Outside the wind howled, thick clouds of snow whirling about in the gale. Above the dragon encampment the trees shook and quaked violently. The dragon-made tents were strong and sturdy however, and most importantly, warm. Their campaign against their enemies had brought them well into the frozen north, a land of pine trees an tundra. Nothing like their homeland to the south with it's rocky crags and hotsprings. Beneath the roar of the storm one could barely make out the revelry of the dragon army. They had won a major battle against the centaurs earlier that day, and their leader had captured one of the centaur army's strongest warriors. She was being held in his personal tent, as an honored guest, but no less a prisoner. The dragon general padded about his tent, addressing the female centaur laying atop a pile of thick furs and silks. Her human half sat upright, her hands in irons. Her equine legs were hobbled, but still maintained a reasonable amount of freedom. The dragon general eventually sat down across from her on a similar pile of furs. He looked to her and regarded her with an unusual warmth.

"Hero of the Southern Valley". That's what her people had taken to calling her. The female centaur was a long way from that valley, and even further away from her people as she lay prisoner in enemy hands. She wasn't in any way a particularly good leader, a fact which had gotten so many who followed her into battle killed while she still drew breath. It wasn't as if she wanted them to come though. She much prefered to fight alone; her concentration was easily broken by the wails of dying comrades. However, she knew the true reasons behind her multitude of stalkers very well. The heroine had a very...unique gift. Ever since her first cycle, she discovered that in her state of constant arousal and need she was imbued with immense power. Her strength multiplied, reflexes became like lightning, she would shrug off would-be fatal blows as if telling the reaper himself to go plow himself thoroughly.
[1/5/2014 5:28:37 AM] Quantum_Fox: Both stallions and mares alike lusted after her, believing that becoming mates may bestow power into them. And the only way those thick-headed beasts could think of scoring with her was to take advantage of her; for her strength was also her greatest weakness. The constant lust for procreation can betray her if left unchecked for too long, resulting in exhaustion, weakness in the limbs, or if pushed to her limits, a sudden uncontrollable berserking outrage.

"And why would I explain anything to you, split-tongue? Last time I checked, your masters and ours weren't very keen on gossiping like stable mares. So forgive me for withholding any important juicy bits. And I'm not just talking about these fat tankards on my chest." She juts her chest out, jiggling the offending items. " The bits your women seem to be rather lacking in..."

He looks momentarily surprised by her rude demeanor, but his expression changes quickly to an easy draconic grin.
"It is a part of -our- culture to discuss what brings us strength in battle... That said I wouldn't expect you to appreciate my people's reasons for seeking to destroy our foes. It's in our blood. We are born and bred into this life. It is what brings us joy. All I wonder is what drives you and yours. But if you have resigned to denying my pleasantries then so be it. I am disappointed that you would decide against accepting my civility. I have respect for those with power like yours. I thought you might return it..." He chuckles. "I do concede and lament that our females are not so... gifted as you. But they have their benefits, as well as their... uses. Oh, and I'll have you know my tongue is not some snake's skinny little ribbon." With that he parted his jaws and allowed his long, thick dragon tongue to extend from his maw, glistening alluringly. He flicked it about a few times showily before pulling it back into his mouth.

The centauress smirks at the dragon's explanation. "Culture, huh? If it was up to my 'culture', I would be fighting a different war in a different land. I'm sure you noticed the distinct lack of centaurs on the battlefield. My "people" are scholars and farmers. They abhor fighting for something that they see pointless. So when they heard about the lizard men invading from the East," She gives the dragon a nonchalant glance. "They all but packed their bags and herded themselves back to the heartland. There were a few exceptions of course. Yours truly, along with a handful of others." The mare stays silent for a few moments before speaking again. "You asked what drives me to fight. I can tell you right now that you aren't going to hear a cartload of bullshit about it being my honor-bound duty or the will of my people. Survival. That's all it comes down to. Unlike the centaurs that drove themselves back, I can see the threat that looms on the horizon. Death. Enslavement. Assimilation. I do not wish to let this happen to my people...my REAL people. The ones who showed me what it means to care, the ones who tried to protect me by sending me back with those of the same race as I. Those are the people I fight for. The ones back South..." The sounds of the howling wind have died down outside, and all is deathly still. "...And my friends in the North."

"Your reasoning is just, why, I'd even go as far as to call it noble. Your sense of duty is admirable, as is your resolve. Call it survival if you want, but there is reasoning and purpose behind your actions."

The centauress is silent, gazing coldly at the dragon commander. She shifts her sitting position on the furs, the powerful muscles of her equine half blatantly visible without her armor to cover up. The long tunic given to her by her captors clothed only her human half, and did much to hide the warrior's body underneath. Her face was a stark contrast to the rest of her; fair and smooth, one could almost mistake her for a noble lady...save for the fire in her eyes. One could almost mistake the intensely-colored irises for embers with the look she was giving the dragon at the moment. Her long dark hair cascaded down to where a woman's bum would have been, and matched her tail in color and texture. Her coat was light brown in color, with no distinguishable markings.

The dragon reaches for an off-sized tankard of some harsh-smelling beverage sitting nearby. He takes a few hearty gulps before placing it back on the low table beside him. He shakes his head and flicks his tail in response to the strong drink. Like the rest of his ranks he rarely wore clothing of any kind for reasons other than ornamentation. his exposed scales were like fine hard stone, strong yet flexible, diamond shaped and sized like a gold coin. In the orange glow of the braziers scattered about the tent the dragons dull grey scales seem to flicker individually. On his underbelly were larger more rib like scales, slightly lighter than the rest of them. Beneath his scales his well defined musculature moved fluidly and he shifted about. His shoulders were broad and sturdy, as were the bases of his huge leathern wings. At its widest his tail was like the trunk of a tree, and was nearly twice the length of his torso. From his head grew two long bone-colored horns, with smaller ones interspersed around and between them. His eyes were the brightest color on him, a dark orange.

"It seems," the centaur abruptly breaks the silence. "That your forces have ceased their celebrations. Could it be that the dragon ale was too strong for them? Honestly, your little lizard elves don't seem to be able to hold their own against alcohol, much less battle." She referred to the dragon's subordinates, the dragon elves. "Do you even train your recruits, or do you just grab boys straight from their mother's tit and give them a sword? Really, the only battles I actually enjoyed a bit were against your dragon officers...or whatever you call those scaled hens." She is purposely antagonizing the commander, but it is alarmingly obvious something going on outside. Smirking, she crosses her arms over her chest, defining her breasts against the fabric a bit. "You know, I heard that dragons get tired of their flat lizard women. That they lack everything appealing, and the scaly men would rather go after something...mammalian."

The dragon commander does an impressive job maintaining both his composure in face of the gross inaccuracies spouted at him, as well as the eye contact, but exhales an unusually 'steamy' breath from his nostrils before rising to investigate.

"Oh? Where ever are you going, fearless commander of the reptilian army? Do you not think it unwise to leave a prisoner unattended? Especially if said prisoner happened to be the only thing keeping this tent from becoming a smoking crater...?" The centaur's voice portrayed nothing but the truth in a lilting, almost chiding tone.

He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. "I had reason to believe that my captive would remain where she was being well treated. Unfortunately that assumption was made when the situation was playing out on my terms. If your insinuations are to be trusted, that is not the case, and as such will I remain here, with an individual who is of great value to her comrades and my adversaries." He returns to his piles of furs, taking another few gulps from the tankard near him.

"Excellent." She shifts a bit more, straining against the enchanted rope. "Oh, and would you mind cutting me free before we start negotiating terms? These things are really starting to become a nuisance."

"I'm sure they are. I will remove them, but do not think that you will be able to outrun me." With one of his claws on his fore-paw he cut the rope from both her front and back legs, as well as the one trying her hands together. "Shall we?"

The mare rises to her hooves, doing a small pseudo-trot in place as a means to stretch her muscles a bit after staying seated for some time. She stretches her arms, circling around while she does. The dragon gets a good view of firm, full equine rump and a swishing tail teasingly failing to uncover its mistress' fruits. Finally finishing her little ritual, she sighs in relief. "This is muuuch better. Now we can begin."

"So," she starts in an elated tone, "Here's the situation. Your entire company has been neutralized by a small pack of snow werewolves. Don't worry though, they shouldn't be dead; these aren't your average feral shifters. These are highly trained combat experts and assassins. And I'm sure you're wondering about all the precautionary perimeter wards. Fret not, these have been taken care of by a pair of very capable mages. Said mages have also enlisted the help of local gem miners in acquiring explosives, and have set an incendiary attribute on it." She cocks her head towards the commander as she paces around. "I know that ordinary fire won't do much to dragon hide, but this isn't ordinary fire. I'm sure you're familiar with soulfire...? The fire that sets your very core ablaze and leaves nothing but your still-living husk?"

"...I am fairly familiar, yes."
"You have us thoroughly thwarted. I am not a fool. I have no desire to do anything rash. So. Speak your terms, Centaur."

She pauses in her stride and a rather uncomfortable look comes about her. "Well to put it simply...I need the essence of a dragon from a direct line to the first." She turns to meet his fiery gaze with her own. "I know about the schism. How your line was nearly exterminated in the coup. How your leaders sent you on this suicidal mission to the North. Did you not think it strange that after several months of having battled the elements alone behind enemy lines, you never encountered a single enemy? That just yesterday you happened to stumble upon a small encampment of troops from the heartland, so far away from any form of civilization?"

Fire rises in the dragon's eyes. She seems to have struck a nerve. He smoulders angrily, bringing himself closer to the Centauress. At this distance it's clear he is at least two feet taller than she. "Yes I remember very well. Call it pride, desperation, what have you. I chose to come here. I do not want your pity, beast."
He pauses briefly.
"It is true my bloodline is that of the first dragon lords. What do you mean with your talk of my 'essence'?"

The floor suddenly seems very interesting. An unexpected flushing of her face and fidgeting of her fingers makes her seem like a schoolgirl confessing. "Well, I...I'm going to need your...ejaculate. From your penis. As in, sexual reproductive matter."

The dragons eyes go wide in surprise and confusion, the narrow in suspicion.
"You're joking. This is some bizarre farce. Why on earth would you ever need that." His question sounds more like a statement. His tail swishes anxiously.

"We need the seed of a descendant of The Ancient Father. This is all I am permitted to say about that matter. If you comply, you will be treated fairly and justly under our laws. If you do not however," The centaur proceeds to stretch mildly in preparation. "I am authorized to subdue you and take you in by force. So please don't make this any more difficult than it has to be." She smiles hopefully.

"So. You're serious." He sighs. "I will comply, but first I must ask. Do you have experience with my species? Because If you do not you may find yourself ah... Overwhelmed." He briefly acknowledges with his eyes the hopeful look that had shone itself on her face a moment ago.

"I've seen my fair share of dragon swords. Doesn't look like there would be much to it." Her equine half may not show it, but her humanity betrays her nervousness. Her hearts beat at double the pace, and her ears twitch at every slight noise. "The sooner this happens, the faster we can leave. Shall we...begin?"

"Very well." as if at will the region between his legs begins to plump up, his smooth genital scales bulging out oddly around what she had to guess was his erection. The round bulge swelled to an absurd size before his deep red member spilled out of his genital slit between two of his scales. Two more bulges appeared, slipping out quicker than his member. They proved to be his huge, heavy testicles. His member had already hardened and stretched to it's full length, reaching more than halfway up his torso. The velvety flesh glistened with lubricant, excess dripping wetly onto the floor of the tent. It was decidedly canine in nature, with equine influence evident as well, but was also like that of a dolphin or other sea going mammal, although decidedly thicker and more rigid at the tip, unlike the tiny taper most of them sported. Odd symmetrical ridges ran down its length, and at its base the beginnings of what she imagined would be an impossibly thick knot.

She stares in disbelief at the monster before her eyes. "That can't be...how would that even fit inside of another..." Shaking the stunned look from her face, she looks back up into the dragon's face. "I'm going to need a tub, aren't I?" Not bothering to listen to what would probably be his no doubt cocky retort, she moves around to his right flank and pushes forward. The larger creature gets the message and lays on his side, exposing his underbelly and genitals. With a brush of her arm, she easily tears away her prisoner's garb, exposing her lean frame. As expected of a veteran warrior such as herself, scars litter her torso, but most seem to be stab wounds. None of the scars seem to be longer than three inches in length. Her breasts are rather heavy for such a lithe figure, a perky F Cup if going by human measurements. The centauress slowly reaches out to the pulsing member currently jutting out toward her. She recoils at first contact, the intense heat an unexpected factor, but quickly regains composure and grabs onto the rod with both hands before beginning to run them down it's length in an effort to stroke it.

The dragon groans appreciatively, venting his breath in hot, moist blasts. His tail slaps heavily upon the floor. His member continues to ooze its natural lubricant, occasionally sending it in spurts in time with its regular throbbing. The Centauress notices that as her hands touch the substance, they begin to tingle slightly. She shrugs it off as another oddity of the dragon's physiology. She continues to do her best to stimulate the dragon, using both of her hands to pump at it. A few times she toys with his wide urethral opening, each time eliciting an almost hissing gasp of pleasure from the reptilian beast, as well as a substantial jet of pre. In her current position, with her front facing his underside, he has no view of her rear, aside from her equine rump visible from her front as it projected out around her sides. With his tail he reached over to her and directed her to turn so her rear was facing his snout. She looked about unsurely, then stood on her hooves, re positioning herself parallel with the dragons body, her human half able to attend to his member and her equine half turned towards his face. For a while he just admired her beastly features, her dark, fleshy holes were unimaginably appealing to the scaled general, his eyes barely leaving them save for the occasional glace at the mare's human half, still busily working at him member. He stifled a chuckle at her tenacity. She was going to be there a while if that was all she planned to do to acquire what she was after. As he turned back to her posterior he was greeted by a few small drops of moisture as he caught a glimpse of her bulbous clit.

"What a naughty filly. At least -she- is honest." He smiles before stretching his neck towards her marehood. With his snout only a few inches away he opens his maw, thin strings of saliva stretching between his jaws. His bizarrely long, thick tongue extricated itself from his mouth and plunged into the centauress's opening.

The abrupt invasion causes her to jolt violently, and she loses her grip on the slimy member. In her panic, she attempts to grab hold of it again but only manages to catch it by embracing the thing near the base. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?" The mare's red visage turns to face his smug scaly one. His serpentine tongue nevertheless stays deeply inside her, coiling around and stretching her canal with each push. "I'm supposed to be the one collecting here...n-not you." She turns her attention back to the cock her arms were wrapped around. Her breasts had managed to slip around it and she was presently giving him a rather inconsistent tit-fuck. With renewed vigor, she begins to rock her top half, jerking the dragon with her torso and arms. The sensation of his warm precum seemed to grow even stronger as it coated more of her body, and she began to suspect it had some sort of aphrodisiacal effects. Her thoughts are confirmed as his probing oral muscle forces even more of itself down her passage. A sharp sound escapes her throat, not unlike a high-pitched whinny.

The dragon savors the feeling of the centauress's heavy mammaries around his member, secretly thrilled to see them begin to become coated in his output. Using his muscular tongue he attempts to spread her passage open from the inside. His saliva mingled with her juices, the mixture causing the same tingling as before. He pulls his tongue back at an excruciating slowness, and once free licks his lips. Her marehood winks in its absence. With two draconic fingers he pulls the lips of her horse pussy apart, her entrance seemingly wider. As he let go they fell back to their normal unstretched position like elastic. "You're not getting anywhere fast so long as you do it like that." He said matter-of-factly. "Unless that is you are enjoying yourself..." I'm sure plenty of my essence could be recovered if you let me use this end." He prodded her rear rudely with his snout. "Or maybe you're confident in that mouth of yours. It's seemed to be very capable so far. With words I mean. No telling if it can handle dragonmeat and its 'essence' as you call it." His member was hard as ever as it oozed an especially large gob of pre. "If you do go that route I recommend you have a bit of that." He said indicating the fresh emission.

"...Very well." Seeing little choice in the situation, she closes her eyes and opens her mouth wide. Her thick tongue runs up the base of his cock, gathering the drooling substance that now coated his entire phallus as well as her forefront. She eventually reached his head, where she swallows the most recent emission, then guides her mouth over his tip. The large head barely fit inside of her mouth, and with his sporadic bouts of fluid ejecting from it every few seconds, it wasn't long until she has to let go and breath. A small torrent of the rather transparent cum bursts from her mouth as she pops free of it. It would be difficult, but she could already see the progress she was making. The dragon seemed to enjoy her consumption of his cum, and her own scent...her scent was different. It was the scent of a female in heat, but not one of her own species. The centaur decides not to dwell on it too much and dives right back in, taking the cock head into her mouth again, this time trying for more of his length in her maw.

Very pleased with her ministrations he went back to servicing her now sopping mare half. Rolling onto his back he pulled her onto his stomach, the both of them perfectly positioned for their tasks. her added weight elicited an odd bubbling noise from his stomach. He looked embarrassed as she paused to look at him. "There was uh, a surprising abundance of prey around... I couldn't help indulging." She rolls her eyes and continues her work. From his new perspective the dragon spied taught, round teats hanging from between her legs. Shocked at how he could have missed them, he reached for the pair with his hands, each of them slightly bigger than the ones on her chest. He gave the both of them a hearty squeeze, the centauress gasping at the sensation. He had done well to suppress the desire to rut her as only a dragon could for a long while, but as she tended to him with her slick tongue and dextrous lips he began to inch closer to release. His huge hips began to buck ever so slightly, His enormous testicles seeming to tighten and release, pulsing with need.

With her peak already within sight, the warrior within her sparks to life. Refusing to go first, she resorts to underhanded tactics...such as using her hands elsewhere. Her right palm finds it's way to his heated testes, caressing the enormous orb with it's dexterous fingers. Her left hand stays on his red staff, gathering speed as she constantly works her mouth over the fat tip. In a change of pace, the armored giant, spreading the centaur's ass cheeks apart, flicks at the puffed ring that rested in between her winking entrance and folded tail. A shudder passed through the mare's entire body, both human and horse, and before she could protest, he jams two well-lubricated fingers into her secondary cave. This one is just as elastic as the first, if not more-so. The noises the woman-horse is emitting are rather uncomely for a lady, human or otherwise. Perhaps she was just an animal after all.

More and more hot blasts of air shoot out of the dragons nostrils, puffing onto the centauress's backside. His chest starts to rise and fall with more rapidity. She smiles. "getting close, huh. took you long enough" she thinks. "Let's have it then." She wraps her heavy breasts about his seizing member, her entire human half seemingly coated in the dragon's pre, as was his lower half, and the floor around him. Her lips form a tight 'o' around his enormous prick, her ferocity picking up for what she expected was the finale. With the dragon's tool in her mouth she had an idea. Using her thick mobile tongue she probed the dragon's wide opening, all the while allowing each pulse of pre to drain out of her mouth and down his member. With a push she managed to shove her tongue into the dragon's cumslit. Behind her the dragon threw its head back in bliss, uttering a long, monaing roar, while spitting small bits of flame. She watched in amazement as his mammoth testicles swell even further, then suddenly contract violently. Beneath her, within the dragon, she hears the sounds of fluid in motion, louder, thicker sounding than the idle noises of his pre-ejaculate. She can feel her hands being pushed further open as the knot at his base swells to an obscene width. Suddenly the pressure on her tongue is gone as his urethra dilates, spread wide in preparation. Before she can pull her head away the first blast of cum erupts from his swollen member, emerging with an audible "plorp". The pressure and sheer volume forces its way down her throat, into her human stomach. He sends another load into her, and another before she can step backwards and away from the dragon's surging cock. She glances down long enough to notice her now incredibly full human half. Her stomach looked like she had swallowed the entire contents of a bathtub, her belly taught and round. She burped suddenly, a hiccup following. She then noticed the cum dripping from her nose and around the sides of her mouth. Before she could move to wipe it away another enourmous gout of dragon cream explode from the dragon's member, splattering thickly on her face and chest, absolutely coating her from head to waist. Another followed, and another. it seemed to go on forever, her entire world becoming the dragon's hot, pungent load.

"Well, this certainly rules out the theory of limited supply...", The centauress thinks to herself as the gushing hose twitches out the last of it's payload. As his knot slowly deflates, so does her human stomach. The cum quickly moves into her equine system, it having the capacity to retain more, but the amount of cum swallowed still manages to make her look slightly bloated. "I never thought I'd meet a veritable ocean of white ale in my entire life. I do dare say I sense a bit of magic at work inside of you, yet I feel that perhaps that is natural for your species." She knows a being his size would be able to produce a large quantity of semen, but nothing of this magnitude and thickness. The very viscosity of the liquid causes movement in her limbs to be sluggish, with thick strands dripping down her arms.

The dragon remained on his back, blinking fastidiously as he recovered. "W-we dragons compete for breeding rights w-with our output. Those with the most breed successfully by effectively washing away the competition. Hahh. And now remember that I am over the most powerful dragon bloodline. My performance is hah, no coincidence." His exhausted and informal demeanor cause the Centauress to chuckle.