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      "writing": "CHAPTER 6\n\nWARRIOR\n\nMar'gon didn't know if it was because Mahr'daga's pheromones were starting to lose their hold on him due to her no longer being around, or if it was because this new dragoness's pheromones were countering its effects...\n\nFact was, it was the first time since getting captured that he felt something that wasn't overwhelming desire to submit, or blind lust, but that brought him no consolation at all.\n\nHe felt ashamed, heart-broken and devastated...\n\nHe had tried! He had tried really hard! \n\nIt wasn't his fault that he had never been one to submit! It was all new to him! He had tried his absolute best to please that fucking dragoness! He had even tried to REALLY like it! \n\nBut it hadn't been enough...\n\nNo matter how hard he had tried, it was never good enough! There was always some fatal flaw in what he did, some careless error in his worshiping! And when he did everything Mahr'daga had asked of him, and followed her instructions to the letter, she complained that there was no passion behind it!\n\nHe had done everything Dar'gon did too, down to every last fucking lick and kiss! And yet he got lauded, while he got berated!\n\nIt wasn't fair!\n\n``Mmmmm...'' \n\nHis moping was interrupted by the sound of the new dragoness, called M'hor'daga, pondering her shackled captive. She circled around him like a flying predator before she went for the killing strike.\n\nMar'gon should have felt terrified, like the rest of the captives, for being in such a vulnerable position, at the mercy of such a cruel and sadistic dragoness, but he didn't. \n\nIn fact, he felt empty inside.\n\nHe had been thrown away, like a broken toy, like a failure. Mar'gon, who bragged about never failing at what he did, who had never known the taste of personal failure... had failed, miserably.\n\nIt wasn't through any fault of his own, but that didn't make the pill any easier to swallow. In fact, because he had never failed before, and because he had been beaten by Dar'gon, of all dragons, it made it all the more bitter.\n\nDar'gon...\n\nJust thinking about him stirred anger inside him. What had that useless runt done to make that dragoness like him so fucking much?!\n\nHe wasn't tall! He wasn't strong! He wasn't handsome! He wasn't a warrior like him! If it wasn't for Mar'gon, he would have become Wretch food a long time ago!\n\nHe was a lucky bastard. That was it, just a lucky bastard. Always making it out somehow, through no merit of his, or getting what he didn't deserve...\n\nEven getting kicked out of the Lava Wyrms turned out to be good for him. He probably had it planned all along the scumbag!\n\nWait... what was he thinking?! Dar'gon was his best friend! He couldn't think of him like that! There was no way he did what he did on purpose! He was a good soul!\n\nAnd yet...\n\n``This is a first...'' M'hor'daga kept pondering ``This is probably the first time my useless sister has rejected one of her catches. She never rejects anything she gets her weak claws on. You must have really fucked up for her to get to that point...''\n\nNo! He hadn't!\n\nHe hadn't fucked anything up! He had done everything that fucking dragoness had asked him to do and then some! She was impossible to please! She had impossible standards!\n\nEven Dar'gon couldn't meet her standards either, she was probably trying to find ways to convince herself that Dar'gon wasn't the useless runt he was!\n\nHeck, he was sure that none of those useless twins could meet her standards either! What was wrong with them anyway?! What kind of sick dragon would get off from pain like they did?! They had probably been sentenced to death in their tribe, whatever it was, for being degen-!\n\nWait, what was he thinking?! He had never been this petty and resentful! He was a warrior, not a loser! How could he blame dragons who had been kidnapped and forced into slavery?! They were probably brainwashing into liking it because they were just trying to survive... \n\nWhat was wrong with him?!\n\n``Or maybe she's just losing whatever little of her touch she had left. I really don't see what she saw in you...''\n\nMar'gon didn't know why, but every time that dragoness opened her mouth, he felt as if every single word she said opened huge gashes in his soul. However, his inner wounds, instead of being left wide open and void, filled with simmering anger.\n\nAnger at the dragoness, for insulting him, anger at Dar'gon and at the twins for making him look bad, anger at Mahr'daga for treating him so badly and then rejecting him, anger at himself for trying to please her in the first place...\n\n``HE DEFEATED TWO WRETCHES BY HIMSELF!'' said M'hor'daga, mimicking Mahr'daga's voice ``Not with this scrawny body you didn't!''\n\nShe then raked at his rump with her claws making him cry in pain.\n\n``Pathetic... No way she was telling the truth. And even if she was... you probably just lucked out... didn't ya?''\n\nNo, he didn't!\n\nHe really did kill two Wretches by himself! They weren't fully-grown, true, but still! Even not-fully-grown wretches were as dangerous as the fully-grown ones. The best the vast majority of dragons could kill, by themselves, at a time, was one!\n\nNot only that, he had also saved the chieftain from certain death by killing those wretches!\n\nHe was an amazing warrior, by all means and purposes! How dare this monster look down upon him?! How dare she belittle him and his accomplishments?!\n\n``Well, whatever the case, I'll let you in on a little secret, runt...'' she hissed, getting so close to Mar'gon, that he could smell her breath.\n\nIt smelled as feminine as Mahr'daga's, but it was so much stronger, much more powerful than Mahr'daga's, and his body was liking it a whole lot better.\n\nMar'gon did everything he could to get a hold of himself, but it was as if his body was starting to get a mind of his own...\n\n``That slave over there...'' she gestured towards one of the other captive dragons, the one with the bent and broken wings ``killed three.''\n\nMar'gon looked at the dragon with wide eyes. Three?! Impossible. It couldn't be. She had to be lying!\n\n``He was such a strong warrior...'' she continued ``And now look at him! Nothing more than a broken useless toy...'' she finished, her words laced with contempt and disgust.\n\nThe dragon didn't even look at him. He was far bigger and stronger and Mar'gon and yet he truly looked like a broken dragon, a broken and empty shell devoid of soul, as if it had been sucked out of him...\n\nIf such a strong warrior couldn't survive this dragoness, what chances had HE got...?\n\nNo! He couldn't end up like him! He wouldn't end up like him! He wouldn't succumb to this monster! \n\n``In fact, I bet that every single of one of these useless lumps of meat was a better warrior than you, judging from their builds alone...''\n\nMar'gon barely restrained himself from growling.\n\nHe didn't care that every single one of those dragons looked bigger and stronger than Mar'gon or if they had been better warriors than him! He still was batter than them because he wouldn't end up like them!\n\nHe also didn't understand why his body was craving more of M'hor'daga's scent and wouldn't shut up about it!\n\n``Hmph. You're not even handsome or cute, even for a wild dragon...'' said M'hor'daga, circling so close to him that Mar'gon could smell her scent only too well. His body was craving it, it believed it was the most wonderful scent ever, but his mind tried as hard as it could to reject it.\n\nHe had never felt this way. His mind and body had always been one and the same, but now... It felt as if they were waging war against each other...\n\n``And I'm betting even your flame is nothing exceptional, isn't it?''\n\nMar'gon shot her a withering look and almost growled.\n\nSo fucking what?! Mar'gon was still a great warrior! He had been much better than dragons who were bigger, taller, more muscled, or had more powerful flames!\n\nHeck! He had seen big and strong dragon crumble under the pressure, or stress, or loss. He had seen many dragons who were great with great fire-breathing abilities sucking badly at melee combat!\n\n``And... I'm betting...'' hissed the dragoness ``That you're particularly endowed down there either?''\n\nThis time, Mar'gon did growl.\n\nHe knew he was being foolish, but he didn't care. He knew he had made a big mistake but he didn't care one bit.\n\nSomething about this dragoness was making him losing his cool so bad, and the worst part was that he didn't regret it at all.\n\nM'hor'daga stopped pacing and pinned him under her cruel stare. For a moment, Mar'gon thought she would strike. However, instead of doing that, she smiled a little, as if she had been pleasantly surprised by his response\n\n``Well, well... you DO have some spunk left in you, runt! My useless sister must have been too stupid to suck it out of you... or too lazy...''\n\nYeah... she was right... Mahr'daga was lazy as fuck. She spent more day getting worshiped, pampered and bathing instead of working on-\n\nWait... what was he thinking?! Why was he agreeing with this monster?!\n\n``But don't worry... I won't make the same mistake...''\n\nSuddenly he felt something sharp slice across his flank, right under his bound left wing. He screamed at the top of his lungs through the muzzle as pain, like he had never felt before, exploded in his body.\n\nThe dragoness had just cut him. No, she had actually sliced open his body and tore a horrible gash. His scales had been cut up like they weren't there and he was already oozing blood copiously.\n\nNot even the Wretches tore through dragon scales with such ease...\n\nHis entire chest felt as if it was on fire, his legs were starting to go numb, and he saw stars. He couldn't even breathe for a few more horrifying moments. However, he did manage not to fall... barely.\n\n``Hmph'' M'hor'daga said, as if surviving a horrendous cut like that was something to scoff at.\n\n``You see...'' she continued ``the fatal flaw in my useless sister is that she refuses to understand that breaking slaves with force and violence is a lot more effective, efficient and easier than wasting your time trying to train them. It's also much more fun...''\n\nTo further accentuate her point, she cut Mar'gon on his other flank. He almost fell down on his front paws, only barely managing to stop the fall. However he remained there, half-crouched, as his body hurt too much for him to do anything else.\n\n``Our catches won't become our slaves, like 9 times out of 10, so what's the fucking point?''\n\nShe then sliced his neck and this time, Mar'gon did fall down, barely hanging onto consciousness and gasping for breath.\n\nHe hated to admit it, but that appendage on her tail was the most impressive weapon he had ever seen. He had never known something in this world could have inflicted so much damage and inflict so much pain, in such a short while...\n\n``Bah!'' scoffed M'hor'daga ``Your pain resistance is pathetic. That bitch over there...'' she nodded towards another one of her captives ``took almost five hits before he fell down''\n\nThose words filled Mar'gon with even more hatred and desire to challenge her. Despite the enormous pain and the vehement protests of his body, after what felt like and endless struggle, he got up again, looking defiant.\n\nHis body was screaming to submit, but he refused to listen to it.\n\nM'hor'daga didn't look impressed in the slightest. \n\n``You know... maybe I've made a mistake. Maybe I shouldn't have taken my sister offer. There's nothing noteworthy about you. You're boring, forgettable, mediocre... And your attitude is horrible. You're not even worth the effort of breaking in.''\n\nMar'gon growled once again, louder. He had completely lost control of his temper, and he couldn't, wouldn't get a hold of himself. This dragoness was pushing every single one of his buttons, including buttons that he never knew he had.\n\n``Even if I did go through the effort of breaking you, what would I be left with? A useless slave with a horrible attitude that would barely pass as an army whore. That is if you manage not to get yourself killed before that..''\n\nMar'gon growled really loudly this time, soliciting shocked and afraid moans and whines from the other captives. M'hor'daga though didn't flinch one bit.\n\n``The slave that I had before was just as useless as you are, but at least he knew when to keep his trap shut!''\n\nThat did it.\n\nHe tried to hit M'hor'daga. However, she easily dodged the hit and then clawed at his muzzle, barely missing his eye.\n\nHe was thrown away and only the chain prevented him from being flung any farther. He then fell down on the floor again. The wound stung, not as much as when she cut him with her appendage, but it still stung really badly. His eyes wouldn't open from the pain and his ears were ringing.\n\nBefore he even had the time to process what had happened, M'ho'rdaga grabbed his head with her paws and lifted him effortlessly, as if he didn't weight at all.\n\nWhen Mar'gon could finally find the strength to open his eyes, he saw M'hor'daga staring at him and the other dragons looking at him with horror.\n\nShe was smiling.\n\n``Well, well... Feeling brave, aren't we?'' M'hor'daga said after a while, sadism lacing every single one of her words ``Wanna play rough?'' \n\nShe got so close to Mar'gon that her lips were barely one inch away from him. Her scent had gotten even stronger and made his body scream with delight and beg to be ravaged by her-\n\nNo!\n\nHe wouldn't submit! He wasn't a weakling, like Dar'gon. He wouldn't give in, even if it cost him his life...\n\n``Then let's play a little game, you and I...'' whispered M'hor'daga, her tone as hard and as deadly as her teeth ``If you can run away from me... I'll let you go. If I catch you... I'll kill you''\n\nThe captive dragons gasped in horror. Mar'gon on the other hand couldn't believe his ears. He couldn't have heard right... \n\nLet him go? THIS evil dragoness? She had to be joking! But she didn't look like the dragoness that liked to joke about...\n\nShe had to be lying!\n\n``Oh, you think I'm lying...? That's cute...''\n\nAs soon as she said it, she conjured dark forces, looking exactly the same as those conjured by Mahr'daga, which undid the chain shackling his collar to a ring in the floor.\n\n``In fact... I'm feeling generous. I'll give you a huge head start. You go and I'll start hunting you next morning''\n\nIf this dragoness was lying, she sure was doing a terrible job at it. And yet Mar'gon didn't buy her words for a second.\n\nHe was missing something! He just knew it!\n\n``Go on then!'' she said, nodding towards the exit to the cave ``Get outta here!''\n\nMar'gon looked at it. For a moment, he thought about actually running away, but then he realized that he was too wounded to be able to go far.\n\nMoreover, there was the problem of the bondage gear. There was no way he could walk very far with all the bondage gear and she shackles he was wearing, plus his encased wings...\n\nHe would have to get rid of it, but only a S'handagaran dragoness could remove it. Only they could conjure the dexterous dark magic that allowed them to manipulate objects with such precision. \n\nThey were also impervious to a normal dragon's fire breath, so melting them was out of the question.\n\n``Well? What are you waiting for? Get out!'' said M'hor'daga, with a little more force.\n\nMar'gon though didn't move. There was no way he could run away, especially with no way of removing his bondage gear. He would be found and caught almost immediately. And then he would be killed.\n\n``Are you deaf or what?! I said GET OUT!'' barked M'hor'daga.\n\nMar'gon once again remained rooted to his spot, his brain scrambling to figure out what to do.\n\nEven if he could get rid of his gear, he was in enemy territory, and he had no idea where to go, or how to go back to his tribe. If this dragoness wouldn't kill him, then others would, or the pain, or hunger or thirst...\n\nThe dragons meanwhile were watching the scene looked downright terrified, as if they were the ones who had to run away.\n\n``This is your final warning, bitch!'' growled M'hor'daga ``GET OUT or I'll kill you right here, right now and it's gonna be FUCKING painful!''\n\nOnly then did Mar'gon started to turn around, and started making the first steps towards the exit.\n\n``Good luck!'' said M'hor'daga, her tone back to normal ``And don't make it too easy for me to catch you...''\n\nMar'gon stopped suddenly. It finally clicked! She was making him play a losing game that he had no chance of winning! Just for her fucking amusement!\n\nSuddenly rage filled his vision.\n\n``What's wrong?'' barked M'hor'daga ``Do you need directions? Move!''\n\nHe would never give this monster the satisfaction of killing him on her terms. If he had to die, he would die like a warrior! Fighting!\n\nHe may suffer an atrocious and painful death. Definitely an inglorious one, but at least he would see his parents again...\n\nHe quickly turned back around, sprinted towards M'hor'daga, and tried to headbutt her again, this time giving it everything he had!\n\nHowever, his bondage gear slowed his movements down too much. M'hor'daga easily blocked his attack by grabbing his horns with her front paws. Then she slammed his head down onto the ground before he could even process what had happened.\n\nThe impact was so violent that Mar'gon could have sworn he had felt his skull crack in several points and almost blacked out right then and there.\n\nHis jaws didn't work, his eyelids felt heavy as boulders, and his head was about to burst. His nose still worked though, and he could smell all too well the amazing scent emanated from M'hor'daga's paws getting stronger and stronger with every passing moment.\n\nFor a moment, he could only hear his body begging him to give up, to surrender, and beg for mercy. He thought about doing that, but then his brain started functioning again.\n\nHe couldn't submit! It was pointless! She would kill him anyway! He had to fight! \n\nHe knew it was hopeless, for not even thirty dragons could match the power of a S'handagaran dragoness... but he was a warrior and warriors never gave up!\n\nHe struggled against the paws pinning his head down. His attempts were weak at first, but as the moments passed they grew stronger and stronger. He started emitting loud growls of defiance too.\n\nHowever, the impact must have broken something within him as well, for, as he struggled harder and harder, his body's screams of submission started getting so loud and strong that they actually showed on him, in the way of him leaking through his chastity belt.\n\nThis didn't go unnoticed by M'hor'daga. Instead of ending his life right then and there, she started putting horrendous pressure on his skull.\n\n``Give up bitch...'' she growled ``It's over...''\n\nHer tone was daggers and venom, but her body betrayed her true emotions as her arousal had grown so much that she had started leaking herself. \n\nMar'gon responded to her words by struggling harder, and leaking a little bit more through the chastity belt.\n\nWhy was his body betraying him so badly?!\n\n``Give up'' growled M'hor'daga in a deadlier tone.\n\nMar'gon refused. He continued the struggle, he even tried to hit her with his encased wings. M'hor'daga in response put even more pressure on his skull. \n\nMar'gon felt like his pain was being slowly crushed by a mountain and he almost passed out from the pain again.\n\nBut he wouldn't give!\n\n``GIVE UP!'' roared M'hor'daga.\n\n``NNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHH....'' screamed Mar'gon, with all the strength he had left.\n\nFor a moment, everything stopped. Mar'gon thought this would really be the end, the moment when M'hor'daga would kill him. \n\nInstead, the pressure from his skull lifted off suddenly.\n\nHe chanced a peek at M'hor'daga. She was staring at him with a big grin on her face. He immediately tried to get up, even though he was still too weak to stand upright. M'hor'daga didn't even try to stop him.\n\n``Hehehe... and here I thought that this would be boring...'' she purred ``Maybe my sister wasn't bullshitting me for once...''\n\nMar'gon had barely managed to get up after a long struggle when M'hor'daga stabbed him again.\n\nNo. It wasn't a stab... It didn't hurt at all. It didn't feel like M'hor'daga's appendage either... It was more like light prick.\n\nHe blinked once and then he saw what seemed like a huge syringe floating in mid-air, held aloft by M'hor'daga's dark magic.\n\nHe suddenly felt the floor drop from beneath him. Had she injected him with poison?\n\nThen, he suddenly felt energy coursing through him. Suddenly, he no longer felt tired or hurt. In fact, he now had enough energy to go to battle.\n\nShe hadn't poisoned him. She had injected him with some kind of stimulant!\n\n``Change of plans, bitch!'' purred M'hor'daga ``We'll play a different game you and I...''\n\nMar'gon glowered at her.\n\n(...)\n\n``Get up!'' barked M'hor'daga.\n\nMar'gon looked at her defiantly as he, not without difficulty, got up, or at least as defiantly as he could given his state.\n\nEven though he had just gotten another dose of stimulant, every fiber of his body was on fire. Every breath was pure torture. Every movement felt like an impossible feat. He had no feeling left in any of his paws. His head was a throbbing mess. Even something as simple as standing up was nothing short of excruciating torture.\n\nThere were many scales, pieces of scales, halves of scales scattered around him, among little pools of blood. His exposed skin was battered, bruised and cut up. Some parts of him were so bloody that he couldn't distinguish scale from blood.\n\nHis body was also full of M'hor'daga's poison, which, unlike Mahr'daga's poison, amplified the pain he felt and sapped his strength. It had taken two injections of stimulants just to keep him going...\n\nMar'gon couldn't remember the last time he had taken such a beating. In fact, he probably had never been beaten this badly, not even when he had been a tiny hatch-ling during training with his merciless instructor.\n\nM'hor'daga meanwhile hadn't even broken a sweat. He hadn't managed to so much as touch her! She moved with speed, precision, strength. She never wasted a moment or let a chance escape her.\n\nHe hated to admit it, but she moved like a killing machine, like a real fighter. She moved like HE wished he could in his wildest dreams...\n\nThat blasted, feral grin on her muzzle that she wore since the battle had started had never wavered, in fact it seemed to get wider and wider as time went on.\n\nShe wasn't getting the least bit frustrated or angry that Mar'gon was refusing to give up and dragging on the fight. In fact, she was loving this. She was loving every moment of it!\n\nHer scent had also gotten so intoxicating that Mar'gon had to try not to get too close to her. He had a feeling that if he inhaled her scent from too close, he couldn't contain his body's desire anymore and would submit immediately. \n\nHe could even see several drops of juices falling from her pussy, that was how much she was turned on!\n\n``Still standing bitch?'' taunted M'hor'daga.\n\nMar'gon growled in response.\n\n``Two doses of stimulant, and you're still standing...'' she purred ``Good dragon...''\n\nMar'gon just glowered.\n\nThroughout the entire fight, M'hor'daga had done nothing but taunt him and make fun of him... and now she was ACTUALLY complimenting him?\n\nShe was definitely trying to offset him! \n\nOr was she...? \n\nWait, what was he thinking?! Of course she was trying to offset him! But why? She had the upper hand, always had! She had no need to do it.\n\nWhy was she doing this?\n\nHis body knew the answer to that question, but his mind was rejecting it with all its might.\n\n``You've lasted longer than all of those pieces of shit combined!'' she said nodding briefly to the cowering dragons, who were watching the fight enraptured. \n\n``In fact'' she added ``you're by far the longest-lasting slave I've ever laid my claws on...'' she purred, louder still ``You're such a good little slave...''\n\nMar'gon kept glowering. He wanted to growl in response, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. \n\nHe desperately wanted not to believe her. He desperately wanted her to be lying. He was desperately looking for clues that told him she wasn't being sincere, but he couldn't find any.\n\nHe hated to admit it... but she was being sincere.\n\nWhy?\n\nWhy was this monster... this monster of a dragoness... why was she genuinely complimenting him?\n\nHe knew the answer to that question, but he just couldn't accept it: she respected him. Really.\n\nShe was the first creature that Mar'gon had ever met that actually respected him and it was a monster that had enslaved him! \n\nNo one had ever done that until now, not even the chieftain of his tribe when he saved his life...\n\nAnd the fact that she was such a great, strong fighter, only made the realization hit even harder.\n\nShe had unwittingly, or maybe wittingly, tore open the floodgate that was his emotions, emotions that he had kept bottled up for so long...\n\nHe tried to stop it, but the emotions kept flowing and flowing and they were starting to show on his muzzle.\n\n``Feeling proud, aren't ya?''\n\nMar'gon didn't answer. He kept glowering, but it mustn't have hidden his emotions too well because M'hor'daga purred:\n\n``Silence is just another form of assent...''\n\nMar'gon shook his head, as a last-ditch effort to get a hold of himself, but the emotions wouldn't stop. They were overriding and weakening his hatred for the dragoness.\n\nHe wanted to hate her. He wanted to hate her so badly!\n\nBut he couldn't. Right then... he couldn't.\n\nHis body was screaming with delight, screaming with happiness at having been acknowledged. It was also showing how much it loved those compliments, by making him leak through his chastity belt...\n\nWhy? Why was she messing with him so badly?! All she did was saying a few words! Why was he crumbling?!\n\n``Are you having fun?'' \n\nMar'gon couldn't even muster the strength to glower anymore. What was wrong with him?!\n\n``So am I, runt... GRRRRR... So am I...'' she purred ``GRRR... This is the first FUCKING time I've ever had so much fun breaking in a slave! GRRR...'' she said, growling already from sheer pleasure. \n\nShe advanced closer and closer, leaving a visible trail of juices behind her. Mar'gon looked at her as if hypnotized. She moved like a killer, with the elegance and pose of a beautiful female.\n\n``You know... GRRR... what I like about you... GRRRR...? Even more than... GRRR... your stubbornness... GRRRR... and your determination...?''\n\nIt seemed that with every word she spoke, her scent got much, much stronger by a factor of a thousand!\n\nMar'gon only then realized that she was backing him into a corner and that he was allowing himself to be cornered.\n\nThat scent was hindering his ability to think!\n\n``The fact that... GRRRRR... you like it when I compliment you... GRRRR... on your skills...''\n\nMar'gon gulped. She had seen him right through, despite his efforts. He couldn't even try to deny it. His body was giving everything away.\n\n``I like it... GRRRR... I REALLY like that in a slave...''\n\nM'hor'daga was completely overcome by her arousal. She had even dropped her guard.\n\nMaybe...\n\nBefore he could do anything, though, she grabbed his chin with one of her paws. She didn't even sink her claws into him. She thought she had him beat so badly, that she didn't even need to fight anymore.\n\nMar'gon's mind scrambled to think of a way to fight back, but it was so difficult to think with the dragoness so close and her overwhelming scent. His body seemed to be paralyzed by her pheromones.\n\n``You'RRRRRe a real waRRRRrrrior...'' she purred.\n\nHer scent was so amazing, so powerful that Mar'gon almost felt like passing out from sheer pleasure.\n\nWait...\n\n``It's such a shame... GRRRRR... that I have to KILL YOU!'' she roared, before slamming his head down on the floor and bringing down her tail on it with a loud THUMP.\n\nAs the dust settled, nothing moved. M'ho'rdaga just stood there, panting, the other dragons were watching with horror, Mar'gon... just lied on the floor, unmoving.\n\nThe moments passed, and Mar'gon still didn't move.\n\n``GRRRR... get up!'' barked M'hor'daga ``GET UP!''\n\nMar'gon didn't move. He didn't even breathe. The only thing that moved was the blood trickling from his head. The other dragons gasped in horror, their worst suspicions confirmed.\n\n``FUCKING GET UP!'' roared M'hor'daga, but once again Mar'gon's body didn't even twitch.\n\n``FUCK!'' screamed M'hor'daga as the truth of what she had done hit her ``I overdid it again! GRRRRRRRR... FUUUUUUUUUCK! Stupid fucking slave!''\n\nShe swiped her tail in frustration and hit the wall so hard that a section of it came off, and almost hit one of the other dragons.\n\n``GRRRRR....WHY?! FUCKING WHY?! Every FUCKING TIME!'' she continued, spitting flames against the wall ``EVERY FUCKING TIME they die when things start getting GOOD! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR...''\n\nShe continued swiping her tail, spitting fire and curses at the walls and ceiling and even a couple of inches from the other slaves, making them scream in terror.\n\nIt took her a long while to calm down. When she did, the cave looked like a battlefield.\n\n``I really hoped...'' she whispered to herself ``For once... Bah! Nevermind! Let's get rid of this waste of meat before my useless sister finds out about this...''\n\nShe grabbed his head with one of her paws and-\n\nWHACK!\n\nThe sound reverberated throughout the cavern as if an explosion had just taken place.\n\nM'hor'daga recoiled as if stung. A collective gasp escaped the bound muzzles of every single captive dragon as they took in the scene.\n\nMar'gon was alive! And he looked incredibly smug.\n\nIt worked!\n\nHe only managed to land a light tap, but it might as well had been a full blown blast of dragon fire for the shock it had caused.\n\nHe had done it! He had landed a hit! He had finally hit a S'handagaran dragoness! And not just any s'handagaran dragoness! One of the worst of them! No one had ever managed something like that! \n\nHe felt amazing! This felt even better than when he had killed Wretches!\n\nM'hor'daga may kill him for this, but he didn't care! It had been worth it! It had been SO worth it!\n\nFor several long moments, everything stopped, as if frozen in time. Even the air seemed to be too shocked by the scene that had just unfolded to move. The only sound that could be heard was Mar'gon's heavy panting and breathing.\n\nM'hor'daga held her left cheek with her left fore-paw, staring at the ground as if she couldn't believe what had just happened.\n\n``He.. he... he...''\n\nWhatever joy and pride Mar'gon felt evaporated as quickly as it had come, and... for the first time in a long time... he felt a tinge of fear.\n\n``hahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!''\n\nThat laughter was so evil that it shouldn't even exist in this world. Not even the sickest dragons, in his darkest nightmares, could conjure a sound so monstrous and so terrifying at the same time.\n\n``HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!''\n\nM'hor'daga continued laughing his evil and monstrous laughter, showing no sign of stopping, looking even scarier than usual as she did.\n\nMar'gon remained rooted on the post, despite his mounting fear, while the other dragons had scampered so far away and were now huddled onto the far corner of the wall like scared hatch-lings.\n\n``GGGGGGGRRRRRRHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARARARARAHAHAHAHAHAHARARARAHA!!!''\n\nEvery second that passed, her laughter seemed to grow louder and growling sounds mixed in with it, making it even more terrifying.\n\nHer scent had gotten so intoxicating that Mar'gon could only just barely contain the screaming needs and feelings of his body, despite getting as far away from her as he could. \n\n``HAHARArarahaaaa... You... GRRRRR...'' M'hor'daga finally growled, amid fits of manic giggles ``my sisterRRRrrrr... GRRRR... was WRRRRRRONG about you... GRRRRR...''\n\n*PLOP\n\nThat sound reverberated through the cavern like a thunder. M'hor'daga was leaking so badly that huge drops of juices were falling down on the floor, no longer trickling down from her legs. \n\n*PLOP *PLOP\n\nShe was also salivating like crazy and had a manic look in her eyes that Mar'gon had never seen in a living thing before. Not even the Wretches during the peak of their blood-lust looked as manic as this.\n\n``You'RRRRRRRRRRH NOT... GRRRRRR... a good FIT forRRRRRMERRRR... GRRRRR...''\n\nShe had even started slurring her words. It was even worse than Mahr'daga, and she also screamed some of the words, as if she could barely hold herself together.\n\n``You'rRRRRRRE PERRRRRRRRRRFECT!'' she roared and before Mar'gon could register what she had just told him, she struck with unnatural speed, pinning him to the ground.\n\nBefore Mar'gon could even think of struggling, she opened her jaws wide and bit his neck, right below his jawline.\n\nIt was the dreaded ``Bite of death''. Once a dragon was trapped in the ``Bite of Death'' they couldn't defend themselves or break free. \n\nOne little twist and his life would be over. There was nothing left for him but to either submit or die.\n\nHe could already M'hor'daga's poison coursing through his veins, amplifying his pain tenfold.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nHis body was screaming at him to surrender at the top of its lungs. It was screaming so loudly that his mind couldn't shut it off at all.\n\nBut he couldn't! He would never submit! He had to figh-\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nAs if reading his emotions, M'hor'daga bit down on his neck harder and then clawed at it too, tearing off skin and scale.\n\nThe pain was unbearable. He could barely lift a paw. She was so strong, so big, so powerful. And she smelled so good!\n\nMar'gon, for the first time since fighting the Wretches for the first time, felt truly afraid. He felt panic coursing through him, amplifying his pain and his internal screaming even more.\n\nHis mind was awash with fear and panic. He couldn't focus. He couldn't think. What could he do?!\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nAs if the dragoness was sensing his fear, she bit down so hard that she cut off his air supply.\n\nInstincts too over. He struggled desperately to break himself free of the Bite of Death. But all that achieved was making the dragoness bite down even harder on his neck and claw at it even more.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nThe more she bit and clawed, and the more he struggled, the more turned on she was. He could smell it only too well.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nPart of him wanted to stop fighting, just to stop her from getting excited, but he couldn't. Panic wouldn't let him.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nHis struggles were growing weaker and weaker. Even his internal screaming was starting to grow fainter.\n\nThe dragoness showed no sign of relenting. In fact, she went at it even further, but the pain was starting to grow a bit weaker.\n\nWas that it? Was that the end?\n\nNo. It wasn't.\n\nOnce again, as if sensing he was about to pass out. M'hor'daga lifted the pressure on his neck, but only enough to allow a small bit of air through his lungs.\n\nHowever, before Mar'gon could breathe or even utter a single sound, she blew a cloud of pheromones through her nostrils. \n\nIt caught him completely unprepared and, air-starved as he was, he inhaled the entire thing. \n\nMar'gon felt his entire body explode with joy. It was the most amazing scent that he had ever felt, much better than Mahr'daga: sweet, feminine, strong, powerful, spicy, overwhelming... it had everything.\n\nNot only that, he felt his entire body felt energized by it, as if it had just been injected with another dose of stimulant.\n\nNo... This was much more powerful. It felt as if his body had taken three or four doses of stimulant.\n\nHis mind tried to reject it, but it was completely useless. His body craved, screamed that it wanted more of it. It wanted it so bad that it was trying to shut off the protests of his mind, and since it had been energized so much, it was succeeding!\n\nMar'gon tried desperately to fight not only against M'hor'daga's Bite of Death, but against the assault on his mind.\n\nAfter just a few moments though, the dragoness blew another cloud of pheromones on his head.\n\nMar'gon tried to hold his breath, but his body refused to obey him. He inhaled the entire thing once again.\n\nHis body craved nothing more than to submit, to be taken, to be conquered, to be broken, to be destroyed by this terrifying, strong, beautiful dragoness.\n\nIts needs were so powerful that they demolished his mental barriers, cutting through them like they were made of paper and conquering every inch of his brain.\n\nHis mind was breaking down and there was no amount of struggling against it that could stop the flood of submission.\n\nHe could only struggle desperately against the Bite of Death, but only because panic and fear were still strong in his mind... but for how long?\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nHe didn't get to wonder on that question, because M'hor'daga bit his neck harshly once more, cutting off his air and then clawed at his neck once more.\n\nHe started struggling desperately again, but this time he struggled with so much force, like a prey struggling against the claws and jaws of a predator, fighting for their life.\n\nOnly, a prey didn't fight as hard as he could...\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nOne wrong move and he might accidentally impale himself on the dragoness's teeth, or even snap his own neck by mistake.\n\nBut struggling on he did, despite the pain, despite his body, despite the dragoness's scent. \n\nWhatever part of his mind that hadn't been conquered by the needs of his body was in full panic-mode. Nothing but surviving and escaping remained.\n\nHe had never felt this way. Ever.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nHe couldn't breathe and yet he struggled on and on, as if his body didn't even need air to fight.\n\nThe dragoness didn't relent one bit. She kept biting ever-so-slightly harder as moments passed. She smelled so aroused now that it was a miracle she hadn't cummed yet...\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nEverything hurt, his skin, his muscles, his bones, his joints. He felt blood coursing through what felt like thousands of cuts, bruises, gashes. He couldn't even lift a muscle.\n\nEvery fiber of his body was on fire, and yet he struggled on.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nAs moments went on though, he could feel his body starting to crave air once more, and his struggles starting to get a bit weaker...\n\nHe couldn't fight on for much longer.\n\nM'hor'daga sensed this. However, this time, she completely let got of Mar'gon's neck and blew another cloud of pheromones on him.\n\nIt was the killing blow... to his struggles.\n\nMar'gon felt the remnants of his mind completely shut off. His fear and panic, long forgotten. Even his pain was receding.\n\nOnly his body could be heard, and it was screaming his arousal only too well. It was also showing it too well.\n\nMar'gon didn't notice it, but he was now leaking through the chastity belt so much that his groin was stained.\n\nIt was nothing compared to the arousal of the dragoness. She had left a big lake of juices under her groin.\n\nWhen he looked at M'hor'daga in her eyes, she saw a monster completely overcome by arousal and feral frenzy. And yet, he felt his heart melt, from arousal and from the overwhelming desire to submit.\n\nShe was so beautiful, so strong, so powerful... He just had to submit. It was the only way. It was the right way.\n\n``D'.... GRRRRRRRR.... YUH.... GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR... YIELDGGGRRRRRRRRR?'' growled M'hor'daga.\n\nHe nodded.\n\nM'hor'daga's face burst into the biggest, most sadistic smile he had ever seen.\n\n``GRRRRRRoooood...'' she growled.\n\nThat was all the warning Mar'gon got before M'hor'daga grabbed his head, ripped off the muzzle binding his jaws and then shoved his muzzle right inside her pussy.\n\n(...)\n\nMar'gon had never been muzzle-fucked before. He had always been forced to watch Dar'gon getting his face runted by Mahr'daga.\n\nEvery time he came back from a session, the dragon looked like his muzzle had been raked by Wretches for an entire day and worse. And yet, he always looked so happy, as if he had been given the best gift a dragon could get.\n\nHe had never really understood it why... but now that HE was the one getting his face runted... he did.\n\nIf Mar'gon had though M'hor'daga had smelled amazing before, it was nothing compared to this.\n\nEvery single particle of air had also been supercharged with her already amazing scent, adding a musky quality that made it irresistible.\n\nIt was also much more powerful than the cloud of pheromones that he had been forced to inhale before, which made him want more and more.\n\nIf there was even a smidgen of resistance left in him, that scent completely wiped it off, along with every other feeling that he had.\n\nFear, panic, anger, didn't exist anymore. It was as if they never existed at all and never would.\n\nOnly pure, raw lust and arousal remained... along with the pain.\n\nIf he had thought he knew how brutal a S'handaran dragoness could be when fucking her slaves, he had been dead wrong.\n\nCompared to M'hor'daga's relentless assault, what Dar'gon endured when Mahr'daga muzzle-fucked him looked like a light fuck.\n\nThis was a real, no-hold-back, brutal, extreme muzzle-fucking in every sense of the word. M'hor'daga didn't care at all if she was breaking his muzzle, cause serious bleeding or even maim him. She didn't care if she killed him by accident either.\n\nOnly her pleasure mattered, nothing else.\n\nShe also didn't care about ``savoring the moment'', like Mahr'daga liked to do. She just wanted to cum, as soon as possible. Period.\n\nShe also couldn't care about giving ``tips'', or ``feedback'' or ``lessons on how life serving S'handagaran dragonesses was like'', or any such thing. She fucked his muzzle and that was it.\n\nShe didn't care if her slaves could perform the many things Mahr'daga demanded. When she fucked them, they had to endure it. Period.\n\nAlso unlike Mahr'daga, M'hor'daga was nowhere near as good in keeping her arousal in check. She had barely started fucking and had already given in fully to lust. Her assaults were getting much quicker and fiercer already.\n\nNot a single word escaped her maws, just saliva and blood. The only sound she emitted were deep, guttural growls that shook his bones to the marrow and put Mahr'daga's to shame.\n\nHer eyes were bloodshot and manic. They were the eyes of a dragoness completely consumed by lust and by feral frenzy.\n\nShe looked so frightening, and yet so beautiful as she muzzle-fucked him. So strong, so powerful, so intimidating, so... \n\nEverything a real warrior looked like when they fucked...\n\nMar'gon had never seen a female fuck like a real warrior, and now that he had... now that was getting fucked by a real warrior, it felt so... \n\nHe didn't know if the pheromones had completely destroyed his moral compass, but it felt so... right.\n\nThis dragoness was much stronger and powerful than him, and it was only fair that the weak submitted to the strong. That what they taught him from the day he started basic training and what his father had always taught him.\n\nSo, it was fair that he submitted to her...\n\nDespite the brutal assault and the pain, he started licking M'hor'daga's pussy. His movements were nowhere near as good as they were when he was under Mahr'daga, but fortunately for him, M'hor'daga didn't care about that.\n\nIf Mahr'daga had been there, she would have definitely been disappointed and scolded him for not doing it the right way. \n\nM'hor'daga, though, loved it. She didn't care that his movements would have been considered terrible by her sister. The fact that Mar'gon still had the energy and will to worship her was sending her over the moon.\n\nShe didn't say anything about it, but she didn't need to. Mar'gon had been around S'handagaran dragonesses long enough to know that she was ready for the next part of her dominating her slaves, and wouldn't be is she wasn't getting really turned on.\n\nAnd indeed, after a short while, the next part started: muzzle-runting.\n\nIf what Mar'gon had experienced before was painful, it was nothing compared to this. Unlike Mahr'daga, M'hor'daga didn't care whether a slave's head could fit inside her pussy without breaking it.\n\nShe just did it, and that was that.\n\nHer pussy was wide enough, even wider than Mahr'daga's, but still not wide enough to fit his head, at all. \n\nThe innards pressed so hard on his skull, that they threatened to break it at any moment, as if they too were dominating him. He also felt as if his entire skin was being peeled off, as his scales proved to be no match for the innards and labias of her pussy. \n\nThe movements were also much more brutal and much faster. It was a miracle his head still remained attached to his neck.\n\nHis lungs were on fire. They could breathe the tiniest amount of air before his head was violently shoved back in and were forced to inhale M'hor'daga's scent.\n\nAnd yet... he never whined or complained even once.\n\nHer pheromones were so powerful and so strong, that they were numbing to numb the pain that he felt. This brutal assault felt no more painful that getting raked with her claws or bitten with her teeth.\n\nHis arousal had gotten so intense that the pain didn't prevent him at all from continuing his worshiping. The more he endured, the more he grew to like it. And the more he grew to like it, the more he wanted to worship her.\n\nNo wonder Dar'gon loved to endure getting his face runted so much...\n\nBut unlike Dar'gon, he was pleasing a REAL warrior, an ACTUALLY strong dragoness, an a REAL beauty. She was ten times more beautiful than that ungrateful monster that was Mahr'daga. \n\nIf this real warrior was fucking him, it was because she had deemed him worthy. And he wanted to prove that she had made the right decision.\n\nAnd the fact that she deemed him worthy...\n\nIt was definitive proof that he was better than that runt!\n\nHe could continue to slave away under Mahr'daga. He was pleasing a dragoness worthy of being worshiped, for she showed her dominance with facts, with her body, with her scent, instead of lectures and words...\n\nThis was a dragoness worth submitting to...\n\nAs that realization sunk in, he put even more effort into his licking, despite the fact that every fiber of his head hurt, despite the fact that M'hor'daga was going too fast for him to keep up, and the fact that he couldn't even remember any of Mahr'daga's lessons...\n\nStill, M'hor'daga didn't mind at all. In fact, she loved it and she runted his muzzle with even more ferocity.\n\nFor the first time ever, Mar'gon was finally worshiping a S'handagaran dragoness the right way.\n\nIt was amazing.\n\nIt was amazing that his job was finally getting a little acknowledged. It was amazing not to be reprimanded for not being perfect at worshiping. \n\nIt was amazing that this monster of a dragoness craved nothing more than pure, simple, submission and didn't demand anything else from him and that he could deliver it.\n\nIt was the best feeling in the world.\n\nHowever, he didn't get to revel in it for long, because after a few more brutal runts, M'hor'daga shoved Mar'gon's muzzle so hard inside her pussy that only his horns stopped his head from going further, then roared her pleasure as she came hard on his head.\n\nMar'gon didn't even have time to do react before his face was hit by the full force of M'hor'daga's orgasm.\n\nMar'gon tried to drink the cum, like Dar'gon did, but his jaws hurt too much to work properly. It was also the first time he had been forced to drink a S'handagaran dragoness's cum and so much of it all at once.\n\nHe could only manage to drink a small portion of it, while the rest exploded out of the dragoness's pussy, splattering on the walls, on the floor, but mostly his head, his neck and chest.\n\nHer cum was probably the most amazing thing Mar'gon had ever tasted. Nothing could ever come close to this. Not even coal was as tasty. \n\nNo wonder Dar'gon had become so addicted to this stuff...\n\nHe wanted more, but the stuff was coming in way too fast for him to catch up. It clung to his scales, his skin, his nostrils, his throat. He started coughing and splattering and this caused even more of a mess.\n\nIf Mahr'daga had been here, she would have definitely bitten his head off for this. He had no idea how Dar'gon managed to be so clean...\n\nFortunately, M'hor'daga was too lost in pleasure to care, and she probably wouldn't have cared either way.\n\nAfter all, a real warrior doesn't care about nonsense like being clean when they fucked.\n\nTime passed and M'hor'daga's orgasm continued to last seemingly forever, without losing force. It was like being hit by an endless avalanche, but Mar'gon didn't mind it at all.\n\nHowever, after a short while, he realized that he was starting to run really low on oxygen.\n\nBy that point, M'hor'daga's cum covered his entire head, coating it in a thick, tasty and wonderful-smelling layer that prevented him from breathing at all. It coated his jaws too, seemingly sticking them together and was hindering his throat too.\n\nHe wanted to whine, even a little, but he held it back. Even if he had whined, the dragoness wouldn't have cared one bit. She couldn't care less if he died of asphyxiation.\n\nEither he was gonna survive his first muzzle-runting... or he wasn't. He had to endure. He had to survive, no matter what.\n\nHe would endure it.\n\nIt was so difficult though. The orgasm continued unabated, and the cum seemed to taunt him to drink it, knowing full well that he couldn't as it glued his jaws together and stuck to his scales like glue.\n\nHe couldn't even see anymore. The cum had stuck his eyes shut. Every natural air-way that he had had been clogged with M'hor'daga's cum. \n\nHe couldn't hold out for long, his brain was screaming for oxygen. It threatened to die if it didn't get any soon.\n\nBut he would endure! He would never pass out!\n\nEventually, after a long while, and when he thought that he really couldn't take it anymore, M'hor'daga's orgasm did seem to slow down, and when he did, it came to a quick stop.\n\nHe then took a small breath of relief when his head was removed from her pussy. By that point, Mar'gon's head, neck, and chest was covered with cum so much, that he didn't think it would ever get off, even if he washed it thoroughly.\n\nAnd even if he did manage to wash it off, the smell would definitely remain.\n\nAnd he didn't mind that. He didn't mind it one bit. After all, warriors always liked to mark their catches, so that everybody knew it was theirs...\n\n``GRRRRRRRRRRRRFUCK!'' growled M'hor'daga ``EET WAHSRRR... GRRRRRRR... A LUHNGG.... FRRRRUCKING TIME... GRRRRR...''\n\nHer words were so barely intelligible it seemed it was too difficult for her to even speak or form coherent words.\n\nShe was looking like a wild, powerful, unstoppable beast. A feral monster that couldn't be defeated and couldn't be conquered in any way shape or form. A demon that could conquer the whole world with the barest of efforts, destroy anyone that could stand in her path with a swipe of paws.\n\nShe looked like a goddess of death and destruction. It was the most magnificent sight that Mar'gon had ever seen...\n\n``YUH'RRRRRRRRe... GRRRRR... TH' FIRRRRRRRST... GRRRRR... T' SUHRRRRRRRRRRRV'VERRRR... GRRRRR... MY MUHZZZZL-FUCKING...''\n\nThose words stirred something huge, deep inside Mar'gon. Was it happiness? Yes, but it wasn't just happiness... It felt like... pride...\n\nPride like hadn't felt in a very, VERY, long time. No... pride like he had never felt! And it had come after he had been just muzzle-raped.\n\nHe shouldn't feel so proud of himself... He shouldn't feel like he had achieved the impossible... This shouldn't feel like his biggest accomplishment... \n\nAnd yet he did, and it felt so right.\n\n``LOOK!'' growled M'hor'daga, staring at the cavern ``LOOK... GRRRRR... T' MESS... GRRRR... YUH'V MADDDDGGGGGG...''\n\n``YOU!'' she barked at the other dragons, who hadn't uttered even a meep the entire time ``MAK' YURRRRRRRRRS'LVS... GRRRRR... UHS'FUL... GRRRR...  CLE'N UHP!''\n\nThe dragons immediately got to work and started lapping all the cum that was plastered on the floor and walls.\n\nMar'gon could hear their ecstasy as soon as they started gulping down the stuff. They sounded like they had never eaten it before. And now that they had, they started licking ravenously.\n\nThey weren't alone in feeling this way either. Mar'gon felt himself yearning badly for the dragoness's cum, and as the moments passed it had grown into an extremely painful desire. \n\n``TIRRRRRRRRRRRR'D, SLUHT?'' growled M'hor'daga, her words still barely intelligible...\n\nMar'gon looked at her and shook his head. He needed the dragoness's cum. He needed it so badly!\n\n``GUUUD... GRRRRR... `CUZ WE'RRRRRRRRR J'ST GHTT'N WUHRRRRRRRRRM'D UHP!'' she roared before she shoved his head back inside her pussy and started muzzle-fucking him again.\n\nIt didn't taker her long to build up speed and power either. M'hor'daga had such an amazing stamina compared to weak Mahr'daga. It usually took her a while before she could resume muzzle-fucking...\n\nWHAAACCCK!\n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nMar'gon screamed through M'hor'daga's muzzle at the top of his lungs, as pain like he had never felt before had just exploded in his right thigh.\n\nWHAAACCCK!\n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nPain, pain so unbearable that no living creature could bear, flared up in his left thigh. It was a pain that dwarfed every other pain that he had felt until this point. It felt like pain that shouldn't even exist in this world.\n\nHis body wasn't just the only one suffering, his mind was as well, as if an evil spirit had infiltrated his body and was destroying it from within.\n\nWHAAACCCK!\n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nThen, came the fear. It was true, it was genuine, like he hadn't felt since the first time he had faced the Wretches.\n\nNo, this was somehow even worse...\n\nThat pain, that sound, that strength, the ability to sap his strength by touch alone, to instill such dread into him... there was no doubt about it... It was the Punisher!\n\n``LUT'SSSSSSS SEERRRRRRR... HOW YUH... GRRRRR... HAND'L SUHMMMRRRRRRR... GRRRRRFRRRUCKING PAIN!'' she growled as she whacked him a third time on his rump.\n\nWHAAACCCK!\n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\n``Does it hurrrRRRRRRt... GRRRRR... slut?!'' \n\nMar'gon cried, literally. \n\nHe had never felt so much horrendous pain, both physical and mental. Every strike felt like his body would disintegrate any minute or that he would die from sheer pain.\n\nHe had thought Mahr'daga was just exaggerating when she described how painful the Punisher was, or that the twins were just over-dramatic...\n\nNo. It was every bit as painful as Mahr'daga had described.\n\nHow could the twins handle it, let alone get off to it?!\n\n``GUHHRRRRRRRD!'' M'hor'daga half-growled, half-cackled as she whipped him on his rump again.\n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nNo wonder no dragon could defy a S'handagaran dragoness. How could they when they were so strong and powerful and had a whip so painful and horrible?\n\nNo wonder these dragons were so afraid of M'hor'daga. She must have whipped them with the Punisher every day.\n\n``G'T... GRRRRRRRUSED... GRRRR... T' IT... GRRRR... SRRRRRRRRLUT!'' growled M'hor'daga so deeply that it was impossible to determine what was growl and what was word.\n\nWHAAACCCK!\n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nNo amount of training, endurance tests or battles could ever have prepared Mar'gon for this. There were moments where he wanted to die, just to get the pain to stop.\n\nBut he had to endure it. He had to prove to this strong, brutal and beautiful dragoness that he wasn't weak like the other dragons.\n\nHe had to show her that he wouldn't break, or crumble, no matter how horrendous the pain was.\n\nWHAAACCCK!\n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nHe would endure this, and he would continue worshiping the dragoness, because that was what slaves deemed worthy by real warriors did.\n\nDespite the horrendous pain, he found within the energy to lick her pussy and even give it a few kisses, eliciting loud sounds from the dragoness, between a growl and a roar.\n\nM'hor'daga came very close to cumming again right then and there, but she managed a hold of herself. \n\nShe rewarded him for doing such a good job at worshiping her by runting his muzzle with even more ferocity and whip him with even more brutality.\n\nWHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! \n\n``AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nMar'gon's body no longer worked. It was paralyzed with pain and numbness. Every single muscle seemed to have atrophied, except for his lips and tongue.\n\nIt could only offer the barest of licking and kissing, but that was all that M'hor'daga needed.\n\nWHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! \n\n``AAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nShe was so good... Every single one of her movements when she fucked screamed ``conqueror''. She didn't need perfect worshiping to get herself off. She didn't need everything to be perfect to cum...\n\nShe really was a real warrior, through and through... She really deserved every once of worshiping she could get.\n\nWHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! \n\n``AAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nThe brutal whipping continued unabated, however, as time went on, the blows no longer seemed to hurt as much. Was he about to really pass out from the pain?\n\nNo... that wasn't it...\n\nHe no longer felt such pain because he was growing accustomed to it... Somehow, he had! In fact, he was starting to like it a little...\n\nWHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! \n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nM'hor'daga noticed this, however, so she doubled the rate of whipping and power behind every single one of them.\n\nWHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! \n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nThe pain was killer. No living thing could survive it, and yet not only Mar'gon endured it, but he didn't pass out either. \n\nHe stayed awake the entire time and never paused his worshiping. He didn't even slack on it.\n\nWHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! \n\n``MMMMMHHHHHHPPPPPHHHHHGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nM'hor'daga started whipping him and runting him as if she had completely lost control of herself as she got closer and closer to cumming, but Mar'gon endured it.\n\nWHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK!\n\n``MMHHHPPHHHGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nHe endured everything and continued worshiping her pussy all the time, never wavering, never stopping.\n\nThis proved to be too much for the dragoness. \n\nShe roared so loud that small pebbles fell down from the walls and ceiling as she came right then and there one more time.\n\nThen, she started breathing breathing fire against the floor, melting it in seconds and scorching everything around it.\n\nIt was truly another powerful sight to behold. Mahr'daga's flames couldn't compare to this, at all. She had never managed to cause such destruction in all the time he had spent with her.\n\nJust like her orgasms couldn't compare to this dragoness's. THIS was a how a real warrior cummed: brutal, fierce, unstoppable, explosive, destructive. It carried the power of ten of Mahr'daga's orgasm.\n\nMar'gon, once again, tried to drink all the cum he could. He did better than last time, but still nowhere near good enough. \n\nSoon enough, his head was completely covered in another, thicker, layer of the dragoness's cum. His neck was also completely coated in another layer, and so was most of his chest, and even his front paws.\n\nThey weren't the only parts of his body that were completely stained... \n\nHis cock was leaking so much now that a huge pool of pre-cum had deposited onto the floor and had completely stained his crotch. It was also trying so hard to break free of the chastity belt that it was actually painful.\n\nHowever, no matter how hard it tried, the chastity belt wouldn't budge one bit. Mar'gon's pleasure had peaked and it wouldn't go any farther no matter how much cum he drunk.\n\nThe only thing that didn't stop increasing was the excruciating heat inside his body, which kept getting worse and worse the more cum he drunk.\n\nThis orgasm seemed to last even longer than the first one. M'hor'daga had such an amazing stamina, much more than Mahr'daga.\n\nShe had cummed not that long while ago, and yet she had the strength to produce another powerful orgasm in such a short while. Not only that, she still found the strength to continue whipping him with feral blood-lust.\n\nShe was the most amazing warrior that had ever walked on this planet, and she deserved the best worshiping...\n\nWhen the dragoness was finally finished with her second orgasm, Mar'gon had no feeling left on his rump and his hind legs. His front legs couldn't support his weight anymore, and his neck and tail couldn't fight against the force of gravity anymore.\n\nHis eyelids were completely glued together with the cum, his nostrils were clogged, his skin felt like it was on fire. \n\nHis probably had lost most of his scales and he was also so out of breath that his lungs felt on fire every time he breathed.\n\nHe was now a complete wreck, and yet he didn't feel bad at all. He had done it again. He had endured the most brutal assault a dragon had ever endured. Not even Dar'gon could have managed such a feat.\n\nHowever, his relief was short-lived. The heat in his body had gotten so strong his body physically hurt, much more than before!\n\nIt was a different kind of pain, but no less intense than what he endured with the Punisher, and no less horrendous.\n\nHe needed M'hor'daga's cum... He needed it so badly! He started to desperately lap at the cum stuck on him, but it wasn't enough. He needed more! He even started struggling a little and begging, in the hope that M'hor'daga would give him more of her delicious cum.\n\n``AWWWRRRRRRRRR... GRRRRR...'' growled M'hor'daga ``DO'S T' SLUHT... GRRRRR... SRRRRRRUT... GRRRRR... W'NT M'RRRRRRRRR CUHM?''\n\nMar'gon whined the most submissive, desperate and begging sound he could ever utter, as he struggled against his heat. \n\nIt was a sound that put all the submissive sounds that he had made with Mahr'daga to shame.\n\nM'hor'daga looked at him with a feral grin, satisfied by his answer.\n\n``GUHD...'' was all that she managed to say before she started fucking his muzzle a third time, with even more ferocity.\n\n(...)\n\n``Did you sleep well, slut?'' asked M'hor'daga.\n\nNo. Mar'gon hadn't slept at all that night for three main reasons. \n\nFirst, M'hor'daga had muzzle-runted him no less than twenty times before she was satisfied. Second, his arousal had gotten too intense, burning and unbearable to sleep. Third, because of all the wounds he had endured.\n\nShe had used the Punisher sparingly on him after her second runting, but it was little consolation to him as she decided to replace it with her claws and teeth.\n\nWhen she was done, his body had been more bruises and cuts than scales and skin. His color looked more closely to that blood than that of metallic red. Even his stripes were barely recognizable...\n\nThen, after she was satisfied, she had bound him in stocks, muzzled him again, and left him there to stew in his heat.\n\nAt least she allowed him to drink the cum that was stuck to his scales, and she got the other dragons to finish cleaning him up.\n\nHowever, it had run out too quickly and no matter how much he begged, M'hor'daga wouldn't give him anymore.\n\nAt least, he hadn't been alone in suffering this heat. The other dragons seemed to have fared even worse than he did...\n\nNow that he had stewed on it the whole night, and that the heat in his body had become much more bearable, the familiar feeling of anger and rage were resurfacing.\n\nHe felt angry not just at M'hor'daga, for beating him and raping him. But he was mostly angry at himself for not fighting hard enough, for succumbing to her.\n\nHowever, his body had no regrets whatsoever. It had loved it, it had loved it so much. It would gladly submit again, given the chance to go back in time. It wouldn't listen to a single thing his mind had to say.\n\nNo matter how much his mind wished to forget, his body made it remember every single moment in every excruciating and hot detail. No matter how much he wanted to stop dwelling on it, the smell of M'hor'daga's cum stuck to him, always reminded him of what had happened.\n\nThat and the heat would remind him, time and again that he was now marked as a slave, forever.\n\nFurther compounding it was the fact, as M'hor'daga had so happily told him before going to bed, that if he stopped eating her cum, his body would die, literally. She had killed some of her slaves like that, because they hadn't performed well enough.\n\nHe was effectively bound to her, in every possible way, whether he liked it or not. He could never, ever escape...\n\n``Bet you didn't sleep at all, didn't ya?'' taunted M'hor'daga ``Well, no wonder! With all the cum you drunk like a whore! Bet you're hurting aren't ya? Don't worry, I got just the thing for you...''\n\nMar'gon wanted to shoot her a withering look, but before he could do that, the dragoness stuffed a mask with a tube attached to it on top of his head.\n\nMar'gon realized immediately what it was, and what M'hor'daga was about to do, and that brought him no consolation at all.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\nThe moment M'hor'daga's concentrated pheromones hit his nostrils, he felt like he had been hit with ten amazing-smelling boulders rolling down a slope and then falling off a cliff.\n\nIt was so amazing, and yet so overwhelming! His brain couldn't process such an amazing and concentrated scent. His body though did, and was eternally grateful. So grateful in fact, that it wanted more and more.\n\n``See? Aren't I generous?'' she purred ``I always reward a good slave... like you...''\n\nThe moment he heard those words ``good slave'', Mar'gon felt his body going over the moon. Literally.\n\nIn his mind, he was angry, but his felt as if he had just been given one of the best compliments of his life.\n\nHis body felt so good, that he could feel his happiness and arousal seep into his mind, and starting to cancel out the anger. \n\nHis cock had once again started pushing hard against his chastity belt again, and leaking on the floor already.\n\nHad the dragoness's cum and pheromones already changed him so much?\n\n``Enjoy huffing my scent slut, I'll be back in a moment...'' said M'hor'dagas as she turned towards her other slaves, who were still struggling badly with their heat.\n\n``How did you all slept, ya useless pieces of trash?''\n\nEach and every one of them answered in unison with a single pitiful whine.\n\n``Bet the heat is killing you doesn't it? Bet you'd like to huff my pheromones a little, don't ya? Drink more of my cum?''\n\nAll twelve dragons nodded in unison.\n\n``Well, forget it! Only ACTUAL, USEFUL slaves get to huff my pheromones and drink my cum, not worthless pieces of trash like you!''\n\nEvery single one of the recoiled as if they had just been raked on their muzzle.\n\n``Well? Why are you all looking so scared? You should be happy! For once, I'm in a fucking good mood! And it's all thanks to this fucking slut!'' she said, raking Mar'gon's rump with her claws and making him scream.\n\n``Thanks to this fucking slut, FOR ONCE I've woken up actually happy! Which means no special training for any of you!''\n\nThe dragons exhaled a collective sigh of relief. One of them even started sobbing a little.\n\n``Why the fuck are you crying?!'' barked M'hor'daga, shutting the dragon up immediately ``There's still plenty of time to change my mind!''\n\nThe dragon looked away immediately, as if he had done the worst possible crime a dragon could commit.\n\n``Enjoy it while you can... but don't get used to it! All it takes is one little fuck from this slut, and it's back to special training for you!''\n\nEvery body gasped, and so did Mar'gon. Was this dragoness going to punish every single one of them, for his mistakes?!\n\nEven the pheromones couldn't dampen his mounting rage now. \n\n``And remember: even if, by the grace of S'aphur'daraga, you stop being so fucking useless, and I stop being so pissed off at you every time I look at you, remember that you'll always be worthless pieces of trash, and no fucking S'handagaran dragoness worth her salt would take your pathetic rumps, not even the S'hur'dayan army would take you as army whores!''\n\nDespite the pheromones, despite the heat in his body, hearing those words made Mar'gon's blood boil.\n\nThose poor things!\n\nThey had done nothing wrong! They were dragons just trying to live their lives, and now they were forced to endure the worst of suffering, because this monster of a dragoness was impossible to please!\n\nOnly HE could please her apparently...\n\nIn this regard, she really was the same as Mahr'daga. The only difference was that the positions had been reversed. Mar'gon was getting complimented, while the others were getting berated.\n\nThis dragoness may be worthy of respect, she may be a real warrior, she may have consider him worthy of being fucked by her, she may be a beautiful and powerful dragoness, she may still smell and taste amazing, but she was still a fucking monster!\n\nHis body liked her, he liked her very much... but at the same time... his mind hated her for being so horrible!\n\n``You wished you were even a TENTH as useful as he was! You wished you could endure muzzle-runting as well as HIM! You wished you could handle pain as well as HIM...''\n\nMar'gon tried to keep hold of his hatred for the dragoness, but with every word of praise coming out of her mouth, he felt his arousal surging, making the turmoil inside him even worse.\n\nHis body loved it when that monster praised him, and in front of others too. He always loved it when it happened...\n\nBut his mind hated how she was torturing these poor innocent dragons, just for the crime of not meeting her impossible standards. He always hated when he saw that happen...\n\n``Unlike YOU... THIS slave here actually has a chance of being sold to a REAL S'handagaran dragoness. A REAL dragoness that KNOWS how to treat their slaves and how to handle them...'' she raked his rump one more time to emphasize her point.\n\n``See? He doesn't cry like a fucking loser every time he gets touched or handled roughly''\n\nThe more the dragoness talked, the more pride and arousal swelled inside Mar'gon, and the more his anger grew. It was a miracle his body hadn't exploded from his internal turmoil.\n\nHe was too busy trying to reign his whirlwind of emotions that he never noticed M'hor'daga grabbing a hold of his head. \n\n``He's gonna have a bright future ahead of him... if he can keep this up...''\n\nIt was the touch of a strong, powerful warrior. The kind of warrior that could kill anything and anyone. The kind of warrior that never wavered in front of danger, death, or worse. The kind of warrior that WOULD succeed, no matter what.\n\nThe kind of warrior that protected everything she considered hers and would never allow anyone to touch it.\n\nThe kind of warrior that Mar'gon loved to be, that Mar'gon loved. \n\nHe wanted to lose himself in her touch, but at the same time wanted to glare at her as defiantly as he could.\n\n``Remember slut...'' she purred ``one fuck-up... all it takes is one fuck-up... and I'm gonna make them pay...''\n\nThose words made something huge click inside him. \n\nIf he had to do everything he could to please this dragoness to save those poor innocent dragons, to keep her happy so the others wouldn't suffer... he would do it, no matter how humiliating, painful or embarrassing it was.\n\nHe failed to protect his village, but he would protect those poor innocent dragons! This time he wouldn't fail!\n\nHis decision must have shown on his face, because M'hor'daga got so close to him that he could smell her breath, already so thick with pheromones.\n\n``Are you gonna become worthless, like those pieces of shit?'' challenged M'hor'daga.\n\nMar'gon growled, before he could even process what he was doing.\n\n``Are you gonna be good for me?''\n\nMar'gon growled even louder.\n\n``Are you gonna be a good slave?!''\n\nMar'gon growled so loud, that the mask could barely muffle it.\n\n``Are you gonna be a good slave for me?!''\n\nMar'gon growled so loud that he almost roared through the mask.\n\nTO BE CONTINUED\n\n  PAGE  1 \n\n"
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      "description": "Here it is! Chapter Six of Under the Dragoness's Paw!\n\nEnjoy!\n\nDISCLAIMERS!!!\n\nTHIS IS A WORK OF FICTION\nAny characters, names, places, events and incidents cited in this work are, in its entirety, the product of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental.\n\nTHIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY\nSelf-explanatory. This work contains many explicit sexual scenes and fetish-heavy content, therefore it is meant to be read exclusively by adults. If you’re below 18 years of age, stop reading immediately.\n\nCONTENT WARNING\nThis work revolves in its entirety around Femdom, Malesub, BDSM, Bondage, Chastity and Slavery. This work may also include other fetishes which may range from milder to more extreme ones, as well as scenes where consent is dubious or, in some rare cases, non-existent. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, stop reading.\n\nALL CHARACTERS INVOLVED IN SEXUAL SCENES ARE ADULT AND SAPIENT\nSelf-explanatory. No minors or less-than-sapient creatures will be featured in sexual scenes.\n\nACTIONS DO NOT MEAN ENDORCEMENT\nThe characters’ actions, thoughts and opinions are their own and are not endorsed in any way, shape, or form by the author, nor do they reflect the author’s personal views.\n\nNO AI TRAINING OR NFTS\nAny use of this work to “train” generative artificial intelligence (AI) technologies to generate text, or to make NFTs of it, is expressly prohibited.\n\nENGLISH ISN’T THE AUTHOR’S MOTHER-TONGUE\nIf you see any strange phrases, odd choice of words, typos, repetitions or things like this, that is why. Apologies in advance.\n\n© Valen “Vally” Drakk"
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      "writing": "CHAPTER 6\n\nWARRIOR\n\nMar'gon didn't know if it was because Mahr'daga's pheromones were starting to lose their hold on him due to her no longer being around, or if it was because this new dragoness's pheromones were countering its effects...\n\nFact was, it was the first time since getting captured that he felt something that wasn't overwhelming desire to submit, or blind lust, but that brought him no consolation at all.\n\nHe felt ashamed, heart-broken and devastated...\n\nHe had tried! He had tried really hard! \n\nIt wasn't his fault that he had never been one to submit! It was all new to him! He had tried his absolute best to please that fucking dragoness! He had even tried to REALLY like it! \n\nBut it hadn't been enough...\n\nNo matter how hard he had tried, it was never good enough! There was always some fatal flaw in what he did, some careless error in his worshiping! And when he did everything Mahr'daga had asked of him, and followed her instructions to the letter, she complained that there was no passion behind it!\n\nHe had done everything Dar'gon did too, down to every last fucking lick and kiss! And yet he got lauded, while he got berated!\n\nIt wasn't fair!\n\n``Mmmmm...'' \n\nHis moping was interrupted by the sound of the new dragoness, called M'hor'daga, pondering her shackled captive. She circled around him like a flying predator before she went for the killing strike.\n\nMar'gon should have felt terrified, like the rest of the captives, for being in such a vulnerable position, at the mercy of such a cruel and sadistic dragoness, but he didn't. \n\nIn fact, he felt empty inside.\n\nHe had been thrown away, like a broken toy, like a failure. Mar'gon, who bragged about never failing at what he did, who had never known the taste of personal failure... had failed, miserably.\n\nIt wasn't through any fault of his own, but that didn't make the pill any easier to swallow. In fact, because he had never failed before, and because he had been beaten by Dar'gon, of all dragons, it made it all the more bitter.\n\nDar'gon...\n\nJust thinking about him stirred anger inside him. What had that useless runt done to make that dragoness like him so fucking much?!\n\nHe wasn't tall! He wasn't strong! He wasn't handsome! He wasn't a warrior like him! If it wasn't for Mar'gon, he would have become Wretch food a long time ago!\n\nHe was a lucky bastard. That was it, just a lucky bastard. Always making it out somehow, through no merit of his, or getting what he didn't deserve...\n\nEven getting kicked out of the Lava Wyrms turned out to be good for him. He probably had it planned all along the scumbag!\n\nWait... what was he thinking?! Dar'gon was his best friend! He couldn't think of him like that! There was no way he did what he did on purpose! He was a good soul!\n\nAnd yet...\n\n``This is a first...'' M'hor'daga kept pondering ``This is probably the first time my useless sister has rejected one of her catches. She never rejects anything she gets her weak claws on. You must have really fucked up for her to get to that point...''\n\nNo! He hadn't!\n\nHe hadn't fucked anything up! He had done everything that fucking dragoness had asked him to do and then some! She was impossible to please! She had impossible standards!\n\nEven Dar'gon couldn't meet her standards either, she was probably trying to find ways to convince herself that Dar'gon wasn't the useless runt he was!\n\nHeck, he was sure that none of those useless twins could meet her standards either! What was wrong with them anyway?! What kind of sick dragon would get off from pain like they did?! They had probably been sentenced to death in their tribe, whatever it was, for being degen-!\n\nWait, what was he thinking?! He had never been this petty and resentful! He was a warrior, not a loser! How could he blame dragons who had been kidnapped and forced into slavery?! They were probably brainwashing into liking it because they were just trying to survive... \n\nWhat was wrong with him?!\n\n``Or maybe she's just losing whatever little of her touch she had left. I really don't see what she saw in you...''\n\nMar'gon didn't know why, but every time that dragoness opened her mouth, he felt as if every single word she said opened huge gashes in his soul. However, his inner wounds, instead of being left wide open and void, filled with simmering anger.\n\nAnger at the dragoness, for insulting him, anger at Dar'gon and at the twins for making him look bad, anger at Mahr'daga for treating him so badly and then rejecting him, anger at himself for trying to please her in the first place...\n\n``HE DEFEATED TWO WRETCHES BY HIMSELF!'' said M'hor'daga, mimicking Mahr'daga's voice ``Not with this scrawny body you didn't!''\n\nShe then raked at his rump with her claws making him cry in pain.\n\n``Pathetic... No way she was telling the truth. And even if she was... you probably just lucked out... didn't ya?''\n\nNo, he didn't!\n\nHe really did kill two Wretches by himself! They weren't fully-grown, true, but still! Even not-fully-grown wretches were as dangerous as the fully-grown ones. The best the vast majority of dragons could kill, by themselves, at a time, was one!\n\nNot only that, he had also saved the chieftain from certain death by killing those wretches!\n\nHe was an amazing warrior, by all means and purposes! How dare this monster look down upon him?! How dare she belittle him and his accomplishments?!\n\n``Well, whatever the case, I'll let you in on a little secret, runt...'' she hissed, getting so close to Mar'gon, that he could smell her breath.\n\nIt smelled as feminine as Mahr'daga's, but it was so much stronger, much more powerful than Mahr'daga's, and his body was liking it a whole lot better.\n\nMar'gon did everything he could to get a hold of himself, but it was as if his body was starting to get a mind of his own...\n\n``That slave over there...'' she gestured towards one of the other captive dragons, the one with the bent and broken wings ``killed three.''\n\nMar'gon looked at the dragon with wide eyes. Three?! Impossible. It couldn't be. She had to be lying!\n\n``He was such a strong warrior...'' she continued ``And now look at him! Nothing more than a broken useless toy...'' she finished, her words laced with contempt and disgust.\n\nThe dragon didn't even look at him. He was far bigger and stronger and Mar'gon and yet he truly looked like a broken dragon, a broken and empty shell devoid of soul, as if it had been sucked out of him...\n\nIf such a strong warrior couldn't survive this dragoness, what chances had HE got...?\n\nNo! He couldn't end up like him! He wouldn't end up like him! He wouldn't succumb to this monster! \n\n``In fact, I bet that every single of one of these useless lumps of meat was a better warrior than you, judging from their builds alone...''\n\nMar'gon barely restrained himself from growling.\n\nHe didn't care that every single one of those dragons looked bigger and stronger than Mar'gon or if they had been better warriors than him! He still was batter than them because he wouldn't end up like them!\n\nHe also didn't understand why his body was craving more of M'hor'daga's scent and wouldn't shut up about it!\n\n``Hmph. You're not even handsome or cute, even for a wild dragon...'' said M'hor'daga, circling so close to him that Mar'gon could smell her scent only too well. His body was craving it, it believed it was the most wonderful scent ever, but his mind tried as hard as it could to reject it.\n\nHe had never felt this way. His mind and body had always been one and the same, but now... It felt as if they were waging war against each other...\n\n``And I'm betting even your flame is nothing exceptional, isn't it?''\n\nMar'gon shot her a withering look and almost growled.\n\nSo fucking what?! Mar'gon was still a great warrior! He had been much better than dragons who were bigger, taller, more muscled, or had more powerful flames!\n\nHeck! He had seen big and strong dragon crumble under the pressure, or stress, or loss. He had seen many dragons who were great with great fire-breathing abilities sucking badly at melee combat!\n\n``And... I'm betting...'' hissed the dragoness ``That you're particularly endowed down there either?''\n\nThis time, Mar'gon did growl.\n\nHe knew he was being foolish, but he didn't care. He knew he had made a big mistake but he didn't care one bit.\n\nSomething about this dragoness was making him losing his cool so bad, and the worst part was that he didn't regret it at all.\n\nM'hor'daga stopped pacing and pinned him under her cruel stare. For a moment, Mar'gon thought she would strike. However, instead of doing that, she smiled a little, as if she had been pleasantly surprised by his response\n\n``Well, well... you DO have some spunk left in you, runt! My useless sister must have been too stupid to suck it out of you... or too lazy...''\n\nYeah... she was right... Mahr'daga was lazy as fuck. She spent more day getting worshiped, pampered and bathing instead of working on-\n\nWait... what was he thinking?! Why was he agreeing with this monster?!\n\n``But don't worry... I won't make the same mistake...''\n\nSuddenly he felt something sharp slice across his flank, right under his bound left wing. He screamed at the top of his lungs through the muzzle as pain, like he had never felt before, exploded in his body.\n\nThe dragoness had just cut him. No, she had actually sliced open his body and tore a horrible gash. His scales had been cut up like they weren't there and he was already oozing blood copiously.\n\nNot even the Wretches tore through dragon scales with such ease...\n\nHis entire chest felt as if it was on fire, his legs were starting to go numb, and he saw stars. He couldn't even breathe for a few more horrifying moments. However, he did manage not to fall... barely.\n\n``Hmph'' M'hor'daga said, as if surviving a horrendous cut like that was something to scoff at.\n\n``You see...'' she continued ``the fatal flaw in my useless sister is that she refuses to understand that breaking slaves with force and violence is a lot more effective, efficient and easier than wasting your time trying to train them. It's also much more fun...''\n\nTo further accentuate her point, she cut Mar'gon on his other flank. He almost fell down on his front paws, only barely managing to stop the fall. However he remained there, half-crouched, as his body hurt too much for him to do anything else.\n\n``Our catches won't become our slaves, like 9 times out of 10, so what's the fucking point?''\n\nShe then sliced his neck and this time, Mar'gon did fall down, barely hanging onto consciousness and gasping for breath.\n\nHe hated to admit it, but that appendage on her tail was the most impressive weapon he had ever seen. He had never known something in this world could have inflicted so much damage and inflict so much pain, in such a short while...\n\n``Bah!'' scoffed M'hor'daga ``Your pain resistance is pathetic. That bitch over there...'' she nodded towards another one of her captives ``took almost five hits before he fell down''\n\nThose words filled Mar'gon with even more hatred and desire to challenge her. Despite the enormous pain and the vehement protests of his body, after what felt like and endless struggle, he got up again, looking defiant.\n\nHis body was screaming to submit, but he refused to listen to it.\n\nM'hor'daga didn't look impressed in the slightest. \n\n``You know... maybe I've made a mistake. Maybe I shouldn't have taken my sister offer. There's nothing noteworthy about you. You're boring, forgettable, mediocre... And your attitude is horrible. You're not even worth the effort of breaking in.''\n\nMar'gon growled once again, louder. He had completely lost control of his temper, and he couldn't, wouldn't get a hold of himself. This dragoness was pushing every single one of his buttons, including buttons that he never knew he had.\n\n``Even if I did go through the effort of breaking you, what would I be left with? A useless slave with a horrible attitude that would barely pass as an army whore. That is if you manage not to get yourself killed before that..''\n\nMar'gon growled really loudly this time, soliciting shocked and afraid moans and whines from the other captives. M'hor'daga though didn't flinch one bit.\n\n``The slave that I had before was just as useless as you are, but at least he knew when to keep his trap shut!''\n\nThat did it.\n\nHe tried to hit M'hor'daga. However, she easily dodged the hit and then clawed at his muzzle, barely missing his eye.\n\nHe was thrown away and only the chain prevented him from being flung any farther. He then fell down on the floor again. The wound stung, not as much as when she cut him with her appendage, but it still stung really badly. His eyes wouldn't open from the pain and his ears were ringing.\n\nBefore he even had the time to process what had happened, M'ho'rdaga grabbed his head with her paws and lifted him effortlessly, as if he didn't weight at all.\n\nWhen Mar'gon could finally find the strength to open his eyes, he saw M'hor'daga staring at him and the other dragons looking at him with horror.\n\nShe was smiling.\n\n``Well, well... Feeling brave, aren't we?'' M'hor'daga said after a while, sadism lacing every single one of her words ``Wanna play rough?'' \n\nShe got so close to Mar'gon that her lips were barely one inch away from him. Her scent had gotten even stronger and made his body scream with delight and beg to be ravaged by her-\n\nNo!\n\nHe wouldn't submit! He wasn't a weakling, like Dar'gon. He wouldn't give in, even if it cost him his life...\n\n``Then let's play a little game, you and I...'' whispered M'hor'daga, her tone as hard and as deadly as her teeth ``If you can run away from me... I'll let you go. If I catch you... I'll kill you''\n\nThe captive dragons gasped in horror. Mar'gon on the other hand couldn't believe his ears. He couldn't have heard right... \n\nLet him go? THIS evil dragoness? She had to be joking! But she didn't look like the dragoness that liked to joke about...\n\nShe had to be lying!\n\n``Oh, you think I'm lying...? That's cute...''\n\nAs soon as she said it, she conjured dark forces, looking exactly the same as those conjured by Mahr'daga, which undid the chain shackling his collar to a ring in the floor.\n\n``In fact... I'm feeling generous. I'll give you a huge head start. You go and I'll start hunting you next morning''\n\nIf this dragoness was lying, she sure was doing a terrible job at it. And yet Mar'gon didn't buy her words for a second.\n\nHe was missing something! He just knew it!\n\n``Go on then!'' she said, nodding towards the exit to the cave ``Get outta here!''\n\nMar'gon looked at it. For a moment, he thought about actually running away, but then he realized that he was too wounded to be able to go far.\n\nMoreover, there was the problem of the bondage gear. There was no way he could walk very far with all the bondage gear and she shackles he was wearing, plus his encased wings...\n\nHe would have to get rid of it, but only a S'handagaran dragoness could remove it. Only they could conjure the dexterous dark magic that allowed them to manipulate objects with such precision. \n\nThey were also impervious to a normal dragon's fire breath, so melting them was out of the question.\n\n``Well? What are you waiting for? Get out!'' said M'hor'daga, with a little more force.\n\nMar'gon though didn't move. There was no way he could run away, especially with no way of removing his bondage gear. He would be found and caught almost immediately. And then he would be killed.\n\n``Are you deaf or what?! I said GET OUT!'' barked M'hor'daga.\n\nMar'gon once again remained rooted to his spot, his brain scrambling to figure out what to do.\n\nEven if he could get rid of his gear, he was in enemy territory, and he had no idea where to go, or how to go back to his tribe. If this dragoness wouldn't kill him, then others would, or the pain, or hunger or thirst...\n\nThe dragons meanwhile were watching the scene looked downright terrified, as if they were the ones who had to run away.\n\n``This is your final warning, bitch!'' growled M'hor'daga ``GET OUT or I'll kill you right here, right now and it's gonna be FUCKING painful!''\n\nOnly then did Mar'gon started to turn around, and started making the first steps towards the exit.\n\n``Good luck!'' said M'hor'daga, her tone back to normal ``And don't make it too easy for me to catch you...''\n\nMar'gon stopped suddenly. It finally clicked! She was making him play a losing game that he had no chance of winning! Just for her fucking amusement!\n\nSuddenly rage filled his vision.\n\n``What's wrong?'' barked M'hor'daga ``Do you need directions? Move!''\n\nHe would never give this monster the satisfaction of killing him on her terms. If he had to die, he would die like a warrior! Fighting!\n\nHe may suffer an atrocious and painful death. Definitely an inglorious one, but at least he would see his parents again...\n\nHe quickly turned back around, sprinted towards M'hor'daga, and tried to headbutt her again, this time giving it everything he had!\n\nHowever, his bondage gear slowed his movements down too much. M'hor'daga easily blocked his attack by grabbing his horns with her front paws. Then she slammed his head down onto the ground before he could even process what had happened.\n\nThe impact was so violent that Mar'gon could have sworn he had felt his skull crack in several points and almost blacked out right then and there.\n\nHis jaws didn't work, his eyelids felt heavy as boulders, and his head was about to burst. His nose still worked though, and he could smell all too well the amazing scent emanated from M'hor'daga's paws getting stronger and stronger with every passing moment.\n\nFor a moment, he could only hear his body begging him to give up, to surrender, and beg for mercy. He thought about doing that, but then his brain started functioning again.\n\nHe couldn't submit! It was pointless! She would kill him anyway! He had to fight! \n\nHe knew it was hopeless, for not even thirty dragons could match the power of a S'handagaran dragoness... but he was a warrior and warriors never gave up!\n\nHe struggled against the paws pinning his head down. His attempts were weak at first, but as the moments passed they grew stronger and stronger. He started emitting loud growls of defiance too.\n\nHowever, the impact must have broken something within him as well, for, as he struggled harder and harder, his body's screams of submission started getting so loud and strong that they actually showed on him, in the way of him leaking through his chastity belt.\n\nThis didn't go unnoticed by M'hor'daga. Instead of ending his life right then and there, she started putting horrendous pressure on his skull.\n\n``Give up bitch...'' she growled ``It's over...''\n\nHer tone was daggers and venom, but her body betrayed her true emotions as her arousal had grown so much that she had started leaking herself. \n\nMar'gon responded to her words by struggling harder, and leaking a little bit more through the chastity belt.\n\nWhy was his body betraying him so badly?!\n\n``Give up'' growled M'hor'daga in a deadlier tone.\n\nMar'gon refused. He continued the struggle, he even tried to hit her with his encased wings. M'hor'daga in response put even more pressure on his skull. \n\nMar'gon felt like his pain was being slowly crushed by a mountain and he almost passed out from the pain again.\n\nBut he wouldn't give!\n\n``GIVE UP!'' roared M'hor'daga.\n\n``NNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHH....'' screamed Mar'gon, with all the strength he had left.\n\nFor a moment, everything stopped. Mar'gon thought this would really be the end, the moment when M'hor'daga would kill him. \n\nInstead, the pressure from his skull lifted off suddenly.\n\nHe chanced a peek at M'hor'daga. She was staring at him with a big grin on her face. He immediately tried to get up, even though he was still too weak to stand upright. M'hor'daga didn't even try to stop him.\n\n``Hehehe... and here I thought that this would be boring...'' she purred ``Maybe my sister wasn't bullshitting me for once...''\n\nMar'gon had barely managed to get up after a long struggle when M'hor'daga stabbed him again.\n\nNo. It wasn't a stab... It didn't hurt at all. It didn't feel like M'hor'daga's appendage either... It was more like light prick.\n\nHe blinked once and then he saw what seemed like a huge syringe floating in mid-air, held aloft by M'hor'daga's dark magic.\n\nHe suddenly felt the floor drop from beneath him. Had she injected him with poison?\n\nThen, he suddenly felt energy coursing through him. Suddenly, he no longer felt tired or hurt. In fact, he now had enough energy to go to battle.\n\nShe hadn't poisoned him. She had injected him with some kind of stimulant!\n\n``Change of plans, bitch!'' purred M'hor'daga ``We'll play a different game you and I...''\n\nMar'gon glowered at her.\n\n(...)\n\n``Get up!'' barked M'hor'daga.\n\nMar'gon looked at her defiantly as he, not without difficulty, got up, or at least as defiantly as he could given his state.\n\nEven though he had just gotten another dose of stimulant, every fiber of his body was on fire. Every breath was pure torture. Every movement felt like an impossible feat. He had no feeling left in any of his paws. His head was a throbbing mess. Even something as simple as standing up was nothing short of excruciating torture.\n\nThere were many scales, pieces of scales, halves of scales scattered around him, among little pools of blood. His exposed skin was battered, bruised and cut up. Some parts of him were so bloody that he couldn't distinguish scale from blood.\n\nHis body was also full of M'hor'daga's poison, which, unlike Mahr'daga's poison, amplified the pain he felt and sapped his strength. It had taken two injections of stimulants just to keep him going...\n\nMar'gon couldn't remember the last time he had taken such a beating. In fact, he probably had never been beaten this badly, not even when he had been a tiny hatch-ling during training with his merciless instructor.\n\nM'hor'daga meanwhile hadn't even broken a sweat. He hadn't managed to so much as touch her! She moved with speed, precision, strength. She never wasted a moment or let a chance escape her.\n\nHe hated to admit it, but she moved like a killing machine, like a real fighter. She moved like HE wished he could in his wildest dreams...\n\nThat blasted, feral grin on her muzzle that she wore since the battle had started had never wavered, in fact it seemed to get wider and wider as time went on.\n\nShe wasn't getting the least bit frustrated or angry that Mar'gon was refusing to give up and dragging on the fight. In fact, she was loving this. She was loving every moment of it!\n\nHer scent had also gotten so intoxicating that Mar'gon had to try not to get too close to her. He had a feeling that if he inhaled her scent from too close, he couldn't contain his body's desire anymore and would submit immediately. \n\nHe could even see several drops of juices falling from her pussy, that was how much she was turned on!\n\n``Still standing bitch?'' taunted M'hor'daga.\n\nMar'gon growled in response.\n\n``Two doses of stimulant, and you're still standing...'' she purred ``Good dragon...''\n\nMar'gon just glowered.\n\nThroughout the entire fight, M'hor'daga had done nothing but taunt him and make fun of him... and now she was ACTUALLY complimenting him?\n\nShe was definitely trying to offset him! \n\nOr was she...? \n\nWait, what was he thinking?! Of course she was trying to offset him! But why? She had the upper hand, always had! She had no need to do it.\n\nWhy was she doing this?\n\nHis body knew the answer to that question, but his mind was rejecting it with all its might.\n\n``You've lasted longer than all of those pieces of shit combined!'' she said nodding briefly to the cowering dragons, who were watching the fight enraptured. \n\n``In fact'' she added ``you're by far the longest-lasting slave I've ever laid my claws on...'' she purred, louder still ``You're such a good little slave...''\n\nMar'gon kept glowering. He wanted to growl in response, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. \n\nHe desperately wanted not to believe her. He desperately wanted her to be lying. He was desperately looking for clues that told him she wasn't being sincere, but he couldn't find any.\n\nHe hated to admit it... but she was being sincere.\n\nWhy?\n\nWhy was this monster... this monster of a dragoness... why was she genuinely complimenting him?\n\nHe knew the answer to that question, but he just couldn't accept it: she respected him. Really.\n\nShe was the first creature that Mar'gon had ever met that actually respected him and it was a monster that had enslaved him! \n\nNo one had ever done that until now, not even the chieftain of his tribe when he saved his life...\n\nAnd the fact that she was such a great, strong fighter, only made the realization hit even harder.\n\nShe had unwittingly, or maybe wittingly, tore open the floodgate that was his emotions, emotions that he had kept bottled up for so long...\n\nHe tried to stop it, but the emotions kept flowing and flowing and they were starting to show on his muzzle.\n\n``Feeling proud, aren't ya?''\n\nMar'gon didn't answer. He kept glowering, but it mustn't have hidden his emotions too well because M'hor'daga purred:\n\n``Silence is just another form of assent...''\n\nMar'gon shook his head, as a last-ditch effort to get a hold of himself, but the emotions wouldn't stop. They were overriding and weakening his hatred for the dragoness.\n\nHe wanted to hate her. He wanted to hate her so badly!\n\nBut he couldn't. Right then... he couldn't.\n\nHis body was screaming with delight, screaming with happiness at having been acknowledged. It was also showing how much it loved those compliments, by making him leak through his chastity belt...\n\nWhy? Why was she messing with him so badly?! All she did was saying a few words! Why was he crumbling?!\n\n``Are you having fun?'' \n\nMar'gon couldn't even muster the strength to glower anymore. What was wrong with him?!\n\n``So am I, runt... GRRRRR... So am I...'' she purred ``GRRR... This is the first FUCKING time I've ever had so much fun breaking in a slave! GRRR...'' she said, growling already from sheer pleasure. \n\nShe advanced closer and closer, leaving a visible trail of juices behind her. Mar'gon looked at her as if hypnotized. She moved like a killer, with the elegance and pose of a beautiful female.\n\n``You know... GRRR... what I like about you... GRRRR...? Even more than... GRRR... your stubbornness... GRRRR... and your determination...?''\n\nIt seemed that with every word she spoke, her scent got much, much stronger by a factor of a thousand!\n\nMar'gon only then realized that she was backing him into a corner and that he was allowing himself to be cornered.\n\nThat scent was hindering his ability to think!\n\n``The fact that... GRRRRR... you like it when I compliment you... GRRRR... on your skills...''\n\nMar'gon gulped. She had seen him right through, despite his efforts. He couldn't even try to deny it. His body was giving everything away.\n\n``I like it... GRRRR... I REALLY like that in a slave...''\n\nM'hor'daga was completely overcome by her arousal. She had even dropped her guard.\n\nMaybe...\n\nBefore he could do anything, though, she grabbed his chin with one of her paws. She didn't even sink her claws into him. She thought she had him beat so badly, that she didn't even need to fight anymore.\n\nMar'gon's mind scrambled to think of a way to fight back, but it was so difficult to think with the dragoness so close and her overwhelming scent. His body seemed to be paralyzed by her pheromones.\n\n``You'RRRRRe a real waRRRRrrrior...'' she purred.\n\nHer scent was so amazing, so powerful that Mar'gon almost felt like passing out from sheer pleasure.\n\nWait...\n\n``It's such a shame... GRRRRR... that I have to KILL YOU!'' she roared, before slamming his head down on the floor and bringing down her tail on it with a loud THUMP.\n\nAs the dust settled, nothing moved. M'ho'rdaga just stood there, panting, the other dragons were watching with horror, Mar'gon... just lied on the floor, unmoving.\n\nThe moments passed, and Mar'gon still didn't move.\n\n``GRRRR... get up!'' barked M'hor'daga ``GET UP!''\n\nMar'gon didn't move. He didn't even breathe. The only thing that moved was the blood trickling from his head. The other dragons gasped in horror, their worst suspicions confirmed.\n\n``FUCKING GET UP!'' roared M'hor'daga, but once again Mar'gon's body didn't even twitch.\n\n``FUCK!'' screamed M'hor'daga as the truth of what she had done hit her ``I overdid it again! GRRRRRRRR... FUUUUUUUUUCK! Stupid fucking slave!''\n\nShe swiped her tail in frustration and hit the wall so hard that a section of it came off, and almost hit one of the other dragons.\n\n``GRRRRR....WHY?! FUCKING WHY?! Every FUCKING TIME!'' she continued, spitting flames against the wall ``EVERY FUCKING TIME they die when things start getting GOOD! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR...''\n\nShe continued swiping her tail, spitting fire and curses at the walls and ceiling and even a couple of inches from the other slaves, making them scream in terror.\n\nIt took her a long while to calm down. When she did, the cave looked like a battlefield.\n\n``I really hoped...'' she whispered to herself ``For once... Bah! Nevermind! Let's get rid of this waste of meat before my useless sister finds out about this...''\n\nShe grabbed his head with one of her paws and-\n\nWHACK!\n\nThe sound reverberated throughout the cavern as if an explosion had just taken place.\n\nM'hor'daga recoiled as if stung. A collective gasp escaped the bound muzzles of every single captive dragon as they took in the scene.\n\nMar'gon was alive! And he looked incredibly smug.\n\nIt worked!\n\nHe only managed to land a light tap, but it might as well had been a full blown blast of dragon fire for the shock it had caused.\n\nHe had done it! He had landed a hit! He had finally hit a S'handagaran dragoness! And not just any s'handagaran dragoness! One of the worst of them! No one had ever managed something like that! \n\nHe felt amazing! This felt even better than when he had killed Wretches!\n\nM'hor'daga may kill him for this, but he didn't care! It had been worth it! It had been SO worth it!\n\nFor several long moments, everything stopped, as if frozen in time. Even the air seemed to be too shocked by the scene that had just unfolded to move. The only sound that could be heard was Mar'gon's heavy panting and breathing.\n\nM'hor'daga held her left cheek with her left fore-paw, staring at the ground as if she couldn't believe what had just happened.\n\n``He.. he... he...''\n\nWhatever joy and pride Mar'gon felt evaporated as quickly as it had come, and... for the first time in a long time... he felt a tinge of fear.\n\n``hahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!''\n\nThat laughter was so evil that it shouldn't even exist in this world. Not even the sickest dragons, in his darkest nightmares, could conjure a sound so monstrous and so terrifying at the same time.\n\n``HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!''\n\nM'hor'daga continued laughing his evil and monstrous laughter, showing no sign of stopping, looking even scarier than usual as she did.\n\nMar'gon remained rooted on the post, despite his mounting fear, while the other dragons had scampered so far away and were now huddled onto the far corner of the wall like scared hatch-lings.\n\n``GGGGGGGRRRRRRHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARARARARAHAHAHAHAHAHARARARAHA!!!''\n\nEvery second that passed, her laughter seemed to grow louder and growling sounds mixed in with it, making it even more terrifying.\n\nHer scent had gotten so intoxicating that Mar'gon could only just barely contain the screaming needs and feelings of his body, despite getting as far away from her as he could. \n\n``HAHARArarahaaaa... You... GRRRRR...'' M'hor'daga finally growled, amid fits of manic giggles ``my sisterRRRrrrr... GRRRR... was WRRRRRRONG about you... GRRRRR...''\n\n*PLOP\n\nThat sound reverberated through the cavern like a thunder. M'hor'daga was leaking so badly that huge drops of juices were falling down on the floor, no longer trickling down from her legs. \n\n*PLOP *PLOP\n\nShe was also salivating like crazy and had a manic look in her eyes that Mar'gon had never seen in a living thing before. Not even the Wretches during the peak of their blood-lust looked as manic as this.\n\n``You'RRRRRRRRRRH NOT... GRRRRRR... a good FIT forRRRRRMERRRR... GRRRRR...''\n\nShe had even started slurring her words. It was even worse than Mahr'daga, and she also screamed some of the words, as if she could barely hold herself together.\n\n``You'rRRRRRRE PERRRRRRRRRRFECT!'' she roared and before Mar'gon could register what she had just told him, she struck with unnatural speed, pinning him to the ground.\n\nBefore Mar'gon could even think of struggling, she opened her jaws wide and bit his neck, right below his jawline.\n\nIt was the dreaded ``Bite of death''. Once a dragon was trapped in the ``Bite of Death'' they couldn't defend themselves or break free. \n\nOne little twist and his life would be over. There was nothing left for him but to either submit or die.\n\nHe could already M'hor'daga's poison coursing through his veins, amplifying his pain tenfold.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nHis body was screaming at him to surrender at the top of its lungs. It was screaming so loudly that his mind couldn't shut it off at all.\n\nBut he couldn't! He would never submit! He had to figh-\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nAs if reading his emotions, M'hor'daga bit down on his neck harder and then clawed at it too, tearing off skin and scale.\n\nThe pain was unbearable. He could barely lift a paw. She was so strong, so big, so powerful. And she smelled so good!\n\nMar'gon, for the first time since fighting the Wretches for the first time, felt truly afraid. He felt panic coursing through him, amplifying his pain and his internal screaming even more.\n\nHis mind was awash with fear and panic. He couldn't focus. He couldn't think. What could he do?!\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nAs if the dragoness was sensing his fear, she bit down so hard that she cut off his air supply.\n\nInstincts too over. He struggled desperately to break himself free of the Bite of Death. But all that achieved was making the dragoness bite down even harder on his neck and claw at it even more.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nThe more she bit and clawed, and the more he struggled, the more turned on she was. He could smell it only too well.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nPart of him wanted to stop fighting, just to stop her from getting excited, but he couldn't. Panic wouldn't let him.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nHis struggles were growing weaker and weaker. Even his internal screaming was starting to grow fainter.\n\nThe dragoness showed no sign of relenting. In fact, she went at it even further, but the pain was starting to grow a bit weaker.\n\nWas that it? Was that the end?\n\nNo. It wasn't.\n\nOnce again, as if sensing he was about to pass out. M'hor'daga lifted the pressure on his neck, but only enough to allow a small bit of air through his lungs.\n\nHowever, before Mar'gon could breathe or even utter a single sound, she blew a cloud of pheromones through her nostrils. \n\nIt caught him completely unprepared and, air-starved as he was, he inhaled the entire thing. \n\nMar'gon felt his entire body explode with joy. It was the most amazing scent that he had ever felt, much better than Mahr'daga: sweet, feminine, strong, powerful, spicy, overwhelming... it had everything.\n\nNot only that, he felt his entire body felt energized by it, as if it had just been injected with another dose of stimulant.\n\nNo... This was much more powerful. It felt as if his body had taken three or four doses of stimulant.\n\nHis mind tried to reject it, but it was completely useless. His body craved, screamed that it wanted more of it. It wanted it so bad that it was trying to shut off the protests of his mind, and since it had been energized so much, it was succeeding!\n\nMar'gon tried desperately to fight not only against M'hor'daga's Bite of Death, but against the assault on his mind.\n\nAfter just a few moments though, the dragoness blew another cloud of pheromones on his head.\n\nMar'gon tried to hold his breath, but his body refused to obey him. He inhaled the entire thing once again.\n\nHis body craved nothing more than to submit, to be taken, to be conquered, to be broken, to be destroyed by this terrifying, strong, beautiful dragoness.\n\nIts needs were so powerful that they demolished his mental barriers, cutting through them like they were made of paper and conquering every inch of his brain.\n\nHis mind was breaking down and there was no amount of struggling against it that could stop the flood of submission.\n\nHe could only struggle desperately against the Bite of Death, but only because panic and fear were still strong in his mind... but for how long?\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nHe didn't get to wonder on that question, because M'hor'daga bit his neck harshly once more, cutting off his air and then clawed at his neck once more.\n\nHe started struggling desperately again, but this time he struggled with so much force, like a prey struggling against the claws and jaws of a predator, fighting for their life.\n\nOnly, a prey didn't fight as hard as he could...\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nOne wrong move and he might accidentally impale himself on the dragoness's teeth, or even snap his own neck by mistake.\n\nBut struggling on he did, despite the pain, despite his body, despite the dragoness's scent. \n\nWhatever part of his mind that hadn't been conquered by the needs of his body was in full panic-mode. Nothing but surviving and escaping remained.\n\nHe had never felt this way. Ever.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nHe couldn't breathe and yet he struggled on and on, as if his body didn't even need air to fight.\n\nThe dragoness didn't relent one bit. She kept biting ever-so-slightly harder as moments passed. She smelled so aroused now that it was a miracle she hadn't cummed yet...\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nEverything hurt, his skin, his muscles, his bones, his joints. He felt blood coursing through what felt like thousands of cuts, bruises, gashes. He couldn't even lift a muscle.\n\nEvery fiber of his body was on fire, and yet he struggled on.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nAs moments went on though, he could feel his body starting to crave air once more, and his struggles starting to get a bit weaker...\n\nHe couldn't fight on for much longer.\n\nM'hor'daga sensed this. However, this time, she completely let got of Mar'gon's neck and blew another cloud of pheromones on him.\n\nIt was the killing blow... to his struggles.\n\nMar'gon felt the remnants of his mind completely shut off. His fear and panic, long forgotten. Even his pain was receding.\n\nOnly his body could be heard, and it was screaming his arousal only too well. It was also showing it too well.\n\nMar'gon didn't notice it, but he was now leaking through the chastity belt so much that his groin was stained.\n\nIt was nothing compared to the arousal of the dragoness. She had left a big lake of juices under her groin.\n\nWhen he looked at M'hor'daga in her eyes, she saw a monster completely overcome by arousal and feral frenzy. And yet, he felt his heart melt, from arousal and from the overwhelming desire to submit.\n\nShe was so beautiful, so strong, so powerful... He just had to submit. It was the only way. It was the right way.\n\n``D'.... GRRRRRRRR.... YUH.... GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR... YIELDGGGRRRRRRRRR?'' growled M'hor'daga.\n\nHe nodded.\n\nM'hor'daga's face burst into the biggest, most sadistic smile he had ever seen.\n\n``GRRRRRRoooood...'' she growled.\n\nThat was all the warning Mar'gon got before M'hor'daga grabbed his head, ripped off the muzzle binding his jaws and then shoved his muzzle right inside her pussy.\n\n(...)\n\nMar'gon had never been muzzle-fucked before. He had always been forced to watch Dar'gon getting his face runted by Mahr'daga.\n\nEvery time he came back from a session, the dragon looked like his muzzle had been raked by Wretches for an entire day and worse. And yet, he always looked so happy, as if he had been given the best gift a dragon could get.\n\nHe had never really understood it why... but now that HE was the one getting his face runted... he did.\n\nIf Mar'gon had though M'hor'daga had smelled amazing before, it was nothing compared to this.\n\nEvery single particle of air had also been supercharged with her already amazing scent, adding a musky quality that made it irresistible.\n\nIt was also much more powerful than the cloud of pheromones that he had been forced to inhale before, which made him want more and more.\n\nIf there was even a smidgen of resistance left in him, that scent completely wiped it off, along with every other feeling that he had.\n\nFear, panic, anger, didn't exist anymore. It was as if they never existed at all and never would.\n\nOnly pure, raw lust and arousal remained... along with the pain.\n\nIf he had thought he knew how brutal a S'handaran dragoness could be when fucking her slaves, he had been dead wrong.\n\nCompared to M'hor'daga's relentless assault, what Dar'gon endured when Mahr'daga muzzle-fucked him looked like a light fuck.\n\nThis was a real, no-hold-back, brutal, extreme muzzle-fucking in every sense of the word. M'hor'daga didn't care at all if she was breaking his muzzle, cause serious bleeding or even maim him. She didn't care if she killed him by accident either.\n\nOnly her pleasure mattered, nothing else.\n\nShe also didn't care about ``savoring the moment'', like Mahr'daga liked to do. She just wanted to cum, as soon as possible. Period.\n\nShe also couldn't care about giving ``tips'', or ``feedback'' or ``lessons on how life serving S'handagaran dragonesses was like'', or any such thing. She fucked his muzzle and that was it.\n\nShe didn't care if her slaves could perform the many things Mahr'daga demanded. When she fucked them, they had to endure it. Period.\n\nAlso unlike Mahr'daga, M'hor'daga was nowhere near as good in keeping her arousal in check. She had barely started fucking and had already given in fully to lust. Her assaults were getting much quicker and fiercer already.\n\nNot a single word escaped her maws, just saliva and blood. The only sound she emitted were deep, guttural growls that shook his bones to the marrow and put Mahr'daga's to shame.\n\nHer eyes were bloodshot and manic. They were the eyes of a dragoness completely consumed by lust and by feral frenzy.\n\nShe looked so frightening, and yet so beautiful as she muzzle-fucked him. So strong, so powerful, so intimidating, so... \n\nEverything a real warrior looked like when they fucked...\n\nMar'gon had never seen a female fuck like a real warrior, and now that he had... now that was getting fucked by a real warrior, it felt so... \n\nHe didn't know if the pheromones had completely destroyed his moral compass, but it felt so... right.\n\nThis dragoness was much stronger and powerful than him, and it was only fair that the weak submitted to the strong. That what they taught him from the day he started basic training and what his father had always taught him.\n\nSo, it was fair that he submitted to her...\n\nDespite the brutal assault and the pain, he started licking M'hor'daga's pussy. His movements were nowhere near as good as they were when he was under Mahr'daga, but fortunately for him, M'hor'daga didn't care about that.\n\nIf Mahr'daga had been there, she would have definitely been disappointed and scolded him for not doing it the right way. \n\nM'hor'daga, though, loved it. She didn't care that his movements would have been considered terrible by her sister. The fact that Mar'gon still had the energy and will to worship her was sending her over the moon.\n\nShe didn't say anything about it, but she didn't need to. Mar'gon had been around S'handagaran dragonesses long enough to know that she was ready for the next part of her dominating her slaves, and wouldn't be is she wasn't getting really turned on.\n\nAnd indeed, after a short while, the next part started: muzzle-runting.\n\nIf what Mar'gon had experienced before was painful, it was nothing compared to this. Unlike Mahr'daga, M'hor'daga didn't care whether a slave's head could fit inside her pussy without breaking it.\n\nShe just did it, and that was that.\n\nHer pussy was wide enough, even wider than Mahr'daga's, but still not wide enough to fit his head, at all. \n\nThe innards pressed so hard on his skull, that they threatened to break it at any moment, as if they too were dominating him. He also felt as if his entire skin was being peeled off, as his scales proved to be no match for the innards and labias of her pussy. \n\nThe movements were also much more brutal and much faster. It was a miracle his head still remained attached to his neck.\n\nHis lungs were on fire. They could breathe the tiniest amount of air before his head was violently shoved back in and were forced to inhale M'hor'daga's scent.\n\nAnd yet... he never whined or complained even once.\n\nHer pheromones were so powerful and so strong, that they were numbing to numb the pain that he felt. This brutal assault felt no more painful that getting raked with her claws or bitten with her teeth.\n\nHis arousal had gotten so intense that the pain didn't prevent him at all from continuing his worshiping. The more he endured, the more he grew to like it. And the more he grew to like it, the more he wanted to worship her.\n\nNo wonder Dar'gon loved to endure getting his face runted so much...\n\nBut unlike Dar'gon, he was pleasing a REAL warrior, an ACTUALLY strong dragoness, an a REAL beauty. She was ten times more beautiful than that ungrateful monster that was Mahr'daga. \n\nIf this real warrior was fucking him, it was because she had deemed him worthy. And he wanted to prove that she had made the right decision.\n\nAnd the fact that she deemed him worthy...\n\nIt was definitive proof that he was better than that runt!\n\nHe could continue to slave away under Mahr'daga. He was pleasing a dragoness worthy of being worshiped, for she showed her dominance with facts, with her body, with her scent, instead of lectures and words...\n\nThis was a dragoness worth submitting to...\n\nAs that realization sunk in, he put even more effort into his licking, despite the fact that every fiber of his head hurt, despite the fact that M'hor'daga was going too fast for him to keep up, and the fact that he couldn't even remember any of Mahr'daga's lessons...\n\nStill, M'hor'daga didn't mind at all. In fact, she loved it and she runted his muzzle with even more ferocity.\n\nFor the first time ever, Mar'gon was finally worshiping a S'handagaran dragoness the right way.\n\nIt was amazing.\n\nIt was amazing that his job was finally getting a little acknowledged. It was amazing not to be reprimanded for not being perfect at worshiping. \n\nIt was amazing that this monster of a dragoness craved nothing more than pure, simple, submission and didn't demand anything else from him and that he could deliver it.\n\nIt was the best feeling in the world.\n\nHowever, he didn't get to revel in it for long, because after a few more brutal runts, M'hor'daga shoved Mar'gon's muzzle so hard inside her pussy that only his horns stopped his head from going further, then roared her pleasure as she came hard on his head.\n\nMar'gon didn't even have time to do react before his face was hit by the full force of M'hor'daga's orgasm.\n\nMar'gon tried to drink the cum, like Dar'gon did, but his jaws hurt too much to work properly. It was also the first time he had been forced to drink a S'handagaran dragoness's cum and so much of it all at once.\n\nHe could only manage to drink a small portion of it, while the rest exploded out of the dragoness's pussy, splattering on the walls, on the floor, but mostly his head, his neck and chest.\n\nHer cum was probably the most amazing thing Mar'gon had ever tasted. Nothing could ever come close to this. Not even coal was as tasty. \n\nNo wonder Dar'gon had become so addicted to this stuff...\n\nHe wanted more, but the stuff was coming in way too fast for him to catch up. It clung to his scales, his skin, his nostrils, his throat. He started coughing and splattering and this caused even more of a mess.\n\nIf Mahr'daga had been here, she would have definitely bitten his head off for this. He had no idea how Dar'gon managed to be so clean...\n\nFortunately, M'hor'daga was too lost in pleasure to care, and she probably wouldn't have cared either way.\n\nAfter all, a real warrior doesn't care about nonsense like being clean when they fucked.\n\nTime passed and M'hor'daga's orgasm continued to last seemingly forever, without losing force. It was like being hit by an endless avalanche, but Mar'gon didn't mind it at all.\n\nHowever, after a short while, he realized that he was starting to run really low on oxygen.\n\nBy that point, M'hor'daga's cum covered his entire head, coating it in a thick, tasty and wonderful-smelling layer that prevented him from breathing at all. It coated his jaws too, seemingly sticking them together and was hindering his throat too.\n\nHe wanted to whine, even a little, but he held it back. Even if he had whined, the dragoness wouldn't have cared one bit. She couldn't care less if he died of asphyxiation.\n\nEither he was gonna survive his first muzzle-runting... or he wasn't. He had to endure. He had to survive, no matter what.\n\nHe would endure it.\n\nIt was so difficult though. The orgasm continued unabated, and the cum seemed to taunt him to drink it, knowing full well that he couldn't as it glued his jaws together and stuck to his scales like glue.\n\nHe couldn't even see anymore. The cum had stuck his eyes shut. Every natural air-way that he had had been clogged with M'hor'daga's cum. \n\nHe couldn't hold out for long, his brain was screaming for oxygen. It threatened to die if it didn't get any soon.\n\nBut he would endure! He would never pass out!\n\nEventually, after a long while, and when he thought that he really couldn't take it anymore, M'hor'daga's orgasm did seem to slow down, and when he did, it came to a quick stop.\n\nHe then took a small breath of relief when his head was removed from her pussy. By that point, Mar'gon's head, neck, and chest was covered with cum so much, that he didn't think it would ever get off, even if he washed it thoroughly.\n\nAnd even if he did manage to wash it off, the smell would definitely remain.\n\nAnd he didn't mind that. He didn't mind it one bit. After all, warriors always liked to mark their catches, so that everybody knew it was theirs...\n\n``GRRRRRRRRRRRRFUCK!'' growled M'hor'daga ``EET WAHSRRR... GRRRRRRR... A LUHNGG.... FRRRRUCKING TIME... GRRRRR...''\n\nHer words were so barely intelligible it seemed it was too difficult for her to even speak or form coherent words.\n\nShe was looking like a wild, powerful, unstoppable beast. A feral monster that couldn't be defeated and couldn't be conquered in any way shape or form. A demon that could conquer the whole world with the barest of efforts, destroy anyone that could stand in her path with a swipe of paws.\n\nShe looked like a goddess of death and destruction. It was the most magnificent sight that Mar'gon had ever seen...\n\n``YUH'RRRRRRRRe... GRRRRR... TH' FIRRRRRRRST... GRRRRR... T' SUHRRRRRRRRRRRV'VERRRR... GRRRRR... MY MUHZZZZL-FUCKING...''\n\nThose words stirred something huge, deep inside Mar'gon. Was it happiness? Yes, but it wasn't just happiness... It felt like... pride...\n\nPride like hadn't felt in a very, VERY, long time. No... pride like he had never felt! And it had come after he had been just muzzle-raped.\n\nHe shouldn't feel so proud of himself... He shouldn't feel like he had achieved the impossible... This shouldn't feel like his biggest accomplishment... \n\nAnd yet he did, and it felt so right.\n\n``LOOK!'' growled M'hor'daga, staring at the cavern ``LOOK... GRRRRR... T' MESS... GRRRR... YUH'V MADDDDGGGGGG...''\n\n``YOU!'' she barked at the other dragons, who hadn't uttered even a meep the entire time ``MAK' YURRRRRRRRRS'LVS... GRRRRR... UHS'FUL... GRRRR...  CLE'N UHP!''\n\nThe dragons immediately got to work and started lapping all the cum that was plastered on the floor and walls.\n\nMar'gon could hear their ecstasy as soon as they started gulping down the stuff. They sounded like they had never eaten it before. And now that they had, they started licking ravenously.\n\nThey weren't alone in feeling this way either. Mar'gon felt himself yearning badly for the dragoness's cum, and as the moments passed it had grown into an extremely painful desire. \n\n``TIRRRRRRRRRRRR'D, SLUHT?'' growled M'hor'daga, her words still barely intelligible...\n\nMar'gon looked at her and shook his head. He needed the dragoness's cum. He needed it so badly!\n\n``GUUUD... GRRRRR... `CUZ WE'RRRRRRRRR J'ST GHTT'N WUHRRRRRRRRRM'D UHP!'' she roared before she shoved his head back inside her pussy and started muzzle-fucking him again.\n\nIt didn't taker her long to build up speed and power either. M'hor'daga had such an amazing stamina compared to weak Mahr'daga. It usually took her a while before she could resume muzzle-fucking...\n\nWHAAACCCK!\n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nMar'gon screamed through M'hor'daga's muzzle at the top of his lungs, as pain like he had never felt before had just exploded in his right thigh.\n\nWHAAACCCK!\n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nPain, pain so unbearable that no living creature could bear, flared up in his left thigh. It was a pain that dwarfed every other pain that he had felt until this point. It felt like pain that shouldn't even exist in this world.\n\nHis body wasn't just the only one suffering, his mind was as well, as if an evil spirit had infiltrated his body and was destroying it from within.\n\nWHAAACCCK!\n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nThen, came the fear. It was true, it was genuine, like he hadn't felt since the first time he had faced the Wretches.\n\nNo, this was somehow even worse...\n\nThat pain, that sound, that strength, the ability to sap his strength by touch alone, to instill such dread into him... there was no doubt about it... It was the Punisher!\n\n``LUT'SSSSSSS SEERRRRRRR... HOW YUH... GRRRRR... HAND'L SUHMMMRRRRRRR... GRRRRRFRRRUCKING PAIN!'' she growled as she whacked him a third time on his rump.\n\nWHAAACCCK!\n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\n``Does it hurrrRRRRRRt... GRRRRR... slut?!'' \n\nMar'gon cried, literally. \n\nHe had never felt so much horrendous pain, both physical and mental. Every strike felt like his body would disintegrate any minute or that he would die from sheer pain.\n\nHe had thought Mahr'daga was just exaggerating when she described how painful the Punisher was, or that the twins were just over-dramatic...\n\nNo. It was every bit as painful as Mahr'daga had described.\n\nHow could the twins handle it, let alone get off to it?!\n\n``GUHHRRRRRRRD!'' M'hor'daga half-growled, half-cackled as she whipped him on his rump again.\n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nNo wonder no dragon could defy a S'handagaran dragoness. How could they when they were so strong and powerful and had a whip so painful and horrible?\n\nNo wonder these dragons were so afraid of M'hor'daga. She must have whipped them with the Punisher every day.\n\n``G'T... GRRRRRRRUSED... GRRRR... T' IT... GRRRR... SRRRRRRRRLUT!'' growled M'hor'daga so deeply that it was impossible to determine what was growl and what was word.\n\nWHAAACCCK!\n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nNo amount of training, endurance tests or battles could ever have prepared Mar'gon for this. There were moments where he wanted to die, just to get the pain to stop.\n\nBut he had to endure it. He had to prove to this strong, brutal and beautiful dragoness that he wasn't weak like the other dragons.\n\nHe had to show her that he wouldn't break, or crumble, no matter how horrendous the pain was.\n\nWHAAACCCK!\n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nHe would endure this, and he would continue worshiping the dragoness, because that was what slaves deemed worthy by real warriors did.\n\nDespite the horrendous pain, he found within the energy to lick her pussy and even give it a few kisses, eliciting loud sounds from the dragoness, between a growl and a roar.\n\nM'hor'daga came very close to cumming again right then and there, but she managed a hold of herself. \n\nShe rewarded him for doing such a good job at worshiping her by runting his muzzle with even more ferocity and whip him with even more brutality.\n\nWHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! \n\n``AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nMar'gon's body no longer worked. It was paralyzed with pain and numbness. Every single muscle seemed to have atrophied, except for his lips and tongue.\n\nIt could only offer the barest of licking and kissing, but that was all that M'hor'daga needed.\n\nWHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! \n\n``AAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nShe was so good... Every single one of her movements when she fucked screamed ``conqueror''. She didn't need perfect worshiping to get herself off. She didn't need everything to be perfect to cum...\n\nShe really was a real warrior, through and through... She really deserved every once of worshiping she could get.\n\nWHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! \n\n``AAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nThe brutal whipping continued unabated, however, as time went on, the blows no longer seemed to hurt as much. Was he about to really pass out from the pain?\n\nNo... that wasn't it...\n\nHe no longer felt such pain because he was growing accustomed to it... Somehow, he had! In fact, he was starting to like it a little...\n\nWHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! \n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nM'hor'daga noticed this, however, so she doubled the rate of whipping and power behind every single one of them.\n\nWHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! \n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nThe pain was killer. No living thing could survive it, and yet not only Mar'gon endured it, but he didn't pass out either. \n\nHe stayed awake the entire time and never paused his worshiping. He didn't even slack on it.\n\nWHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! \n\n``MMMMMHHHHHHPPPPPHHHHHGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nM'hor'daga started whipping him and runting him as if she had completely lost control of herself as she got closer and closer to cumming, but Mar'gon endured it.\n\nWHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK!\n\n``MMHHHPPHHHGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nHe endured everything and continued worshiping her pussy all the time, never wavering, never stopping.\n\nThis proved to be too much for the dragoness. \n\nShe roared so loud that small pebbles fell down from the walls and ceiling as she came right then and there one more time.\n\nThen, she started breathing breathing fire against the floor, melting it in seconds and scorching everything around it.\n\nIt was truly another powerful sight to behold. Mahr'daga's flames couldn't compare to this, at all. She had never managed to cause such destruction in all the time he had spent with her.\n\nJust like her orgasms couldn't compare to this dragoness's. THIS was a how a real warrior cummed: brutal, fierce, unstoppable, explosive, destructive. It carried the power of ten of Mahr'daga's orgasm.\n\nMar'gon, once again, tried to drink all the cum he could. He did better than last time, but still nowhere near good enough. \n\nSoon enough, his head was completely covered in another, thicker, layer of the dragoness's cum. His neck was also completely coated in another layer, and so was most of his chest, and even his front paws.\n\nThey weren't the only parts of his body that were completely stained... \n\nHis cock was leaking so much now that a huge pool of pre-cum had deposited onto the floor and had completely stained his crotch. It was also trying so hard to break free of the chastity belt that it was actually painful.\n\nHowever, no matter how hard it tried, the chastity belt wouldn't budge one bit. Mar'gon's pleasure had peaked and it wouldn't go any farther no matter how much cum he drunk.\n\nThe only thing that didn't stop increasing was the excruciating heat inside his body, which kept getting worse and worse the more cum he drunk.\n\nThis orgasm seemed to last even longer than the first one. M'hor'daga had such an amazing stamina, much more than Mahr'daga.\n\nShe had cummed not that long while ago, and yet she had the strength to produce another powerful orgasm in such a short while. Not only that, she still found the strength to continue whipping him with feral blood-lust.\n\nShe was the most amazing warrior that had ever walked on this planet, and she deserved the best worshiping...\n\nWhen the dragoness was finally finished with her second orgasm, Mar'gon had no feeling left on his rump and his hind legs. His front legs couldn't support his weight anymore, and his neck and tail couldn't fight against the force of gravity anymore.\n\nHis eyelids were completely glued together with the cum, his nostrils were clogged, his skin felt like it was on fire. \n\nHis probably had lost most of his scales and he was also so out of breath that his lungs felt on fire every time he breathed.\n\nHe was now a complete wreck, and yet he didn't feel bad at all. He had done it again. He had endured the most brutal assault a dragon had ever endured. Not even Dar'gon could have managed such a feat.\n\nHowever, his relief was short-lived. The heat in his body had gotten so strong his body physically hurt, much more than before!\n\nIt was a different kind of pain, but no less intense than what he endured with the Punisher, and no less horrendous.\n\nHe needed M'hor'daga's cum... He needed it so badly! He started to desperately lap at the cum stuck on him, but it wasn't enough. He needed more! He even started struggling a little and begging, in the hope that M'hor'daga would give him more of her delicious cum.\n\n``AWWWRRRRRRRRR... GRRRRR...'' growled M'hor'daga ``DO'S T' SLUHT... GRRRRR... SRRRRRRUT... GRRRRR... W'NT M'RRRRRRRRR CUHM?''\n\nMar'gon whined the most submissive, desperate and begging sound he could ever utter, as he struggled against his heat. \n\nIt was a sound that put all the submissive sounds that he had made with Mahr'daga to shame.\n\nM'hor'daga looked at him with a feral grin, satisfied by his answer.\n\n``GUHD...'' was all that she managed to say before she started fucking his muzzle a third time, with even more ferocity.\n\n(...)\n\n``Did you sleep well, slut?'' asked M'hor'daga.\n\nNo. Mar'gon hadn't slept at all that night for three main reasons. \n\nFirst, M'hor'daga had muzzle-runted him no less than twenty times before she was satisfied. Second, his arousal had gotten too intense, burning and unbearable to sleep. Third, because of all the wounds he had endured.\n\nShe had used the Punisher sparingly on him after her second runting, but it was little consolation to him as she decided to replace it with her claws and teeth.\n\nWhen she was done, his body had been more bruises and cuts than scales and skin. His color looked more closely to that blood than that of metallic red. Even his stripes were barely recognizable...\n\nThen, after she was satisfied, she had bound him in stocks, muzzled him again, and left him there to stew in his heat.\n\nAt least she allowed him to drink the cum that was stuck to his scales, and she got the other dragons to finish cleaning him up.\n\nHowever, it had run out too quickly and no matter how much he begged, M'hor'daga wouldn't give him anymore.\n\nAt least, he hadn't been alone in suffering this heat. The other dragons seemed to have fared even worse than he did...\n\nNow that he had stewed on it the whole night, and that the heat in his body had become much more bearable, the familiar feeling of anger and rage were resurfacing.\n\nHe felt angry not just at M'hor'daga, for beating him and raping him. But he was mostly angry at himself for not fighting hard enough, for succumbing to her.\n\nHowever, his body had no regrets whatsoever. It had loved it, it had loved it so much. It would gladly submit again, given the chance to go back in time. It wouldn't listen to a single thing his mind had to say.\n\nNo matter how much his mind wished to forget, his body made it remember every single moment in every excruciating and hot detail. 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Don't worry, I got just the thing for you...''\n\nMar'gon wanted to shoot her a withering look, but before he could do that, the dragoness stuffed a mask with a tube attached to it on top of his head.\n\nMar'gon realized immediately what it was, and what M'hor'daga was about to do, and that brought him no consolation at all.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\nThe moment M'hor'daga's concentrated pheromones hit his nostrils, he felt like he had been hit with ten amazing-smelling boulders rolling down a slope and then falling off a cliff.\n\nIt was so amazing, and yet so overwhelming! His brain couldn't process such an amazing and concentrated scent. His body though did, and was eternally grateful. So grateful in fact, that it wanted more and more.\n\n``See? Aren't I generous?'' she purred ``I always reward a good slave... like you...''\n\nThe moment he heard those words ``good slave'', Mar'gon felt his body going over the moon. 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All it takes is one little fuck from this slut, and it's back to special training for you!''\n\nEvery body gasped, and so did Mar'gon. Was this dragoness going to punish every single one of them, for his mistakes?!\n\nEven the pheromones couldn't dampen his mounting rage now. \n\n``And remember: even if, by the grace of S'aphur'daraga, you stop being so fucking useless, and I stop being so pissed off at you every time I look at you, remember that you'll always be worthless pieces of trash, and no fucking S'handagaran dragoness worth her salt would take your pathetic rumps, not even the S'hur'dayan army would take you as army whores!''\n\nDespite the pheromones, despite the heat in his body, hearing those words made Mar'gon's blood boil.\n\nThose poor things!\n\nThey had done nothing wrong! 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You wished you could handle pain as well as HIM...''\n\nMar'gon tried to keep hold of his hatred for the dragoness, but with every word of praise coming out of her mouth, he felt his arousal surging, making the turmoil inside him even worse.\n\nHis body loved it when that monster praised him, and in front of others too. He always loved it when it happened...\n\nBut his mind hated how she was torturing these poor innocent dragons, just for the crime of not meeting her impossible standards. He always hated when he saw that happen...\n\n``Unlike YOU... THIS slave here actually has a chance of being sold to a REAL S'handagaran dragoness. A REAL dragoness that KNOWS how to treat their slaves and how to handle them...'' she raked his rump one more time to emphasize her point.\n\n``See? He doesn't cry like a fucking loser every time he gets touched or handled roughly''\n\nThe more the dragoness talked, the more pride and arousal swelled inside Mar'gon, and the more his anger grew. 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This time he wouldn't fail!\n\nHis decision must have shown on his face, because M'hor'daga got so close to him that he could smell her breath, already so thick with pheromones.\n\n``Are you gonna become worthless, like those pieces of shit?'' challenged M'hor'daga.\n\nMar'gon growled, before he could even process what he was doing.\n\n``Are you gonna be good for me?''\n\nMar'gon growled even louder.\n\n``Are you gonna be a good slave?!''\n\nMar'gon growled so loud, that the mask could barely muffle it.\n\n``Are you gonna be a good slave for me?!''\n\nMar'gon growled so loud that he almost roared through the mask.\n\nTO BE CONTINUED\n\n  PAGE  1 \n\n"
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  "writing": "CHAPTER 6\n\nWARRIOR\n\nMar'gon didn't know if it was because Mahr'daga's pheromones were starting to lose their hold on him due to her no longer being around, or if it was because this new dragoness's pheromones were countering its effects...\n\nFact was, it was the first time since getting captured that he felt something that wasn't overwhelming desire to submit, or blind lust, but that brought him no consolation at all.\n\nHe felt ashamed, heart-broken and devastated...\n\nHe had tried! He had tried really hard! \n\nIt wasn't his fault that he had never been one to submit! It was all new to him! He had tried his absolute best to please that fucking dragoness! He had even tried to REALLY like it! \n\nBut it hadn't been enough...\n\nNo matter how hard he had tried, it was never good enough! There was always some fatal flaw in what he did, some careless error in his worshiping! And when he did everything Mahr'daga had asked of him, and followed her instructions to the letter, she complained that there was no passion behind it!\n\nHe had done everything Dar'gon did too, down to every last fucking lick and kiss! And yet he got lauded, while he got berated!\n\nIt wasn't fair!\n\n``Mmmmm...'' \n\nHis moping was interrupted by the sound of the new dragoness, called M'hor'daga, pondering her shackled captive. She circled around him like a flying predator before she went for the killing strike.\n\nMar'gon should have felt terrified, like the rest of the captives, for being in such a vulnerable position, at the mercy of such a cruel and sadistic dragoness, but he didn't. \n\nIn fact, he felt empty inside.\n\nHe had been thrown away, like a broken toy, like a failure. Mar'gon, who bragged about never failing at what he did, who had never known the taste of personal failure... had failed, miserably.\n\nIt wasn't through any fault of his own, but that didn't make the pill any easier to swallow. In fact, because he had never failed before, and because he had been beaten by Dar'gon, of all dragons, it made it all the more bitter.\n\nDar'gon...\n\nJust thinking about him stirred anger inside him. What had that useless runt done to make that dragoness like him so fucking much?!\n\nHe wasn't tall! He wasn't strong! He wasn't handsome! He wasn't a warrior like him! If it wasn't for Mar'gon, he would have become Wretch food a long time ago!\n\nHe was a lucky bastard. That was it, just a lucky bastard. Always making it out somehow, through no merit of his, or getting what he didn't deserve...\n\nEven getting kicked out of the Lava Wyrms turned out to be good for him. He probably had it planned all along the scumbag!\n\nWait... what was he thinking?! Dar'gon was his best friend! He couldn't think of him like that! There was no way he did what he did on purpose! He was a good soul!\n\nAnd yet...\n\n``This is a first...'' M'hor'daga kept pondering ``This is probably the first time my useless sister has rejected one of her catches. She never rejects anything she gets her weak claws on. You must have really fucked up for her to get to that point...''\n\nNo! He hadn't!\n\nHe hadn't fucked anything up! He had done everything that fucking dragoness had asked him to do and then some! She was impossible to please! She had impossible standards!\n\nEven Dar'gon couldn't meet her standards either, she was probably trying to find ways to convince herself that Dar'gon wasn't the useless runt he was!\n\nHeck, he was sure that none of those useless twins could meet her standards either! What was wrong with them anyway?! What kind of sick dragon would get off from pain like they did?! They had probably been sentenced to death in their tribe, whatever it was, for being degen-!\n\nWait, what was he thinking?! He had never been this petty and resentful! He was a warrior, not a loser! How could he blame dragons who had been kidnapped and forced into slavery?! They were probably brainwashing into liking it because they were just trying to survive... \n\nWhat was wrong with him?!\n\n``Or maybe she's just losing whatever little of her touch she had left. I really don't see what she saw in you...''\n\nMar'gon didn't know why, but every time that dragoness opened her mouth, he felt as if every single word she said opened huge gashes in his soul. However, his inner wounds, instead of being left wide open and void, filled with simmering anger.\n\nAnger at the dragoness, for insulting him, anger at Dar'gon and at the twins for making him look bad, anger at Mahr'daga for treating him so badly and then rejecting him, anger at himself for trying to please her in the first place...\n\n``HE DEFEATED TWO WRETCHES BY HIMSELF!'' said M'hor'daga, mimicking Mahr'daga's voice ``Not with this scrawny body you didn't!''\n\nShe then raked at his rump with her claws making him cry in pain.\n\n``Pathetic... No way she was telling the truth. And even if she was... you probably just lucked out... didn't ya?''\n\nNo, he didn't!\n\nHe really did kill two Wretches by himself! They weren't fully-grown, true, but still! Even not-fully-grown wretches were as dangerous as the fully-grown ones. The best the vast majority of dragons could kill, by themselves, at a time, was one!\n\nNot only that, he had also saved the chieftain from certain death by killing those wretches!\n\nHe was an amazing warrior, by all means and purposes! How dare this monster look down upon him?! How dare she belittle him and his accomplishments?!\n\n``Well, whatever the case, I'll let you in on a little secret, runt...'' she hissed, getting so close to Mar'gon, that he could smell her breath.\n\nIt smelled as feminine as Mahr'daga's, but it was so much stronger, much more powerful than Mahr'daga's, and his body was liking it a whole lot better.\n\nMar'gon did everything he could to get a hold of himself, but it was as if his body was starting to get a mind of his own...\n\n``That slave over there...'' she gestured towards one of the other captive dragons, the one with the bent and broken wings ``killed three.''\n\nMar'gon looked at the dragon with wide eyes. Three?! Impossible. It couldn't be. She had to be lying!\n\n``He was such a strong warrior...'' she continued ``And now look at him! Nothing more than a broken useless toy...'' she finished, her words laced with contempt and disgust.\n\nThe dragon didn't even look at him. He was far bigger and stronger and Mar'gon and yet he truly looked like a broken dragon, a broken and empty shell devoid of soul, as if it had been sucked out of him...\n\nIf such a strong warrior couldn't survive this dragoness, what chances had HE got...?\n\nNo! He couldn't end up like him! He wouldn't end up like him! He wouldn't succumb to this monster! \n\n``In fact, I bet that every single of one of these useless lumps of meat was a better warrior than you, judging from their builds alone...''\n\nMar'gon barely restrained himself from growling.\n\nHe didn't care that every single one of those dragons looked bigger and stronger than Mar'gon or if they had been better warriors than him! He still was batter than them because he wouldn't end up like them!\n\nHe also didn't understand why his body was craving more of M'hor'daga's scent and wouldn't shut up about it!\n\n``Hmph. You're not even handsome or cute, even for a wild dragon...'' said M'hor'daga, circling so close to him that Mar'gon could smell her scent only too well. His body was craving it, it believed it was the most wonderful scent ever, but his mind tried as hard as it could to reject it.\n\nHe had never felt this way. His mind and body had always been one and the same, but now... It felt as if they were waging war against each other...\n\n``And I'm betting even your flame is nothing exceptional, isn't it?''\n\nMar'gon shot her a withering look and almost growled.\n\nSo fucking what?! Mar'gon was still a great warrior! He had been much better than dragons who were bigger, taller, more muscled, or had more powerful flames!\n\nHeck! He had seen big and strong dragon crumble under the pressure, or stress, or loss. He had seen many dragons who were great with great fire-breathing abilities sucking badly at melee combat!\n\n``And... I'm betting...'' hissed the dragoness ``That you're particularly endowed down there either?''\n\nThis time, Mar'gon did growl.\n\nHe knew he was being foolish, but he didn't care. He knew he had made a big mistake but he didn't care one bit.\n\nSomething about this dragoness was making him losing his cool so bad, and the worst part was that he didn't regret it at all.\n\nM'hor'daga stopped pacing and pinned him under her cruel stare. For a moment, Mar'gon thought she would strike. However, instead of doing that, she smiled a little, as if she had been pleasantly surprised by his response\n\n``Well, well... you DO have some spunk left in you, runt! My useless sister must have been too stupid to suck it out of you... or too lazy...''\n\nYeah... she was right... Mahr'daga was lazy as fuck. She spent more day getting worshiped, pampered and bathing instead of working on-\n\nWait... what was he thinking?! Why was he agreeing with this monster?!\n\n``But don't worry... I won't make the same mistake...''\n\nSuddenly he felt something sharp slice across his flank, right under his bound left wing. He screamed at the top of his lungs through the muzzle as pain, like he had never felt before, exploded in his body.\n\nThe dragoness had just cut him. No, she had actually sliced open his body and tore a horrible gash. His scales had been cut up like they weren't there and he was already oozing blood copiously.\n\nNot even the Wretches tore through dragon scales with such ease...\n\nHis entire chest felt as if it was on fire, his legs were starting to go numb, and he saw stars. He couldn't even breathe for a few more horrifying moments. However, he did manage not to fall... barely.\n\n``Hmph'' M'hor'daga said, as if surviving a horrendous cut like that was something to scoff at.\n\n``You see...'' she continued ``the fatal flaw in my useless sister is that she refuses to understand that breaking slaves with force and violence is a lot more effective, efficient and easier than wasting your time trying to train them. It's also much more fun...''\n\nTo further accentuate her point, she cut Mar'gon on his other flank. He almost fell down on his front paws, only barely managing to stop the fall. However he remained there, half-crouched, as his body hurt too much for him to do anything else.\n\n``Our catches won't become our slaves, like 9 times out of 10, so what's the fucking point?''\n\nShe then sliced his neck and this time, Mar'gon did fall down, barely hanging onto consciousness and gasping for breath.\n\nHe hated to admit it, but that appendage on her tail was the most impressive weapon he had ever seen. He had never known something in this world could have inflicted so much damage and inflict so much pain, in such a short while...\n\n``Bah!'' scoffed M'hor'daga ``Your pain resistance is pathetic. That bitch over there...'' she nodded towards another one of her captives ``took almost five hits before he fell down''\n\nThose words filled Mar'gon with even more hatred and desire to challenge her. Despite the enormous pain and the vehement protests of his body, after what felt like and endless struggle, he got up again, looking defiant.\n\nHis body was screaming to submit, but he refused to listen to it.\n\nM'hor'daga didn't look impressed in the slightest. \n\n``You know... maybe I've made a mistake. Maybe I shouldn't have taken my sister offer. There's nothing noteworthy about you. You're boring, forgettable, mediocre... And your attitude is horrible. You're not even worth the effort of breaking in.''\n\nMar'gon growled once again, louder. He had completely lost control of his temper, and he couldn't, wouldn't get a hold of himself. This dragoness was pushing every single one of his buttons, including buttons that he never knew he had.\n\n``Even if I did go through the effort of breaking you, what would I be left with? A useless slave with a horrible attitude that would barely pass as an army whore. That is if you manage not to get yourself killed before that..''\n\nMar'gon growled really loudly this time, soliciting shocked and afraid moans and whines from the other captives. M'hor'daga though didn't flinch one bit.\n\n``The slave that I had before was just as useless as you are, but at least he knew when to keep his trap shut!''\n\nThat did it.\n\nHe tried to hit M'hor'daga. However, she easily dodged the hit and then clawed at his muzzle, barely missing his eye.\n\nHe was thrown away and only the chain prevented him from being flung any farther. He then fell down on the floor again. The wound stung, not as much as when she cut him with her appendage, but it still stung really badly. His eyes wouldn't open from the pain and his ears were ringing.\n\nBefore he even had the time to process what had happened, M'ho'rdaga grabbed his head with her paws and lifted him effortlessly, as if he didn't weight at all.\n\nWhen Mar'gon could finally find the strength to open his eyes, he saw M'hor'daga staring at him and the other dragons looking at him with horror.\n\nShe was smiling.\n\n``Well, well... Feeling brave, aren't we?'' M'hor'daga said after a while, sadism lacing every single one of her words ``Wanna play rough?'' \n\nShe got so close to Mar'gon that her lips were barely one inch away from him. Her scent had gotten even stronger and made his body scream with delight and beg to be ravaged by her-\n\nNo!\n\nHe wouldn't submit! He wasn't a weakling, like Dar'gon. He wouldn't give in, even if it cost him his life...\n\n``Then let's play a little game, you and I...'' whispered M'hor'daga, her tone as hard and as deadly as her teeth ``If you can run away from me... I'll let you go. If I catch you... I'll kill you''\n\nThe captive dragons gasped in horror. Mar'gon on the other hand couldn't believe his ears. He couldn't have heard right... \n\nLet him go? THIS evil dragoness? She had to be joking! But she didn't look like the dragoness that liked to joke about...\n\nShe had to be lying!\n\n``Oh, you think I'm lying...? That's cute...''\n\nAs soon as she said it, she conjured dark forces, looking exactly the same as those conjured by Mahr'daga, which undid the chain shackling his collar to a ring in the floor.\n\n``In fact... I'm feeling generous. I'll give you a huge head start. You go and I'll start hunting you next morning''\n\nIf this dragoness was lying, she sure was doing a terrible job at it. And yet Mar'gon didn't buy her words for a second.\n\nHe was missing something! He just knew it!\n\n``Go on then!'' she said, nodding towards the exit to the cave ``Get outta here!''\n\nMar'gon looked at it. For a moment, he thought about actually running away, but then he realized that he was too wounded to be able to go far.\n\nMoreover, there was the problem of the bondage gear. There was no way he could walk very far with all the bondage gear and she shackles he was wearing, plus his encased wings...\n\nHe would have to get rid of it, but only a S'handagaran dragoness could remove it. Only they could conjure the dexterous dark magic that allowed them to manipulate objects with such precision. \n\nThey were also impervious to a normal dragon's fire breath, so melting them was out of the question.\n\n``Well? What are you waiting for? Get out!'' said M'hor'daga, with a little more force.\n\nMar'gon though didn't move. There was no way he could run away, especially with no way of removing his bondage gear. He would be found and caught almost immediately. And then he would be killed.\n\n``Are you deaf or what?! I said GET OUT!'' barked M'hor'daga.\n\nMar'gon once again remained rooted to his spot, his brain scrambling to figure out what to do.\n\nEven if he could get rid of his gear, he was in enemy territory, and he had no idea where to go, or how to go back to his tribe. If this dragoness wouldn't kill him, then others would, or the pain, or hunger or thirst...\n\nThe dragons meanwhile were watching the scene looked downright terrified, as if they were the ones who had to run away.\n\n``This is your final warning, bitch!'' growled M'hor'daga ``GET OUT or I'll kill you right here, right now and it's gonna be FUCKING painful!''\n\nOnly then did Mar'gon started to turn around, and started making the first steps towards the exit.\n\n``Good luck!'' said M'hor'daga, her tone back to normal ``And don't make it too easy for me to catch you...''\n\nMar'gon stopped suddenly. It finally clicked! She was making him play a losing game that he had no chance of winning! Just for her fucking amusement!\n\nSuddenly rage filled his vision.\n\n``What's wrong?'' barked M'hor'daga ``Do you need directions? Move!''\n\nHe would never give this monster the satisfaction of killing him on her terms. If he had to die, he would die like a warrior! Fighting!\n\nHe may suffer an atrocious and painful death. Definitely an inglorious one, but at least he would see his parents again...\n\nHe quickly turned back around, sprinted towards M'hor'daga, and tried to headbutt her again, this time giving it everything he had!\n\nHowever, his bondage gear slowed his movements down too much. M'hor'daga easily blocked his attack by grabbing his horns with her front paws. Then she slammed his head down onto the ground before he could even process what had happened.\n\nThe impact was so violent that Mar'gon could have sworn he had felt his skull crack in several points and almost blacked out right then and there.\n\nHis jaws didn't work, his eyelids felt heavy as boulders, and his head was about to burst. His nose still worked though, and he could smell all too well the amazing scent emanated from M'hor'daga's paws getting stronger and stronger with every passing moment.\n\nFor a moment, he could only hear his body begging him to give up, to surrender, and beg for mercy. He thought about doing that, but then his brain started functioning again.\n\nHe couldn't submit! It was pointless! She would kill him anyway! He had to fight! \n\nHe knew it was hopeless, for not even thirty dragons could match the power of a S'handagaran dragoness... but he was a warrior and warriors never gave up!\n\nHe struggled against the paws pinning his head down. His attempts were weak at first, but as the moments passed they grew stronger and stronger. He started emitting loud growls of defiance too.\n\nHowever, the impact must have broken something within him as well, for, as he struggled harder and harder, his body's screams of submission started getting so loud and strong that they actually showed on him, in the way of him leaking through his chastity belt.\n\nThis didn't go unnoticed by M'hor'daga. Instead of ending his life right then and there, she started putting horrendous pressure on his skull.\n\n``Give up bitch...'' she growled ``It's over...''\n\nHer tone was daggers and venom, but her body betrayed her true emotions as her arousal had grown so much that she had started leaking herself. \n\nMar'gon responded to her words by struggling harder, and leaking a little bit more through the chastity belt.\n\nWhy was his body betraying him so badly?!\n\n``Give up'' growled M'hor'daga in a deadlier tone.\n\nMar'gon refused. He continued the struggle, he even tried to hit her with his encased wings. M'hor'daga in response put even more pressure on his skull. \n\nMar'gon felt like his pain was being slowly crushed by a mountain and he almost passed out from the pain again.\n\nBut he wouldn't give!\n\n``GIVE UP!'' roared M'hor'daga.\n\n``NNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHH....'' screamed Mar'gon, with all the strength he had left.\n\nFor a moment, everything stopped. Mar'gon thought this would really be the end, the moment when M'hor'daga would kill him. \n\nInstead, the pressure from his skull lifted off suddenly.\n\nHe chanced a peek at M'hor'daga. She was staring at him with a big grin on her face. He immediately tried to get up, even though he was still too weak to stand upright. M'hor'daga didn't even try to stop him.\n\n``Hehehe... and here I thought that this would be boring...'' she purred ``Maybe my sister wasn't bullshitting me for once...''\n\nMar'gon had barely managed to get up after a long struggle when M'hor'daga stabbed him again.\n\nNo. It wasn't a stab... It didn't hurt at all. It didn't feel like M'hor'daga's appendage either... It was more like light prick.\n\nHe blinked once and then he saw what seemed like a huge syringe floating in mid-air, held aloft by M'hor'daga's dark magic.\n\nHe suddenly felt the floor drop from beneath him. Had she injected him with poison?\n\nThen, he suddenly felt energy coursing through him. Suddenly, he no longer felt tired or hurt. In fact, he now had enough energy to go to battle.\n\nShe hadn't poisoned him. She had injected him with some kind of stimulant!\n\n``Change of plans, bitch!'' purred M'hor'daga ``We'll play a different game you and I...''\n\nMar'gon glowered at her.\n\n(...)\n\n``Get up!'' barked M'hor'daga.\n\nMar'gon looked at her defiantly as he, not without difficulty, got up, or at least as defiantly as he could given his state.\n\nEven though he had just gotten another dose of stimulant, every fiber of his body was on fire. Every breath was pure torture. Every movement felt like an impossible feat. He had no feeling left in any of his paws. His head was a throbbing mess. Even something as simple as standing up was nothing short of excruciating torture.\n\nThere were many scales, pieces of scales, halves of scales scattered around him, among little pools of blood. His exposed skin was battered, bruised and cut up. Some parts of him were so bloody that he couldn't distinguish scale from blood.\n\nHis body was also full of M'hor'daga's poison, which, unlike Mahr'daga's poison, amplified the pain he felt and sapped his strength. It had taken two injections of stimulants just to keep him going...\n\nMar'gon couldn't remember the last time he had taken such a beating. In fact, he probably had never been beaten this badly, not even when he had been a tiny hatch-ling during training with his merciless instructor.\n\nM'hor'daga meanwhile hadn't even broken a sweat. He hadn't managed to so much as touch her! She moved with speed, precision, strength. She never wasted a moment or let a chance escape her.\n\nHe hated to admit it, but she moved like a killing machine, like a real fighter. She moved like HE wished he could in his wildest dreams...\n\nThat blasted, feral grin on her muzzle that she wore since the battle had started had never wavered, in fact it seemed to get wider and wider as time went on.\n\nShe wasn't getting the least bit frustrated or angry that Mar'gon was refusing to give up and dragging on the fight. In fact, she was loving this. She was loving every moment of it!\n\nHer scent had also gotten so intoxicating that Mar'gon had to try not to get too close to her. He had a feeling that if he inhaled her scent from too close, he couldn't contain his body's desire anymore and would submit immediately. \n\nHe could even see several drops of juices falling from her pussy, that was how much she was turned on!\n\n``Still standing bitch?'' taunted M'hor'daga.\n\nMar'gon growled in response.\n\n``Two doses of stimulant, and you're still standing...'' she purred ``Good dragon...''\n\nMar'gon just glowered.\n\nThroughout the entire fight, M'hor'daga had done nothing but taunt him and make fun of him... and now she was ACTUALLY complimenting him?\n\nShe was definitely trying to offset him! \n\nOr was she...? \n\nWait, what was he thinking?! Of course she was trying to offset him! But why? She had the upper hand, always had! She had no need to do it.\n\nWhy was she doing this?\n\nHis body knew the answer to that question, but his mind was rejecting it with all its might.\n\n``You've lasted longer than all of those pieces of shit combined!'' she said nodding briefly to the cowering dragons, who were watching the fight enraptured. \n\n``In fact'' she added ``you're by far the longest-lasting slave I've ever laid my claws on...'' she purred, louder still ``You're such a good little slave...''\n\nMar'gon kept glowering. He wanted to growl in response, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. \n\nHe desperately wanted not to believe her. He desperately wanted her to be lying. He was desperately looking for clues that told him she wasn't being sincere, but he couldn't find any.\n\nHe hated to admit it... but she was being sincere.\n\nWhy?\n\nWhy was this monster... this monster of a dragoness... why was she genuinely complimenting him?\n\nHe knew the answer to that question, but he just couldn't accept it: she respected him. Really.\n\nShe was the first creature that Mar'gon had ever met that actually respected him and it was a monster that had enslaved him! \n\nNo one had ever done that until now, not even the chieftain of his tribe when he saved his life...\n\nAnd the fact that she was such a great, strong fighter, only made the realization hit even harder.\n\nShe had unwittingly, or maybe wittingly, tore open the floodgate that was his emotions, emotions that he had kept bottled up for so long...\n\nHe tried to stop it, but the emotions kept flowing and flowing and they were starting to show on his muzzle.\n\n``Feeling proud, aren't ya?''\n\nMar'gon didn't answer. He kept glowering, but it mustn't have hidden his emotions too well because M'hor'daga purred:\n\n``Silence is just another form of assent...''\n\nMar'gon shook his head, as a last-ditch effort to get a hold of himself, but the emotions wouldn't stop. They were overriding and weakening his hatred for the dragoness.\n\nHe wanted to hate her. He wanted to hate her so badly!\n\nBut he couldn't. Right then... he couldn't.\n\nHis body was screaming with delight, screaming with happiness at having been acknowledged. It was also showing how much it loved those compliments, by making him leak through his chastity belt...\n\nWhy? Why was she messing with him so badly?! All she did was saying a few words! Why was he crumbling?!\n\n``Are you having fun?'' \n\nMar'gon couldn't even muster the strength to glower anymore. What was wrong with him?!\n\n``So am I, runt... GRRRRR... So am I...'' she purred ``GRRR... This is the first FUCKING time I've ever had so much fun breaking in a slave! GRRR...'' she said, growling already from sheer pleasure. \n\nShe advanced closer and closer, leaving a visible trail of juices behind her. Mar'gon looked at her as if hypnotized. She moved like a killer, with the elegance and pose of a beautiful female.\n\n``You know... GRRR... what I like about you... GRRRR...? Even more than... GRRR... your stubbornness... GRRRR... and your determination...?''\n\nIt seemed that with every word she spoke, her scent got much, much stronger by a factor of a thousand!\n\nMar'gon only then realized that she was backing him into a corner and that he was allowing himself to be cornered.\n\nThat scent was hindering his ability to think!\n\n``The fact that... GRRRRR... you like it when I compliment you... GRRRR... on your skills...''\n\nMar'gon gulped. She had seen him right through, despite his efforts. He couldn't even try to deny it. His body was giving everything away.\n\n``I like it... GRRRR... I REALLY like that in a slave...''\n\nM'hor'daga was completely overcome by her arousal. She had even dropped her guard.\n\nMaybe...\n\nBefore he could do anything, though, she grabbed his chin with one of her paws. She didn't even sink her claws into him. She thought she had him beat so badly, that she didn't even need to fight anymore.\n\nMar'gon's mind scrambled to think of a way to fight back, but it was so difficult to think with the dragoness so close and her overwhelming scent. His body seemed to be paralyzed by her pheromones.\n\n``You'RRRRRe a real waRRRRrrrior...'' she purred.\n\nHer scent was so amazing, so powerful that Mar'gon almost felt like passing out from sheer pleasure.\n\nWait...\n\n``It's such a shame... GRRRRR... that I have to KILL YOU!'' she roared, before slamming his head down on the floor and bringing down her tail on it with a loud THUMP.\n\nAs the dust settled, nothing moved. M'ho'rdaga just stood there, panting, the other dragons were watching with horror, Mar'gon... just lied on the floor, unmoving.\n\nThe moments passed, and Mar'gon still didn't move.\n\n``GRRRR... get up!'' barked M'hor'daga ``GET UP!''\n\nMar'gon didn't move. He didn't even breathe. The only thing that moved was the blood trickling from his head. The other dragons gasped in horror, their worst suspicions confirmed.\n\n``FUCKING GET UP!'' roared M'hor'daga, but once again Mar'gon's body didn't even twitch.\n\n``FUCK!'' screamed M'hor'daga as the truth of what she had done hit her ``I overdid it again! GRRRRRRRR... FUUUUUUUUUCK! Stupid fucking slave!''\n\nShe swiped her tail in frustration and hit the wall so hard that a section of it came off, and almost hit one of the other dragons.\n\n``GRRRRR....WHY?! FUCKING WHY?! Every FUCKING TIME!'' she continued, spitting flames against the wall ``EVERY FUCKING TIME they die when things start getting GOOD! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR...''\n\nShe continued swiping her tail, spitting fire and curses at the walls and ceiling and even a couple of inches from the other slaves, making them scream in terror.\n\nIt took her a long while to calm down. When she did, the cave looked like a battlefield.\n\n``I really hoped...'' she whispered to herself ``For once... Bah! Nevermind! Let's get rid of this waste of meat before my useless sister finds out about this...''\n\nShe grabbed his head with one of her paws and-\n\nWHACK!\n\nThe sound reverberated throughout the cavern as if an explosion had just taken place.\n\nM'hor'daga recoiled as if stung. A collective gasp escaped the bound muzzles of every single captive dragon as they took in the scene.\n\nMar'gon was alive! And he looked incredibly smug.\n\nIt worked!\n\nHe only managed to land a light tap, but it might as well had been a full blown blast of dragon fire for the shock it had caused.\n\nHe had done it! He had landed a hit! He had finally hit a S'handagaran dragoness! And not just any s'handagaran dragoness! One of the worst of them! No one had ever managed something like that! \n\nHe felt amazing! This felt even better than when he had killed Wretches!\n\nM'hor'daga may kill him for this, but he didn't care! It had been worth it! It had been SO worth it!\n\nFor several long moments, everything stopped, as if frozen in time. Even the air seemed to be too shocked by the scene that had just unfolded to move. The only sound that could be heard was Mar'gon's heavy panting and breathing.\n\nM'hor'daga held her left cheek with her left fore-paw, staring at the ground as if she couldn't believe what had just happened.\n\n``He.. he... he...''\n\nWhatever joy and pride Mar'gon felt evaporated as quickly as it had come, and... for the first time in a long time... he felt a tinge of fear.\n\n``hahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!''\n\nThat laughter was so evil that it shouldn't even exist in this world. Not even the sickest dragons, in his darkest nightmares, could conjure a sound so monstrous and so terrifying at the same time.\n\n``HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!''\n\nM'hor'daga continued laughing his evil and monstrous laughter, showing no sign of stopping, looking even scarier than usual as she did.\n\nMar'gon remained rooted on the post, despite his mounting fear, while the other dragons had scampered so far away and were now huddled onto the far corner of the wall like scared hatch-lings.\n\n``GGGGGGGRRRRRRHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARARARARAHAHAHAHAHAHARARARAHA!!!''\n\nEvery second that passed, her laughter seemed to grow louder and growling sounds mixed in with it, making it even more terrifying.\n\nHer scent had gotten so intoxicating that Mar'gon could only just barely contain the screaming needs and feelings of his body, despite getting as far away from her as he could. \n\n``HAHARArarahaaaa... You... GRRRRR...'' M'hor'daga finally growled, amid fits of manic giggles ``my sisterRRRrrrr... GRRRR... was WRRRRRRONG about you... GRRRRR...''\n\n*PLOP\n\nThat sound reverberated through the cavern like a thunder. M'hor'daga was leaking so badly that huge drops of juices were falling down on the floor, no longer trickling down from her legs. \n\n*PLOP *PLOP\n\nShe was also salivating like crazy and had a manic look in her eyes that Mar'gon had never seen in a living thing before. Not even the Wretches during the peak of their blood-lust looked as manic as this.\n\n``You'RRRRRRRRRRH NOT... GRRRRRR... a good FIT forRRRRRMERRRR... GRRRRR...''\n\nShe had even started slurring her words. It was even worse than Mahr'daga, and she also screamed some of the words, as if she could barely hold herself together.\n\n``You'rRRRRRRE PERRRRRRRRRRFECT!'' she roared and before Mar'gon could register what she had just told him, she struck with unnatural speed, pinning him to the ground.\n\nBefore Mar'gon could even think of struggling, she opened her jaws wide and bit his neck, right below his jawline.\n\nIt was the dreaded ``Bite of death''. Once a dragon was trapped in the ``Bite of Death'' they couldn't defend themselves or break free. \n\nOne little twist and his life would be over. There was nothing left for him but to either submit or die.\n\nHe could already M'hor'daga's poison coursing through his veins, amplifying his pain tenfold.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nHis body was screaming at him to surrender at the top of its lungs. It was screaming so loudly that his mind couldn't shut it off at all.\n\nBut he couldn't! He would never submit! He had to figh-\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nAs if reading his emotions, M'hor'daga bit down on his neck harder and then clawed at it too, tearing off skin and scale.\n\nThe pain was unbearable. He could barely lift a paw. She was so strong, so big, so powerful. And she smelled so good!\n\nMar'gon, for the first time since fighting the Wretches for the first time, felt truly afraid. He felt panic coursing through him, amplifying his pain and his internal screaming even more.\n\nHis mind was awash with fear and panic. He couldn't focus. He couldn't think. What could he do?!\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nAs if the dragoness was sensing his fear, she bit down so hard that she cut off his air supply.\n\nInstincts too over. He struggled desperately to break himself free of the Bite of Death. But all that achieved was making the dragoness bite down even harder on his neck and claw at it even more.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nThe more she bit and clawed, and the more he struggled, the more turned on she was. He could smell it only too well.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nPart of him wanted to stop fighting, just to stop her from getting excited, but he couldn't. Panic wouldn't let him.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nHis struggles were growing weaker and weaker. Even his internal screaming was starting to grow fainter.\n\nThe dragoness showed no sign of relenting. In fact, she went at it even further, but the pain was starting to grow a bit weaker.\n\nWas that it? Was that the end?\n\nNo. It wasn't.\n\nOnce again, as if sensing he was about to pass out. M'hor'daga lifted the pressure on his neck, but only enough to allow a small bit of air through his lungs.\n\nHowever, before Mar'gon could breathe or even utter a single sound, she blew a cloud of pheromones through her nostrils. \n\nIt caught him completely unprepared and, air-starved as he was, he inhaled the entire thing. \n\nMar'gon felt his entire body explode with joy. It was the most amazing scent that he had ever felt, much better than Mahr'daga: sweet, feminine, strong, powerful, spicy, overwhelming... it had everything.\n\nNot only that, he felt his entire body felt energized by it, as if it had just been injected with another dose of stimulant.\n\nNo... This was much more powerful. It felt as if his body had taken three or four doses of stimulant.\n\nHis mind tried to reject it, but it was completely useless. His body craved, screamed that it wanted more of it. It wanted it so bad that it was trying to shut off the protests of his mind, and since it had been energized so much, it was succeeding!\n\nMar'gon tried desperately to fight not only against M'hor'daga's Bite of Death, but against the assault on his mind.\n\nAfter just a few moments though, the dragoness blew another cloud of pheromones on his head.\n\nMar'gon tried to hold his breath, but his body refused to obey him. He inhaled the entire thing once again.\n\nHis body craved nothing more than to submit, to be taken, to be conquered, to be broken, to be destroyed by this terrifying, strong, beautiful dragoness.\n\nIts needs were so powerful that they demolished his mental barriers, cutting through them like they were made of paper and conquering every inch of his brain.\n\nHis mind was breaking down and there was no amount of struggling against it that could stop the flood of submission.\n\nHe could only struggle desperately against the Bite of Death, but only because panic and fear were still strong in his mind... but for how long?\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nHe didn't get to wonder on that question, because M'hor'daga bit his neck harshly once more, cutting off his air and then clawed at his neck once more.\n\nHe started struggling desperately again, but this time he struggled with so much force, like a prey struggling against the claws and jaws of a predator, fighting for their life.\n\nOnly, a prey didn't fight as hard as he could...\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nOne wrong move and he might accidentally impale himself on the dragoness's teeth, or even snap his own neck by mistake.\n\nBut struggling on he did, despite the pain, despite his body, despite the dragoness's scent. \n\nWhatever part of his mind that hadn't been conquered by the needs of his body was in full panic-mode. Nothing but surviving and escaping remained.\n\nHe had never felt this way. Ever.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nHe couldn't breathe and yet he struggled on and on, as if his body didn't even need air to fight.\n\nThe dragoness didn't relent one bit. She kept biting ever-so-slightly harder as moments passed. She smelled so aroused now that it was a miracle she hadn't cummed yet...\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nEverything hurt, his skin, his muscles, his bones, his joints. He felt blood coursing through what felt like thousands of cuts, bruises, gashes. He couldn't even lift a muscle.\n\nEvery fiber of his body was on fire, and yet he struggled on.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nAs moments went on though, he could feel his body starting to crave air once more, and his struggles starting to get a bit weaker...\n\nHe couldn't fight on for much longer.\n\nM'hor'daga sensed this. However, this time, she completely let got of Mar'gon's neck and blew another cloud of pheromones on him.\n\nIt was the killing blow... to his struggles.\n\nMar'gon felt the remnants of his mind completely shut off. His fear and panic, long forgotten. Even his pain was receding.\n\nOnly his body could be heard, and it was screaming his arousal only too well. It was also showing it too well.\n\nMar'gon didn't notice it, but he was now leaking through the chastity belt so much that his groin was stained.\n\nIt was nothing compared to the arousal of the dragoness. She had left a big lake of juices under her groin.\n\nWhen he looked at M'hor'daga in her eyes, she saw a monster completely overcome by arousal and feral frenzy. And yet, he felt his heart melt, from arousal and from the overwhelming desire to submit.\n\nShe was so beautiful, so strong, so powerful... He just had to submit. It was the only way. It was the right way.\n\n``D'.... GRRRRRRRR.... YUH.... GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR... YIELDGGGRRRRRRRRR?'' growled M'hor'daga.\n\nHe nodded.\n\nM'hor'daga's face burst into the biggest, most sadistic smile he had ever seen.\n\n``GRRRRRRoooood...'' she growled.\n\nThat was all the warning Mar'gon got before M'hor'daga grabbed his head, ripped off the muzzle binding his jaws and then shoved his muzzle right inside her pussy.\n\n(...)\n\nMar'gon had never been muzzle-fucked before. He had always been forced to watch Dar'gon getting his face runted by Mahr'daga.\n\nEvery time he came back from a session, the dragon looked like his muzzle had been raked by Wretches for an entire day and worse. And yet, he always looked so happy, as if he had been given the best gift a dragon could get.\n\nHe had never really understood it why... but now that HE was the one getting his face runted... he did.\n\nIf Mar'gon had though M'hor'daga had smelled amazing before, it was nothing compared to this.\n\nEvery single particle of air had also been supercharged with her already amazing scent, adding a musky quality that made it irresistible.\n\nIt was also much more powerful than the cloud of pheromones that he had been forced to inhale before, which made him want more and more.\n\nIf there was even a smidgen of resistance left in him, that scent completely wiped it off, along with every other feeling that he had.\n\nFear, panic, anger, didn't exist anymore. It was as if they never existed at all and never would.\n\nOnly pure, raw lust and arousal remained... along with the pain.\n\nIf he had thought he knew how brutal a S'handaran dragoness could be when fucking her slaves, he had been dead wrong.\n\nCompared to M'hor'daga's relentless assault, what Dar'gon endured when Mahr'daga muzzle-fucked him looked like a light fuck.\n\nThis was a real, no-hold-back, brutal, extreme muzzle-fucking in every sense of the word. M'hor'daga didn't care at all if she was breaking his muzzle, cause serious bleeding or even maim him. She didn't care if she killed him by accident either.\n\nOnly her pleasure mattered, nothing else.\n\nShe also didn't care about ``savoring the moment'', like Mahr'daga liked to do. She just wanted to cum, as soon as possible. Period.\n\nShe also couldn't care about giving ``tips'', or ``feedback'' or ``lessons on how life serving S'handagaran dragonesses was like'', or any such thing. She fucked his muzzle and that was it.\n\nShe didn't care if her slaves could perform the many things Mahr'daga demanded. When she fucked them, they had to endure it. Period.\n\nAlso unlike Mahr'daga, M'hor'daga was nowhere near as good in keeping her arousal in check. She had barely started fucking and had already given in fully to lust. Her assaults were getting much quicker and fiercer already.\n\nNot a single word escaped her maws, just saliva and blood. The only sound she emitted were deep, guttural growls that shook his bones to the marrow and put Mahr'daga's to shame.\n\nHer eyes were bloodshot and manic. They were the eyes of a dragoness completely consumed by lust and by feral frenzy.\n\nShe looked so frightening, and yet so beautiful as she muzzle-fucked him. So strong, so powerful, so intimidating, so... \n\nEverything a real warrior looked like when they fucked...\n\nMar'gon had never seen a female fuck like a real warrior, and now that he had... now that was getting fucked by a real warrior, it felt so... \n\nHe didn't know if the pheromones had completely destroyed his moral compass, but it felt so... right.\n\nThis dragoness was much stronger and powerful than him, and it was only fair that the weak submitted to the strong. That what they taught him from the day he started basic training and what his father had always taught him.\n\nSo, it was fair that he submitted to her...\n\nDespite the brutal assault and the pain, he started licking M'hor'daga's pussy. His movements were nowhere near as good as they were when he was under Mahr'daga, but fortunately for him, M'hor'daga didn't care about that.\n\nIf Mahr'daga had been there, she would have definitely been disappointed and scolded him for not doing it the right way. \n\nM'hor'daga, though, loved it. She didn't care that his movements would have been considered terrible by her sister. The fact that Mar'gon still had the energy and will to worship her was sending her over the moon.\n\nShe didn't say anything about it, but she didn't need to. Mar'gon had been around S'handagaran dragonesses long enough to know that she was ready for the next part of her dominating her slaves, and wouldn't be is she wasn't getting really turned on.\n\nAnd indeed, after a short while, the next part started: muzzle-runting.\n\nIf what Mar'gon had experienced before was painful, it was nothing compared to this. Unlike Mahr'daga, M'hor'daga didn't care whether a slave's head could fit inside her pussy without breaking it.\n\nShe just did it, and that was that.\n\nHer pussy was wide enough, even wider than Mahr'daga's, but still not wide enough to fit his head, at all. \n\nThe innards pressed so hard on his skull, that they threatened to break it at any moment, as if they too were dominating him. He also felt as if his entire skin was being peeled off, as his scales proved to be no match for the innards and labias of her pussy. \n\nThe movements were also much more brutal and much faster. It was a miracle his head still remained attached to his neck.\n\nHis lungs were on fire. They could breathe the tiniest amount of air before his head was violently shoved back in and were forced to inhale M'hor'daga's scent.\n\nAnd yet... he never whined or complained even once.\n\nHer pheromones were so powerful and so strong, that they were numbing to numb the pain that he felt. This brutal assault felt no more painful that getting raked with her claws or bitten with her teeth.\n\nHis arousal had gotten so intense that the pain didn't prevent him at all from continuing his worshiping. The more he endured, the more he grew to like it. And the more he grew to like it, the more he wanted to worship her.\n\nNo wonder Dar'gon loved to endure getting his face runted so much...\n\nBut unlike Dar'gon, he was pleasing a REAL warrior, an ACTUALLY strong dragoness, an a REAL beauty. She was ten times more beautiful than that ungrateful monster that was Mahr'daga. \n\nIf this real warrior was fucking him, it was because she had deemed him worthy. And he wanted to prove that she had made the right decision.\n\nAnd the fact that she deemed him worthy...\n\nIt was definitive proof that he was better than that runt!\n\nHe could continue to slave away under Mahr'daga. He was pleasing a dragoness worthy of being worshiped, for she showed her dominance with facts, with her body, with her scent, instead of lectures and words...\n\nThis was a dragoness worth submitting to...\n\nAs that realization sunk in, he put even more effort into his licking, despite the fact that every fiber of his head hurt, despite the fact that M'hor'daga was going too fast for him to keep up, and the fact that he couldn't even remember any of Mahr'daga's lessons...\n\nStill, M'hor'daga didn't mind at all. In fact, she loved it and she runted his muzzle with even more ferocity.\n\nFor the first time ever, Mar'gon was finally worshiping a S'handagaran dragoness the right way.\n\nIt was amazing.\n\nIt was amazing that his job was finally getting a little acknowledged. It was amazing not to be reprimanded for not being perfect at worshiping. \n\nIt was amazing that this monster of a dragoness craved nothing more than pure, simple, submission and didn't demand anything else from him and that he could deliver it.\n\nIt was the best feeling in the world.\n\nHowever, he didn't get to revel in it for long, because after a few more brutal runts, M'hor'daga shoved Mar'gon's muzzle so hard inside her pussy that only his horns stopped his head from going further, then roared her pleasure as she came hard on his head.\n\nMar'gon didn't even have time to do react before his face was hit by the full force of M'hor'daga's orgasm.\n\nMar'gon tried to drink the cum, like Dar'gon did, but his jaws hurt too much to work properly. It was also the first time he had been forced to drink a S'handagaran dragoness's cum and so much of it all at once.\n\nHe could only manage to drink a small portion of it, while the rest exploded out of the dragoness's pussy, splattering on the walls, on the floor, but mostly his head, his neck and chest.\n\nHer cum was probably the most amazing thing Mar'gon had ever tasted. Nothing could ever come close to this. Not even coal was as tasty. \n\nNo wonder Dar'gon had become so addicted to this stuff...\n\nHe wanted more, but the stuff was coming in way too fast for him to catch up. It clung to his scales, his skin, his nostrils, his throat. He started coughing and splattering and this caused even more of a mess.\n\nIf Mahr'daga had been here, she would have definitely bitten his head off for this. He had no idea how Dar'gon managed to be so clean...\n\nFortunately, M'hor'daga was too lost in pleasure to care, and she probably wouldn't have cared either way.\n\nAfter all, a real warrior doesn't care about nonsense like being clean when they fucked.\n\nTime passed and M'hor'daga's orgasm continued to last seemingly forever, without losing force. It was like being hit by an endless avalanche, but Mar'gon didn't mind it at all.\n\nHowever, after a short while, he realized that he was starting to run really low on oxygen.\n\nBy that point, M'hor'daga's cum covered his entire head, coating it in a thick, tasty and wonderful-smelling layer that prevented him from breathing at all. It coated his jaws too, seemingly sticking them together and was hindering his throat too.\n\nHe wanted to whine, even a little, but he held it back. Even if he had whined, the dragoness wouldn't have cared one bit. She couldn't care less if he died of asphyxiation.\n\nEither he was gonna survive his first muzzle-runting... or he wasn't. He had to endure. He had to survive, no matter what.\n\nHe would endure it.\n\nIt was so difficult though. The orgasm continued unabated, and the cum seemed to taunt him to drink it, knowing full well that he couldn't as it glued his jaws together and stuck to his scales like glue.\n\nHe couldn't even see anymore. The cum had stuck his eyes shut. Every natural air-way that he had had been clogged with M'hor'daga's cum. \n\nHe couldn't hold out for long, his brain was screaming for oxygen. It threatened to die if it didn't get any soon.\n\nBut he would endure! He would never pass out!\n\nEventually, after a long while, and when he thought that he really couldn't take it anymore, M'hor'daga's orgasm did seem to slow down, and when he did, it came to a quick stop.\n\nHe then took a small breath of relief when his head was removed from her pussy. By that point, Mar'gon's head, neck, and chest was covered with cum so much, that he didn't think it would ever get off, even if he washed it thoroughly.\n\nAnd even if he did manage to wash it off, the smell would definitely remain.\n\nAnd he didn't mind that. He didn't mind it one bit. After all, warriors always liked to mark their catches, so that everybody knew it was theirs...\n\n``GRRRRRRRRRRRRFUCK!'' growled M'hor'daga ``EET WAHSRRR... GRRRRRRR... A LUHNGG.... FRRRRUCKING TIME... GRRRRR...''\n\nHer words were so barely intelligible it seemed it was too difficult for her to even speak or form coherent words.\n\nShe was looking like a wild, powerful, unstoppable beast. A feral monster that couldn't be defeated and couldn't be conquered in any way shape or form. A demon that could conquer the whole world with the barest of efforts, destroy anyone that could stand in her path with a swipe of paws.\n\nShe looked like a goddess of death and destruction. It was the most magnificent sight that Mar'gon had ever seen...\n\n``YUH'RRRRRRRRe... GRRRRR... TH' FIRRRRRRRST... GRRRRR... T' SUHRRRRRRRRRRRV'VERRRR... GRRRRR... MY MUHZZZZL-FUCKING...''\n\nThose words stirred something huge, deep inside Mar'gon. Was it happiness? Yes, but it wasn't just happiness... It felt like... pride...\n\nPride like hadn't felt in a very, VERY, long time. No... pride like he had never felt! And it had come after he had been just muzzle-raped.\n\nHe shouldn't feel so proud of himself... He shouldn't feel like he had achieved the impossible... This shouldn't feel like his biggest accomplishment... \n\nAnd yet he did, and it felt so right.\n\n``LOOK!'' growled M'hor'daga, staring at the cavern ``LOOK... GRRRRR... T' MESS... GRRRR... YUH'V MADDDDGGGGGG...''\n\n``YOU!'' she barked at the other dragons, who hadn't uttered even a meep the entire time ``MAK' YURRRRRRRRRS'LVS... GRRRRR... UHS'FUL... GRRRR...  CLE'N UHP!''\n\nThe dragons immediately got to work and started lapping all the cum that was plastered on the floor and walls.\n\nMar'gon could hear their ecstasy as soon as they started gulping down the stuff. They sounded like they had never eaten it before. And now that they had, they started licking ravenously.\n\nThey weren't alone in feeling this way either. Mar'gon felt himself yearning badly for the dragoness's cum, and as the moments passed it had grown into an extremely painful desire. \n\n``TIRRRRRRRRRRRR'D, SLUHT?'' growled M'hor'daga, her words still barely intelligible...\n\nMar'gon looked at her and shook his head. He needed the dragoness's cum. He needed it so badly!\n\n``GUUUD... GRRRRR... `CUZ WE'RRRRRRRRR J'ST GHTT'N WUHRRRRRRRRRM'D UHP!'' she roared before she shoved his head back inside her pussy and started muzzle-fucking him again.\n\nIt didn't taker her long to build up speed and power either. M'hor'daga had such an amazing stamina compared to weak Mahr'daga. It usually took her a while before she could resume muzzle-fucking...\n\nWHAAACCCK!\n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nMar'gon screamed through M'hor'daga's muzzle at the top of his lungs, as pain like he had never felt before had just exploded in his right thigh.\n\nWHAAACCCK!\n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nPain, pain so unbearable that no living creature could bear, flared up in his left thigh. It was a pain that dwarfed every other pain that he had felt until this point. It felt like pain that shouldn't even exist in this world.\n\nHis body wasn't just the only one suffering, his mind was as well, as if an evil spirit had infiltrated his body and was destroying it from within.\n\nWHAAACCCK!\n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nThen, came the fear. It was true, it was genuine, like he hadn't felt since the first time he had faced the Wretches.\n\nNo, this was somehow even worse...\n\nThat pain, that sound, that strength, the ability to sap his strength by touch alone, to instill such dread into him... there was no doubt about it... It was the Punisher!\n\n``LUT'SSSSSSS SEERRRRRRR... HOW YUH... GRRRRR... HAND'L SUHMMMRRRRRRR... GRRRRRFRRRUCKING PAIN!'' she growled as she whacked him a third time on his rump.\n\nWHAAACCCK!\n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\n``Does it hurrrRRRRRRt... GRRRRR... slut?!'' \n\nMar'gon cried, literally. \n\nHe had never felt so much horrendous pain, both physical and mental. Every strike felt like his body would disintegrate any minute or that he would die from sheer pain.\n\nHe had thought Mahr'daga was just exaggerating when she described how painful the Punisher was, or that the twins were just over-dramatic...\n\nNo. It was every bit as painful as Mahr'daga had described.\n\nHow could the twins handle it, let alone get off to it?!\n\n``GUHHRRRRRRRD!'' M'hor'daga half-growled, half-cackled as she whipped him on his rump again.\n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nNo wonder no dragon could defy a S'handagaran dragoness. How could they when they were so strong and powerful and had a whip so painful and horrible?\n\nNo wonder these dragons were so afraid of M'hor'daga. She must have whipped them with the Punisher every day.\n\n``G'T... GRRRRRRRUSED... GRRRR... T' IT... GRRRR... SRRRRRRRRLUT!'' growled M'hor'daga so deeply that it was impossible to determine what was growl and what was word.\n\nWHAAACCCK!\n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nNo amount of training, endurance tests or battles could ever have prepared Mar'gon for this. There were moments where he wanted to die, just to get the pain to stop.\n\nBut he had to endure it. He had to prove to this strong, brutal and beautiful dragoness that he wasn't weak like the other dragons.\n\nHe had to show her that he wouldn't break, or crumble, no matter how horrendous the pain was.\n\nWHAAACCCK!\n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nHe would endure this, and he would continue worshiping the dragoness, because that was what slaves deemed worthy by real warriors did.\n\nDespite the horrendous pain, he found within the energy to lick her pussy and even give it a few kisses, eliciting loud sounds from the dragoness, between a growl and a roar.\n\nM'hor'daga came very close to cumming again right then and there, but she managed a hold of herself. \n\nShe rewarded him for doing such a good job at worshiping her by runting his muzzle with even more ferocity and whip him with even more brutality.\n\nWHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! \n\n``AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nMar'gon's body no longer worked. It was paralyzed with pain and numbness. Every single muscle seemed to have atrophied, except for his lips and tongue.\n\nIt could only offer the barest of licking and kissing, but that was all that M'hor'daga needed.\n\nWHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! \n\n``AAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nShe was so good... Every single one of her movements when she fucked screamed ``conqueror''. She didn't need perfect worshiping to get herself off. She didn't need everything to be perfect to cum...\n\nShe really was a real warrior, through and through... She really deserved every once of worshiping she could get.\n\nWHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! \n\n``AAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nThe brutal whipping continued unabated, however, as time went on, the blows no longer seemed to hurt as much. Was he about to really pass out from the pain?\n\nNo... that wasn't it...\n\nHe no longer felt such pain because he was growing accustomed to it... Somehow, he had! In fact, he was starting to like it a little...\n\nWHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! \n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nM'hor'daga noticed this, however, so she doubled the rate of whipping and power behind every single one of them.\n\nWHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! \n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nThe pain was killer. No living thing could survive it, and yet not only Mar'gon endured it, but he didn't pass out either. \n\nHe stayed awake the entire time and never paused his worshiping. He didn't even slack on it.\n\nWHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! \n\n``MMMMMHHHHHHPPPPPHHHHHGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nM'hor'daga started whipping him and runting him as if she had completely lost control of herself as she got closer and closer to cumming, but Mar'gon endured it.\n\nWHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK!\n\n``MMHHHPPHHHGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nHe endured everything and continued worshiping her pussy all the time, never wavering, never stopping.\n\nThis proved to be too much for the dragoness. \n\nShe roared so loud that small pebbles fell down from the walls and ceiling as she came right then and there one more time.\n\nThen, she started breathing breathing fire against the floor, melting it in seconds and scorching everything around it.\n\nIt was truly another powerful sight to behold. Mahr'daga's flames couldn't compare to this, at all. She had never managed to cause such destruction in all the time he had spent with her.\n\nJust like her orgasms couldn't compare to this dragoness's. THIS was a how a real warrior cummed: brutal, fierce, unstoppable, explosive, destructive. It carried the power of ten of Mahr'daga's orgasm.\n\nMar'gon, once again, tried to drink all the cum he could. He did better than last time, but still nowhere near good enough. \n\nSoon enough, his head was completely covered in another, thicker, layer of the dragoness's cum. His neck was also completely coated in another layer, and so was most of his chest, and even his front paws.\n\nThey weren't the only parts of his body that were completely stained... \n\nHis cock was leaking so much now that a huge pool of pre-cum had deposited onto the floor and had completely stained his crotch. It was also trying so hard to break free of the chastity belt that it was actually painful.\n\nHowever, no matter how hard it tried, the chastity belt wouldn't budge one bit. Mar'gon's pleasure had peaked and it wouldn't go any farther no matter how much cum he drunk.\n\nThe only thing that didn't stop increasing was the excruciating heat inside his body, which kept getting worse and worse the more cum he drunk.\n\nThis orgasm seemed to last even longer than the first one. M'hor'daga had such an amazing stamina, much more than Mahr'daga.\n\nShe had cummed not that long while ago, and yet she had the strength to produce another powerful orgasm in such a short while. Not only that, she still found the strength to continue whipping him with feral blood-lust.\n\nShe was the most amazing warrior that had ever walked on this planet, and she deserved the best worshiping...\n\nWhen the dragoness was finally finished with her second orgasm, Mar'gon had no feeling left on his rump and his hind legs. His front legs couldn't support his weight anymore, and his neck and tail couldn't fight against the force of gravity anymore.\n\nHis eyelids were completely glued together with the cum, his nostrils were clogged, his skin felt like it was on fire. \n\nHis probably had lost most of his scales and he was also so out of breath that his lungs felt on fire every time he breathed.\n\nHe was now a complete wreck, and yet he didn't feel bad at all. He had done it again. He had endured the most brutal assault a dragon had ever endured. Not even Dar'gon could have managed such a feat.\n\nHowever, his relief was short-lived. The heat in his body had gotten so strong his body physically hurt, much more than before!\n\nIt was a different kind of pain, but no less intense than what he endured with the Punisher, and no less horrendous.\n\nHe needed M'hor'daga's cum... He needed it so badly! He started to desperately lap at the cum stuck on him, but it wasn't enough. He needed more! He even started struggling a little and begging, in the hope that M'hor'daga would give him more of her delicious cum.\n\n``AWWWRRRRRRRRR... GRRRRR...'' growled M'hor'daga ``DO'S T' SLUHT... GRRRRR... SRRRRRRUT... GRRRRR... W'NT M'RRRRRRRRR CUHM?''\n\nMar'gon whined the most submissive, desperate and begging sound he could ever utter, as he struggled against his heat. \n\nIt was a sound that put all the submissive sounds that he had made with Mahr'daga to shame.\n\nM'hor'daga looked at him with a feral grin, satisfied by his answer.\n\n``GUHD...'' was all that she managed to say before she started fucking his muzzle a third time, with even more ferocity.\n\n(...)\n\n``Did you sleep well, slut?'' asked M'hor'daga.\n\nNo. Mar'gon hadn't slept at all that night for three main reasons. \n\nFirst, M'hor'daga had muzzle-runted him no less than twenty times before she was satisfied. Second, his arousal had gotten too intense, burning and unbearable to sleep. Third, because of all the wounds he had endured.\n\nShe had used the Punisher sparingly on him after her second runting, but it was little consolation to him as she decided to replace it with her claws and teeth.\n\nWhen she was done, his body had been more bruises and cuts than scales and skin. His color looked more closely to that blood than that of metallic red. Even his stripes were barely recognizable...\n\nThen, after she was satisfied, she had bound him in stocks, muzzled him again, and left him there to stew in his heat.\n\nAt least she allowed him to drink the cum that was stuck to his scales, and she got the other dragons to finish cleaning him up.\n\nHowever, it had run out too quickly and no matter how much he begged, M'hor'daga wouldn't give him anymore.\n\nAt least, he hadn't been alone in suffering this heat. The other dragons seemed to have fared even worse than he did...\n\nNow that he had stewed on it the whole night, and that the heat in his body had become much more bearable, the familiar feeling of anger and rage were resurfacing.\n\nHe felt angry not just at M'hor'daga, for beating him and raping him. But he was mostly angry at himself for not fighting hard enough, for succumbing to her.\n\nHowever, his body had no regrets whatsoever. It had loved it, it had loved it so much. It would gladly submit again, given the chance to go back in time. It wouldn't listen to a single thing his mind had to say.\n\nNo matter how much his mind wished to forget, his body made it remember every single moment in every excruciating and hot detail. No matter how much he wanted to stop dwelling on it, the smell of M'hor'daga's cum stuck to him, always reminded him of what had happened.\n\nThat and the heat would remind him, time and again that he was now marked as a slave, forever.\n\nFurther compounding it was the fact, as M'hor'daga had so happily told him before going to bed, that if he stopped eating her cum, his body would die, literally. She had killed some of her slaves like that, because they hadn't performed well enough.\n\nHe was effectively bound to her, in every possible way, whether he liked it or not. He could never, ever escape...\n\n``Bet you didn't sleep at all, didn't ya?'' taunted M'hor'daga ``Well, no wonder! With all the cum you drunk like a whore! Bet you're hurting aren't ya? Don't worry, I got just the thing for you...''\n\nMar'gon wanted to shoot her a withering look, but before he could do that, the dragoness stuffed a mask with a tube attached to it on top of his head.\n\nMar'gon realized immediately what it was, and what M'hor'daga was about to do, and that brought him no consolation at all.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\nThe moment M'hor'daga's concentrated pheromones hit his nostrils, he felt like he had been hit with ten amazing-smelling boulders rolling down a slope and then falling off a cliff.\n\nIt was so amazing, and yet so overwhelming! His brain couldn't process such an amazing and concentrated scent. His body though did, and was eternally grateful. So grateful in fact, that it wanted more and more.\n\n``See? Aren't I generous?'' she purred ``I always reward a good slave... like you...''\n\nThe moment he heard those words ``good slave'', Mar'gon felt his body going over the moon. Literally.\n\nIn his mind, he was angry, but his felt as if he had just been given one of the best compliments of his life.\n\nHis body felt so good, that he could feel his happiness and arousal seep into his mind, and starting to cancel out the anger. \n\nHis cock had once again started pushing hard against his chastity belt again, and leaking on the floor already.\n\nHad the dragoness's cum and pheromones already changed him so much?\n\n``Enjoy huffing my scent slut, I'll be back in a moment...'' said M'hor'dagas as she turned towards her other slaves, who were still struggling badly with their heat.\n\n``How did you all slept, ya useless pieces of trash?''\n\nEach and every one of them answered in unison with a single pitiful whine.\n\n``Bet the heat is killing you doesn't it? Bet you'd like to huff my pheromones a little, don't ya? Drink more of my cum?''\n\nAll twelve dragons nodded in unison.\n\n``Well, forget it! Only ACTUAL, USEFUL slaves get to huff my pheromones and drink my cum, not worthless pieces of trash like you!''\n\nEvery single one of the recoiled as if they had just been raked on their muzzle.\n\n``Well? Why are you all looking so scared? You should be happy! For once, I'm in a fucking good mood! And it's all thanks to this fucking slut!'' she said, raking Mar'gon's rump with her claws and making him scream.\n\n``Thanks to this fucking slut, FOR ONCE I've woken up actually happy! Which means no special training for any of you!''\n\nThe dragons exhaled a collective sigh of relief. One of them even started sobbing a little.\n\n``Why the fuck are you crying?!'' barked M'hor'daga, shutting the dragon up immediately ``There's still plenty of time to change my mind!''\n\nThe dragon looked away immediately, as if he had done the worst possible crime a dragon could commit.\n\n``Enjoy it while you can... but don't get used to it! All it takes is one little fuck from this slut, and it's back to special training for you!''\n\nEvery body gasped, and so did Mar'gon. Was this dragoness going to punish every single one of them, for his mistakes?!\n\nEven the pheromones couldn't dampen his mounting rage now. \n\n``And remember: even if, by the grace of S'aphur'daraga, you stop being so fucking useless, and I stop being so pissed off at you every time I look at you, remember that you'll always be worthless pieces of trash, and no fucking S'handagaran dragoness worth her salt would take your pathetic rumps, not even the S'hur'dayan army would take you as army whores!''\n\nDespite the pheromones, despite the heat in his body, hearing those words made Mar'gon's blood boil.\n\nThose poor things!\n\nThey had done nothing wrong! They were dragons just trying to live their lives, and now they were forced to endure the worst of suffering, because this monster of a dragoness was impossible to please!\n\nOnly HE could please her apparently...\n\nIn this regard, she really was the same as Mahr'daga. The only difference was that the positions had been reversed. Mar'gon was getting complimented, while the others were getting berated.\n\nThis dragoness may be worthy of respect, she may be a real warrior, she may have consider him worthy of being fucked by her, she may be a beautiful and powerful dragoness, she may still smell and taste amazing, but she was still a fucking monster!\n\nHis body liked her, he liked her very much... but at the same time... his mind hated her for being so horrible!\n\n``You wished you were even a TENTH as useful as he was! You wished you could endure muzzle-runting as well as HIM! You wished you could handle pain as well as HIM...''\n\nMar'gon tried to keep hold of his hatred for the dragoness, but with every word of praise coming out of her mouth, he felt his arousal surging, making the turmoil inside him even worse.\n\nHis body loved it when that monster praised him, and in front of others too. He always loved it when it happened...\n\nBut his mind hated how she was torturing these poor innocent dragons, just for the crime of not meeting her impossible standards. He always hated when he saw that happen...\n\n``Unlike YOU... THIS slave here actually has a chance of being sold to a REAL S'handagaran dragoness. A REAL dragoness that KNOWS how to treat their slaves and how to handle them...'' she raked his rump one more time to emphasize her point.\n\n``See? He doesn't cry like a fucking loser every time he gets touched or handled roughly''\n\nThe more the dragoness talked, the more pride and arousal swelled inside Mar'gon, and the more his anger grew. It was a miracle his body hadn't exploded from his internal turmoil.\n\nHe was too busy trying to reign his whirlwind of emotions that he never noticed M'hor'daga grabbing a hold of his head. \n\n``He's gonna have a bright future ahead of him... if he can keep this up...''\n\nIt was the touch of a strong, powerful warrior. The kind of warrior that could kill anything and anyone. The kind of warrior that never wavered in front of danger, death, or worse. The kind of warrior that WOULD succeed, no matter what.\n\nThe kind of warrior that protected everything she considered hers and would never allow anyone to touch it.\n\nThe kind of warrior that Mar'gon loved to be, that Mar'gon loved. \n\nHe wanted to lose himself in her touch, but at the same time wanted to glare at her as defiantly as he could.\n\n``Remember slut...'' she purred ``one fuck-up... all it takes is one fuck-up... and I'm gonna make them pay...''\n\nThose words made something huge click inside him. \n\nIf he had to do everything he could to please this dragoness to save those poor innocent dragons, to keep her happy so the others wouldn't suffer... he would do it, no matter how humiliating, painful or embarrassing it was.\n\nHe failed to protect his village, but he would protect those poor innocent dragons! This time he wouldn't fail!\n\nHis decision must have shown on his face, because M'hor'daga got so close to him that he could smell her breath, already so thick with pheromones.\n\n``Are you gonna become worthless, like those pieces of shit?'' challenged M'hor'daga.\n\nMar'gon growled, before he could even process what he was doing.\n\n``Are you gonna be good for me?''\n\nMar'gon growled even louder.\n\n``Are you gonna be a good slave?!''\n\nMar'gon growled so loud, that the mask could barely muffle it.\n\n``Are you gonna be a good slave for me?!''\n\nMar'gon growled so loud that he almost roared through the mask.\n\nTO BE CONTINUED\n\n  PAGE  1 \n\n"
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  "description": "Here it is! Chapter Six of Under the Dragoness's Paw!\n\nEnjoy!\n\nDISCLAIMERS!!!\n\nTHIS IS A WORK OF FICTION\nAny characters, names, places, events and incidents cited in this work are, in its entirety, the product of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental.\n\nTHIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY\nSelf-explanatory. This work contains many explicit sexual scenes and fetish-heavy content, therefore it is meant to be read exclusively by adults. If you’re below 18 years of age, stop reading immediately.\n\nCONTENT WARNING\nThis work revolves in its entirety around Femdom, Malesub, BDSM, Bondage, Chastity and Slavery. This work may also include other fetishes which may range from milder to more extreme ones, as well as scenes where consent is dubious or, in some rare cases, non-existent. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, stop reading.\n\nALL CHARACTERS INVOLVED IN SEXUAL SCENES ARE ADULT AND SAPIENT\nSelf-explanatory. No minors or less-than-sapient creatures will be featured in sexual scenes.\n\nACTIONS DO NOT MEAN ENDORCEMENT\nThe characters’ actions, thoughts and opinions are their own and are not endorsed in any way, shape, or form by the author, nor do they reflect the author’s personal views.\n\nNO AI TRAINING OR NFTS\nAny use of this work to “train” generative artificial intelligence (AI) technologies to generate text, or to make NFTs of it, is expressly prohibited.\n\nENGLISH ISN’T THE AUTHOR’S MOTHER-TONGUE\nIf you see any strange phrases, odd choice of words, typos, repetitions or things like this, that is why. Apologies in advance.\n\n© Valen “Vally” Drakk"
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  "writing": "CHAPTER 6\n\nWARRIOR\n\nMar'gon didn't know if it was because Mahr'daga's pheromones were starting to lose their hold on him due to her no longer being around, or if it was because this new dragoness's pheromones were countering its effects...\n\nFact was, it was the first time since getting captured that he felt something that wasn't overwhelming desire to submit, or blind lust, but that brought him no consolation at all.\n\nHe felt ashamed, heart-broken and devastated...\n\nHe had tried! He had tried really hard! \n\nIt wasn't his fault that he had never been one to submit! It was all new to him! He had tried his absolute best to please that fucking dragoness! He had even tried to REALLY like it! \n\nBut it hadn't been enough...\n\nNo matter how hard he had tried, it was never good enough! There was always some fatal flaw in what he did, some careless error in his worshiping! And when he did everything Mahr'daga had asked of him, and followed her instructions to the letter, she complained that there was no passion behind it!\n\nHe had done everything Dar'gon did too, down to every last fucking lick and kiss! And yet he got lauded, while he got berated!\n\nIt wasn't fair!\n\n``Mmmmm...'' \n\nHis moping was interrupted by the sound of the new dragoness, called M'hor'daga, pondering her shackled captive. She circled around him like a flying predator before she went for the killing strike.\n\nMar'gon should have felt terrified, like the rest of the captives, for being in such a vulnerable position, at the mercy of such a cruel and sadistic dragoness, but he didn't. \n\nIn fact, he felt empty inside.\n\nHe had been thrown away, like a broken toy, like a failure. Mar'gon, who bragged about never failing at what he did, who had never known the taste of personal failure... had failed, miserably.\n\nIt wasn't through any fault of his own, but that didn't make the pill any easier to swallow. In fact, because he had never failed before, and because he had been beaten by Dar'gon, of all dragons, it made it all the more bitter.\n\nDar'gon...\n\nJust thinking about him stirred anger inside him. What had that useless runt done to make that dragoness like him so fucking much?!\n\nHe wasn't tall! He wasn't strong! He wasn't handsome! He wasn't a warrior like him! If it wasn't for Mar'gon, he would have become Wretch food a long time ago!\n\nHe was a lucky bastard. That was it, just a lucky bastard. Always making it out somehow, through no merit of his, or getting what he didn't deserve...\n\nEven getting kicked out of the Lava Wyrms turned out to be good for him. He probably had it planned all along the scumbag!\n\nWait... what was he thinking?! Dar'gon was his best friend! He couldn't think of him like that! There was no way he did what he did on purpose! He was a good soul!\n\nAnd yet...\n\n``This is a first...'' M'hor'daga kept pondering ``This is probably the first time my useless sister has rejected one of her catches. She never rejects anything she gets her weak claws on. You must have really fucked up for her to get to that point...''\n\nNo! He hadn't!\n\nHe hadn't fucked anything up! He had done everything that fucking dragoness had asked him to do and then some! She was impossible to please! She had impossible standards!\n\nEven Dar'gon couldn't meet her standards either, she was probably trying to find ways to convince herself that Dar'gon wasn't the useless runt he was!\n\nHeck, he was sure that none of those useless twins could meet her standards either! What was wrong with them anyway?! What kind of sick dragon would get off from pain like they did?! They had probably been sentenced to death in their tribe, whatever it was, for being degen-!\n\nWait, what was he thinking?! He had never been this petty and resentful! He was a warrior, not a loser! How could he blame dragons who had been kidnapped and forced into slavery?! They were probably brainwashing into liking it because they were just trying to survive... \n\nWhat was wrong with him?!\n\n``Or maybe she's just losing whatever little of her touch she had left. I really don't see what she saw in you...''\n\nMar'gon didn't know why, but every time that dragoness opened her mouth, he felt as if every single word she said opened huge gashes in his soul. However, his inner wounds, instead of being left wide open and void, filled with simmering anger.\n\nAnger at the dragoness, for insulting him, anger at Dar'gon and at the twins for making him look bad, anger at Mahr'daga for treating him so badly and then rejecting him, anger at himself for trying to please her in the first place...\n\n``HE DEFEATED TWO WRETCHES BY HIMSELF!'' said M'hor'daga, mimicking Mahr'daga's voice ``Not with this scrawny body you didn't!''\n\nShe then raked at his rump with her claws making him cry in pain.\n\n``Pathetic... No way she was telling the truth. And even if she was... you probably just lucked out... didn't ya?''\n\nNo, he didn't!\n\nHe really did kill two Wretches by himself! They weren't fully-grown, true, but still! Even not-fully-grown wretches were as dangerous as the fully-grown ones. The best the vast majority of dragons could kill, by themselves, at a time, was one!\n\nNot only that, he had also saved the chieftain from certain death by killing those wretches!\n\nHe was an amazing warrior, by all means and purposes! How dare this monster look down upon him?! How dare she belittle him and his accomplishments?!\n\n``Well, whatever the case, I'll let you in on a little secret, runt...'' she hissed, getting so close to Mar'gon, that he could smell her breath.\n\nIt smelled as feminine as Mahr'daga's, but it was so much stronger, much more powerful than Mahr'daga's, and his body was liking it a whole lot better.\n\nMar'gon did everything he could to get a hold of himself, but it was as if his body was starting to get a mind of his own...\n\n``That slave over there...'' she gestured towards one of the other captive dragons, the one with the bent and broken wings ``killed three.''\n\nMar'gon looked at the dragon with wide eyes. Three?! Impossible. It couldn't be. She had to be lying!\n\n``He was such a strong warrior...'' she continued ``And now look at him! Nothing more than a broken useless toy...'' she finished, her words laced with contempt and disgust.\n\nThe dragon didn't even look at him. He was far bigger and stronger and Mar'gon and yet he truly looked like a broken dragon, a broken and empty shell devoid of soul, as if it had been sucked out of him...\n\nIf such a strong warrior couldn't survive this dragoness, what chances had HE got...?\n\nNo! He couldn't end up like him! He wouldn't end up like him! He wouldn't succumb to this monster! \n\n``In fact, I bet that every single of one of these useless lumps of meat was a better warrior than you, judging from their builds alone...''\n\nMar'gon barely restrained himself from growling.\n\nHe didn't care that every single one of those dragons looked bigger and stronger than Mar'gon or if they had been better warriors than him! He still was batter than them because he wouldn't end up like them!\n\nHe also didn't understand why his body was craving more of M'hor'daga's scent and wouldn't shut up about it!\n\n``Hmph. You're not even handsome or cute, even for a wild dragon...'' said M'hor'daga, circling so close to him that Mar'gon could smell her scent only too well. His body was craving it, it believed it was the most wonderful scent ever, but his mind tried as hard as it could to reject it.\n\nHe had never felt this way. His mind and body had always been one and the same, but now... It felt as if they were waging war against each other...\n\n``And I'm betting even your flame is nothing exceptional, isn't it?''\n\nMar'gon shot her a withering look and almost growled.\n\nSo fucking what?! Mar'gon was still a great warrior! He had been much better than dragons who were bigger, taller, more muscled, or had more powerful flames!\n\nHeck! He had seen big and strong dragon crumble under the pressure, or stress, or loss. He had seen many dragons who were great with great fire-breathing abilities sucking badly at melee combat!\n\n``And... I'm betting...'' hissed the dragoness ``That you're particularly endowed down there either?''\n\nThis time, Mar'gon did growl.\n\nHe knew he was being foolish, but he didn't care. He knew he had made a big mistake but he didn't care one bit.\n\nSomething about this dragoness was making him losing his cool so bad, and the worst part was that he didn't regret it at all.\n\nM'hor'daga stopped pacing and pinned him under her cruel stare. For a moment, Mar'gon thought she would strike. However, instead of doing that, she smiled a little, as if she had been pleasantly surprised by his response\n\n``Well, well... you DO have some spunk left in you, runt! My useless sister must have been too stupid to suck it out of you... or too lazy...''\n\nYeah... she was right... Mahr'daga was lazy as fuck. She spent more day getting worshiped, pampered and bathing instead of working on-\n\nWait... what was he thinking?! Why was he agreeing with this monster?!\n\n``But don't worry... I won't make the same mistake...''\n\nSuddenly he felt something sharp slice across his flank, right under his bound left wing. He screamed at the top of his lungs through the muzzle as pain, like he had never felt before, exploded in his body.\n\nThe dragoness had just cut him. No, she had actually sliced open his body and tore a horrible gash. His scales had been cut up like they weren't there and he was already oozing blood copiously.\n\nNot even the Wretches tore through dragon scales with such ease...\n\nHis entire chest felt as if it was on fire, his legs were starting to go numb, and he saw stars. He couldn't even breathe for a few more horrifying moments. However, he did manage not to fall... barely.\n\n``Hmph'' M'hor'daga said, as if surviving a horrendous cut like that was something to scoff at.\n\n``You see...'' she continued ``the fatal flaw in my useless sister is that she refuses to understand that breaking slaves with force and violence is a lot more effective, efficient and easier than wasting your time trying to train them. It's also much more fun...''\n\nTo further accentuate her point, she cut Mar'gon on his other flank. He almost fell down on his front paws, only barely managing to stop the fall. However he remained there, half-crouched, as his body hurt too much for him to do anything else.\n\n``Our catches won't become our slaves, like 9 times out of 10, so what's the fucking point?''\n\nShe then sliced his neck and this time, Mar'gon did fall down, barely hanging onto consciousness and gasping for breath.\n\nHe hated to admit it, but that appendage on her tail was the most impressive weapon he had ever seen. He had never known something in this world could have inflicted so much damage and inflict so much pain, in such a short while...\n\n``Bah!'' scoffed M'hor'daga ``Your pain resistance is pathetic. That bitch over there...'' she nodded towards another one of her captives ``took almost five hits before he fell down''\n\nThose words filled Mar'gon with even more hatred and desire to challenge her. Despite the enormous pain and the vehement protests of his body, after what felt like and endless struggle, he got up again, looking defiant.\n\nHis body was screaming to submit, but he refused to listen to it.\n\nM'hor'daga didn't look impressed in the slightest. \n\n``You know... maybe I've made a mistake. Maybe I shouldn't have taken my sister offer. There's nothing noteworthy about you. You're boring, forgettable, mediocre... And your attitude is horrible. You're not even worth the effort of breaking in.''\n\nMar'gon growled once again, louder. He had completely lost control of his temper, and he couldn't, wouldn't get a hold of himself. This dragoness was pushing every single one of his buttons, including buttons that he never knew he had.\n\n``Even if I did go through the effort of breaking you, what would I be left with? A useless slave with a horrible attitude that would barely pass as an army whore. That is if you manage not to get yourself killed before that..''\n\nMar'gon growled really loudly this time, soliciting shocked and afraid moans and whines from the other captives. M'hor'daga though didn't flinch one bit.\n\n``The slave that I had before was just as useless as you are, but at least he knew when to keep his trap shut!''\n\nThat did it.\n\nHe tried to hit M'hor'daga. However, she easily dodged the hit and then clawed at his muzzle, barely missing his eye.\n\nHe was thrown away and only the chain prevented him from being flung any farther. He then fell down on the floor again. The wound stung, not as much as when she cut him with her appendage, but it still stung really badly. His eyes wouldn't open from the pain and his ears were ringing.\n\nBefore he even had the time to process what had happened, M'ho'rdaga grabbed his head with her paws and lifted him effortlessly, as if he didn't weight at all.\n\nWhen Mar'gon could finally find the strength to open his eyes, he saw M'hor'daga staring at him and the other dragons looking at him with horror.\n\nShe was smiling.\n\n``Well, well... Feeling brave, aren't we?'' M'hor'daga said after a while, sadism lacing every single one of her words ``Wanna play rough?'' \n\nShe got so close to Mar'gon that her lips were barely one inch away from him. Her scent had gotten even stronger and made his body scream with delight and beg to be ravaged by her-\n\nNo!\n\nHe wouldn't submit! He wasn't a weakling, like Dar'gon. He wouldn't give in, even if it cost him his life...\n\n``Then let's play a little game, you and I...'' whispered M'hor'daga, her tone as hard and as deadly as her teeth ``If you can run away from me... I'll let you go. If I catch you... I'll kill you''\n\nThe captive dragons gasped in horror. Mar'gon on the other hand couldn't believe his ears. He couldn't have heard right... \n\nLet him go? THIS evil dragoness? She had to be joking! But she didn't look like the dragoness that liked to joke about...\n\nShe had to be lying!\n\n``Oh, you think I'm lying...? That's cute...''\n\nAs soon as she said it, she conjured dark forces, looking exactly the same as those conjured by Mahr'daga, which undid the chain shackling his collar to a ring in the floor.\n\n``In fact... I'm feeling generous. I'll give you a huge head start. You go and I'll start hunting you next morning''\n\nIf this dragoness was lying, she sure was doing a terrible job at it. And yet Mar'gon didn't buy her words for a second.\n\nHe was missing something! He just knew it!\n\n``Go on then!'' she said, nodding towards the exit to the cave ``Get outta here!''\n\nMar'gon looked at it. For a moment, he thought about actually running away, but then he realized that he was too wounded to be able to go far.\n\nMoreover, there was the problem of the bondage gear. There was no way he could walk very far with all the bondage gear and she shackles he was wearing, plus his encased wings...\n\nHe would have to get rid of it, but only a S'handagaran dragoness could remove it. Only they could conjure the dexterous dark magic that allowed them to manipulate objects with such precision. \n\nThey were also impervious to a normal dragon's fire breath, so melting them was out of the question.\n\n``Well? What are you waiting for? Get out!'' said M'hor'daga, with a little more force.\n\nMar'gon though didn't move. There was no way he could run away, especially with no way of removing his bondage gear. He would be found and caught almost immediately. And then he would be killed.\n\n``Are you deaf or what?! I said GET OUT!'' barked M'hor'daga.\n\nMar'gon once again remained rooted to his spot, his brain scrambling to figure out what to do.\n\nEven if he could get rid of his gear, he was in enemy territory, and he had no idea where to go, or how to go back to his tribe. If this dragoness wouldn't kill him, then others would, or the pain, or hunger or thirst...\n\nThe dragons meanwhile were watching the scene looked downright terrified, as if they were the ones who had to run away.\n\n``This is your final warning, bitch!'' growled M'hor'daga ``GET OUT or I'll kill you right here, right now and it's gonna be FUCKING painful!''\n\nOnly then did Mar'gon started to turn around, and started making the first steps towards the exit.\n\n``Good luck!'' said M'hor'daga, her tone back to normal ``And don't make it too easy for me to catch you...''\n\nMar'gon stopped suddenly. It finally clicked! She was making him play a losing game that he had no chance of winning! Just for her fucking amusement!\n\nSuddenly rage filled his vision.\n\n``What's wrong?'' barked M'hor'daga ``Do you need directions? Move!''\n\nHe would never give this monster the satisfaction of killing him on her terms. If he had to die, he would die like a warrior! Fighting!\n\nHe may suffer an atrocious and painful death. Definitely an inglorious one, but at least he would see his parents again...\n\nHe quickly turned back around, sprinted towards M'hor'daga, and tried to headbutt her again, this time giving it everything he had!\n\nHowever, his bondage gear slowed his movements down too much. M'hor'daga easily blocked his attack by grabbing his horns with her front paws. Then she slammed his head down onto the ground before he could even process what had happened.\n\nThe impact was so violent that Mar'gon could have sworn he had felt his skull crack in several points and almost blacked out right then and there.\n\nHis jaws didn't work, his eyelids felt heavy as boulders, and his head was about to burst. His nose still worked though, and he could smell all too well the amazing scent emanated from M'hor'daga's paws getting stronger and stronger with every passing moment.\n\nFor a moment, he could only hear his body begging him to give up, to surrender, and beg for mercy. He thought about doing that, but then his brain started functioning again.\n\nHe couldn't submit! It was pointless! She would kill him anyway! He had to fight! \n\nHe knew it was hopeless, for not even thirty dragons could match the power of a S'handagaran dragoness... but he was a warrior and warriors never gave up!\n\nHe struggled against the paws pinning his head down. His attempts were weak at first, but as the moments passed they grew stronger and stronger. He started emitting loud growls of defiance too.\n\nHowever, the impact must have broken something within him as well, for, as he struggled harder and harder, his body's screams of submission started getting so loud and strong that they actually showed on him, in the way of him leaking through his chastity belt.\n\nThis didn't go unnoticed by M'hor'daga. Instead of ending his life right then and there, she started putting horrendous pressure on his skull.\n\n``Give up bitch...'' she growled ``It's over...''\n\nHer tone was daggers and venom, but her body betrayed her true emotions as her arousal had grown so much that she had started leaking herself. \n\nMar'gon responded to her words by struggling harder, and leaking a little bit more through the chastity belt.\n\nWhy was his body betraying him so badly?!\n\n``Give up'' growled M'hor'daga in a deadlier tone.\n\nMar'gon refused. He continued the struggle, he even tried to hit her with his encased wings. M'hor'daga in response put even more pressure on his skull. \n\nMar'gon felt like his pain was being slowly crushed by a mountain and he almost passed out from the pain again.\n\nBut he wouldn't give!\n\n``GIVE UP!'' roared M'hor'daga.\n\n``NNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHH....'' screamed Mar'gon, with all the strength he had left.\n\nFor a moment, everything stopped. Mar'gon thought this would really be the end, the moment when M'hor'daga would kill him. \n\nInstead, the pressure from his skull lifted off suddenly.\n\nHe chanced a peek at M'hor'daga. She was staring at him with a big grin on her face. He immediately tried to get up, even though he was still too weak to stand upright. M'hor'daga didn't even try to stop him.\n\n``Hehehe... and here I thought that this would be boring...'' she purred ``Maybe my sister wasn't bullshitting me for once...''\n\nMar'gon had barely managed to get up after a long struggle when M'hor'daga stabbed him again.\n\nNo. It wasn't a stab... It didn't hurt at all. It didn't feel like M'hor'daga's appendage either... It was more like light prick.\n\nHe blinked once and then he saw what seemed like a huge syringe floating in mid-air, held aloft by M'hor'daga's dark magic.\n\nHe suddenly felt the floor drop from beneath him. Had she injected him with poison?\n\nThen, he suddenly felt energy coursing through him. Suddenly, he no longer felt tired or hurt. In fact, he now had enough energy to go to battle.\n\nShe hadn't poisoned him. She had injected him with some kind of stimulant!\n\n``Change of plans, bitch!'' purred M'hor'daga ``We'll play a different game you and I...''\n\nMar'gon glowered at her.\n\n(...)\n\n``Get up!'' barked M'hor'daga.\n\nMar'gon looked at her defiantly as he, not without difficulty, got up, or at least as defiantly as he could given his state.\n\nEven though he had just gotten another dose of stimulant, every fiber of his body was on fire. Every breath was pure torture. Every movement felt like an impossible feat. He had no feeling left in any of his paws. His head was a throbbing mess. Even something as simple as standing up was nothing short of excruciating torture.\n\nThere were many scales, pieces of scales, halves of scales scattered around him, among little pools of blood. His exposed skin was battered, bruised and cut up. Some parts of him were so bloody that he couldn't distinguish scale from blood.\n\nHis body was also full of M'hor'daga's poison, which, unlike Mahr'daga's poison, amplified the pain he felt and sapped his strength. It had taken two injections of stimulants just to keep him going...\n\nMar'gon couldn't remember the last time he had taken such a beating. In fact, he probably had never been beaten this badly, not even when he had been a tiny hatch-ling during training with his merciless instructor.\n\nM'hor'daga meanwhile hadn't even broken a sweat. He hadn't managed to so much as touch her! She moved with speed, precision, strength. She never wasted a moment or let a chance escape her.\n\nHe hated to admit it, but she moved like a killing machine, like a real fighter. She moved like HE wished he could in his wildest dreams...\n\nThat blasted, feral grin on her muzzle that she wore since the battle had started had never wavered, in fact it seemed to get wider and wider as time went on.\n\nShe wasn't getting the least bit frustrated or angry that Mar'gon was refusing to give up and dragging on the fight. In fact, she was loving this. She was loving every moment of it!\n\nHer scent had also gotten so intoxicating that Mar'gon had to try not to get too close to her. He had a feeling that if he inhaled her scent from too close, he couldn't contain his body's desire anymore and would submit immediately. \n\nHe could even see several drops of juices falling from her pussy, that was how much she was turned on!\n\n``Still standing bitch?'' taunted M'hor'daga.\n\nMar'gon growled in response.\n\n``Two doses of stimulant, and you're still standing...'' she purred ``Good dragon...''\n\nMar'gon just glowered.\n\nThroughout the entire fight, M'hor'daga had done nothing but taunt him and make fun of him... and now she was ACTUALLY complimenting him?\n\nShe was definitely trying to offset him! \n\nOr was she...? \n\nWait, what was he thinking?! Of course she was trying to offset him! But why? She had the upper hand, always had! She had no need to do it.\n\nWhy was she doing this?\n\nHis body knew the answer to that question, but his mind was rejecting it with all its might.\n\n``You've lasted longer than all of those pieces of shit combined!'' she said nodding briefly to the cowering dragons, who were watching the fight enraptured. \n\n``In fact'' she added ``you're by far the longest-lasting slave I've ever laid my claws on...'' she purred, louder still ``You're such a good little slave...''\n\nMar'gon kept glowering. He wanted to growl in response, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. \n\nHe desperately wanted not to believe her. He desperately wanted her to be lying. He was desperately looking for clues that told him she wasn't being sincere, but he couldn't find any.\n\nHe hated to admit it... but she was being sincere.\n\nWhy?\n\nWhy was this monster... this monster of a dragoness... why was she genuinely complimenting him?\n\nHe knew the answer to that question, but he just couldn't accept it: she respected him. Really.\n\nShe was the first creature that Mar'gon had ever met that actually respected him and it was a monster that had enslaved him! \n\nNo one had ever done that until now, not even the chieftain of his tribe when he saved his life...\n\nAnd the fact that she was such a great, strong fighter, only made the realization hit even harder.\n\nShe had unwittingly, or maybe wittingly, tore open the floodgate that was his emotions, emotions that he had kept bottled up for so long...\n\nHe tried to stop it, but the emotions kept flowing and flowing and they were starting to show on his muzzle.\n\n``Feeling proud, aren't ya?''\n\nMar'gon didn't answer. He kept glowering, but it mustn't have hidden his emotions too well because M'hor'daga purred:\n\n``Silence is just another form of assent...''\n\nMar'gon shook his head, as a last-ditch effort to get a hold of himself, but the emotions wouldn't stop. They were overriding and weakening his hatred for the dragoness.\n\nHe wanted to hate her. He wanted to hate her so badly!\n\nBut he couldn't. Right then... he couldn't.\n\nHis body was screaming with delight, screaming with happiness at having been acknowledged. It was also showing how much it loved those compliments, by making him leak through his chastity belt...\n\nWhy? Why was she messing with him so badly?! All she did was saying a few words! Why was he crumbling?!\n\n``Are you having fun?'' \n\nMar'gon couldn't even muster the strength to glower anymore. What was wrong with him?!\n\n``So am I, runt... GRRRRR... So am I...'' she purred ``GRRR... This is the first FUCKING time I've ever had so much fun breaking in a slave! GRRR...'' she said, growling already from sheer pleasure. \n\nShe advanced closer and closer, leaving a visible trail of juices behind her. Mar'gon looked at her as if hypnotized. She moved like a killer, with the elegance and pose of a beautiful female.\n\n``You know... GRRR... what I like about you... GRRRR...? Even more than... GRRR... your stubbornness... GRRRR... and your determination...?''\n\nIt seemed that with every word she spoke, her scent got much, much stronger by a factor of a thousand!\n\nMar'gon only then realized that she was backing him into a corner and that he was allowing himself to be cornered.\n\nThat scent was hindering his ability to think!\n\n``The fact that... GRRRRR... you like it when I compliment you... GRRRR... on your skills...''\n\nMar'gon gulped. She had seen him right through, despite his efforts. He couldn't even try to deny it. His body was giving everything away.\n\n``I like it... GRRRR... I REALLY like that in a slave...''\n\nM'hor'daga was completely overcome by her arousal. She had even dropped her guard.\n\nMaybe...\n\nBefore he could do anything, though, she grabbed his chin with one of her paws. She didn't even sink her claws into him. She thought she had him beat so badly, that she didn't even need to fight anymore.\n\nMar'gon's mind scrambled to think of a way to fight back, but it was so difficult to think with the dragoness so close and her overwhelming scent. His body seemed to be paralyzed by her pheromones.\n\n``You'RRRRRe a real waRRRRrrrior...'' she purred.\n\nHer scent was so amazing, so powerful that Mar'gon almost felt like passing out from sheer pleasure.\n\nWait...\n\n``It's such a shame... GRRRRR... that I have to KILL YOU!'' she roared, before slamming his head down on the floor and bringing down her tail on it with a loud THUMP.\n\nAs the dust settled, nothing moved. M'ho'rdaga just stood there, panting, the other dragons were watching with horror, Mar'gon... just lied on the floor, unmoving.\n\nThe moments passed, and Mar'gon still didn't move.\n\n``GRRRR... get up!'' barked M'hor'daga ``GET UP!''\n\nMar'gon didn't move. He didn't even breathe. The only thing that moved was the blood trickling from his head. The other dragons gasped in horror, their worst suspicions confirmed.\n\n``FUCKING GET UP!'' roared M'hor'daga, but once again Mar'gon's body didn't even twitch.\n\n``FUCK!'' screamed M'hor'daga as the truth of what she had done hit her ``I overdid it again! GRRRRRRRR... FUUUUUUUUUCK! Stupid fucking slave!''\n\nShe swiped her tail in frustration and hit the wall so hard that a section of it came off, and almost hit one of the other dragons.\n\n``GRRRRR....WHY?! FUCKING WHY?! Every FUCKING TIME!'' she continued, spitting flames against the wall ``EVERY FUCKING TIME they die when things start getting GOOD! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR...''\n\nShe continued swiping her tail, spitting fire and curses at the walls and ceiling and even a couple of inches from the other slaves, making them scream in terror.\n\nIt took her a long while to calm down. When she did, the cave looked like a battlefield.\n\n``I really hoped...'' she whispered to herself ``For once... Bah! Nevermind! Let's get rid of this waste of meat before my useless sister finds out about this...''\n\nShe grabbed his head with one of her paws and-\n\nWHACK!\n\nThe sound reverberated throughout the cavern as if an explosion had just taken place.\n\nM'hor'daga recoiled as if stung. A collective gasp escaped the bound muzzles of every single captive dragon as they took in the scene.\n\nMar'gon was alive! And he looked incredibly smug.\n\nIt worked!\n\nHe only managed to land a light tap, but it might as well had been a full blown blast of dragon fire for the shock it had caused.\n\nHe had done it! He had landed a hit! He had finally hit a S'handagaran dragoness! And not just any s'handagaran dragoness! One of the worst of them! No one had ever managed something like that! \n\nHe felt amazing! This felt even better than when he had killed Wretches!\n\nM'hor'daga may kill him for this, but he didn't care! It had been worth it! It had been SO worth it!\n\nFor several long moments, everything stopped, as if frozen in time. Even the air seemed to be too shocked by the scene that had just unfolded to move. The only sound that could be heard was Mar'gon's heavy panting and breathing.\n\nM'hor'daga held her left cheek with her left fore-paw, staring at the ground as if she couldn't believe what had just happened.\n\n``He.. he... he...''\n\nWhatever joy and pride Mar'gon felt evaporated as quickly as it had come, and... for the first time in a long time... he felt a tinge of fear.\n\n``hahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!''\n\nThat laughter was so evil that it shouldn't even exist in this world. Not even the sickest dragons, in his darkest nightmares, could conjure a sound so monstrous and so terrifying at the same time.\n\n``HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!''\n\nM'hor'daga continued laughing his evil and monstrous laughter, showing no sign of stopping, looking even scarier than usual as she did.\n\nMar'gon remained rooted on the post, despite his mounting fear, while the other dragons had scampered so far away and were now huddled onto the far corner of the wall like scared hatch-lings.\n\n``GGGGGGGRRRRRRHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARARARARAHAHAHAHAHAHARARARAHA!!!''\n\nEvery second that passed, her laughter seemed to grow louder and growling sounds mixed in with it, making it even more terrifying.\n\nHer scent had gotten so intoxicating that Mar'gon could only just barely contain the screaming needs and feelings of his body, despite getting as far away from her as he could. \n\n``HAHARArarahaaaa... You... GRRRRR...'' M'hor'daga finally growled, amid fits of manic giggles ``my sisterRRRrrrr... GRRRR... was WRRRRRRONG about you... GRRRRR...''\n\n*PLOP\n\nThat sound reverberated through the cavern like a thunder. M'hor'daga was leaking so badly that huge drops of juices were falling down on the floor, no longer trickling down from her legs. \n\n*PLOP *PLOP\n\nShe was also salivating like crazy and had a manic look in her eyes that Mar'gon had never seen in a living thing before. Not even the Wretches during the peak of their blood-lust looked as manic as this.\n\n``You'RRRRRRRRRRH NOT... GRRRRRR... a good FIT forRRRRRMERRRR... GRRRRR...''\n\nShe had even started slurring her words. It was even worse than Mahr'daga, and she also screamed some of the words, as if she could barely hold herself together.\n\n``You'rRRRRRRE PERRRRRRRRRRFECT!'' she roared and before Mar'gon could register what she had just told him, she struck with unnatural speed, pinning him to the ground.\n\nBefore Mar'gon could even think of struggling, she opened her jaws wide and bit his neck, right below his jawline.\n\nIt was the dreaded ``Bite of death''. Once a dragon was trapped in the ``Bite of Death'' they couldn't defend themselves or break free. \n\nOne little twist and his life would be over. There was nothing left for him but to either submit or die.\n\nHe could already M'hor'daga's poison coursing through his veins, amplifying his pain tenfold.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nHis body was screaming at him to surrender at the top of its lungs. It was screaming so loudly that his mind couldn't shut it off at all.\n\nBut he couldn't! He would never submit! He had to figh-\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nAs if reading his emotions, M'hor'daga bit down on his neck harder and then clawed at it too, tearing off skin and scale.\n\nThe pain was unbearable. He could barely lift a paw. She was so strong, so big, so powerful. And she smelled so good!\n\nMar'gon, for the first time since fighting the Wretches for the first time, felt truly afraid. He felt panic coursing through him, amplifying his pain and his internal screaming even more.\n\nHis mind was awash with fear and panic. He couldn't focus. He couldn't think. What could he do?!\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nAs if the dragoness was sensing his fear, she bit down so hard that she cut off his air supply.\n\nInstincts too over. He struggled desperately to break himself free of the Bite of Death. But all that achieved was making the dragoness bite down even harder on his neck and claw at it even more.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nThe more she bit and clawed, and the more he struggled, the more turned on she was. He could smell it only too well.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nPart of him wanted to stop fighting, just to stop her from getting excited, but he couldn't. Panic wouldn't let him.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nHis struggles were growing weaker and weaker. Even his internal screaming was starting to grow fainter.\n\nThe dragoness showed no sign of relenting. In fact, she went at it even further, but the pain was starting to grow a bit weaker.\n\nWas that it? Was that the end?\n\nNo. It wasn't.\n\nOnce again, as if sensing he was about to pass out. M'hor'daga lifted the pressure on his neck, but only enough to allow a small bit of air through his lungs.\n\nHowever, before Mar'gon could breathe or even utter a single sound, she blew a cloud of pheromones through her nostrils. \n\nIt caught him completely unprepared and, air-starved as he was, he inhaled the entire thing. \n\nMar'gon felt his entire body explode with joy. It was the most amazing scent that he had ever felt, much better than Mahr'daga: sweet, feminine, strong, powerful, spicy, overwhelming... it had everything.\n\nNot only that, he felt his entire body felt energized by it, as if it had just been injected with another dose of stimulant.\n\nNo... This was much more powerful. It felt as if his body had taken three or four doses of stimulant.\n\nHis mind tried to reject it, but it was completely useless. His body craved, screamed that it wanted more of it. It wanted it so bad that it was trying to shut off the protests of his mind, and since it had been energized so much, it was succeeding!\n\nMar'gon tried desperately to fight not only against M'hor'daga's Bite of Death, but against the assault on his mind.\n\nAfter just a few moments though, the dragoness blew another cloud of pheromones on his head.\n\nMar'gon tried to hold his breath, but his body refused to obey him. He inhaled the entire thing once again.\n\nHis body craved nothing more than to submit, to be taken, to be conquered, to be broken, to be destroyed by this terrifying, strong, beautiful dragoness.\n\nIts needs were so powerful that they demolished his mental barriers, cutting through them like they were made of paper and conquering every inch of his brain.\n\nHis mind was breaking down and there was no amount of struggling against it that could stop the flood of submission.\n\nHe could only struggle desperately against the Bite of Death, but only because panic and fear were still strong in his mind... but for how long?\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nHe didn't get to wonder on that question, because M'hor'daga bit his neck harshly once more, cutting off his air and then clawed at his neck once more.\n\nHe started struggling desperately again, but this time he struggled with so much force, like a prey struggling against the claws and jaws of a predator, fighting for their life.\n\nOnly, a prey didn't fight as hard as he could...\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nOne wrong move and he might accidentally impale himself on the dragoness's teeth, or even snap his own neck by mistake.\n\nBut struggling on he did, despite the pain, despite his body, despite the dragoness's scent. \n\nWhatever part of his mind that hadn't been conquered by the needs of his body was in full panic-mode. Nothing but surviving and escaping remained.\n\nHe had never felt this way. Ever.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nHe couldn't breathe and yet he struggled on and on, as if his body didn't even need air to fight.\n\nThe dragoness didn't relent one bit. She kept biting ever-so-slightly harder as moments passed. She smelled so aroused now that it was a miracle she hadn't cummed yet...\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nEverything hurt, his skin, his muscles, his bones, his joints. He felt blood coursing through what felt like thousands of cuts, bruises, gashes. He couldn't even lift a muscle.\n\nEvery fiber of his body was on fire, and yet he struggled on.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!''\n\nAs moments went on though, he could feel his body starting to crave air once more, and his struggles starting to get a bit weaker...\n\nHe couldn't fight on for much longer.\n\nM'hor'daga sensed this. However, this time, she completely let got of Mar'gon's neck and blew another cloud of pheromones on him.\n\nIt was the killing blow... to his struggles.\n\nMar'gon felt the remnants of his mind completely shut off. His fear and panic, long forgotten. Even his pain was receding.\n\nOnly his body could be heard, and it was screaming his arousal only too well. It was also showing it too well.\n\nMar'gon didn't notice it, but he was now leaking through the chastity belt so much that his groin was stained.\n\nIt was nothing compared to the arousal of the dragoness. She had left a big lake of juices under her groin.\n\nWhen he looked at M'hor'daga in her eyes, she saw a monster completely overcome by arousal and feral frenzy. And yet, he felt his heart melt, from arousal and from the overwhelming desire to submit.\n\nShe was so beautiful, so strong, so powerful... He just had to submit. It was the only way. It was the right way.\n\n``D'.... GRRRRRRRR.... YUH.... GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR... YIELDGGGRRRRRRRRR?'' growled M'hor'daga.\n\nHe nodded.\n\nM'hor'daga's face burst into the biggest, most sadistic smile he had ever seen.\n\n``GRRRRRRoooood...'' she growled.\n\nThat was all the warning Mar'gon got before M'hor'daga grabbed his head, ripped off the muzzle binding his jaws and then shoved his muzzle right inside her pussy.\n\n(...)\n\nMar'gon had never been muzzle-fucked before. He had always been forced to watch Dar'gon getting his face runted by Mahr'daga.\n\nEvery time he came back from a session, the dragon looked like his muzzle had been raked by Wretches for an entire day and worse. And yet, he always looked so happy, as if he had been given the best gift a dragon could get.\n\nHe had never really understood it why... but now that HE was the one getting his face runted... he did.\n\nIf Mar'gon had though M'hor'daga had smelled amazing before, it was nothing compared to this.\n\nEvery single particle of air had also been supercharged with her already amazing scent, adding a musky quality that made it irresistible.\n\nIt was also much more powerful than the cloud of pheromones that he had been forced to inhale before, which made him want more and more.\n\nIf there was even a smidgen of resistance left in him, that scent completely wiped it off, along with every other feeling that he had.\n\nFear, panic, anger, didn't exist anymore. It was as if they never existed at all and never would.\n\nOnly pure, raw lust and arousal remained... along with the pain.\n\nIf he had thought he knew how brutal a S'handaran dragoness could be when fucking her slaves, he had been dead wrong.\n\nCompared to M'hor'daga's relentless assault, what Dar'gon endured when Mahr'daga muzzle-fucked him looked like a light fuck.\n\nThis was a real, no-hold-back, brutal, extreme muzzle-fucking in every sense of the word. M'hor'daga didn't care at all if she was breaking his muzzle, cause serious bleeding or even maim him. She didn't care if she killed him by accident either.\n\nOnly her pleasure mattered, nothing else.\n\nShe also didn't care about ``savoring the moment'', like Mahr'daga liked to do. She just wanted to cum, as soon as possible. Period.\n\nShe also couldn't care about giving ``tips'', or ``feedback'' or ``lessons on how life serving S'handagaran dragonesses was like'', or any such thing. She fucked his muzzle and that was it.\n\nShe didn't care if her slaves could perform the many things Mahr'daga demanded. When she fucked them, they had to endure it. Period.\n\nAlso unlike Mahr'daga, M'hor'daga was nowhere near as good in keeping her arousal in check. She had barely started fucking and had already given in fully to lust. Her assaults were getting much quicker and fiercer already.\n\nNot a single word escaped her maws, just saliva and blood. The only sound she emitted were deep, guttural growls that shook his bones to the marrow and put Mahr'daga's to shame.\n\nHer eyes were bloodshot and manic. They were the eyes of a dragoness completely consumed by lust and by feral frenzy.\n\nShe looked so frightening, and yet so beautiful as she muzzle-fucked him. So strong, so powerful, so intimidating, so... \n\nEverything a real warrior looked like when they fucked...\n\nMar'gon had never seen a female fuck like a real warrior, and now that he had... now that was getting fucked by a real warrior, it felt so... \n\nHe didn't know if the pheromones had completely destroyed his moral compass, but it felt so... right.\n\nThis dragoness was much stronger and powerful than him, and it was only fair that the weak submitted to the strong. That what they taught him from the day he started basic training and what his father had always taught him.\n\nSo, it was fair that he submitted to her...\n\nDespite the brutal assault and the pain, he started licking M'hor'daga's pussy. His movements were nowhere near as good as they were when he was under Mahr'daga, but fortunately for him, M'hor'daga didn't care about that.\n\nIf Mahr'daga had been there, she would have definitely been disappointed and scolded him for not doing it the right way. \n\nM'hor'daga, though, loved it. She didn't care that his movements would have been considered terrible by her sister. The fact that Mar'gon still had the energy and will to worship her was sending her over the moon.\n\nShe didn't say anything about it, but she didn't need to. Mar'gon had been around S'handagaran dragonesses long enough to know that she was ready for the next part of her dominating her slaves, and wouldn't be is she wasn't getting really turned on.\n\nAnd indeed, after a short while, the next part started: muzzle-runting.\n\nIf what Mar'gon had experienced before was painful, it was nothing compared to this. Unlike Mahr'daga, M'hor'daga didn't care whether a slave's head could fit inside her pussy without breaking it.\n\nShe just did it, and that was that.\n\nHer pussy was wide enough, even wider than Mahr'daga's, but still not wide enough to fit his head, at all. \n\nThe innards pressed so hard on his skull, that they threatened to break it at any moment, as if they too were dominating him. He also felt as if his entire skin was being peeled off, as his scales proved to be no match for the innards and labias of her pussy. \n\nThe movements were also much more brutal and much faster. It was a miracle his head still remained attached to his neck.\n\nHis lungs were on fire. They could breathe the tiniest amount of air before his head was violently shoved back in and were forced to inhale M'hor'daga's scent.\n\nAnd yet... he never whined or complained even once.\n\nHer pheromones were so powerful and so strong, that they were numbing to numb the pain that he felt. This brutal assault felt no more painful that getting raked with her claws or bitten with her teeth.\n\nHis arousal had gotten so intense that the pain didn't prevent him at all from continuing his worshiping. The more he endured, the more he grew to like it. And the more he grew to like it, the more he wanted to worship her.\n\nNo wonder Dar'gon loved to endure getting his face runted so much...\n\nBut unlike Dar'gon, he was pleasing a REAL warrior, an ACTUALLY strong dragoness, an a REAL beauty. She was ten times more beautiful than that ungrateful monster that was Mahr'daga. \n\nIf this real warrior was fucking him, it was because she had deemed him worthy. And he wanted to prove that she had made the right decision.\n\nAnd the fact that she deemed him worthy...\n\nIt was definitive proof that he was better than that runt!\n\nHe could continue to slave away under Mahr'daga. He was pleasing a dragoness worthy of being worshiped, for she showed her dominance with facts, with her body, with her scent, instead of lectures and words...\n\nThis was a dragoness worth submitting to...\n\nAs that realization sunk in, he put even more effort into his licking, despite the fact that every fiber of his head hurt, despite the fact that M'hor'daga was going too fast for him to keep up, and the fact that he couldn't even remember any of Mahr'daga's lessons...\n\nStill, M'hor'daga didn't mind at all. In fact, she loved it and she runted his muzzle with even more ferocity.\n\nFor the first time ever, Mar'gon was finally worshiping a S'handagaran dragoness the right way.\n\nIt was amazing.\n\nIt was amazing that his job was finally getting a little acknowledged. It was amazing not to be reprimanded for not being perfect at worshiping. \n\nIt was amazing that this monster of a dragoness craved nothing more than pure, simple, submission and didn't demand anything else from him and that he could deliver it.\n\nIt was the best feeling in the world.\n\nHowever, he didn't get to revel in it for long, because after a few more brutal runts, M'hor'daga shoved Mar'gon's muzzle so hard inside her pussy that only his horns stopped his head from going further, then roared her pleasure as she came hard on his head.\n\nMar'gon didn't even have time to do react before his face was hit by the full force of M'hor'daga's orgasm.\n\nMar'gon tried to drink the cum, like Dar'gon did, but his jaws hurt too much to work properly. It was also the first time he had been forced to drink a S'handagaran dragoness's cum and so much of it all at once.\n\nHe could only manage to drink a small portion of it, while the rest exploded out of the dragoness's pussy, splattering on the walls, on the floor, but mostly his head, his neck and chest.\n\nHer cum was probably the most amazing thing Mar'gon had ever tasted. Nothing could ever come close to this. Not even coal was as tasty. \n\nNo wonder Dar'gon had become so addicted to this stuff...\n\nHe wanted more, but the stuff was coming in way too fast for him to catch up. It clung to his scales, his skin, his nostrils, his throat. He started coughing and splattering and this caused even more of a mess.\n\nIf Mahr'daga had been here, she would have definitely bitten his head off for this. He had no idea how Dar'gon managed to be so clean...\n\nFortunately, M'hor'daga was too lost in pleasure to care, and she probably wouldn't have cared either way.\n\nAfter all, a real warrior doesn't care about nonsense like being clean when they fucked.\n\nTime passed and M'hor'daga's orgasm continued to last seemingly forever, without losing force. It was like being hit by an endless avalanche, but Mar'gon didn't mind it at all.\n\nHowever, after a short while, he realized that he was starting to run really low on oxygen.\n\nBy that point, M'hor'daga's cum covered his entire head, coating it in a thick, tasty and wonderful-smelling layer that prevented him from breathing at all. It coated his jaws too, seemingly sticking them together and was hindering his throat too.\n\nHe wanted to whine, even a little, but he held it back. Even if he had whined, the dragoness wouldn't have cared one bit. She couldn't care less if he died of asphyxiation.\n\nEither he was gonna survive his first muzzle-runting... or he wasn't. He had to endure. He had to survive, no matter what.\n\nHe would endure it.\n\nIt was so difficult though. The orgasm continued unabated, and the cum seemed to taunt him to drink it, knowing full well that he couldn't as it glued his jaws together and stuck to his scales like glue.\n\nHe couldn't even see anymore. The cum had stuck his eyes shut. Every natural air-way that he had had been clogged with M'hor'daga's cum. \n\nHe couldn't hold out for long, his brain was screaming for oxygen. It threatened to die if it didn't get any soon.\n\nBut he would endure! He would never pass out!\n\nEventually, after a long while, and when he thought that he really couldn't take it anymore, M'hor'daga's orgasm did seem to slow down, and when he did, it came to a quick stop.\n\nHe then took a small breath of relief when his head was removed from her pussy. By that point, Mar'gon's head, neck, and chest was covered with cum so much, that he didn't think it would ever get off, even if he washed it thoroughly.\n\nAnd even if he did manage to wash it off, the smell would definitely remain.\n\nAnd he didn't mind that. He didn't mind it one bit. After all, warriors always liked to mark their catches, so that everybody knew it was theirs...\n\n``GRRRRRRRRRRRRFUCK!'' growled M'hor'daga ``EET WAHSRRR... GRRRRRRR... A LUHNGG.... FRRRRUCKING TIME... GRRRRR...''\n\nHer words were so barely intelligible it seemed it was too difficult for her to even speak or form coherent words.\n\nShe was looking like a wild, powerful, unstoppable beast. A feral monster that couldn't be defeated and couldn't be conquered in any way shape or form. A demon that could conquer the whole world with the barest of efforts, destroy anyone that could stand in her path with a swipe of paws.\n\nShe looked like a goddess of death and destruction. It was the most magnificent sight that Mar'gon had ever seen...\n\n``YUH'RRRRRRRRe... GRRRRR... TH' FIRRRRRRRST... GRRRRR... T' SUHRRRRRRRRRRRV'VERRRR... GRRRRR... MY MUHZZZZL-FUCKING...''\n\nThose words stirred something huge, deep inside Mar'gon. Was it happiness? Yes, but it wasn't just happiness... It felt like... pride...\n\nPride like hadn't felt in a very, VERY, long time. No... pride like he had never felt! And it had come after he had been just muzzle-raped.\n\nHe shouldn't feel so proud of himself... He shouldn't feel like he had achieved the impossible... This shouldn't feel like his biggest accomplishment... \n\nAnd yet he did, and it felt so right.\n\n``LOOK!'' growled M'hor'daga, staring at the cavern ``LOOK... GRRRRR... T' MESS... GRRRR... YUH'V MADDDDGGGGGG...''\n\n``YOU!'' she barked at the other dragons, who hadn't uttered even a meep the entire time ``MAK' YURRRRRRRRRS'LVS... GRRRRR... UHS'FUL... GRRRR...  CLE'N UHP!''\n\nThe dragons immediately got to work and started lapping all the cum that was plastered on the floor and walls.\n\nMar'gon could hear their ecstasy as soon as they started gulping down the stuff. They sounded like they had never eaten it before. And now that they had, they started licking ravenously.\n\nThey weren't alone in feeling this way either. Mar'gon felt himself yearning badly for the dragoness's cum, and as the moments passed it had grown into an extremely painful desire. \n\n``TIRRRRRRRRRRRR'D, SLUHT?'' growled M'hor'daga, her words still barely intelligible...\n\nMar'gon looked at her and shook his head. He needed the dragoness's cum. He needed it so badly!\n\n``GUUUD... GRRRRR... `CUZ WE'RRRRRRRRR J'ST GHTT'N WUHRRRRRRRRRM'D UHP!'' she roared before she shoved his head back inside her pussy and started muzzle-fucking him again.\n\nIt didn't taker her long to build up speed and power either. M'hor'daga had such an amazing stamina compared to weak Mahr'daga. It usually took her a while before she could resume muzzle-fucking...\n\nWHAAACCCK!\n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nMar'gon screamed through M'hor'daga's muzzle at the top of his lungs, as pain like he had never felt before had just exploded in his right thigh.\n\nWHAAACCCK!\n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nPain, pain so unbearable that no living creature could bear, flared up in his left thigh. It was a pain that dwarfed every other pain that he had felt until this point. It felt like pain that shouldn't even exist in this world.\n\nHis body wasn't just the only one suffering, his mind was as well, as if an evil spirit had infiltrated his body and was destroying it from within.\n\nWHAAACCCK!\n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nThen, came the fear. It was true, it was genuine, like he hadn't felt since the first time he had faced the Wretches.\n\nNo, this was somehow even worse...\n\nThat pain, that sound, that strength, the ability to sap his strength by touch alone, to instill such dread into him... there was no doubt about it... It was the Punisher!\n\n``LUT'SSSSSSS SEERRRRRRR... HOW YUH... GRRRRR... HAND'L SUHMMMRRRRRRR... GRRRRRFRRRUCKING PAIN!'' she growled as she whacked him a third time on his rump.\n\nWHAAACCCK!\n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\n``Does it hurrrRRRRRRt... GRRRRR... slut?!'' \n\nMar'gon cried, literally. \n\nHe had never felt so much horrendous pain, both physical and mental. Every strike felt like his body would disintegrate any minute or that he would die from sheer pain.\n\nHe had thought Mahr'daga was just exaggerating when she described how painful the Punisher was, or that the twins were just over-dramatic...\n\nNo. It was every bit as painful as Mahr'daga had described.\n\nHow could the twins handle it, let alone get off to it?!\n\n``GUHHRRRRRRRD!'' M'hor'daga half-growled, half-cackled as she whipped him on his rump again.\n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nNo wonder no dragon could defy a S'handagaran dragoness. How could they when they were so strong and powerful and had a whip so painful and horrible?\n\nNo wonder these dragons were so afraid of M'hor'daga. She must have whipped them with the Punisher every day.\n\n``G'T... GRRRRRRRUSED... GRRRR... T' IT... GRRRR... SRRRRRRRRLUT!'' growled M'hor'daga so deeply that it was impossible to determine what was growl and what was word.\n\nWHAAACCCK!\n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nNo amount of training, endurance tests or battles could ever have prepared Mar'gon for this. There were moments where he wanted to die, just to get the pain to stop.\n\nBut he had to endure it. He had to prove to this strong, brutal and beautiful dragoness that he wasn't weak like the other dragons.\n\nHe had to show her that he wouldn't break, or crumble, no matter how horrendous the pain was.\n\nWHAAACCCK!\n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nHe would endure this, and he would continue worshiping the dragoness, because that was what slaves deemed worthy by real warriors did.\n\nDespite the horrendous pain, he found within the energy to lick her pussy and even give it a few kisses, eliciting loud sounds from the dragoness, between a growl and a roar.\n\nM'hor'daga came very close to cumming again right then and there, but she managed a hold of herself. \n\nShe rewarded him for doing such a good job at worshiping her by runting his muzzle with even more ferocity and whip him with even more brutality.\n\nWHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! \n\n``AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nMar'gon's body no longer worked. It was paralyzed with pain and numbness. Every single muscle seemed to have atrophied, except for his lips and tongue.\n\nIt could only offer the barest of licking and kissing, but that was all that M'hor'daga needed.\n\nWHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! \n\n``AAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nShe was so good... Every single one of her movements when she fucked screamed ``conqueror''. She didn't need perfect worshiping to get herself off. She didn't need everything to be perfect to cum...\n\nShe really was a real warrior, through and through... She really deserved every once of worshiping she could get.\n\nWHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! \n\n``AAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nThe brutal whipping continued unabated, however, as time went on, the blows no longer seemed to hurt as much. Was he about to really pass out from the pain?\n\nNo... that wasn't it...\n\nHe no longer felt such pain because he was growing accustomed to it... Somehow, he had! In fact, he was starting to like it a little...\n\nWHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! \n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nM'hor'daga noticed this, however, so she doubled the rate of whipping and power behind every single one of them.\n\nWHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! \n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nThe pain was killer. No living thing could survive it, and yet not only Mar'gon endured it, but he didn't pass out either. \n\nHe stayed awake the entire time and never paused his worshiping. He didn't even slack on it.\n\nWHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! \n\n``MMMMMHHHHHHPPPPPHHHHHGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nM'hor'daga started whipping him and runting him as if she had completely lost control of herself as she got closer and closer to cumming, but Mar'gon endured it.\n\nWHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK! WHAAACCCK!\n\n``MMHHHPPHHHGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!''\n\nHe endured everything and continued worshiping her pussy all the time, never wavering, never stopping.\n\nThis proved to be too much for the dragoness. \n\nShe roared so loud that small pebbles fell down from the walls and ceiling as she came right then and there one more time.\n\nThen, she started breathing breathing fire against the floor, melting it in seconds and scorching everything around it.\n\nIt was truly another powerful sight to behold. Mahr'daga's flames couldn't compare to this, at all. She had never managed to cause such destruction in all the time he had spent with her.\n\nJust like her orgasms couldn't compare to this dragoness's. THIS was a how a real warrior cummed: brutal, fierce, unstoppable, explosive, destructive. It carried the power of ten of Mahr'daga's orgasm.\n\nMar'gon, once again, tried to drink all the cum he could. He did better than last time, but still nowhere near good enough. \n\nSoon enough, his head was completely covered in another, thicker, layer of the dragoness's cum. His neck was also completely coated in another layer, and so was most of his chest, and even his front paws.\n\nThey weren't the only parts of his body that were completely stained... \n\nHis cock was leaking so much now that a huge pool of pre-cum had deposited onto the floor and had completely stained his crotch. It was also trying so hard to break free of the chastity belt that it was actually painful.\n\nHowever, no matter how hard it tried, the chastity belt wouldn't budge one bit. Mar'gon's pleasure had peaked and it wouldn't go any farther no matter how much cum he drunk.\n\nThe only thing that didn't stop increasing was the excruciating heat inside his body, which kept getting worse and worse the more cum he drunk.\n\nThis orgasm seemed to last even longer than the first one. M'hor'daga had such an amazing stamina, much more than Mahr'daga.\n\nShe had cummed not that long while ago, and yet she had the strength to produce another powerful orgasm in such a short while. Not only that, she still found the strength to continue whipping him with feral blood-lust.\n\nShe was the most amazing warrior that had ever walked on this planet, and she deserved the best worshiping...\n\nWhen the dragoness was finally finished with her second orgasm, Mar'gon had no feeling left on his rump and his hind legs. His front legs couldn't support his weight anymore, and his neck and tail couldn't fight against the force of gravity anymore.\n\nHis eyelids were completely glued together with the cum, his nostrils were clogged, his skin felt like it was on fire. \n\nHis probably had lost most of his scales and he was also so out of breath that his lungs felt on fire every time he breathed.\n\nHe was now a complete wreck, and yet he didn't feel bad at all. He had done it again. He had endured the most brutal assault a dragon had ever endured. Not even Dar'gon could have managed such a feat.\n\nHowever, his relief was short-lived. The heat in his body had gotten so strong his body physically hurt, much more than before!\n\nIt was a different kind of pain, but no less intense than what he endured with the Punisher, and no less horrendous.\n\nHe needed M'hor'daga's cum... He needed it so badly! He started to desperately lap at the cum stuck on him, but it wasn't enough. He needed more! He even started struggling a little and begging, in the hope that M'hor'daga would give him more of her delicious cum.\n\n``AWWWRRRRRRRRR... GRRRRR...'' growled M'hor'daga ``DO'S T' SLUHT... GRRRRR... SRRRRRRUT... GRRRRR... W'NT M'RRRRRRRRR CUHM?''\n\nMar'gon whined the most submissive, desperate and begging sound he could ever utter, as he struggled against his heat. \n\nIt was a sound that put all the submissive sounds that he had made with Mahr'daga to shame.\n\nM'hor'daga looked at him with a feral grin, satisfied by his answer.\n\n``GUHD...'' was all that she managed to say before she started fucking his muzzle a third time, with even more ferocity.\n\n(...)\n\n``Did you sleep well, slut?'' asked M'hor'daga.\n\nNo. Mar'gon hadn't slept at all that night for three main reasons. \n\nFirst, M'hor'daga had muzzle-runted him no less than twenty times before she was satisfied. Second, his arousal had gotten too intense, burning and unbearable to sleep. Third, because of all the wounds he had endured.\n\nShe had used the Punisher sparingly on him after her second runting, but it was little consolation to him as she decided to replace it with her claws and teeth.\n\nWhen she was done, his body had been more bruises and cuts than scales and skin. His color looked more closely to that blood than that of metallic red. Even his stripes were barely recognizable...\n\nThen, after she was satisfied, she had bound him in stocks, muzzled him again, and left him there to stew in his heat.\n\nAt least she allowed him to drink the cum that was stuck to his scales, and she got the other dragons to finish cleaning him up.\n\nHowever, it had run out too quickly and no matter how much he begged, M'hor'daga wouldn't give him anymore.\n\nAt least, he hadn't been alone in suffering this heat. The other dragons seemed to have fared even worse than he did...\n\nNow that he had stewed on it the whole night, and that the heat in his body had become much more bearable, the familiar feeling of anger and rage were resurfacing.\n\nHe felt angry not just at M'hor'daga, for beating him and raping him. But he was mostly angry at himself for not fighting hard enough, for succumbing to her.\n\nHowever, his body had no regrets whatsoever. It had loved it, it had loved it so much. It would gladly submit again, given the chance to go back in time. It wouldn't listen to a single thing his mind had to say.\n\nNo matter how much his mind wished to forget, his body made it remember every single moment in every excruciating and hot detail. No matter how much he wanted to stop dwelling on it, the smell of M'hor'daga's cum stuck to him, always reminded him of what had happened.\n\nThat and the heat would remind him, time and again that he was now marked as a slave, forever.\n\nFurther compounding it was the fact, as M'hor'daga had so happily told him before going to bed, that if he stopped eating her cum, his body would die, literally. She had killed some of her slaves like that, because they hadn't performed well enough.\n\nHe was effectively bound to her, in every possible way, whether he liked it or not. He could never, ever escape...\n\n``Bet you didn't sleep at all, didn't ya?'' taunted M'hor'daga ``Well, no wonder! With all the cum you drunk like a whore! Bet you're hurting aren't ya? Don't worry, I got just the thing for you...''\n\nMar'gon wanted to shoot her a withering look, but before he could do that, the dragoness stuffed a mask with a tube attached to it on top of his head.\n\nMar'gon realized immediately what it was, and what M'hor'daga was about to do, and that brought him no consolation at all.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\nThe moment M'hor'daga's concentrated pheromones hit his nostrils, he felt like he had been hit with ten amazing-smelling boulders rolling down a slope and then falling off a cliff.\n\nIt was so amazing, and yet so overwhelming! His brain couldn't process such an amazing and concentrated scent. His body though did, and was eternally grateful. So grateful in fact, that it wanted more and more.\n\n``See? Aren't I generous?'' she purred ``I always reward a good slave... like you...''\n\nThe moment he heard those words ``good slave'', Mar'gon felt his body going over the moon. Literally.\n\nIn his mind, he was angry, but his felt as if he had just been given one of the best compliments of his life.\n\nHis body felt so good, that he could feel his happiness and arousal seep into his mind, and starting to cancel out the anger. \n\nHis cock had once again started pushing hard against his chastity belt again, and leaking on the floor already.\n\nHad the dragoness's cum and pheromones already changed him so much?\n\n``Enjoy huffing my scent slut, I'll be back in a moment...'' said M'hor'dagas as she turned towards her other slaves, who were still struggling badly with their heat.\n\n``How did you all slept, ya useless pieces of trash?''\n\nEach and every one of them answered in unison with a single pitiful whine.\n\n``Bet the heat is killing you doesn't it? Bet you'd like to huff my pheromones a little, don't ya? Drink more of my cum?''\n\nAll twelve dragons nodded in unison.\n\n``Well, forget it! Only ACTUAL, USEFUL slaves get to huff my pheromones and drink my cum, not worthless pieces of trash like you!''\n\nEvery single one of the recoiled as if they had just been raked on their muzzle.\n\n``Well? Why are you all looking so scared? You should be happy! For once, I'm in a fucking good mood! And it's all thanks to this fucking slut!'' she said, raking Mar'gon's rump with her claws and making him scream.\n\n``Thanks to this fucking slut, FOR ONCE I've woken up actually happy! Which means no special training for any of you!''\n\nThe dragons exhaled a collective sigh of relief. One of them even started sobbing a little.\n\n``Why the fuck are you crying?!'' barked M'hor'daga, shutting the dragon up immediately ``There's still plenty of time to change my mind!''\n\nThe dragon looked away immediately, as if he had done the worst possible crime a dragon could commit.\n\n``Enjoy it while you can... but don't get used to it! All it takes is one little fuck from this slut, and it's back to special training for you!''\n\nEvery body gasped, and so did Mar'gon. Was this dragoness going to punish every single one of them, for his mistakes?!\n\nEven the pheromones couldn't dampen his mounting rage now. \n\n``And remember: even if, by the grace of S'aphur'daraga, you stop being so fucking useless, and I stop being so pissed off at you every time I look at you, remember that you'll always be worthless pieces of trash, and no fucking S'handagaran dragoness worth her salt would take your pathetic rumps, not even the S'hur'dayan army would take you as army whores!''\n\nDespite the pheromones, despite the heat in his body, hearing those words made Mar'gon's blood boil.\n\nThose poor things!\n\nThey had done nothing wrong! They were dragons just trying to live their lives, and now they were forced to endure the worst of suffering, because this monster of a dragoness was impossible to please!\n\nOnly HE could please her apparently...\n\nIn this regard, she really was the same as Mahr'daga. The only difference was that the positions had been reversed. Mar'gon was getting complimented, while the others were getting berated.\n\nThis dragoness may be worthy of respect, she may be a real warrior, she may have consider him worthy of being fucked by her, she may be a beautiful and powerful dragoness, she may still smell and taste amazing, but she was still a fucking monster!\n\nHis body liked her, he liked her very much... but at the same time... his mind hated her for being so horrible!\n\n``You wished you were even a TENTH as useful as he was! You wished you could endure muzzle-runting as well as HIM! You wished you could handle pain as well as HIM...''\n\nMar'gon tried to keep hold of his hatred for the dragoness, but with every word of praise coming out of her mouth, he felt his arousal surging, making the turmoil inside him even worse.\n\nHis body loved it when that monster praised him, and in front of others too. He always loved it when it happened...\n\nBut his mind hated how she was torturing these poor innocent dragons, just for the crime of not meeting her impossible standards. He always hated when he saw that happen...\n\n``Unlike YOU... THIS slave here actually has a chance of being sold to a REAL S'handagaran dragoness. A REAL dragoness that KNOWS how to treat their slaves and how to handle them...'' she raked his rump one more time to emphasize her point.\n\n``See? He doesn't cry like a fucking loser every time he gets touched or handled roughly''\n\nThe more the dragoness talked, the more pride and arousal swelled inside Mar'gon, and the more his anger grew. It was a miracle his body hadn't exploded from his internal turmoil.\n\nHe was too busy trying to reign his whirlwind of emotions that he never noticed M'hor'daga grabbing a hold of his head. \n\n``He's gonna have a bright future ahead of him... if he can keep this up...''\n\nIt was the touch of a strong, powerful warrior. The kind of warrior that could kill anything and anyone. The kind of warrior that never wavered in front of danger, death, or worse. The kind of warrior that WOULD succeed, no matter what.\n\nThe kind of warrior that protected everything she considered hers and would never allow anyone to touch it.\n\nThe kind of warrior that Mar'gon loved to be, that Mar'gon loved. \n\nHe wanted to lose himself in her touch, but at the same time wanted to glare at her as defiantly as he could.\n\n``Remember slut...'' she purred ``one fuck-up... all it takes is one fuck-up... and I'm gonna make them pay...''\n\nThose words made something huge click inside him. \n\nIf he had to do everything he could to please this dragoness to save those poor innocent dragons, to keep her happy so the others wouldn't suffer... he would do it, no matter how humiliating, painful or embarrassing it was.\n\nHe failed to protect his village, but he would protect those poor innocent dragons! This time he wouldn't fail!\n\nHis decision must have shown on his face, because M'hor'daga got so close to him that he could smell her breath, already so thick with pheromones.\n\n``Are you gonna become worthless, like those pieces of shit?'' challenged M'hor'daga.\n\nMar'gon growled, before he could even process what he was doing.\n\n``Are you gonna be good for me?''\n\nMar'gon growled even louder.\n\n``Are you gonna be a good slave?!''\n\nMar'gon growled so loud, that the mask could barely muffle it.\n\n``Are you gonna be a good slave for me?!''\n\nMar'gon growled so loud that he almost roared through the mask.\n\nTO BE CONTINUED\n\n  PAGE  1 \n\n"
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