Draconic Duel (Valisavex end)

>"He's mine!" the blue-scaled dragon shouts, lightning leaping across the room and bouncing off the scales of the red dragon on your other side (who coincidentally has a firm grip on your arm. Like, bruisingly firm.)
>the Blue gives a tug and nearly sends you spilling over while the red stands her ground, holding you upright via sheer force.
>"No, I found him first! That makes him MINE!"
>and a tug in the different direction
>you're not a piece of meat
>well, technically to these two you are if you're talking about a specific cut...
>you didn't mean to become a priceless object worth a draconic duel when you stumbled into this lonesome valley
>but apparently these two have been duelling to create the most magnificent horde
>and Red seems to think you would make a great centerpiece
>Blue has come to the same conclusion
>so here you are, knee deep in the river while two dragons threaten to tear you in half
>they tug and pull and tug and pull and you feel like you're going to be torn apart
>Red notices and hisses "Look, Valisavex, you're going to hurt him. Stop being so rough."
>Valisavex frowns, and lightning dances across her skin when she snorts
>"Well, I'm not going to let YOU have him, Savakasia"
>"Wait, wait, don't I get a say in this?"
>The two dragons ponder this for a moment and you curse your big mouth.
>"Well, that's not a bad idea, is it sir...?"
>Savakasia looks expectantly at you for a name.
>"Anon."
>"That's a stupid name." Valisavex snorts. "When I own you, you're going to change that."
>"Anyway,", Savakasia interjects, "Anon, if you want a say so bad.... Choose which one of us you like better..."
>fuck
>fuck fuck fuck
>this is how you die
>both of them are looking at you more seductively this time
>"Well then, I guess it's time for a bit of... Persuasion." Savakasia says.
>"Hey, no! Me first!"
>Fuck.
>Which one do you choose?
>your brain temporarily shorts out and you decide that going with the woman who insulted you and demanded you change your name will be a fine captor
>actuallly that's not necessarily a terrible choice
>Red is giving you a weird look and you've got a bad feeling about her.
>"B-Valisavex. You. I choose you."
>Red looks devastated but Valisavex cheers.
>"Ha! Up yours, Savakasia! He's got better taste than to chose a loser like YOU!"
>Valisavex pulls you up to her out of Savakasia's limp hands
>she looks like she's about to cry
>Valisavex pulls you away from her by hand. "Come on, toy. Let's get you acquainted with your new home."
>"Uh, toy?"
>"Your name is stupid. Until I can think of a better one I'll call you what I want."
>You open your mouth to argue about that but realize how pointless that would probably be
>her tail reaches out and grabs your hand, dragging you along behind her
>looking behind you you can see Savakasia standing there, tears running down her face in the river
>you feel bad but you kind of feel like you dodged a bullet somehow
>and when you turn back forward you can see Valisavex's glorious hips and ass swaying back and forth while she climbs over rocky ground, dragging you with her to a cave entrance
>well this can't be all bad
>hopefully you get to have that thing in your face more often
>soon you find yourself in a lavishly decorated cave
>Are those
>those are portraits of her
>where does a dragon get an artist to make portraits of her
>still she drags you along
>rooms and corridors pass
>wow, this is like a full blown castle built into the side of the mountain
>finally you arrive in the hoard room
>an enormous, haphazard pile of gold in the middle of a huge open space
>well, not gold as much as silver and copper really, but the amount of wealth here is just unbelievable
>she lets go of your hand when you're halfway up the pile, spinning around and sitting down, smug grin on her face and loose posture
>"Well, slave? What do you think?"
>slave?
>you have a guess as to where this is going
>"Come on, speak up. Praise my hoard."
>"It is a lot of gold, blue."
>She frowns. "Don't call me that. Call me..." she strokes her chin with one claw, staring at the ceiling. "Call me Mistress.
>Uh oh
>survival instincts kick in over pride centers in your brain
>"Yes, mistress."
>"Now..." Valisavex ponders her next order for you.
>"Take off your shirt."
>uh.
>okay.
>she admires your physique as you peel off your shirt and awkwardly stand there, holding it
>well, less 'admiration' and more 'eyefucking' but still
>"N-now, go get me some dinner. Kitchen is third door on the left. Don't try to run! I'll find you!" she adds on with a hint of menace in her tone.
>third door on the left, okay.
>following her instructions leads you to a dusty and unused kitchen
>but there is a slab of what appears to be salted meat here
>well you aint no cook but you're willing to give it a shot
>about thirty minutes later you load your 'creation' up onto a platter and carry it back
>man it kinda sucks having to cook anything with a shirt off, you get oil on you and that shit stings
>you march back into the throne room and find Valisavex looking very flustered, hands firmly pressed at her sides.
>"O-oh! Slave! You have returned!"
>yep, thats right
>"and... What is that?"
>"Give it to me!"
>Valisavex consumes your patented special, the 'cow meat coated in salt and miscellaneous herbs then sort of generally cooked' with reckless abandon.
>she licks her claws clean. "Delicious. I knew you'd be useful, toy."
>not slave? Whatever.
>"Now, slave. I am going to bathe. You will come with me and hold my towel. "
>well, there's a shitty see through excuse if you've ever seen one.
>she's totally not going to try and stealthily masturbate while you stand there like a piece of man-meat
>fucking monsters you swear to the chief god
>well, at least you get to silently eyefuck her while you follow her to her bath, eyes literally locked on her ass
>god damn you hope you get a chance at that thing when she tries to subtly turn you into her sex slave
>she throws open the ornate door and strides through, discarding her breastplate and the piece of cloth she probably considered 'pants'
>down boner
>your time has not yet come
>the room is low-ceilinged and extremely steamy, the heat raising by about ten degrees just as you step inside
>suddenly you're glad to have your shirt off
>water, heated by the springs, fills a pool about three feet deep or so in the center of the room and it is this pool that Valisavex strides into
>There's a towel rack and some form of low chair for sitting in over on the left side of the room, but you stand there at attention waiting for her to give you the inevitable order
>Valisavex slinks to the other side of the pool and sits down on a raised perch, only her shoulders and neck visible above the water
>shame, you were hoping for a peek, ah well
>she stares at you with lidded eyes.
>"Slave! Go get that towel!"
>"Slave! Move the chair over there!"
>"Slave! Different towel!"
>"Slave! Move the chair back there again!"
>Her orders are ceaseless and one hand has disappeared below the water, only one hand propped up around the rim of the spring
>yeah yeah
>dragon with a hard dom fetish
>whatever
>you're starting to build up a sweat, though, especially with the hot steam in the air
>but every time you try to wipe yourself down she shouts at you
>fuck, this is miserable
>so it is to your great relief when Valisavex lets out a tiny noise and stops giving orders for a moment.
>there is silence for twenty seconds, and then she speaks again.
>"Slave! Come dry me off. I'm done bathing for now."
>You wordlessly put down the chair and go grab a towel, striding around the smooth stone floor to Valisavex
>she climbs out of the pool and stands proudly before you, waiting for you to dry her off
>she's about a head taller than you and her breasts are, to your disappointment, fairly small but very pert.
>you can hear your father's words in the back of your head
>"Cherish the opportunity, son! Feel 'er up!"
>thanks, dad.
>You begin to gently but very thoroughly towel your mistress down
>she bites her lip when you carefully wipe clean her breasts and you spend way, way longer than necessary drying that glorious, glorious ass
>and then it's over
>you are painfully aware of the erection in your pants but she's already walking away, towards her clothes
>fuck that, this is your chance, she isn't looking and she just looks so smug you could just...
>you could just...
>well, despite how stupid it is you ARE just tackling her from behind
>Valisavex's yelp echoes in the cavern as she lies pinned underneath you, claws scrabbling for purchase, for her clothes, everything
>your cock pressing through its trousers against that ass
>"W-what the fuck are you doing, slave?"
>"You fucking tease" you pant in her ear, trying to hold her arms down
>she's a LOT stronger than you, you can feel it, but she's not really resisting
>"strutting that damn fine ass all over the place, taunting me with those breasts... You want this, don't you?"
>and then you grind your hips into hers and she lets out an involuntary squeak, her face flushing red, bright against her blue scales
>"N-no! Get off of me, slave!"
>ah.
>so Valisavex is one of those dragons, huh?
>well, you're going to have your fun, at least.
>you reach back with one hand and lift your hips just far enough to yank your pants down, underwear and all
>Valisavex squirms more when she feels your cock pressed against her smooth, firm ass but carefully not hard enough to break your grip.
>"Release me!"
>"No. You used me for your shot. Now, I'm gonna use you."
>She hisses, head flat on the ground and pinned by your other hand and eye flailing around, looking for you
>you lift yourself up just a tad and spread her legs with your knees, she flails and kicks but once again, not hard enough to actually move you
>you feel at the junction of her legs
>stickiness comes off onto your fingers
>well, you guessed correctly.
>Valisavex tries to contain her moan by biting her lip but you can see her start and noise still flees her mouth when you press two fingers inside of her
>and the little gasps she makes when you begin to pump, slowly at first and then faster make your cock rock-hard, twitching against her ass, pre leaking from the tip and smearing over her smooth expanse
>Valisavex has stopped struggling though her objections continue between moans. "Slave, why are you not --engh -- listening to me? I told you to --sss-- get off of me!"
>Nope
>well, time to move on
>you curl your fingers downward and brush against a rough section of her tunnel and she seizes up
>her mouth hangs open when she comes, your fingers rubbing her just right and she makes a sound that can only be described as pure sex
>if you were rock hard before, you're diamonds now, but you take one last moment before you get to the main course
>her hair is splayed out around her, blue and lustrous, and she lies there red faced and panting, her objections temporarily silenced
>her scaled legs have stopped smacking against your own, and you take the opportunity to take a handful of that ass and squeeze
>this prompts another flush of red to her face
>okay, enough pondering. Time to get your 'master plan' started.
>Har har.
>you pull her hips just off the ground and line yourself up with her sopping cunt
>she's slick beyond all reason and you've been leaking enough pre that you don't think you need any lube, really
>fuck it, poor life choices here we go
>Valisavex starts when you thrust the head into her and she tries to close her legs, for real this time but your position makes it difficult for her to close your knees
>"W-wait! No! That's for my husband!"
>Well, too late now
>"I guess you know what that makes me, then."
>she falls silent at that until you start pumping into her at your own pace
>normally you'd probably try and make sure that she was having a good time but, honestly, she's probably having a better time if you just don't care.
>her pheromones fill the air now and you can feel a haze of lust settle over the literal haze in the room
>everything is hot and god damn you are going to take the day's frustration out on this glorious ass
>each thrust sends a clap into the air and it shudders along with Valisavex
>She's moaning with every thrust now, claws digging gouges in the floor and head lifting up a bit
>"Say my name."
>"nnnn-"
>"Come on, say my name."
>You thrust into her with a bit more force, slow and hard and it's but another moment before she howls while her insides contract around you.
>"A-ANON!"
>did she...?
>yeah, she did.
>Well, you ain't stoppin. You're nearly done too.
>you can feel the fire in you
>the fire rises in your gut and you press into her, leaning on her back and pounding her mercilessly while she moans your name, long and sultry, any pretense of haughtiness gone.
>you hiss into her ear and cum into her, long ropes of your sperm pouring into her open, welcoming womb
>Valisavex is blushing heavily now, trying to avoid your gaze
>you pull off and out of her and some of you oozes onto the floor below her.
>well, towel time, you guess
>towel that sweat off
>when you finish, she's sitting there cross-legged, blushing but looking right at you.
>"Sl-Anon, we need to talk."
>might as well
>sit down across from her
>neither of you are wearing clothes but you still feel pretty comfortable and she's making no moves to cover up
>"I-I'm sorry for how I treated you earlier, anon.
>"Apology accepted."
>she perks up.
>"... IF you're more open about your desires with me."
>"B-but that's something, I mean, husband..."
>she trails off, then starts up again. "... I can't be open all the time, but I promise to you that when you want me to i'll..." she blushes even deeper and turns away.
>"I'll open my heart to you if you ask. Just don't ask too often!"
>"Yeah, yeah, appearances to keep and all. Also, I'm not going to be your slave."
>She doesn't look very perturbed by this, but this still gets you a questioning look.
>You shift over to her and force her to lean back, crawling over onto her
>"I'm gonna be your husband."