Scalebound

								Solomon
	Oh god, oh god oh god oh god is the running track for your mind, preoccupied as it is with getting you the fuck out of dodge as fast as possible. Your feet nearly blur beneath you and lactic acid fills your legs faster than you'd like to admit. The ingredients your master instructed you to collect are scattered somewhere across the glen back where you came from, but you have more pressing concerns on your mind; namely, the green and silver armored figure bearing down on you from the north-east. You think. It could just be north, your addled brain rationalizes as you nearly trip over a hole in the field that you couldn't see in your panic.
	Given that you haven't run more than a hundred meters since you were twelve and have spent the intervening time in your master's tower, you're pretty sure that it is gaining on you, but if you look back you're not sure you'll be able to keep running. Your vision blurs at the edges as you push your body to it's limit, a dead sprint which must look completely ridiculous from any other angle in your heavy blue robes. Your breath fills your ears along with the pounding of the blood in your head, until a new sound overpowers your labored breaths.
	"YA-HOOOOOO!"
Suddenly the ground is upon you! You try to leap back but are stopped by accursed gravity, truly the harshest of mistresses. The enormous pressure on your back is relieved after your assailant hurls you to the ground in a sprawling blue-robed pile, figure still giggling inanely.
	"Whoops, sorrrrrrr-eee!" The voice of your pursuer is slurred but still terrifying, girlish as it is. Tales of men devoured, torn literally limb from limb by fiendish creatures wearing the flesh of a young woman flood your mind and goad you onto your feet, turning to flee in another direction. You don't make it nearly as far before she slams into your back in what feels like a feet-first dive. When you come to a rolling stop her weight presses you into the grass and you can barely breathe, but her breath on your neck is too warm for comfort. Her voice is in your ear, wet with spittle and thick with... hunger, clearly.
	"H-eeeeeeey, cutiiieeee~" she hics and slurs into your ear. You desperately try to think about how this started....

	Well, you were gathering mushrooms for your master, Xizmatoz the Magnificent, when you saw a patch of flowers matching the description listed out in an open field, and started to wade out there in your robes ---


Wait, let's skip to someone more interesting than a wizards apprentice.


							Kariaztrava


	"Alright, fine, mom, stop, gosh!" You say as you push your mom off of you from checking your supplies for the fifteenth time. Mom does that thing with crossing her arms and that glare that makes it look like she's not only mad but also disappointed and sad all at once.
	"Demon Lord forbid I actually care about my only daughter's well-being."
	Great, now she's going to be huffy again -- but you won't have to be around to deal with it! Sorry, dad! Speaking of which, it looks like he's preparing to make some speech. He's got the old paladin armor on, and it's all polished and everything. You'd have thought it would have been absorbed into the hoard long ago. Dad coughs to clear his throat, arches his back, and launches into his speech. Which you promptly ignore. It's something about the virtues of responsibility and hard work, justice, fairness, et cetera, nothing that you haven't heard pretty much every day for your entire freakin' life. Still, Dad is responsible for giving you your sword and putting extra plates on your scales, so you pretend to pay attention. At the very least, you remember his speech about choosing a husband well -- too well. Demon lord, that was mortifying. And why did mom have to be there?
	"Alright, thank you Dad! But I gotta get going now, so... Love you!" You burst across the room and envelop him in an earsplitting crash of a hug, metal plates slamming against metal plates. Dad stumbles in his speech, spluttering but the humor in his voice is obvious. "I love you too, dear. There'll always be a warm bed for you here, if you need it." And with one more wave to Mom who is currently pretending to not be paying attention you run, skip, jump, and throw yourself into the air with a beat of your wings, dragging yourself into the sky as a mockery of an airfoil. You're gonna set off on your own, build a hoard, capture a husband, and make a real name for yourself as Kariaztrava, the greenscale dragon!

	You know, building a hoard is a lot harder when you aren't strong enough yet to raid villages or cut down merchants. Instead you're here protecting one of those merchants. Your mom would give you a lecture that'd sear your scales if she could see you now, being a mercenary for one of the 'golden fat cows of the land'. But, hey, gold is gold and just because you're getting paid to do mercenary work instead of robbing people, it's just a holdover till you can get the money-ball rolling and grab a husband. Speaking of husbands...
	Ella hics as she recounts yet another anecdote to her foreign cousin, Yuriko. "And then he ssa-id: "P-p-please don't hurt me!"" The Oni and Ogre both laugh deep from their bellies, Yuriko chugging deep from their shared oversized bottle. Her gaze slips onto you, red eyes nearly ragged around the edges. "Ey, you, new girl. Wassa name?"
	You cough, and try to put on a regal posture but it's difficult sitting in the rain, even under the tree the three of you are sharing. "Kariaztrava, last of the line of -" "Dun' care. Wanna drink? You can talkabout your husssband with us." You blush. Deeply. "What, you ain't got one?" Ella reaches out and drags you next to her with a suddeness that makes you yelp before she presses the bottle into your hands. "Havvadrink, Kari!"

	The next thirty minutes are a blur, but when you've finished your 'conversation' with them, you're full of vim and vigor, probably bad advice that seems really good right now, a good location, and alcohol in your blood. You're ready to get a husband, whether he's ready or not. Words flit back to your mind unbidden as you take to the sky. "You gotta look for somewhere open, where you can run them down. Just -- don't let them make it to other men, because they really won't understand." Below you green fields await, fresh with a special someone just ready for plucking. You flex your talons and titter to yourself before stabilizing -- for some reason it's really hard to fly in a straight line right now.

A blue flash in the middle of a field. A man... in a dress! A crossdresser? No, a wizard! Just like Mom told you to go for. You flex your talons and go in for the kill!

Your victory is all but assured now. You're on top of him, pinning his shaking arms to the ground with your own. He's.... tiny. He can't be older than sixteen, thin of frame, and whimpering slightly, but he just smells... Incredible. It's an entirely different smell than the claimed men you've seen and even different from Dad. You can barely contain yourself in his presence and you can feel the honey-glow between your legs warm and spread. You content yourself with running your tongue over his neck and the tip of his ear. "H-how youuu doin'?" Damn it, you wish you could get these words to actually come out straight. Spaghetti may as well be coming out of your pockets for all your lack-of-suave and complete unseductiveness.
	"Please..." he begs in the tiniest voice possible, muffled even further by dirt. Oh, FUCK. If you had any choice in the matter he'd be saying that in a much different way, but he still has no right to be so... weak and defenseless in your presence. You can feel the pulse start up in your snatch, but you must wait. Ritual and ceremony demands that his first time take place in your hoard -- and you can tell that this one's a virgin. Wizards, fuck yes. Just to emphasize the sexual tension between you, you grind your hips against him before pulling yourself up into a kneeling position and grabbing him by the torso firmly. He spits out grass and tries to say something -- cast some magic spell, maybe? But already you are airborne, leaping into the sky. For the first few seconds he struggles and strains against you -- so cute! You can barely wait! But soon he's quiet once more, deathly pale and gripping to you. God damn it, being this sexy should be illegal.


								Solomon


	The flight is an unfortunately long one, and you vow to never use a magical flying spell (ever) along the way. The brief glimpses you get in between holding your eyes as tightly shut as possible gives you a hint as to where you're going -- the giantscar mountains -- and your blood runs cold-er. There aren't any humans that live there. Why does she intend to wait so long before eating you? Do dragons only eat prey in their lair? It's colder here, but you can feel your stomach drop as both of you descend down towards your inevitable demise. The air rushes around you, howling and swirling before suddenly cutting short. You are inside the dragon's lair, and her descent has slowed to a crawl until you are dropped, tumbling and spilling onto a pile of something. A quick inspection as your eyes pop open reveals the pile to be... about a hundred gold, a few pieces of jewelry, and a lot of pieces of armor.

	What.

	Free of her claws you try to scramble back and you make it a foot while she drops her armor but already she is on top of you -- literally, face inches from yours and you can feel shame rising in you as well as a curious warmth in your cheeks. You sputter the first thing that comes to mind when an inhuman horror is lying on top of you, preventing you from moving properly.
	"Please don't eat me." You're actually a little surprised at how clear that came out. She looks like she's about to laugh, then puts on a serious face which doesn't fit her clearly inebriated state.
	"But my dear, I'm gonna eat you riiiiight up." Before you have time to think about how stupid that sounded her lips are on yours and wow this is what you were missing to practice magic? You have no idea what you're doing, but her tongue is already pressing into your mouth, forked tongue taking control from you. She tastes like sugar and alcohol and like charcoal smells all at once and yet you can't imagine something that you'd rather taste at the moment -- no! This is a trick! Some trap to get you to let down your guard, surely! You pull away from her as best as you can, the flick of a head and the straining of your insufficient muscles surprising her. She makes a disapproving sound and you can audibly hear an idea form in her head.
	She reaches around above your head for a moment before climbing off of you, muttering "where is it, where is-ah!" The opportunity is in front of you, and you seize it. In a moment, you're on your feet and spell whirling in your hands. The dragon looks at you like a deer in the headlights when you hit her with Color Spray but she just ignores it, shakes her head, and swings at you with a clenched fist into your stomach so hard that you're pretty sure your organs have alphabetized themselves. Faintly, as if from a great distance you can hear the dragon frantically apologizing with wide eyes as you slip from the land of the conscious...
	Slowly you wake to see a significantly more sober looking dragon perched on your chest like an oversized bird with a face red from... crying? You're not sure. You say the first thing that comes to mind.
	"You hit me."
	"You were trying to get away!"
	"Because I don't want to be eaten!" You try to move your arms to punctuate this bold and wise statement, but you find that they have been bound by chains to a piton in the floor. Curious.
	"I wasn't going to eat you! Why won't you just let me take care of you?"
	"Mother told me not to trust strangers." You regret saying that before it has even left your mouth. Can you never control your own tongue? That's what, three times today?
	"Oh, okay then." She smiles, teeth like razorblades glinting in the day's dying light. "My name is Kariaztrava. What's yours?"
	"Solomon Halfhill." Why are you telling her your name?
	Kariaztrava smiles wider than before, teeth reaching the edges of her lips and giving her a manic, wild appearance. "See? Now we aren't strangers. You can trust me." Before you can comment on how fucking insane that is she stands up,  takes one of her massive black claws and taps it against your throat and for one incredibly scarring moment you think this is how you die, but she slowly drags it down through your robe with a ripping sound, cutting the blue wool like butter all the way down. You're not sure what reaction you expected when you finally lay nearly naked (some of the robe remained on your arms) and chained before her. Maybe a sinister laugh? Instead, what you got was entirely new.
	She clapped her clawed hands to the side of her face and squealed like she was a teenage girl at a pop concert. "It's... perfect!" Kariaztrava drops between your legs and presses her face against your cock, which begins to betray you by stiffening. In the dragon breathes, deep and long before exhaling like a satisfied cat. Her right claw goes for it and you try to cringe away but she shushes you and gently begins to play with your now hard dick. This is really not what you expected. You're also pretty sure this is against your wizardly code, but since you aren't actually a wizard, does it really matter? Fuck, you just wanted to get those ingredients and-
	She runs her forked tongue along the head of your cock to the base in one long and slow stroke and your thoughts derail. She giggles at your reaction and probably your expression, her cheeks red as roses while she presses on. Kariaztrava quickly tires of merely licking at you and soon she wraps her lips around the tip, then the head of your cock. The chain jangles while you try to move your hands to do something, anything before she presses down, tongue teasing the head while she moves down. It is mere minutes before you come, grunting a warning and trying to wave your still bound hands but that causes her to redouble her efforts, pressing all the way to the base and taking you down her throat.
	Once you have finished firing down her throat she pulls off of you and coughs twice before giving you the widest smile you've ever seen. You open your mouth to apologize but before you can her hand is over your mouth and you can taste sweetness on the palm of her hand. Was... You have no time to ponder the obvious -- she is on top of you once more, and you can smell her scent so thickly you think you might choke, but already you harden again. Overwhelming heat assaults your prick, and her hair frames her smooth, smiling face mere inches from yours while she positions herself.
	"Get ready!" Kariaztrava doesn't wait for a response, dropping her hips down onto yours. She's hot and wet and tight and you can't feel anything except a desire to keep doing this forever. The dragon tilts her head back and lets out an exuberant sigh, tail tapping happily on the ground between your legs, which have curled themselves up to support her. She sucks on you below while she speaks. "Gods, you are FANTASTIC. Don't move."  Kariaztrava lifts herself up slowly and rolls her hips on the way back down, promting another hiss from your clenched teeth. She runs a hand over your face and brushes the hair out of your eyes, and her loving gaze meets your extremely confused one.
	This is rape. You're pretty sure, anyway. She stole you from your home country, from your master's field and dragged you here. So why do you enjoy it so much? Iron springs coil in your gut but she does not stop. Soon (too soon) she drags an orgasm out of you and shame fills you. She slows, then stops and stares at you with a flushed half-smile.
	"Sorry." You try to turn your head away, arms locked in place as they are but she stops you and turns your face forcibly to hers and whispers just loud enough to be heard over the squelch of her starting her movement again.
	"You don't have to apologize to me. Because I love you." Kariaztrava slowly builds her pace again, hips rolling and grinding once, then twice when she reaches your base and occasionally letting out little gasps that grow slightly longer each time. "Come on, say it, Solomon. I love you." Already you are hard again -- isn't that impossible? Why is the air filled with a scent that smells like stickiness feels? The second orgasm is right on the heels of the first and again she whispers "I love you" into your panting face. Your cock should hurt -- you should hurt, but she just does not stop moving and soon her back stiffens and her pussy clamps down on your prick, milking you for all you're worth and nearly pulls you over the edge the third time in ten minutes. She moans -- moans! -- "I love youuu~!" into your face and you can't help but feel overwhelmed by it all. Now she's speaking the word, kissing your face every few seconds and interspersing it with sweet nothings.
	"Come on, Solomon. With me; I love you!" she pants, her speed increasing again as she works her way towards her second climax and you come with a grunt and your eyes snapping shut. Can -- can you really say it? This demon who grabbed you off the ground and dragged you back home like a piece of meat? But what do you have to look forward to if you don't? She's your captor for better or worse and, to be honest, she doesn't seem that bad. You lean forward as best as you can with her arms on your chest and grunt back with her the next time; "I love you, too."
	It seems like hours before she finishes with you, and you are content to simply lay there in panting silence while she goes off to 'get us both something to eat!' and trying to wrap yourself in the ruined remains of your robes. You... You guess this is it. This is your life now. The toy of a demented and possibly insane lizard-monster who for some reason decided not to eat you.  You wish she would at least let you roam around the cave a bit -- your wrists are starting to get sore. You'll try to ask her when she gets back.





								Solomon

	It has been four years, you think. Inside the cave the only light is that which you or she magically generate, since after moving back further into the cave to fit her growing horde with you at it's center you can no longer see daylight from the entrance. Your chain has expanded to nearly a hundred feet of slack over the years as she trusts you more and more. But today is the day -- Karia promised to remove your chains today whether you wanted to run away or not. You've dreamed of this day ever since she told you about how her father and mother had done it -- though her mother, Sophakaasa the Grey had a bit more hardline view of keeping a man that involved more breaking of legs than chains in a cave, so you're glad she got some of her traits from her father.
	She watches you cautiously as she undoes the chains, and soon your wrists are free -- the circlets of red skin on your arms are probably permanent, but you don't care about that. She follows you as you leisurely walk to the cave entrance and stare outside. Even if you're married, you could leave right now and she'd probably not hunt you down. Karia loves you, as you are frequently reminded. You look onto the outside world, the green fields and forests visible from the mountains and wonder. Freedom awaits out there.
	"You're free to go if you want, Solomon..." She says, nervously.


	Why would you want to go back? What is there even to go back to? To the master who beat you for the slightest faults or the parents who sold you into what should have been slavery but was instead an apprenticeship? To the villagers who mocked you? To the soldiers who tormented you? Why would you give up someone who loves you dearly and completely for this? Karia brightens, blushing as you turn back to her and embrace her in your repaired woolen robe.
	"Why would I want to, when you're right here?"



Fuck it, might as well try this strawpoll thing, I guess.
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