong move will mean the end."

"A surprised growl rumbles in Vera's throat at his boldness, claws digging instinctively into his shoulders - though whether in threat or pleasure, even she isn't sure."

"Cocky..." "She breathes against his lips, fangs nipping warningly at his bottom one." "You've got nerve, mutt. I'll give you that."

"Nonetheless, she can't deny the thrill his touch elicits, nipples pebbling under his fingers. It's been so long since anyone dared caress the beast without fear."

"Rolling her hips down against the growing bulge in his pants, she rewards him with a low moan." "Thirty seconds... make them count, dog."

"Her claws rake slowly down his chest in a promise of pain, though for now her writhing form betrays her growing pleasure. Can he drive her higher in the remaining time? Or will she lose control and end him first..."

"The clock is ticking as their passions rise, a savage tangle of flesh and claws. Only time will tell if lust or violence claims the victory this night."

"A shuddering gasp escapes Vera as Leon's hands trail lower, claws digging reflexively into the floorboards as pleasure jolts through her coiled frame."

"F-Fifteen seconds..." "She manages through a haze of building lust, neck arching to grant him better access."

"Her shorts are unfastened with agonizing slowness, tail lashing wildly behind her. For the first time, she feels another's touch without fear or rage - only hunger."

"Grinding herself shamelessly against his hand, she claws desperately at his back, no longer caring whether in threat or passion."P-Please... more...""

"Ten seconds remain on the clock, yet she no longer cares about threats or challenges. Only the promise of release matters as her beast rises, a guttural moan escaping bared fangs."

"By the Nine Hells, don't stop..." "She growls, the first plea she's uttered in years falling from her lips." "I'm so close, mutt... make me come!"

"Five seconds. Will he push her over the edge in time? Or will the clock run out, leaving her clawing at the very edge of paradise?"

"A roar of ecstasy tears from Vera's throat as Leon slams home, her inner walls clamping down on his length like a vice. Dragons were not made for such acts of passion, yet in this moment she cares not - only the primal hunger within matters."

"Yes! Fuck, yes!" "She chants mindlessly, claws raking his back hard enough to draw blood as she arches into his thrusts." "Harder, mutt! Give it to me!"

"Never has she felt such pleasure, such utter loss of control. Her beast thrashes within its cage as he pounds into her willing cunt, tail thrashing wildly as her orgasm builds once more."

"Crashing her lips to his in a savage kiss, she devours his mouth hungrily, uncaring of fangs or claws. All that exists is the fire in her loins, the ache only he can satisfy."

"Close, so close... don't stop until I've cum all over this fat cock!" "She snarls, nails raking down his chest to trace his sculpted abs." "Fuck me like the animal you are, dog! Make me yours!"

"With a guttural scream, she shatters around his length, fluids gushing over his shaft and thighs. Dragons were never meant for such pleasures - yet in this moment, boundless ecstasy is all she knows."

"Vera can only emit a low, rumbling purr of satisfaction as Leon's release floods her waiting womb, limbs still trembling in the aftershocks of her shattering climax."

"You... you've earned your life tonight, dog," "She manages at last, claws carding lazily through his hair as she struggles to catch her breath."

"Never... have I met a creature so bold, or felt such pleasure." "Her eyes, when they meet his once more, hold a newfound respect - as well as the promise of darker hungers yet to come."

"You may stay. For now." "She allows, nipping his jaw in a gesture almost affectionate, at least for one of her violent kind." "We shall see if you can continue... satisfying me. If not..."

"Her grin takes on a feral edge once more, tail flicking almost playfully against his thighs." "Well. I'm sure you can imagine, mongrel."

"Rolling atop him with a wicked chuckle, she settles to clean his release from her thighs, meeting his gaze over glistening fangs. What new pleasures and perils await this unexpected duo, in the aftermath of such a savage joining? Only time will tell."

"Vera watches with gleaming eyes as Leon struggles to his feet, wounds sluggishly oozing from her earlier fury. Her claws had been sharp indeed - yet in the aftermath of passion, she feels no urge to finish what was started."

"Hmph. You clean up well, for a mongrel." "She observes almost approvingly, licking a stray droplet of his release from her thumb." "Though I do believe you'll bear my marks for some time... a reminder, should that cock of yours grow too bold once more."

"Rising with inhuman grace, she begins redressing with unhurried, predatory movements, tail swishing slowly behind her."

"As for that wretched assignment... I suppose we must. Can't have them expelling me just yet, before I've decided whether to keep you or not."

"Her grin flashes fangs once more, eyes dancing with the promise of further debauchery to come." "Come, dog. Let me hear what pathetic 'culture' you mongrels claim. And if you're... entertaining enough, perhaps another reward will be had."

"Collecting her bag nonchalantly, she saunters from the room without a backwards glance, clearly expecting him to follow. What new delights and dangers await this unlikely duo, as their 'partnership' continues to evolve?"

"Vera glances back, eyes gleaming with wicked amusement at Leon's observation."

"Hmm, true enough. I doubt the fool would appreciate such... vivid details about my culture's more carnal practices."

"Pausing to allow him to draw level, she eyes his wounds almost appraisingly before continuing their walk."

"As for where we go - that depends on you, mongrel. Entertain me with something of substance about your people, and perhaps another reward may be had. Though next time..."

"Her claws trace teasingly down his chest, just shy of breaking skin once more." "We find somewhere more... private. Your screams may attract unwanted attention otherwise."

"Licking a stray drop of blood from her nail, she fixes him with a hungry smirk." "Now, speak. And choose your words wisely, dog, if you wish to know greater pleasures this night."

"What tales will Leon spin to satisfy his savage captor's curiosity - and satiate hungers yet unquenched? The night is young, and Vera's passions ever demand fresh indulgences. Their 'partnership' has only begun to evolve..."

"Vera listens with gleaming eyes as Leon begins to speak, claws idly tracing patterns upon his skin - though whether in promise or threat, even she does not seem sure."

"An orphaned pup, then. How predictable." "She murmurs, though not unkindly." "And what of this village? What customs did your kind observe? What tales did your dam tell to ease your pups to sleep?"

"Pausing in her ministrations, she fixes him with a gaze that, for once, holds only curiosity - no anger or hunger, at least for the moment."

"Speak true, mongrel. I've lived centuries - I can smell a lie. So regale me with your people's ways, and I shall decide if they amuse me enough for another reward. What say you, dog? Will you share your culture freely to a drake?"

"Her eyes gleam with wicked promise once more, claws resuming their teasing exploration of his form. What memories will he unravel to satisfy her strange fascination this night?"